It was a warm and balmy October, thanks to the contribution of sea breezes rolling in. That was forutnate, not only for the tykes trick-or-treating, but for the grown-ups (and college-goers, if they could be construed to fit in that category) to get the most milage out of their parties, with the treats sought being mostly of the alcoholic variety and the tricks consisting in how best to command the attention of attractive or eligible members of the opposite sex.
 
That certainly seemed to be the case at the sprawling manor which Marianne was stepping briskly towards. It had to be a million dollar home, at least - and no small amount of effort had gone to bedecking it with cutesy seasonal decorations. White bedsheet ghosts dangled from the branches of the trees, scarecrows and carved pumpkins decorated the porches and balconies, and a giant inflatable spider squatted in the midst of the large, neatly manicured lawn spreading out front.
Although Marianne had left her car parked right there, it was one of only a few; the reason could be seen next to them in the form of a rented 'party bus' which, from the event's itinerary, she knew to have been chartered by a peer group of girls from a sorority at Marianne's old college.
 
Turning her head half to the side, Marianne spoke to her companion. "It's probably for the best most of the girls from Sliddenbrook U. came in that tacky rolling drunk tank. I remember when that was me just a few short years ago, I probably put more than a few pedestrians in danger, either thinking I could make it home after a hard night partying or trusting some guy who wasn't any better off to cart me home."
 
Marianne cut a sevelte figure of average height, just this side of willowy. She'd found that the 'sexy little red riding hood' costume she last wore some four years ago when she'd been a college senior still fit absolutely perfectly, so she had gone with it in a mix of pride and nostalgia. Curls of her coppery red hair peeked out around the edges of the red hooded cloak she wore, which was left mostly open so as to show off her figure, with a white dress short enough that bending over was all that would be needed for a nice indecent flashing, and a tight brown leather corset making sure that her modest upper-body assets drew any wandering eye onto her like a magnet. Her lacy white stockings were completed by high-top hiking boots for a bit of authenticity.
 
Trailing along behind her as her boyfriend, Bobby. For some reason, the somewhat shy, pale, dark-haired computer programmer had been really set against her wearing that costume and proposed all kinds of alternate ideas. But Marianne had had her mind made up so Bobby was wearing a simple flannel shirt, wool cap and carrying a plastic axe to accompany her as the 'woodsman'. For such a skinny dork of a guy it was funny to see him dressed up so rustic, with stubble intentionally grown out to complete the look. However, there was a harried, hesitant look in his eyes.
 
Indeed - that was one of the reasons Marianne had brought him out here. She suspected that in spite of how little he brought to the equation (well, aside from his career), Bobby had been getting cold feet after she'd been pushing him to move things to the next level after three long years of dating. Surely if he was looking for the exit, being around a bunch of slutty, drunk college juniors would push him to do what he was already considering. And if not, then perhaps the inevitable frat-boy party crashers who showed up in pursuit of sexy figures in sexy costumes (a description which Marianne still fit perfectly) hitting on her would make him appreciate what he had.
 
"What's wrong?" Marianne tossed back at him, putting out her arm for him to take, which he did after a moment of hestiation. "That was your cue to say something snarky about how it's a wonder I finished my biochem major with spending half the weekends of each autumn getting wasted and throwing myself on the mercy of the dudebro mobs before you came along to rescue me. Or something, just throwing it out there. I swear, it's been a month since you so much as told a joke or cracked a smile when it wouldn't have been awkward not to."
 
"No, no, I know how much you said you'd been looking forward to this," Bobby said evasively. "I just don't want to get pulled into that whole binge-drinking rhyhthm again, plus, y'know, now that she's going to these things on her own I worry about my baby sister on nights like this..." He gave an enigmatic sigh. "Well, at least she's not here tonight."
 
"Oh, come on!" Marianne raised her voice as the two of them came up to the door, triggering several motion-activated vampires and ghosts to start screeching cheesy electronic 'BOO!'s and 'BLUHHH's. "She's 18 now, you've got to start trusting her to take care of herself. Promise me that you'll just relax and try to enjoy tonight, babe? Especially since I want to just lose myself hanging out with the latest crop of sisters for one night, and I don't want you to be standing around all awkward in a corner like you always used to, without me there to frog march you through social interaction."
 
As Marianne entered the main foyer she saw that if she had been wanting to find a venue to tempt her boyfriend into showing his true colors on account of being unable to resist the sexuality on display, she couldn't have done much better. Whereas the platters of cheese snacks, crackers, ghost-shaped cookies and so on had gone untouched, the small pyramids of sparkling wines and import beers already ahd noticeable chunks missing from them. The culprits were on full display - a cohort that made Marianne in her short black-fringed skirt and stockings feel modestly clad by comparison. Just a few of the ones she saw were as follows: a girl in honey blonde curls with a vulgar parody of a police uniform, whose slit-sided blue miniskirt didn't even go halfway down her *hips*, nevermind her thighs, and whose horribly over-strained blue sleeveless shirt looked likely to burst under the strain of the two enormous melons pushing against it at any moment; a tall, broad-shouldered brunette beauty whose 'sexy pirate' costume consisted of a black two-piece swimsuit so tight it may as well have been painted on, combined with knee-high stockings with the skull and crossbones symbol, a hat and eyepatch, and a naval officer's jacket with shoulderpads that was tailored so as to cover her arms and shoulders but precisely none of her chest; and a tan-skinned young woman with her straight black hair in a bob-cut wearing an angel costume in the form of a white minidress with a loose side-slitted skirt that didn't fully conceal a big, round backside worthy of taking center stage in music videos even when she was standing straight up. Her costume was completed by little costume wings and a halo suspended over her head serving as an ironic counterpoint to a cleavage-baring plunging neckline that went all the way down to her navel. Simply being seen seemed to trigger her to blush shyly - or perhaps she was just already drunk.
 
And that was only three of them. Marianne felt immediately self-conscious of the b-cup bustline she'd used to think made her a '9' or a '10'... had they started putting hormones in the water supply in the years between when she'd been growing up and these bitches? And this was only three of them; she knew from the RSVPs there had to be at least that many again, waiting in the wings to compete in what was seemingly an informal contest to look the sluttiest. Marianne had thought she was in the running for such a contest, but apparently not.
 
She heard a dry swallow as Bobby's eyes roved over them, before he forced himself to look away, clearly concerned. Naturally, Marianne pretended not to notice, instead going up the stairwell to the landing to meet with their host, a man who was just a bit too old to be at a party with college girls coming around, but not old enough that it was obvious just by looking at him. "Mr. Katz, good to see you." she said, smiling to the man who she knew from a political campaign both had worked for for a few of her college years. "I thought you said you were just leaving the house for your cousin's Halloween party, and that you were going to be at a charity event?"
 
The man with the debonair smile - who was dressed in a nice tuxedo, with only a pair of cat ears and penciled on whiskers on his face as a concession to the idea of being in costume, chuckled disarmingly and took a sip of his wine. "Oh, you didn't get my posting? That was cancelled at the last minute. I'll just have to do my best not to be underfoot while Jason and his... ahh, college friends have the run of the place. I'll find somewhere inconspicuous soon, I wouldn't want anyone to feel like they couldn't really loosen up just because the homeowner is here. Lovely costume, by the way. Ah, yes, and your boyfriend is... Paul Bunyan?"
 
"Close enough." Marianne said with a knowing smirk, avoiding rolling her eyes. "Where is Jason, anyway?"
 
"Oh, I think he wasn't expecting a turnout quite like... that." he indicated the giggling trio of absurdly oversexualized college juniors congregated around the refreshment tables. "I'm sure he'll be out and chatting up a storm once he has some liquid courage." He then stepped closer to Bobby, shaking the younger man's hand and leaning in to whisper - which he didn't do quite softly enough for Marianne not to hear. "And none of the upstairs guest rooms are off-limits either... In case, you know, Mari needs some time and space to cool off for a few minutes..."
 
For the next few minutes Marianne and Bobby awkwardly enjoyed some light food and refreshments. To his credit Bobby seemed to be keeping his eyes on the one he'd come with... but, tellingly, he kept looking at the door.
 
And soon enough, that door was thrown open and several new guests came in - though Marianne hadn't seen the lights of any more cars pulling up. The first in was a young man in a cheesy black robe carrying a plastic scythe, face hidden by a skull mask. The second was a particularly youthful looking bespectacled redhead girl in a wolf costume that managed to be cutesy and slutty at the same time, with a big hat resembling the upper half of a cartoony wolf's head complete with wide googly eyes and a pink tongue danging onto her forehead from the 'muzzle', along with clawed grey gloves and knee-highs made to look like furry paws, all worn over a black and red schoolgirl's uniform. While the 'grim reaper' guy drifted silently towards the snacks, side-eyeing the sorority babes from behind his impassive mask, the 'little bad wolf' skipped up the stairs to say her hellos to Mr. Katz, sparing Marianne a funny smirk (no doubt noticing her costume) as she did.
 
But, it was the one who came in behind those two that made Marianne's fists clench and her pulse quicken, a familiar and rather unwelcome face. It was a woman a few years older than her, about Mr. Katz's age, with lustrous black hair done up in age-inappropriate pigtails and wearing a sexy green jester's costume, bells jangling on her fanciful hat with each step she took.
 
Taking the initiative Marianne forced a smile and went down to her. "Clara! So good to see you, what a surprise! It has been a few years, hasn't it? I would've thought you would have been out trick-or-treating with, ah, I forget his name..."
 
Clara chuckled softly. "If you mean Alain - he's out with his school group. I didn't expect to see you here again, Marianne. We should catch up - all those little awkward moments and difficulties from years ago don't seem so terribly important now, I'm glad you decided to come even though Mr. Katz invited me too." Of course, Marianne noted, Clara had NOT publicly RSVPed, that she could see - no doubt the bitch was testing her.
 
Bobby could be seen watching nervously, clearly refusing to meet Clara's gaze and looking away as the statuesque woman went off to get some snacks. "Uh... so, do you know that woman?" he whispered.
 
Marianne felt she could tell he was pretending to be surprised... poorly. "Oh, I suppose you didn't meet her - I forget that you were still in high school during my freshman year. You see those girls from Beta Epsilon Beta? Well, Clara over there was the Rush Chair back when I joined." she glanced to make sure Clara was well out of earshot before gossiping in her boyfriends ear under the guise of an affectionate hug: "Truth be told she was the biggest stereotypical bully you could have imagined and seemed to have made it her personal mission to make my life hell. I had to do a bunch of challenges that nobody else had to and even after I was in BEB, it still didn't stop. Of course, I had the last laugh on account of a little 'leak' I arranged for... this is back when you got expelled if it was proved you were sleeping with your 50 year old professor and blackmailing him for good grades, whereas in these last few years it's probably only the old perv who would get in trouble..."
 
Marianne found herself grinning wickedly, remembering how vindicated she had felt, and realized she sounded like she was gloating, clearing her throat. "Of course, she obviously landed on her feet, and I'm sure she's not the kind who would carry on a childish grudge, like, six or seven years later. I always thought it was a coincidence that she shared the last name of the biggest donor for that mayor me and Mr. Katz worked for but I guess not. Honestly, I'm more concerned about that girl with her - is Clara supposed to be her chaperone, or something? I mean, she's clearly well developed but the way she's skipping around, I feel like she's a year or two shy of legal drinking age..."
 
She could see Bobby's face blanch as he nodded with sympathy. Marianne knew, at once, that there was something there. And sure enough as they made small talk and mingled as a couple over the next half hour, she noticed that Bobby kept glancing back to Clara when he thought she wasn't watching him.
 
Marianne felt a jilted rage starting to well up in her gut. Could this really be what it looked like? She'd already thought Bobby was acting suspiciously, being gone and unreachable by phone at odd times. And he didn't seem to be giving as much attention to the sorority eye candy as a red blooded guy ought to. Could it be that Clara was trying to exact some kind of absurd, petty revenge on her after the better part of a decade by, as the new vernacular went, "cucking" her at a public party? That was as pathetic as it was disgusting for both of them but especially for Bobby. He wasn't exactly Mr. Universe or the world's most eligible bachelor, but surely even he could do better than an alcoholic single mother 6 years or more his senior? Then again, on account of the curves bouncing under her skimpy green dress with each step she took, Clara had never exactly had problems drawing male attention - and the fact that she had a kid in middle school on account of some drunken hookup from her late teens forgetting to wear a condom was testament enough that her standards weren't the highest. Sure enough, Marianne's watchful eyes noticed that Clara seemed to occasionally be making eyes at Bobby too - culminating in a flirty wave that Marianne saw in the reflection of a glass-paned door.
 
So wrapped up was Marianne in noticing these signs that it wasn't until she heard a heavy 'click' that she glanced back at the door, to see Mr. Katz standing near some new arrivals. Said new arrivals - a group of four guys - had really gone all-out to an astonishing degree in the costume department. In contrast to that bespectacled, cutesy teenage tart, they had gone for realism and completeness in similar, but not-quite matching wolf costumes, elaborate getups that covered their entire bodies fron head to toe, with absolutely realistic-looking wolf-head masks and 'fur-suits' with tails that even looked to have been made with real fur. The sorority girls were immediately cooing and squeeing in admiration, a couple of them flouncing over to admire the 'workmanship' while the third (the pirate girl) went off to go find the other sorority sisters to show off the spectacle - and, no doubt, to let them know it was time to start really hitting the bottle heavily now that the first wave of unaccompanied guys had shown up to provide a target for all their flaunting and flirting.
 
Clara smiled and cleared her throat. "Your attention please!" she theatrically wrapped a chain around the handle of the front door. "So, as you may have noticed in the party plan - we're doing a trendy little 'lock-in' thing here. Our gracious host wanted the party to run all night, so at my suggestion we'll be locking the front door until 2 in the morning. Oh, of course, the padlock isn't going to REALLY be locked - it'll have the key in it, otherwise that would be a fire hazard. But unless the house is on fire or there's some kind of real emergency, everyone's staying until we've all had our... fill, of Halloween fun!" The tall, scantily-clad jester licked her lips and waggled her hips seductively as she clicked the padlock shut, causing the sorority girls watching to whoop and clap excitedly. Bobby, staring at Clara, took a deep breath.
 
Marianne felt like she was boiling inside. It could be Mr. Katz was in on this too or perhaps he was just irresponsible - but either way, it was blatantly obvious that cunt Clara, not content with bullying her relentlessly in the past, was bound and determined to get back at her somehow, a spoiled, petty bitch who had not changed or matured one solitary iota since her days as a preppy cheerleader. And if Bobby let himself get sucked in, there would be hell to pay.
 
As the guys in the elaborate wolf costumes dispersed through the mansion, no doubt seeking out the rest of those girls to impress with their fancy, expensive costumes and start working on getting into the panties of said girls, she noticed that Mr. Katz and the two strangers (the 'grim reaper' guy and the girl who Clara was presumably chaperoning, poorly) were nowhere to be found.
 
"Mmm," Marianne tugged on Bobby's sleeve and whispered to him. "So, you won't mind too much if I go and take a stroll through memory lane hanging out with those college girls and pretending I'm still part of their little group, catching up on how Greek Life is on the campus these days, right? I promise, I won't let them draw me into anything that would get you mad at me. Can you entertain yourself and stay out of trouble for, oh, let's say 30 minutes, babe?"
 
"S-sure!" Bobby said hastily. "I was just going to check out some of the, uh, awesome decorations that Mr. K has set up for this place..." he then looked at her seriously for a moment. "30 minutes, right? Back here in the foyer?"
 
"Mmmm-hmm! Ok, wish me luck!" Marianne said, grabbing a flute of sparkling wine in each hand and going towards the TV room where the sounds of a horror movie could be heard playing with the sorority girls and the mysterious newcomers flocked around it. But instead of there, she cut through the kitchen - where the guy in the black costume suddenly separated from his embrace with a tipsy, fit young thing in a skimpy green 'Tinkerbell' fairy costume when they saw Marianne walk past, the latter blushing and awkwardly giggling as the guy hurriedly grabbed his plastic scythe back up as if it were a talisman of decorum.
 
Marianne made her way back up a private staircase to the second floor and quickly trotted into the guest room Mr. Katz had mentioned leaving ajar. She barely even second-guessed herself in the process of stepping into the closet of the lavishly furnished bedroom, leaving the closet door ajar so that she had a perfect view of the mahogany-framed master bed, freshly made and ripe for defilement in a drunken, illicit Halloween tryst.
 
After a few minutes of tense silence, Marianne sighed, tugging idly at the fringe of her tight leather corset, which was a bit uncomfortable when forced into a sitting position with her knees under her in this tiny closet. "Damn it... what am I doing? Bobby has never failed to tell me anything, he's the kind who confesses when he sees a lady breastfeeding at work and his sex drive is barely enough to keep up with me, nevermind an insatiable skank-turned-milf like her. I need to just go have a drink and calm d-"
 
She choked off her words in mid-sentence as the door swung open and she began immediately hearing soft, feminine moans and coos along with the unmistakable deep bass groans of inflamed male lust. Two pairs of unsteady footsteps began stumbling in the direction of the bed. Marianne clenched her jaw and strained to peer through the crack without making a sound to give away her location.
 
"Oh... you really move fast, don't you, Danny?"
 
...Danny? That wasn't Bobby's name, and moreover, it was the male voice saying that, not the female.
 
Marianne saw a large, well-defined male back as the top was discarded. ...In fact, it was too well-muscled to be Bobby, as she noticed almost immediately - and rather than flannel, it was a finely-tailored black suit jacket and dress shirt being tossed onto a nearby chair. Spinning around his paramour, Marianne could see that the one swooning in the man's grip was the sprightly, giggly girl with the glasses and the cutesy cartoon wolf costume. The older man's hands wrapped around her waist as she was swung in front of him. He bent down to sniff her hair and kiss her neck as his hands squeezed her tummy and worked their way up higher to tease the girl ("Danny" - kids these days and their androgynous names... Marianne had seen that name on the RSVP and assumed it was a young guy attending the party in hopes of scoring some coochie, as opposed to a girl intent on providing it) by gently squeezing her perky little A-cup breasts, pinching the protuberant, erect nipples undefended by any bra between his thumbs and fingertips.
 
"Ahhh~!" the girl said, giggling again and waggling her lithe body from side to side, grinding her hips against the taller man's thigh, "Oh, is that my false tail getting bunched up back there? Because I think I feel something poking me. Are you being a naughty old kitty, mister?" He simply chuckled in response and slid one hand down to lift up the hem of Danny's schoolgirl skirt, beginning to softly run two fingers over her crotch. They hadn't bothered turning the lights off and Marianne happened to be able to see that Danny was wearing appropriately themed panties with a canine paw-print motif all over them.
 
Marianne struggled to suppress a groan as she saw Mr. Katz begin taking liberties with the schoolgirl dressed as the not-so-big bad wolf. If it had taken him less than a minute after pushing into the room to start teasing his fingertips over her crotch, Marianne could only imagine how far the lecher intended to go - very likely he didn't intend to stop, period. Granted Mr. Katz wasn't married anymore but... really? The man was at least, what, 33? 35? Granted society was looser about these kinds of thing than it used to be, but nobody could look at this scene and feel good about the age gap with a girl who looked like she was in her first year of college, IF that. He was just barely out of the "old enough to be her father" yuck-zone, teetering on the edge.
 
But, well, she had made her bed and there was no way to emerge now without it being terribly awkward and burning her bridges with her former manager. 'Isn't this some kind of irony?' Marianne quietly thought to herself as she watched Danny bend forward and start rubbing up against the man's crotch, giving him a sort of standing lapdance. 'Little Red Riding Hood is watching the bad wolf from the shadows except the wolf is the one in danger, from the big bad 'cat'. I wish I'd had a pocket to keep my cell phone in, in this getup, so I could get Bobby to come knock on the door or something...'
 
"Um," Danny, blushing, wriggled out of her paramour's greedy grip and sashayed over to sit down on the bed, crossing her legs and sitting with her head cocked to the side daintily. Delicately, she held her hands up to her shoulders. "I don't know if you're trying to call my bluff or anything Mister but like I said, I've had a little experience, and I wasn't just teasing when I said that I liked older men... so, it's okay if you want to join me on the bed here. Do you want me to, hee hee, take my clothes off, or at least my costume so that you don't have to see that big silly wolf-head hat while...?"
 
Mr. Katz just chuckled as he undid his belt buckle and let his pants drop to the floor, kicking them under the bed. "Oh, that's pretty naughty for a cute young woman who said she just needed me to show her where the bathroom was. But don't you want to be able to tell your little college friends you hooked up with a millionaire without even taking your costume off? It's really sexy and daring, don't you think? The other guests don't have a clue... oh, but in case one or two of them wander up here, maybe with the same idea, at least one of us needs to be ready to straighten ourselves up and get the door within a few seconds. And since I was wearing those tight, chafing dress pants, and you have that little short skirt that we can just hike up a few inches..."
 
"Oh my! Your pants? So you're going to be that greedy huh, Mr., tee hee, Millionaire? I guess it's a good thing that I decided to go ahead and wax before coming to your party here. Since you're a big fancy cat who is..." even from her hiding place Marianne could see the young lady blushing bright pink as she stumbled over her indecent dirty talk, showing her relative inexperience, "...surely used to g-getting served the highest grade of... p-pussy..." It seemed that Danny had a bit of a nervous stutter that cropped up in tense situations like this.
 
Mr. Katz dove onto the bed with a shameless groan of lust and pushed Danny down, making her squeal and showing that if either was a brute beast stalking the proverbial dark woods in search of victims, it was him. He didn't even bother to remove his own stupid cat-ear headband either as he forced his face between the young girl's thighs and tugged her pawprint panties down to her knees with his teeth. Soon Danny's own tongue has hanging out just like that of her silly googly-eyed headpiece, moaning and squealing lustily... it looked like it was the big bad wolf's turn to get eaten up this time, while Red Riding Hood just sat there and watched impotently. The older man's hand crept up over her body again as he noisily slurped and licked at her shaven pink slit. Soon he was arching his back - not unlike a cat, sure enough - and stroking the bulge protruding through his boxer shorts, betraying the depths of his depraved intent.
 
"AHHH! Ohhh my goodness!" In spite of looking like a shy, somewhat nerdy wallflower, it seemed that Danny was eager to see every 'inch' of that wicked intent, too, licking her own lips and arching her back as she writhed in pleasure at his technique. "F-uu-UUUCK, Mister K! You're sooooo much better at this than the boys from my school, mmm-mm-mmmm! You're making me so wet I think I'm gunna make a stain on your bedsheets, what if the others see it, or smell it...?"
 
Mr. Katz got up to a kneeling position, wiping one hand over his mouth and giving her a fierce, toothy grin. "Then I guess everyone will know what a horny little bitch you are, cutie. But don't you think you're being a little bit selfish? I mean I went and hosted this party, and had a quiet word with Clara that she ought to make sure that 'everyone' with her gets a chance to have a good time..." although there was a bit of a drunken slur to the wealthy, handsome man's words, it didn't compromise his practiced eloquence. Yet there was nothing subtle about the way he tugged his underwear down and let the hardened pillar within point angrily right at his young guest's face.
 
"...and you haven't returned the favor yet. Come here, Danny..." He grabbed the petite girl's shoulders and pulled her towards him.
 
"Um, I'm not sure I'm ready to... I mean, that, I've nev- HURG!" Danny's reluctant quavering words were cut off by having her face forcefully shoved down onto his crotch. She audibly sputtered and gasped for air as Mr. Katz gave her no latitude to pace herself, and simply shoved his cock all the way to the back of her throat at once.
 
"Ahhh yes, there you go...! Remember baby, your gag reflex is just in your mind." he ran his hands over her shoulders as he thrust himself down her throat in a kneeling position. "Remember not to use your teeth, okay? That's very important."
 
Danny's only response was a muffled 'GLLLG!' as he grabbed her head roughly with one hand and forced her to slide her lips up and down his shaft, several times forcing the freckled redhead to go so deep that her nose ran into his matted pubic hair and her glasses got smudges on them from the skin of his lower abdomen. Each time she went that deep he held her there for several seconds until Danny started struggling on account of being totally unable to breathe.
 
At last he pulled back with a satisfied smirk, releasing her. Danny rolled over to her side on the edge of the bed, gagging and spitting. "Eww, eww, I got a hair stuck in my teeth," she whined and pouted. Still watching, Marianne felt more than ever that she should intervene - and her former manager had always seemed like such a gentleman! - but, if nothing else, she might feel the need for some some blackmail material, and part of her was darkly curious just how far he was going to go.
 
"I guess I'll have to forgive you not knowing how to properly use your tongue or take my million-dollar sauasage deep into your throat," the nude man said conceitedly, chuckling softly as he ran his hand over the faux fur of Danny's footwear and up to her pale thigh, teasing her cute panties where they were still bunched up around her knees where he's initially pulled them down. He then wrapped his hands around the petite girl's waist, pushing up the hem of her skirt and forcing Danny to hike her cute little freckled butt up in the air. She turned to peer up at him nervously from under her comical wolf-head hat.
 
"Ummm... oh, uh, wow... I guess I'm just now realizing what you're r-r-eally going to do, Mister... I guess it would be rude to back out now though, huh?" Danny said in a nervous voice, shivers visibly running down her shoulders as she wiggled her pale backside back and forth. Mr. Katz shuffled up closer to her and rested the throbbing purple head of his manhood in the cleft between her posterior cheeks. When he chuckled again and dragged it down, brushing over her clenched anus, she suddenly gasped. Mr. Katz smirked and thought for a moment, but ultimately leaned back and dragged it lower, brushing against the glistening wet pink slit he had been working over with his tongue a minute ago, playfully grabbing onto the fluffy faux wolf tail poking out through a hole in her schoolgirl skirt.
 
"Well, I thought that should be obvious, Danny sweetie... we're gonna do it 'doggy style'." he said with a toothy grin.
 
"Eeeeeeeeeee! W-w-w-wait!" Danny let out a high-pitched girlish squeal and reaching back to slap one of his thighs to get his attention. Still sprawled forward with her shoulders down against the bed and her backside raised up in a primal 'lordosis' position, the schoolgirl nervously fumbled around in the pockets of her rumpled black schoolgirl blouse and pulled out a foil package, awkwardly pushing it back towards Mr. Katz.
 
"Gosh," Danny sighed loudly, clearly blushing furiously and looking straight forward again, unable to meet his gaze, "I thought you w-were a responsible adult, Mister, but you're just getting carried away without even discussing anything? You need to, um, wear a c-condom." she practically squealed the last word as if embarrassed to say it.
 
Mr. Katz accepted the condom wrapper, teeth gritted. He looked at it, then back to Danny, several times over, tearing the edge of the packet open. With one hand he gently urged Danny to spread her legs a bit wider, making sure he had a good clear, unobstructed path to her pretty pink pussy.
 
...and, with the other hand, he crinkled the wrapper around in his hand, not bothering to remove the prophylactic, much less put it on, then contemptuously tossed it over his shoulder onto the bed behind him. "Trick or treat," he said teasingly.
 
Unfortunately Danny didn't look back and merely giggled. Marianne couldn't help but let out a little gasp of shock - fortunately, it was at the same moment that Danny did the same at the feel of his engorged cock teasing over her inexperienced pussy lips.
 
With a satisfied grunt, Mr. Katz thrust his hips forward and drove his uncovered manhood into Danny's vagina, making the girl squeal again. "Heheh... raw dog... the best..." he murmured to himself quietly.
 
"W-what was, unnhhh, what was that Mister?" Danny asked as she dug her fingernails into the bedspread. "I said," Mr. Katz hesitated for a moment, "you want my log. And you do. Don't think I'll go easy on you, either!"
 
No longer did the fit older man go slow or hold himself back - he got up high on his knees so that he could thrust down and into Danny's receptive slot, unwittingly giving Marianne a perfect angle to watch the actual act of penetration, the older woman struggling to maintain her composure as the man she'd thought was a gentleman buried himself to the hilt in a college freshman at a Halloween party. "Aww, I'm not your first?" he murmured lustily as he thrust into her forcefully. "Well, that's okay. You're still plenty tight, Danny."
 
"Ahhhh! Oh fuck! It's so big, I can feel it going all the way to the back! Oooooohhhh, unnnhhhh, please, have mercy, Mister!" Danny was panting noisily and gave a sharp little yelp each time his balls bounced against her labia. Marianne softly clicked her tongue - it would be easier to feel sympathy for this girl and try to get her out of this situation if she weren't obviously such a little slut. Maybe this would teach her not to trust strange men in bed no matter how nice a house or car they had.
 
"Yes, yes, keep doing it hard like that! I think I'm g-g-g-..." Danny started craning her neck back as the fit, attractive man behind her filled the air with a rhyhtmic song of slapping skin against skin. "I'm coming, I'm coming...! AOOOOOOO-mmmmf!" Danny had started letting out a shrill feminine howl of pleasure but Mr. Katz leaned forward and wrapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her.
 
"Ahhhh, fuck, you noisy brat...! Don't make so much goddamn noies, the whole house is going to hear!" A sheen of sweat was all over Mr. Katz's rippling back and thrusting hips now. He wasn't slowing down. In spite of herself, Marianne found she couldn't look away from the perverse display of his shaft driving again and again into the stuttering young redhead's pussy while her costumed furry feet waggled in ecstasy. Once he was satisfied that Danny was past the 'screaming' phase of her orgasm, the conceited lothario (who'd seemingly hosted this party solely to get some fresh young thing wrapped around his cock) bent forward so he could squeeze Danny's small but perky tits through her schoolgirl top while he gave her a relentless pounding.
 
Marianne clenched her teeth and wrung her hands helplessly. It was clearly do or die time, now. She was the only one who could stand between this poor naive young slu- errr, lady - and a hundred million rowdy sperm. Indeed, she had to act, the red riding hood decided belatedly. This was a worse injustice than whatever nonsense Clara might be planning. Of course, she had to explain why she'd been hiding in the closet and watching them so far.
 
Maybe she could say she'd been asked to watch over Danny? But that seemed awfully confrontational, and Danny herself would contradict it. Maybe she could still get in Mr. Katz's good graces if she popped out and claimed (...without any truth, o-of course...) that she had been watching for fun and ask if the lovebirds wanted her to join them, at which point Danny would notice the missing condom? ...No, Marianne wasn't feeling quite THAT bold. Perhaps if she pretended to be waking up from a drunken stupor, and pretended she didn't actually see or understand what they'd been doing on the bed?
 
While Marianne leaned forward watching Mr. Katz's tightly-clenched nuts slapping against the costumed girl's stretched pink pussy and contemplated her options, her time ran out. Mr. Katz leaned forward, resting his chest atop Danny and hilting himself in her, groaning with satisfaction. He continued to grind his hips against her pale freckled butt as his testes visibly clenched several times. Marianne bit her lip and suddenly felt quite guilty. Well, there was no use crying over, erm, spilled milk. At least she'd have something to hold over her former manager now.
 
Blissfully unaware of the cream pouring into her on account of having cum just a few minutes ago herself, mistaking the wetness for her own, Danny moaned along with him and giggled. "Oooh, it sounds like you're really enjoying yourself... don't tell me you're getting tired and stopping already, Mister? Please, keep going, I want you to make me cum again."
 
Leaning forward against his conquest, the house's owner, even in a state of mild intoxication, clicked his tongue and assumed a guilty look. A sigh of satisfaction pushed its way out from deep within his belly, but nervously clenched teeth turned the tail end of it into a hiss. "Oooooohh... I'm sorry Danny sweetie, but you, mmmmh, you didn't say anything when I said 'trick or treat', so, I decided to go with both. I was going to give you some nice white chocolate to swallow but you're too tight... so I blew in your pussy."
 
"Um, w-what?" Danny gasped, her posture visibly stiffening as she looked back over her shoulder. Her wide, fearful eyes took in the sight of Mr. Katz withdrawing his semi-erect member with a dab of pearly white seed clinging to the tip, the rest having been left inside her. "You're just joking, right, Mister?" she waggled her hips from side to side with a nervous gulp. "You had a c-c-condom on, right? Filled up in your hand, there?"
 
"Sorry, sorry - but you seemed like you'd be such a 'treat' that wearing that rubber crap would've been a waste. And it was... incredible." The man gave her thighs a squeeze and even arrogantly swatted her once on the ass before sliding her skirt back down over Danny's rump. "You go ahead and get back to the party while I get dressed."
 
"YOU FUCKER!" Danny shrieked at him in a shrill voice, ignoring him as he tried to shush her with a finger to his lips. "I told you you had to wear it!" Still in a kneeling position, she straightened up but didn't rise from the bed, spreading her legs wider apart and putting her hands down to her crotch, her breath quickening even more than when she'd been taking his cock. "I... I've gotta... What are you doing, you bastard?!" she snarled at him as he began picking up his discarded pants. "You've got to help me get it out, y-you came so deep in me that I can't even feel any of it dripping out, yet!"
 
"Don't make such a big deal out of it, Danny sweetie," Mr. Katz said with a satisfied yawn, wiping off his spent cock with a handkerchief and seemingly enjoying the sight of Danny waggling her hips, desperate to rid herself of his semen. "Even if it's a risky day, well, there's a bathroom right down the hall. I showed you, remember? Just go and squeeze it out on the toilet, you probably won't get pregnant. And don't go telling stories - I know Clara and she wouldn't hesitate to gossip to everyone that you're a slut."
 
Danny stopped focusing on trying to squat out his cum and bared her teeth, furrowing her brow angrily and taking her glasses off, laying them on the nearby nightstand. She also pulled off her wolf costume gloves and footwear and the headpiece.
 
"It actually is a big deal, Mister... especially for you. I wasn't exactly being truthful to you a few minutes ago, you see." Danny's voice was still high-pitched but the tone was much darker than the chipper schoolgirl squeak it had been when she first seduced him.
 
Mr. Katz raised an eyebrow. "What do you m-"
 
"I'm 17." Danny cut him off, putting her hands on her hips.
 
Reeling back as if he'd been struck, Mr. Katz's jaw just about fell off. "What? WHAT? Oh, fuck! Oh god damn hell! You lying little bitch!"
 
"You don't have to worry about that though," Danny said, inclining her head forward and shuffling towards him on the bed on her knees.
 
"You... because you won't tell anyone?" the now-quite-flustered Mr. Katz offered hopefully. But Danny merely shook her head and stood up from the bed, walking over to a nearby window and suddenly yanking the cord to pull the blinds open in a single motion, making the man lurch so his nude body wouldn't be visible from outside.
 
"Nope... because I actually am a werewolf, Mister. And now, I'm gonna eat you~"
 
There was an awkward silence. The wealthy, debauched man ran a hand through his hair and slowly began chuckling. "Ahhh... ha... hahahahaa. Ohh, Danny... you are a sweetheart. That's a good one. I guess I deserved that. You're, uh, you're not really a year underage either, right...? Your RSVP said 18..."
 
But Danny's response was, much to both Mr. Katz's and Marianne's shock, to suddenly sprout sleek black fur all over her pale skin, nose and mouth jutting forward and darkening to form a lupine muzzle. Her ears grew and tapered into hairy points, and a real tail forcefully burst out through the back of her schoolgirl dress. Her lithe body remained slender but suddenly developed wiry muscle, and her overall height grew several inches. With one swift motion she swept her new claws down over her schoolgirl uniform and ripped it cleanly off of her body in two equal parts, leaving her new furry form totally exposed. Her body was entirely black except for a white belly, throat, and feet.
 
Marianne's heart leapt into her mouth as she watched, disbelief clouding her mind, and she could only imagine what Mr. Katz was thinking. He didn't actually have much time to speak or react, just watching in mute shock until Danny, fully transformed into the form of a werewolf, lunged at him from off of the bed, open jaws first. It seemed her aim was quite good as she managed to catch the crown of his head right between the two sets of teeth - and rather than biting, she forced herself forward, shoving his head to the back of her throat with breathtaking speed and force. Even in werewolf form he was a bit taller than her, so she was hanging off of his shoulders with her arms as he toppled backward to the floor with a thump.
 
There was no indication that this schoolgirl, who really and truly was the 'big bad wolf' after all, intended to stop. Indeed, with hungry slurping motions, she ran her tongue down over his neck and swallowed, stretching her jaws impossibly wide to admit his broad, muscular shoulders. Her tongue slurped and teased appreciatively over the firm, masculine pectoral muscles that had helped attract her to him in the first place, but although the man desperately grabbed at her waist to try and pull her off him, it seemed her transformation had gifted her disproportionate strength.
 
Soon his arms were forced down to his sides. Marianne could see the man's horrified face pass down through the bulging white-furred throat, vanishing past her collarbone. The breasts he'd enjoyed toying with so much earlier were now his only handholds to try and push her off of him - he grabbed and squeezed them not for enjoyment but out of a desperate desire to save himself. Danny shamelessly ground her hips up against him, intentionally rubbing his now-flaccid manhood up against a pussy that wasn't quite so hairless now as it had been when he was banging her like a drum.
 
Just as he'd greedily grabbed her butt, now Danny reached down to grasp aand squeeze her gracious host's taut, muscular backside, pinning him against the floor as she lunged forward. Marianne, sitting in her closet hiding space, was horrified beyond belief but couldn't bear to either look away or do anything to help; confronted with a monster right out of myth, what could she possibly do? Surely, she thought, the drinks must have been spiked - she couldn't really be seeing this, could she?
 
But if it was a hallucination it was a very complete one, as noisy slurping filled the bedroom followed by choking sounds as Danny forced all of the taller, heavier man past her jaws and down her throat. Since he hadn't taken off his socks he couldn't get the traction to pull away from her, and soon she was leaning forward perching atop a growing, lumpy bulge in her incredibly elastic midsection, wrapping her hands around his lower legs and forcefully shoving him down towards... the stomach. Before Marianne knew it, Danny was moving up to a kneeling position, ripples running through her throat as she ran her tongue over the desperately kicking lower legs and feet sticking out of her jaws. There was one last final gulp and then she re-hinged her jaws with a click as the wide bulge traveled down her throat and sank down to curl up with the rest of Mr. Katz inside her stomach, so massively bloated that it was hanging down past her hips and thighs and resting on the floor in front of her. Neither was it still - the man was still very much alive in there, and very, very much did not want to be inside the stomach of the latest notch on his bedpost.
 
"Naughty kitty, hee hee," even with a scratchier, rougher tone, Danny's voice was still recognizably hers - someone not looking right at her could be mistaken for thinking it was just her with a sore throat. "I bet a pervert like you couldn't resist thinking about me waddling around with a big belly on account of your selfish little trick, cringing and crying every time I felt a kick from your brat inside me while you sip fancy drinks on a beach holiday somewhere. Well, now you got half your wish, but the consequences are gonna be much worse for you..." she flopped back onto the bed even as the man's bulky silhouette to begin groping around frantically for an exit. "...because I'm going to be stroking myself and enjoying every one of those kicks. So please Mister, struggle for as long as you want and as much as you want..."
 
While Danny spoke calmly Mr. Katz, finding himself completely immersed by soft, yielding, squishy pink flesh, began yelling and screaming - which was loud enough for Marianne and Danny to hear, but no one else over the din of the party. The she-wolf wrapped her arms around his bulge and gave his backside a hard pinch through her gut, making him yelp and lunge forward, trapping himself in an awkward position with his arms and legs curled up behind him. Marianne could see the faint outline of his fit, well-sculpted chest squeezing up against the thin layer of fur and skin holding him in Danny's midsection.
 
Pausing for a minute to spread her legs wide and begin teasing a clawed hand over the spot between her legs, Danny grunted with pleasure as she used her elbows to dig into Mr. Katz's sides, feeling the groping handprints on the sides of her tummy. "Mmm, maybe we could play a game, Mister? If you help me cum again, I promise too, pfftthehehehee, um, let you go after I've finis-"
 
The werewolf was cut off in mid-sentence by a knock on the door as Marianne cowered and watched, unable to look away. Marianne suddenly felt hope swell up in her chest - maybe there would be rescue coming after all. She'd been disgusted with Mr. Katz a minute ago but now his very life was in danger! If Danny could be trapped or chased off or overpowered, it wasn't too late!"
 
Danny gasped and covered her muzzle with her hands. But then the knock repeated, with a certain pattern. Danny relaxed a little but let out a long, high-pitched whine. "Ooof... sorry, I gotta get that." She used her arms to pick up Mr. Katz, digging her fingertips into his thighs and rubbing him sensually as she shuffled forward and stood up. From where she sat, Marianne could hear the man's muffled voice shouting in escalating alarm about something. "ACCHHMFF, MMFFFFIDDDD!" is all it sounded like.
 
Standing in the door was a tall, voluptuous brunette in a green jester's outfit with sexy red-striped stockings; Clara. Unbidden, the thought that Marianne might get clawed to bits or stuffed down that same throat for her thoughtless intrusion made the blonde Red Riding Hood momentarily giddy - but then she chastized herself and shook her head.
 
But Danny didn't do anything aggressive. Rather, she rested one of her hands on her other elbow and looked at her feet pensively - though she couldn't quite manage that on account of the huge, lively lump of man-meat squirming around against her thighs. "Hey Missus L... Umm, things took a turn, as you can see..."
 
"I can see." Clara folded her arms, holding up one hand in front of her eyes as she stepped over to the window and pulled the blinds back down. "Don't you think that the first time your elders ask you to help in an event, you should, I don't know... actually follow their instructions? I was pretty explicit about what 'distracting' this guy did NOT entail - specifically, choking him down."
 
"But it's not fa-air!!!" Danny whined like a naughty puppy, lashing her long furry tail from side to side. As if self-conscious about Clara pointing fingers at it, her bulging stomach gurgled noisily, which seemed to make Mr. Katz even more uncomfortable, a particularly sharp cry echoing after it.
 
Paying the older man's dire situation no mind, Danny pinned her ears back and continued. "All of those other guys in our pack are getting to just do whatever they want, and you, you went and served me up to this cru~el man like I was a whore or something. A-a-a-and," it seemed her nervous stutter didn't disappear with her transformation, "he didn't even use a condom like he was supposed to! And he didn't even try to pull out, either! Don't you see he deserved it?"
 
Clara pursed her lips and raised her drink to drain the glass. She then folded her arms over her considerable breasts barely contained by a plunging green neckline. "I'm not saying it's fair, but it's how things work. I had to pay my dues in my time too, you know - my old 'alpha' took the money I made in a year and a half of selling myself on street corners and bought new computers for his office with it, and I guarantee, a lot of those guys were a lot less hot than that stud you just gorged yourself on. And I," she cleared her throat tellingly, "almost always restrained myself too."
 
Vaguely, Marianne could hear that Mr. Katz was no longer just screaming in pure alarm but trying to make himself heard, pleading - and though he couldn't be heard clearly it wasn't hard to guess that it was something along the lines of "let me out of here". Danny's only response was to let out a little, almost dainty and girlish burp. Robbing Mr. Katz of some of his air, the stomach clung righter to him, forcing him harder against the rubbery walls. Chillingly, Marianne could see his terrified face mouthing what he'd been saying through the surface of Danny's pelt. "Um, sorry... sorry..." she said, tail dipping low.
 
"And I mean," Clara continued with an exasperated sigh, "I explained to you what the reasoning here was, right? That he was such a creepy pervert is the whole reason I got this guy to host. He's got a record of sex tourism and sketchy dark-web activities a mile long. He was gonna have to help us cover the party up, and the one who was gonna take the blame in case some suspicious snoop started investigating."
 
Eyes widening, Marianne was mouthing 'What?' over and over again. Clara... Clara was in league with Danny? And she was a werewolf too?! 'Oh God', her lips moved silently. 'those other four... those weren't men in costumes at all... this whole party is filled with werewolves... and Clara invited me here... me, the one she hates more than anyone... dressed as Little Red Riding Hood.' She briefly worried about Bobby's safety, and that of those flouncing, scantily clad sorority girls - but for all she knew, ALL of them were yet more werewolves!
 
"And besides," Clara's stern expression moved to a smirk, and she shook her head with a slight chuckle, extending a hand to stroke Mr. Katz's chest as he struggled against his confinement, "a fit, well-built stud like this is going to be troublesome to deal with in other ways too. You saw all of those Beta Epsilon Beta sluts dancing around in their slutty costumes - we'd only expected a few of them but it looks like a full nine of the most buxom girls on campus showed up. The toilets in this place are going to be under enough strain as it is."
 
"MMMGGGGGHGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" It seemed Mr. Katz could still hear what was being said because Clara's words provoked a sudden, violent set of convulsions in Danny's bloated, protruding stomach. As if responding to the concerns that its guest was vehemently, if inarticulately, conveying, the werewolf girl's stomach groaned noisly again, the rumbling noise being joined by a wet sloshing sound this time. Each of the man's kicks and bucking movements was joined by a muffled splash.
 
"Aoooooooohhhh," Danny moaned sadly with a pout, reaching down to scandalously rub where Mr. Katz's crotch was forced up against the surface of her belly. "Missus L~! You spoiled my joke, I told him I was gonna let him out after I came again, but now he'll know the place that I'm letting him out in."
 
Clara chuckled softly. "Ah, sorry... I feel you, Danny, really. Now, I am going to expect you to pay me back for this but, this is meant to be a party after all, so you go ahead and help our horny host get nice and intimate with your stomach and give him a good, hard digesting. Just make sure you stay out of sight until things are 'wrapping up' in the rest of the house. Fortunately his sexy little cousin just showed up... I was hoping to have him as a treat after seeing if he liked older women, but I guess I can just 'talk' him into helping us hush matters up and pin the blame on this dumbass who decided he'd rather get wrapped up in a gurgling, acid-filled stomach instead of wrapped up in latex." She playfully gave one of the man's knees, making a huge lump in Danny's belly, a condescending pat. "I'm not going to compromise on those snooty, spoiled BEB girls, though. That whole sorority is a bad memory for me, it makes me cringe and grit my teeth every time I hear about them in the news or see them flouncing around the local bars. It's time for it to come to an end, so I can finally get some sense of closure. Well, that and getting to see a certain backstabbing bitch in her proper place, wiggling inside a furry stomach."
 
"Wow, you're really scary you know, Missus L?" Danny said, her mood brightening once again at the prospect of getting to settle down and diddle herself while her lover languished in her harsh stomach. "All those ladies are gonna spend the night getting digested alive one after the other just so you can feel better about getting kicked out of their club years before most of them even got to college? It's tough, but then, they probably wouldn't have allowed me to join their sorority either, so oh well~" She giggled again and took a step towards the closet. Marianne felt her blood freeze in her veins and felt like her life was flashing before her eyes, utterly helpless...
 
"No, no, not in the closet," Clara said with a sigh. "Your stomach will be too noisy even in there and some of our friends might want to use this room. I'll check the hall outside. You're gonna spend a few hours squeezed into a broom closet, Danny - consider that your punishment for letting your appetite go to far. This is the only 'treat' you're getting so don't forget to give him some air so you can enjoy him giving you an internal massage as long as possible, alright?"
 
Mr. Katz's gurgling place of confinement began wobbling and bouncing as Danny skipped happily towards the door behind Clara, already getting a head start on reaching back behind her furry backside and sliding her fingers between her ass cheeks to tease both her slit dribbling a mix of male and female cum, and the tight puckered rosebud that now seemed like an ominous marker of Mr. Katz's ultimate fate.
 
Marianne, having escaped certain death by a matter of seconds, let out a quiet, shuddering gasp as Danny finally left the room. Concerns about her boyfriend appreciating her too little or other girls too much seemed distant and frivolous - she and and nearly a dozen others were in terrible, mortal danger. The window didn't seem too strong... her first instinct was to throw a lamp through it to break the glass and run to the car to escape. But... damn it... Bobby had the keys in his pocket, and besides, she couldn't very well just leave him here, could she? Not to mention all of those poor, unsuspecting college girls.
 
Part of her, even in such a horrid situtaion, felt just a tiny bit of satisfying vindication now that it was clear that she wasn't just crazy or overreacting; Clara was the absolute worst kind of figurative monster, and seemingly a literal one, as well.
 
Making a decision, Marianne did her best to swallow her fear and inched her way out of the closet, peeking past the doorway to make sure the hallway was empty as she made her way back out to the party. She had to at least try to save the others - safety in numbers and going to the authorities with someone to back up her claims was the only way, if she ran away on her own, no doubt Clara's monstrous cronies would just hunt her down anyway, and if she tried to get away on foot, she wouldn't make it more than a hundred yards before they caught up with her. Someone here surely had a phone, even in those absurdly skimpy costumes. And come to think of it... hadn't Mr. Katz once mentioned keeping a gun in his nightstand for home protection, when discussing policies with the politician they had both worked for?
 
Silently, Marianne dashed across the upstairs hall, cringing at the expectation that a furry arm would lash out and grab her at any moment. When she got to the master bedroom she found, to her great relief, that it was open... and burst in so quickly that if anyone had been in there she'd have been caught out for sure. Fortunately, no one was. Her heart leapt with sudden hope and purpose when she flung open the nightstand and found a small chrome-finished 9mm pistol with fancy rosewood handles sitting in it. She'd never used one of these before but right now, the weighty metal trinket in her hand felt like the most precious thing in the world. She made sure it was loaded and cocked, and tucked it into the pocket inside her red costume cloak, hoping it didn't make too obvious a bulge.
 
It was now or never. She'd convince the other partygoers, Bobby, and Mr. Katz's cousin to get out of here subtly if they could, but she'd fight if she had to. Herself and Bobby were the priorities but the only proper thing to do was to try and help anyone she could. Mr. Katz... even a creep like him didn't deserve a cruel demise like that, but there was no way she could help him without leaving those other girls and Bobby to the mercy of those wolves-in-sheep-in-wolve's-clothing and Clara.
 
Thank God she'd gone for boots - having to trick, sneak, and fight your way to freedom out of a house full of werewolves would be so much worse if she'd gone with the high heels that the costume makers recommended...
 
 
[To be continued]