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By RC (74734.271@CompuServe.Com)

I walked into the club and just stood there, looking at the wide variety of costumes. Dancing girls, Chippendale men, monsters, vampires, the usual royalty, they were all there. I myself was what I hoped was a sexy maid. Seamed stockings, a tiny maid's costume that almost but not quite revealed my breasts. And I had to be careful when I sat down, too.
The guys were all over me, and all over every other single woman there as well. I was in heaven, trying to decide if any of my suitors were worth further attention.
I noticed a crowd in a corner, and wandered in that direction, fending off advances as I went. I peered through the crowd to see what the commotion was about.
A raven-haired woman sat alone at a table. Her costume reminded me of that woman on TV called Elvira, a sexy vampiress. The guys were lined up five and six deep trying to get her to converse with them, but she just sat there, smiling softly, sipping her drink, ignoring them all.
I stared at her. The self-assurance the woman projected was truly remarkable. One guy put his hands on the back of an empty chair at her table, and she just raised her eyes and looked at him. She didn't frown, she still wore that same maddening smile. She didn't say a word. After a moment, the guy began shifting nervously. He then removed his hands from the chair and pushed his way out of the crowd.
The woman's eyes slowly swept across the gathered males. They fell silent. A moment later, they started muttering amongst themselves, and one by one, they walked away.
I found myself alone, still staring at her.
She was staring back at me.
When I realized this, I blinked and looked around. We were alone in the corner, the crowd had gone off to attempt other conquests. I looked back at her to find her still staring at me. Without a word, she motioned to the chair beside her. Not opposite her, beside her.
Nervously, I sat down, not knowing why. I wasn't looking for a woman. I wanted male companionship. I would have taken about four seconds to choose a guy from the crowd this woman had had gaping at her. But now I was sitting alone in a dim corner with her. I shook my head, puzzled.
She just looked at me, smiling. Her eyes seemed to glimmer in the dimness, to see right through me. Now I, too, began shifting nervously, and started to stand up. This was too weird.
She shook her head. Slowly, I sank back down into my chair. I was truly nervous now. Her eyes, eyes that I had thought were dark, now seemed to be a bright, deep, blue. How was that possible? I blinked again, my eyes darting away from her, back to the milling crowd in the club. A crowd that was no longer paying any attention at all to the stunning woman in the corner. No longer paying attention to me.
This was weird.
"I am Leslie," she whispered.
My eyes went back to her. Why do her eyes look green now? I shook my head, confused.
"Um...Diane," I mumbled, my face flaring.
She just nodded, still smiling.
"Diane," she said softly, slowly, seeming to savor the taste of my name as it rolled easily from her lips. Bright red lips. Inviting lips.
I shuddered violently. What the hell am I thinking, I wondered. This is getting to far-out for me. I tried to stand, but found a strange heaviness creeping through my body. No, I decided. It's so much easier to just sit here with her. I'll just sit here until I finish my drink, then get up.
My drink. I looked at it, looked at the clear liquid, which filled the glass. I reached out, my arm not wanting to cooperate, and picked the glass up off the table. It seemed so heavy. With great difficulty, I raised it to my lips and took a drink. My eyes met hers as my head tilted back.
I felt my skin begin to crawl. Her eyes now seemed like wheels of fire, bright red, blazing at me from under those thick dark lashes.
Without really being aware of it, I lowered my glass back to the table, my drink untasted. The sounds of the club seemed distant somehow, and the feeling of heaviness, of lethargy, was increasingly powerful.
She moved. Her hand came towards me, reaching out to me. Without thinking, I reached up, my hand moving by itself, and took hers. She stood, as did I. My body felt like a lead weight, and yet movement now seemed effortless. Without a word, she guided me slowly through the crowd, which parted before her. No one seemed to pay us any attention as we walked out the door. I was led unresisting to a car. A large black car.
She opened the back door and pointed. I sat down, not knowing why, my mind seemingly unable to process information on its own. She closed the door, got in, and started driving.
I sat in the back like a statue as she drove. I wondered where we were going, I wondered why we were going there. I wondered about her eyes. I could not come up with any conclusions, it was too hard to even think.
The car stopped. I looked out the window. Trees. Nothing but trees.
A door opened and closed. Another door opening and closing, and she was beside me in the back seat.
"You want me," she said softly.
I stared at her, not really comprehending what she had said. But I found myself nodding agreement. Her eyes were still bright points of fire, and I found myself staring into them, trying to figure out what was going on. It was impossible to think clearly. I gave up trying.
She reached out again. Her hand was between my breasts, gently holding the material of my maid's costume. Without warning, she pulled violently, and my costume was ripped from my body.
Startled, I let out a shriek. She laughed, the sound echoing loudly in the car's large interior. Feeling as if I had been released from some dark spell, I suddenly panicked. I was alone in a car with a crazy woman, out in the woods somewhere.
Oh, my God.
I screamed as loud as I could as I felt her hands against my breasts. I struggled as she squeezed my nipples, as she burrowed her hand between my legs, legs held tight together by quivering muscles. I was sobbing as I felt a slender finger probing at my hidden folds. Folds that were somehow so moist and so hot. Oh, so hot.
Those bright red lips closed around my left nipple. That slender finger worked its way deep inside my body. I cried out again, this time with a mixture of panic, shame, and pleasure.
Oh, God. This is turning me on. I cried out even harder.
My eyes darted around the darkened interior of the car, looking for something to distract her, to disable her, to get her the hell off me. All I could see was the glow of the dash clock.
11:50 PM.
My head tipped back against the door and I screamed as Leslie brought me to climax. I was crying like a baby now, humiliated, and yet so aroused.
She had asked if I wanted her. I had agreed unconsciously. Now she was taking me, using me, making me cum.
Oh, God.
Her finger pressed against my clit, rubbing furiously. Her mouth moved from breast to breast, then up my chest, and her sharp teeth began nibbling at the base of my neck. Her other hand worked its way behind my head, pulling me closer to her. I cried out again as yet another climax rippled through my trembling body.
I was turned on. Lord help me, I was turned on.
There was a stillness. I peered at her, panting, gasping, wanting her to continue. Those burning eyes stared up at me, unblinking, unwavering, holding me in an iron grip.
"You want me," she whispered again.
I nodded. I knew I was nodding. I said "Yes" in a weak voice.
She laughed, the sound deafening. Her laughter shook the car, seeming to come from the very depths of the earth itself. Then she was once more kissing my throat, fingering my cunt, making me crazy. I gave up all attempts at resistance as my body responded to her touch.
My wide eyes darted about aimlessly, and I noticed the dash clock.
Midnight.
Her lips brushed lightly over my throat. I moaned with pure ecstasy.
A sudden, sharp, burning pain erupted from my neck, where Leslie's face pressed against my skin. A warm feeling, a lightheaded feeling. One more incredible, blinding orgasm that seemed to erase every last trace of reality itself as it carried me into the far reaches of ecstasy. I cried out again, one last shriek of intense pain and unimaginable pleasure. *I rolled over and looked at the clock radio. Six thirty. Damn. I must have forgotten to set the alarm again.
Bounding out of bed, I ran into the bathroom. I jumped in the shower, jumped out, and stood before the mirror to do my hair.
How odd. There was no reflection.
Puzzled, I reached out and tapped the mirror. Yes, it was there, as well as the usual reflections of the bathroom itself.
Where the hell was MY reflection?
Puzzled, a bit nervous, I did my hair as best I could. I went back into the bedroom and dressed for work. Outside, I got in my car and tilted the inside mirror to check my hair. I frowned. No reflection there either.
What the hell was going on?
I looked into the mirror again and my mouth went dry.
A pair of burning red eyes stared back at me. A low, knowing laugh seemed to echo through my mind.
My unease grew as I drove to work. Once there, I ran into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
There was a reflection. I sighed with relief.
My relief turned to horror as my image slowly seemed to change. I was now staring at a woman who seemed very familiar. Her name...name...
Leslie.
The party...
Her eyes...
Her car....
The incredible pleasure she had shown me. Pleasure I somehow knew I would always have at my beck and call, whenever, wherever I wanted it, and with whoever I wanted it with. Pleasure undreamed of was mine for the taking.
And as her image faded, with my own image failing to reappear, I became aware of the price that pleasure carried. I stared at the mirror, now empty but for her smoldering eyes.
Those eyes burst into flame and she laughed.
I felt a strange warmth, a sense of release, as I laughed with her.