“Live it?” Brianna raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“We call it a Funhouse. Think of it like a haunted house, but in reverse. A Funhouse is created especially for the character you choose to dress up as for Halloween.” I nodded as I studied the expression on her face.
“So, if I was dressed as a cheerleader…” Brianna’s head tilted inquisitively.
“Then you would have a custom experience designed around that concept.” I confirmed what she said with a nod of my head.
“Or not.” Shane leaned forward and smirked. “We could just sit around all night and drink tea if that sounds more interesting.”
“This is intriguing, but I don’t know if living one night as a sexy cheerleader is my idea of fun.” Brianna laughed, but there was nervousness in her voice.
“We could design it however you want as long as it isn’t too complex, since we don’t have that long until Halloween.” I reached forward and picked up my glass of tea.
“What if I wanna be a lion?” She held up her hand to form a claw.
“Different—but I’m sure we could find a way to make it work if that’s what you want.” Shane chuckled and nodded. “We have all kinds of stuff in our truck from renovating houses.”
6
Brianna
Finding out that Shane and Dante were just two guys who bought the Overlook Mansion to flip it for a profit made me feel a little more at ease with them. When the topic shifted to the party I had declined to attend and their proposed Funhouse, I felt that uneasiness returning. There was no doubt in my mind that they were interested in sex. The lust might as well have been resonating off them. The problem was that when Dante looked at me, I felt that same tingle I felt when I first met him. I didn’t understand it—there was just something about his demeanor and mannerisms. If I put the two of them side-by-side on looks alone, I would have probably chosen Shane any day of the week, but I found myself strangely attracted to Dante.
“So, is a lion what you really want to be for Halloween?” Dante tilted his head inquisitively.
“I don’t know.” I lifted my hand and nervously nibbled my fingernail.
“Perhaps you’re just not comfortable being a sexy cheerleader.” Dante nodded and smiled.
“That’s part of it.” I shrugged and nodded my head in agreement.
I’ve never really considered myself very sexy.
“I think you would rather be a naughty cheerleader.” Dante smirked and narrowed his eyes.
“I’m not sure that’s any different.” I raised my eyebrows and bit down on my fingernail again.
“There’s definitely a difference, because a naughty cheerleader is only going to get away with bad behavior for so long before she has to be punished.” Dante chuckled under his breath.
“Punished?” I blinked in surprise.
There goes that tingle again—and it’s even stronger than before.
“I can see it in your eyes—that desire.” Dante stood and started walking towards me. “It is begging for you to embrace what you truly want.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” I looked up at him nervously.
“The need to taste discipline—to serve.” Dante put his hand underneath my chin. “To submit.”
Oh my god, my panties are getting soaked. I need to get out of here before I leave a spot where I’m sitting.
“I think you may have the wrong person for this… fantasy, Funhouse, whatever it is.” I pushed his hand away and stood, sliding past him as I came to my feet.
“Dante’s never wrong about this sort of thing.” Shane stood and stepped into my path. “You want to taste that sweet addiction on your breath, even if you’re afraid to admit it.”
Admit it? It scares me to even think about, even if it is turning me on so much I’ve got a geyser between my legs right now.
“It’s hard to embrace things you don’t understand.” Dante walked up behind me until I could feel his breath on my neck. “But we could show you how good feels to be down on your knees, begging for more.”