Born to Make You Smile

THIRTEEN

Halloween had to be my favorite holiday. There was something about the way the air smelled this time of year: refreshing and earthy, with a nose-tickling aroma of damp wood. The crisp fall leaves, the spooky decorated houses. Of course, the excitement of the children—how sweet or scary they looked dressed up.

The week of Halloween had been insane at X-PLORE with everyone taking advantage of spooky season with costumes and role-playing. On the Thursday, with my blond hair in pigtails, I dressed up as a sexy Harley Quinn with fish-net stockings and arm covers. My boobs were almost entirely on display in a black-and-red corset, and my ass cheeks were hanging out of my tiny bottom.

I had a chance to observe plenty of role-playing in the main areas—cops with convicts in handcuffs, teachers punishing students, and the usual pups on leashes with their owners. In the private rooms, the guests were more sexual. A blond man with two kittens at his command. One sucking his cock, the other sucking his toes. Not my particular kink, but it was wonderful how people could find others who shared in their kinks and fetishes. To be able to act out their deepest fantasies. In another room, a naked submissive whimpered as she was being spanked repeatedly by her Domme.

“One more,” the Domme said with a final spank. “Good lamb. You did so well.”

Then she took a large metal tool that resembled a spoon and scraped it on her sub’s lower back. The sub quivered.

“Do you like how that feels, lamb?” the Domme asked, her voice soft.

“Yes, Mistress. It’s very cold.”

Then the Domme kissed and licked the area she’d touched, and the sub moaned so loud I could have sworn she had an orgasm right then.

A rush ran through me. A mix of arousal and adrenaline. I loved the power exchange, the way the Domme cared for her sub, the pleasure they were both receiving, the mutual trust and understanding. Part of me wanted to experience that, but knew there was only one person in the whole world that would turn me on. Only one man I would trust with my body.

***

On Halloween evening, following a quick dinner, I put on my costume and headed next door. I’d turned off my house lights and left a bowl of candy on my porch, knowing it wouldn’t last an hour. Likely, one devious but lucky kid would dump it all into their bag and skip along on their merry way.

I climbed the Brinley’s front steps and admired the jack-o’-lanterns we’d carved at the doorway: Mackenzie’s was happy and smiley like an emoji, Charlotte’s attempted to be spooky with angry brows and sharp teeth, but it still looked sweet. The candles weren’t lit yet, so I made a mental reminder to get a lighter from inside.

I rang the bell and waited, looking down at myself. To be honest, I felt a bit ridiculous in my goofy tooth fairy costume, complete with sparkling wings, a white tutu, a silver tiara, and a light-up wand. I even had tooth earrings, as well as a custom-made T-shirt with a big tooth printed on it. It was very modest. More on the cute side. Nothing like my sexy Harley Quinn costume I’d worn at X-PLORE.

Gavin answered the door with a growl. I jumped with surprise then took him in. He wore a white sweater, the neckline scattered in fake red blood. There were plastic vampire fangs in his mouth, and traces of fake blood and red makeup were all over his mouth and chin. And to top it off, he had large white bunny ears on his head.

“Gavin! Oh my God!” Clutching my chest, I fell over with laughter as I realized what he was dressed as. I couldn't catch my breath to get more words out.

Finally, I somewhat composed myself. “Are you seriously dressed as the killer rabbit of Caerbannog?”

“I am,” he muttered with a chuckle, looking proud with his hands on his hips.

He was definitely taking his obsession with Monty Python and the Holy Grail to the next level. Being the evil bunny was so obscure. I couldn’t stop laughing at how crazy he was.

He took the fangs from his mouth. “Well, look at you, Grace. The tooth fairy! You look phenomenal. I love it!”

“At your service, Dr. Brinley.” I did a twirl, followed by an elegant drawn-out bow. “I have a feeling it will be a busy night for me.”

He chuckled.

“Where are Michelle and Hunter?” I asked, peering around the house.

Gavin frowned and removed his ears. “It’s just going to be the four of us tonight.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” I said with disappointment, hiding my elation.

“Actually, Michelle and I are no longer together. I um...” He released a breath. “I broke it off a few nights ago.”

I looked at him with sympathy. “I’m very sorry to hear that.”

To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to feel. Half of me was pleased Michelle was out the picture. The other half was saddened that his relationship had failed. A relationship that held actual promise of a future. It wasn’t as if he and I could ever be together in any sort of romantic way. Now he was alone. Without a life partner. Again.

“It’s fine, love. No reason to be upset,” he said, clearly noticing my fallen disposition. “We had a talk and realized we weren’t on the same page. In the end, our parting was all fairly amicable. As amicable as a breakup can be.”

I peered at him, tilting my head. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.” A warm smile crept over his lips. “Very, very happy.”

***

After the sun went down, I escorted the girls around the neighborhood to trick-or-treat while Gavin stayed back to hand out candy. He definitely wasn’t one of those dentists who handed out toothpaste or brushes for Halloween. Let them enjoy the bloody treats, for crying out loud, he’d say.

The weather wasn’t too cold. Only a light jacket was required on top of the costumes, which didn’t meddle with their appearance too much. Mackenzie was a princess, and Charlotte was a witch. Charlotte claimed it was her last time out trick-or-treating as she felt she was getting too old to go house to house. I told her she would never be too old. Even I had parents handing out candy to me. Either mistaking me for a trick-or-treater or because they felt sorry for me as an escort. Regardless, I accepted the treats with a smile.

When we returned, the girls went to the family room and dumped out their bags. I gathered up Mackenzie's Twizzlers, which I knew she didn’t care for, and brought them to Gavin, who was seated in the living room on the sofa by the bay window, watching something on his phone.

“Look what I snatched for you.” I laid out the packs of Gavin's favorite candy on the coffee table before him, and he stood next to me.

“Why, thank you, love, but I much prefer humans. You know, I might seem harmless, but I’m actually quite dangerous. I have something of a vicious streak, as they say.” He put his ears back on his head and leaned in close to me. “I’ll tear you to pieces.”

The way the words came out of his mouth were so growly and suggestive, it filled me with tingles. Then he mockingly attacked me, nuzzling his face into my neck with a snarl. The contact was so unexpected I squealed, then giggled profusely, trying to ignore the fact that my lower body became flush and heavy.

“ Jeeysus Chroist !” I exclaimed. A reference to the scene of the movie after the rabbit attacks.

Gavin boomed with laughter, tipping forward. He laughed so hard that his ears fell to the floor. He leaned into me, holding my shoulder for support, all while I howled along with him, my hands on his chest.

The air shifted as our laughter stopped. We continued to hold one another, our faces so close. Every inch of my body tingled and pulsed, craving more contact. I glanced at his blotchy red mouth, and despite the makeup on his face, I really wanted to kiss him. His Adam’s apple bobbed, then he inched closer.

Holy shit . He was going to kiss me. We were going to kiss. This was actually happening.

A surge of heat struck my core so forcefully I thought I’d explode.

“What’s going on in here?” shouted Charlotte as she entered the living room. “What's so funny?”

We immediately pulled apart. I shifted and adjusted my costume. Gavin picked up his bunny ears from the floor.

“Your dad’s costume,” I said to her, winded. My heart beat so fast I could hardly breathe. “He’s really getting into character.”

“Urgh, Dad. You’re so embarrassing. I can't believe you answered the door like that.” She walked away with a roll of her eyes.

Gavin and I looked at one another, both of us shifting awkwardly.

“Oh no—I apologize,” he said with a frown. “I really got you all messy, there.”

I looked down at my shirt, seeing all the red blotches.

“It supposedly washes out easily,” he continued. “Let me know if it doesn’t, and I’ll take care of your clothing.”

“It’s all right. I just hope it doesn’t scare the children I visit tonight,” I said with a smile, thankful the tension between us was starting to dissipate.

Gavin chuckled. “All thanks to me, you are now one wicked tooth fairy.”

His voice was deep and raspy, and the way it came out in his accent brought out something hidden in me. I licked my lips and leaned in close.

“Oh, Dr. Brinley, you have no idea just how wicked I am,” I murmured, then instantly regretted my seductive words.

He stiffened. His expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell if he was confused, disgusted, or turned on. Maybe a mix of everything.

“Grace!” called Mackenzie from the other room. “I found two more packs of Twizzlers for you!”

“Okay, I’m coming!” I yelled back.

Saved by the girls once again.

I clapped my hands, then motioned to the family room. “I'm going to go hang with them for a bit, then head home.”

“All right,” he said, followed by a series of awkward nods. “Good. Very good.”

My eyes were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas on the TV screen, but my brain was on a different planet. Gavin and I almost kissed. What if we had? Would it be weird? Would I want more? What else would we do? What if he came over after the girls were in bed? Would he be commanding and dominating and teach me how to please him? Did I even want that? My entire lower body surged with desire, as if to answer my question. I groaned quietly with frustration, knowing I had to get out of here.

***

When I got home, I was still so wound up and brimming with tension from the events of the evening. I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror of my bedroom, noticing a bit of Gavin’s fake blood on the right side of my neck. I rubbed the stain, but it was stubborn. I likely needed soap and water to remove it.

Even if temporary, it was as if he had marked my skin. The thought of him marking me as his, owning me , sent a rush through my body. Is that what I wanted? Gavin to own my body?

God, yes.

I couldn’t believe how much that idea turned me on.

I began to undress, removing the fairy wings, then the T-shirt. I slipped off the tutu and looked at myself in the mirror, my cream thong under my white pantyhose. I moved my hand down my chest, over my bare breasts, circling my taut pink nipples. My core tightened, becoming warm and heavy. I watched my reflection as I moved my hand lower, past my waist, then over my pantyhose. Staring intently, my hand made contact where I ached. Electricity ran through me as I touched my clit over the layers with the pads of my fingers.

I let out a moan, and my voice turned me on even more.

Slipping off the rest of my clothing, I stood in front of the mirror completely naked. Then I imagined Gavin watching me. His eyes consuming every inch of my body.

The scent of my arousal permeated my bedroom as I sat down, scooting in front of the mirror and spreading my legs wide. All of me on display.

Such a beautiful cunt. Now touch yourself.

Gavin’s commanding words in my mind set me on fire. Why was it so hot to imagine him dominating me?

Reaching down, I touched myself, swollen and wet. I rubbed my clit in smooth circles, my pleasure climbing with each stroke. I glanced at my reflection, the red markings on my neck, my flushed face, my glistening sex.

So good. Now, come for me.

With that, I fell apart. An orgasm so powerful tore through me, I screamed out. My legs trembled as I came down from the high. And then reality set in.

Shit. I just had the most powerful orgasm of my entire life while fantasizing about Gavin. My boss. My neighbor. A man double my age. A man I could never, ever have.

I had to find a way to manage these rogue feelings before they consumed me. So I channeled them the only way I knew how.