This was the last time I let Gregory talk me into anything, I reassured myself.  I was standing just inside the doorway of what he had promised me was just going to be a small-ish get together of some of his friends and other people I’d know.  Instead, I was looking out over a sea of strangers in an apartment that was packed to the gills.  And Gregory was nowhere in sight.

To add insult to injury, I was wearing a ridiculous green, open-chested shirt, feathered cap, leather vest, and brown leggings so tight I might as well have painted the things on my legs.  

But you’ll look spectacular as a sexy huntsman!

I could still hear the sweet blond’s voice in my head even now, mocking me.  God, why was I such a pushover?  All Gregory had to do was stick out that pouty lip and I yielded like a squishy mold of Halloween jello.  My buddies at the gym would’ve laughed themselves silly if they saw it—thankfully they were still ignorant of my weakness.  All the workouts and muscles in the world were no use against the cuteness of rose-pink lips, twinkling eyes, and the most pert, adorable ass I’d ever laid eyes on.

I raked a hand through my short brown hair and cursed myself for being a weakling, then pushed through the crowd to look around for punch.  There had to be alcohol somewhere in this joint!  It was hard to see anything in this lighting though.  The place was so dimly lit it was hard to tell what the actual color of the walls were, let alone discern anything else.  All the people were dressed in dark tones as well—and although that was expected on Halloween, I would’ve thought some people would’ve chosen to wear more colorful costumes.  Was there some sort of theme?  Why would Gregory ask me to dress up without telling me?  And where the hell was he, dammit?!

Then I noticed something more pertinent about everyone lounging around.  Specifically, they weren’t really ‘lounging,’ they were…well, they were all kind of draped around one another.  It would’ve reminded me of old high school make-out parties, except for the fact that these were adults and this wasn’t regular making-out.  This was porn make out.  Pre-orgy make out.

I swallowed hard and bumped into a short pale-haired woman.

“Sorry about that,” I mumbled.  As if I didn’t feel out of place enough already I had to go and act like a clutz!

The woman blinked, an odd look in her blue eyes.

“Who are you here for?” she asked, looking me over with a scrutiny I didn’t like.

I frowned.  I couldn’t decide if the question was rude or just odd and I was getting increasingly nervous.  Something was off in this place; I could just feel it.  And after working for several years as a bouncer, you learned to smell trouble from a mile away.

“Umm, this is the Oreades residence, isn’t it?” I asked tentatively.  “I was looking for—”

“David!”

I spun around and saw Gregory waving a hand and grinning from across the room.

“You look wonderful!” he beamed.  “Come on!” he said, grabbing my wrist with a slender hand, “You’re at the wrong party!”

“What?” I asked, but I was more than willing to let him drag me away from this party—actually I would’ve followed him anywhere in that costume.  It consisted of bunny ears and a tail and not much else.  His pale, petite body looked amazing in it.  My eyes were glued to that bobbing white tail as it bounced over Gregory’s perfect ass—the pink speedo over his hips doing very little to cover it.

Lord help me, if I had to endure this all night I was going to die from lack of blood to my brain...