Rewritten (Unwritten Book 2) (22 page)

H
alloween is coming up and Charlie and I, along with Nichole and Paul, plan on going to the annual Halloween party, Masquerotica, held at the Factory on Harrison Street, which is right around the corner from Charlie and Paul’s apartment. The event took over for the famous Exotic Erotic Ball after it ended its thirty-year run and the new event has held up to the vision of the original ball.

The costumes never disappoint, as everyone is dressed as creative and as sexual as they can be. Though nudity is not allowed, people push the limits with pasties and very sheer material. It’s a true San Francisco party in all its freak style.

We all meet at Paul’s place to do shots before we go.

I’m dressed as a sexy butterfly. My corset style outfit has blue and black feather wings sticking out from the front breast and hip portion sucking my waist in the middle. It’s a body suit that resembles a full-length bathing suit, leaving my legs bare except for the sheer, thigh-high black stockings. I choose long black gloves running up my arms to complete my outfit.

Charlie is dressed more simply and focuses more on the color to match my costume, wearing black pants that hang off his hips showing his sexy abs and his stunning V-line pointing to what I know is pure heaven, along with a black and blue, feathered bowtie and eye mask to match my wings.

“Goddamn girl!” I yell when I first see Nichole wearing a short, strapless, black latex outfit with her ass and boobs barely covered. She has a silver and black necktie tied around her neck that is tucked into her breasts and her thigh-high latex looking stiletto boots round out her outfit.

“Don’t be jealous just because I can pull it off,” she teases.

“Oh jeez, your head has gotten even bigger since you started hanging out with Paul,” I laugh back.

“How can you talk shit? She looks fucking hot. I already had to take her out of the outfit once before you guys got here,” Paul interrupts as he grabs Nichole’s ass.

Paul matches Nichole’s look wearing black jeans, a black button-up dress top with small silver squares and his cuffs rolled up revealing black latex gloves pulled up to his elbows and a black latex eye mask to match.

“Hey, she can pull it off, no doubt, I was just shocked to see her try in the first place.”

“Thanks sis, you look pretty hot yourself. And Charlie… Look at those abs,” she reaches out to rub his stomach.

“Hey, hey, hey now,” Paul laughs.

“Oh stop it Paul, you know I’m not trying to hit on my sister’s man,” Nichole hits his stomach. “Or anyone else for that matter,” she reaches up to kiss him.

“That’s right,” he smiles.

“Ok you guys, let’s do shots and get out of here,” Charlie pipes in handing everyone shot glasses. “Here’s to a fun, safe night out. Happy Halloween.”

We all say, “Happy Halloween,” in unison as we take our shot and head out.

The party is already well underway and everyone is drunk and having a great time. We all grab another drink as we people watch and check out everyone’s crazy costumes, before heading out to dance and start our night of Halloween fun.

The drinks are flowing and the crowd is getting looser with each passing minute. The four of us are standing around drinking when an older woman stops, wrapping her arms around Charlie screaming, “Oh, Mr. Ashley! Where have you been?”

The woman runs her hands all over his bare stomach and chest. She is obviously drunk and doesn’t notice or seem to care that I am standing right there.

She starts kissing Charlie and rubbing her body tightly against his before Charlie pulls her back, “Gina. Stop. I’m here with someone.”

The woman is stunned that he stopped her from kissing him and she looks at me, “Oh honey, you know we all share him. Ohhh, maybe you can join us. You’re a sexy little thing,” she grabs me, pulling me in, trying to kiss me.

I yank myself out of her grip.

“No, Gina. I quit. This is my girlfriend,” Charlie yells.

“Girlfriend?!” Gina throws her head back laughing. “You lucky bitch. I had to pay to fuck this fine ass.” She leans down to slap Charlie’s ass.

I’m mortified and turn to run away when Nichole jumps up to get in Gina’s face, “Look bitch! He said he quit and now he’s with my sister. You need to back the fuck up!”

Gina laughs, backing up, “Ok, ok.” She looks at Charlie, “I’ll miss you Mr. Ashley,” and she blows him a kiss.

I turn to run away and they follow until I run into the women’s bathroom. I sit in a bathroom stall, crying. “Allison?” Nichole knocks on the door.

“Nichole, give me a minute.”

“Hey, I know that totally sucked and I know you…” she pauses, “um, I mean… shit, what can I say?”

I sigh, “Jeez, thanks Nic. That was, um, very reassuring…”

Nichole laughs, “Hey, I may have a boyfriend now but I’m still me. Come on, come out of there.”

I wipe my eyes and open the door. Nichole wraps her arms around me, “You ok girl?”

“No!” I give her an are-you-kidding-me look.

“Hey, you should be proud. That woman was jealous you don’t have to pay to fuck him.”

“Nichole, really, you’re not helping.”

Nichole laughs, “Sorry, just trying to be real. Hey, it’s his past. Unfortunately things like that are going to happen. But really, you should be proud. He gave it all up for you. I don’t know any guy who would do that. Paul says all the time that he’s shocked he gave it all up.”

“I know, it still just sucks. Especially after what happened with his last client I met.”

“I know. But hey, this one wanted to do you, not kill you. That’s a huge upgrade.”

I shake my head, laughing, “Nichole, you really are too much.”

“I know. That’s why you love me. Now, can we go back out there? I’m sure Charlie is about to lose his mind.”

I fix my makeup and turn to leave the bathroom. Charlie is standing right at the door, anxiously waiting for me to come out.

“Allison,” he wraps his arms around me, “Please, don’t be mad. I swear I want nothing to do with her or anything from my past. Please believe me.” Charlie is desperate and rambling on and on for me to forgive him.

“Charlie, it’s ok. I’m ok.”

“You are?” He looks into my eyes, “Are you sure? I’m so sorry,” he leans in to kiss me.

“I know, baby. I know. I think I want to go home though.”

“Yeah, of course. Let’s go.” He looks to Nichole and Paul, “We’re heading home, do you guys want to go or stay?”

Nichole and Paul look at each other and shrug, “I’m not quite ready to go,” Nichole replies as she grabs Paul, “Come dance with me some more.” She leans over to kiss me on my cheek, “Love you girl. Cheer up. Go fuck his brains out and think of all the jealous women out there.”

“Nichole, again, you’re not helping.”

Nichole winks at me as they walk away, leaving us alone.

“Baby, are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, Charlie. Just take me home,” I grab his hand holding on to his arm.

As we walk home I wrap my arms tightly around my body, shielding myself from the cold and the emotions running through me. Charlie swings his arm around me, pulling me close and keeping me warm as we walk in silence.

Once back at the apartment, I take my costume off and hop in the shower without saying a word. The hot water flows down my face making tears start to fall as I let go of everything I was holding in, letting the water fall all around me.

Charlie enters the bathroom already naked and steps into the shower, engulfing my body from behind. I don’t move but welcome his arms that hold me together. I cry even harder as he stands silently embracing me.

After a moment he kisses my head, “Allison, please don’t cry. I love you and only you. I’m so sorry about my past. If I could change it all I would, in a heartbeat.”

I finally turn to look at him, “I know Charlie, that’s why I didn’t want you to see me cry. I’ll get there. It’s just hard.”

“I know baby. It kills me to see you like this.” He leans down to kiss me which becomes all-consuming fast as we’re lost in the intensity of the situation and the one thing we can’t deny, our love for each other.

“C
hristmas is next week and you still haven’t spoken to your mom, Allison… You know it will kill her if you ignore her over Christmas, too,” Charlie points out.

“I don’t care,” I say as I walk by, brushing off the subject.

“But Allie, Nichole told me that you guys have a Christmas tradition of getting together Christmas Eve to decorate your tree and eat popcorn and oranges together. She’s going to your parent’s and she’s bringing Paul. Do you really want to miss out on your family tradition just because you’re upset with your mother? What about your dad and your sister?”