Trick or Treat
You sit alone on Halloween, a large bowl of popcorn in your lap and a marathon of classic black and white monster movies on the television. There has been a serious lack of trick or treaters, so occasionally, you've dipped into the candy dish and used the chocolate to help the popcorn down. It is nearing midnight and you're starting to think about going to bed when there is a knock on the door.
You stand and walk to the door, making sure the chain lock is on. You open the door and the porch light illuminates a sight you truly weren't expecting to see. On your doorstep, a tall man stands. You can tell it's a man from the broad shoulders, flat chest and well-defined chin, as well as one or two other prominent features. The person wears high-heeled boots, ripped fishnet stockings attached to garters that disappear underneath the lacy edges of a pink satin teddy. He toys idly with the black feather boa around his neck.
Noticing that you've answered the door, he smiles brightly, quickly primping the long red wig that he wears. As you study the heavily made up face, the features seem familiar somehow, particularly the eyes.
"Hello?"
"Trick or Treat baby."
"Um... aren't you a little... old for this?"
He looks insulted, his hands flying up to his face as though his make up must be smeared. "Well really!"
"I only meant that you're, well, kinda big."
His hands smooth down the sides of his teddy, his mouth transforming into a leer. "Why yes I am. How nice of you to notice."
A warm feeling spreads through your bloodstream at the way his eyes are traveling up and down your body. You shake your head and look to the now empty candy dish. "Uh it looks like I'm all out of candy."
He puts his hands on his hips and purses his lips. "Now now, I'm sure a beauty such as yourself has no end of sweetness to be sampled."
You blush and find yourself looking away. "Let me... let me go check the refrigerator and see if I have any candy bars. I'll be right back."
You leave the room and after a quick ransack of the kitchen, you have a packet of prehistoric raisins to show for your trouble. With a sigh, you return to your door.
"Sorry, this is all I could find. They should still be good, the expiration date hasn't..." When you look through the small gap in the door, you can see that there is no longer anyone out there. "Um hello?" There is no answer, and no sign of him. You shrug and close the door. "Creepy."
Tossing the raisin box into the wastebasket as you go, you turn off the television set. You collect the candy and popcorn bowls and take them into your kitchen. Deciding that it certainly wasn't going to hurt either of them to sit there on the counter for 8 hours, you turn off the light and head for the bedroom.
Your turn on the light and are greeted by a sight that has you inhaling to scream. The man from your doorstep is now inside your room and gently placing his hand over your mouth to stop your scream.
"There there, I have ways to make you scream that are much more pleasant. Relax for a moment and just breathe." You do and he takes his hand away from your face. "I promise I won't hurt you Precious." His hand lingers under your chin, his fingers gently stroking the smooth skin there. "Goodness but you are soft."
"Who... who are you?"
"My name's Frank. I'm afraid it's also my nature as well." He pulls you even closer. His red-coated lips making a sensual slide down your throat.
"How did y-you get in here?"
"Well you did leave the door open a smidge. And I'm nothing if not flexible."
"You... you should go... You need to go... You..."
"Shh... don't be afraid." Soft kisses work their way back up your neck and onto your face. He begins crooning soothingly.
"You look at me and then a song begins
Played on a million velvet violins
My head goes reelin' and around it spins
Fantastic...fantastic...that's you."
Frank's tongue traces the edge of your earlobe. His arms come around your waist and he moves you over toward the bed.
"You whisper Darlin' and before my eyes
A blaze of fireworks light up the skies
My heart grows wings and away it flies
Fantastic...fantastic...that's you."
His hand slips into your hair. You know that you really should be resisting much more strongly, but each touch of his hand is making an enthusiastic argument to the contrary.
"You perform miracles
Whenever you hold me near
Tender, warm miracles
That make me surrender dear."
The scratch of his cheek stubble contrasts strangely with the satin of his garment. The feel of his fishnets over the hard, well-defined legs that are rubbing seductively against your own is mind-boggling.
"And when you kiss me...heaven opens wide
And there you are inviting me inside
No wonder angels up there have staring eyes
Fantastic...fantastic...that's you."
You feel yourself falling backwards, only to land on the bed. Frank quickly climbs onto the mattress, standing on his knees straddled over you. The smile he gives you is nearly feral.
"Yes, and when you kiss me heaven opens wide
And there you are inviting me inside
No wonder angels have those staring eyes
Fantastic...fantastic...that's you"
"We can't!" You move to sit up.
"Oh now bite your tongue my dear... or better yet, let me." He kisses you fiercely and lays you back. His mouth moves across your cheek and over to your neck.
"No we shouldn't...we...I... oh man Oliver is going to kill me." Frank muffles something against your shoulder. "What?"
He looks up and smiles. "I said who do you think sent me?" Your jaw drops open. "He's picking up champagne and a video camera. He'll be along shortly."
In that moment, you recognize something familiar and evil about the gleam in his eye. "You..." Your sentence is interrupted by his lips on your own once more.
Song "Fantastic, That's You" by Louis Armstrong
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| The character of Dr. Frank~N~Furter and the musical The Rocky Horror Show were created by Richard O'Brien and are © 20th Century Fox and the Rocky Horror Company London Limited. No infringement is intended and no profits are being made.
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