(With continued thanks to my editor
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larryinseattle
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and to my life partner
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Irish_Lass
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for her input)
Halloween has never been my favorite holiday. All the fuss about decorating, getting dressed up, and handing out candy to bunch of kids, most of whom didn't even live in your area of town. Maybe that's why I volunteered for the air-ambulance flight that night or maybe it was just the excitement of the new job.
The flight to Minneapolis was uneventful but being new to this type of nursing I had no idea just how fast that could change. An ambulance was waiting for us on the tarmac and took my Paramedic counter-part and I to the local hospital. The first surprise of the night came when we were escorted to a waiting room instead of directly to the patient's room. A representative from the company I now work for was waiting for us and explained that there had been an insurance 'glitch' which was going to hold us up until the following morning.
"There is one advantage though," he chided. "There's a Halloween Party being held at the hotel I booked you into for its 'frequent flier' customers."
"Arrrgghhhh," I groaned.
"Ahhhhh, come on, Dan. It can't be that bad."
I wanted to tell him how wrong he was but decided just to keep my mouth shut at which point he whisked us off to the hotel. The second surprise of the night came when we arrived at the hotel and were taken to our rooms. Actually they weren't rooms but suites.
Kevin, the company rep, explained that the company only put their crews up in the very best when they were delayed like we were ... and he was right. A king-sized bed dominated the bedroom with a set of huge windows allowing a view of the scenery to the West of the city. The main room included a full-size couch, a fireplace, a wet-bar, a 72-inch flat-screen TV, and a small kitchen, which, not too surprising at this point, was stocked with everything I'd need to get me through until we departed. On the far side of the room was a door which I assumed led to a bathroom. Boy, was I wrong!!!
The room was almost as large as the bedroom and though it had all the things a bathroom would normally have this one had it in deluxe fashion. The tub was big enough for two or maybe three, depending on how friendly you wanted to be, and was also a Jacuzzi. Next to the tub was a huge walk-in shower with a 'rain shower' nozzle head on the ceiling and pulsating jets built into the wall. On the other side of the room there was a set of double sinks with a massive mirror mounted behind it, which incidentally, also allowed a view of the tub and shower. It wasn't until I asked that I was pointed to a second door and told that the toilet was in its own separate area.
After getting the tour, I followed Kevin and the bellman back to the main room, grabbing a beer from the frig on the way, and sat down on the couch to begin scrolling through the local channels for something to watch.
"What cha doin', Dan? I told you there's a party downstairs."
"Yeah. I'm not much into Halloween."
Kevin stood there silently for a few moments before dropping the bombshell. "Listen, Dan. I know you're new to the company and all but there are certain expectations from our employees. One of these is to keep up our public image which, in this case, mean going to the party. You don't have to stay long. Just long enough to get noticed by the hotel manager and thank him for the excellent service they have provided us."
"Arrgghhhhh," I groaned again before quickly remembering the most important thing about a Halloween party. "You know, Kev. You're right. There's just one problem. I don't have a costume."
A frown appeared on his face and I could tell he was trying to think of some way of getting around the problem. I heard him muttering to himself for several minutes before his face suddenly brightened as he snapped his fingers. "I got it!! Wait right here. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Before I could say a word he was out the door. Now it was my turn to mumble to myself wondering what had gotten him so excited and dreading his return. For a second, I thought about slipping out to avoid him but I didn't move fast enough.
"Here," he said, excitedly, as he re-entered.
"What's this?" I asked looking at the plastic bag in his hand.
"Your costume."
I'm sure I must have looked like a total idiot when I looked in the bag and saw roll after roll of gauze bandage. "Wha ..?"
"Time to get you wrapped up ... mummy."
"Arrgghhhhh," I groaned once again realizing that my last chance of avoiding the party had just evaporated.
Twenty minute later I was in the banquet hall. The party was already in full swing; the music blaring, food on tables everywhere, and enough booze to float a battleship.
Best of all were the woman; tall ones, short ones, skinny ones, round ones, and occasionally ones that took your breath away. You could tell she was one of those the moment she entered the room. Five-foot, seven-inches tall with an added 3 inches from the black stiletto high heels, blonde over brunette hair, piercing chocolate-brown eyes that seemed to see everything even from under the mask she wore, and a costume that left little doubt of what she was supposed to be.
She wore a black dress that was so tight is seemed more like a layer of skin. It had a deep, plunging V-neckline that went all the way down to the slender gold belt she wore around her waist and a hemline that barely covered her rounded ass revealing her long shapely legs. As if she needed more, she wore a loose gold necklace that hung between her large breasts and disappeared beneath her belt. She was also wearing black fishnet stockings.
Men - and women - all over the room stopped to stare as this mystery woman crossed the floor. Then, just as suddenly as she'd appeared, she disappeared into the crowd.
For the next two hours, I mingled and flirted, never staying long enough with one person for anything to go further, though a few of the more inebriated women did offer me their phone numbers. It wasn't until I was standing at the bar getting another drink that I suddenly heard her voice behind me.
"Excuse me," she purred.
I turned to find the mystery woman standing there, her eyes, even though still covered, were ablaze. "Yes? Can I help you?"
"I hope so," she said in a low, sultry voice. "I was just kinda wondering if you'd answer something for me."
"Sure. If I can."
The aroma of her intoxicating perfume filled my nostrils. There was something vaguely familiar about it but the thought evaporated as she leaned closer. The view of her breasts instantly made my cock harden as she whispered, into my ear. "I was just wondering what a mummy wears under their bandages," she whispered, softly.
The smell of her and the closeness of her body instantly had me playing along with her game so I replied, just a s quietly. "I don't know about anyone else but this 'mummy' is a daddy and I don't wear anything under my bandages."
"Mmmmmmmm. I like the sound of that."
"Then I have a question for you."
"Okay," she replied as she lightly ran her fingertips over the shoulders of my costume.
"How much?"
"How much?" she asked, coyly.
"Yeah, how much does ...?"
"Veronica."
"Okay. How much does 'Veronica' charge for her ... ummmmmm ... services?"
"You a cop?" she asked, continuing to play her role.
"Nope. Just a daddy lookin' for a good time."
She hesitated as she stared at me before answering. "Veronica charges $25 for a hand job, $50 for a tit job, $75 for a blow job, and $100 to go all the way."
