Skeleton Crew by Cameron Haley Read Free Book Online Page A

that night.
    So I had good reasons not to cancel. Plus, there’d be free food and booze.
    The problem was the costume. I thought it’d be cool if Honey and I picked a theme together. I suggested shapeshifting into a gorilla and she could go as a banana. Honey didn’t care for that idea and told me to do something to myself with the banana.
    â€œI know,” said Honey, “you could go as a dominatrix and I could be your whip.”
    â€œSeems like it’d be a little boring to go as an inanimate object, even a whip.”
    â€œYou wanted me to be a banana.”
    â€œYeah, but you could be like the Fruit of the Loom guy, with arms, and legs, a face and stuff.”
    â€œForget it, Domino. Anyway, I don’t think the Fruit of the Loom guys have a banana.”
    â€œOkay, I could go as a pirate captain and you could be my parrot. You perch on my shoulder all the time anyway.”
    â€œToo unoriginal. There will probably be a lot of pirates there.”
    â€œPeter Pan and Tinkerbelle.”
    â€œOnly if you’re Tinkerbelle.”
    â€œWitch and black cat.”
    â€œWe’re going to a ball, not trick-or-treating.”
    â€œJesus, Honey, we’re never going to come up with anything.”
    â€œOh, I know! You can be an angel and I’ll be a little devil on your shoulder. Like the parrot, but sexier.”
    â€œIronic. I like it. But I thought fairies didn’t like Christian stuff.”
    â€œChristians didn’t come up with angels and devils.”
    â€œWhatever, let’s not get into it.” I got enough blasphemy from Mr. Clean—I didn’t need it from Honey, too.
    What followed was a game of one-upmanship as we tried to outdo each other for the sexiest costume. Since I was shapeshifting and Honey was using her piskie glamour, it escalated quickly. We finally decided to call it a draw, but by that time we looked like we’d walked off the set of a porn video with a paranormal theme.
    I was wearing a sheer white shift that might have reached midthigh if I pulled on the hem real hard. A halo of golden light encircled my head and elegant feathery wings fluttered at my back. I chose a pair of white stilettos that hurt like hell but did amazing things to my calves. I added some curves to fill out the shift, and most of them were plainly visible through the thin fabric. I thought I heard Mr. Clean’s chuckling at one point, but the TV wasn’t on.
    I finished off the ensemble with a white garter, panties and stockings to maintain some sense of modesty, at least from the waist down.
    Honey went with classic red leather. It started out as a bustier but was quickly reduced to a thong, thigh-high boots and something that might have been a bra or pasties, depending on where you draw the line. She completed the look with cute little horns, a tail and the requisite pitchfork.
    When we were finished, we stood in the middle of mybedroom and admired our handiwork in the full-length mirror hanging on the closet door.
    â€œWe’re going to do some damage,” I said.
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œDo you think I’m cheating with the shapeshifting?”
    â€œNo way, it’s a masquerade. Besides, your boobs are spectacular.”
    â€œYeah. I always hoped they’d look like this when I grew up.”
    â€œYou should keep them.”
    â€œNah, just for the party. One night is enough.”
    â€œNot for me it’s not.”
    â€œYou’ll live. Buy a magazine or something.”
    â€œYou’re beautiful, Domino.”
    I smiled. “I have to be to keep up with you.”
    Â 
    If the End Times were upon us, the Bacchanal Ball was the right kind of party to close things out. Oberon had glamoured the whole club. I could see the magic plainly enough, but even without the witch sight I’d have known it the instant Honey and I walked in the door. All my worries and inhibitions literally dropped away from me at the