“Okay guys, thanks for your hard work. Tomorrow is Halloween so come rested and prepared for work. Make sure you wear your costumes or the outfits that lead to the biggest tips. Take your vitamins, and bring your aspirin. It’s going to be a huge night. Get home safe, and get rested.” I tuned in just as Joe was ending the meeting. I hoped I hadn’t missed anything important. This new distraction was really becoming a problem. I had to figure out a way to stop the daydreams, or at the very least, slow them down.
Eleven
“Let’s go,” I said to Myra.
We rushed to my car and locked the doors after we were safely inside.
“Oh, Demien is gorgeous. Oh, my goodness, he is good-looking. His ass is so tight. His body is so… so... perfect,” Myra sang her words. I guess she was wound up. “I think he likes you.”
“Ya think.” I knew I shouldn’t have been so cynical. In a bit of a softer voice, I said, “I don’t like him.”
“Why not?” she asked excitedly yet shocked.
“I just don’t. Can we talk about something else?” I snapped.
“Well, if you don’t like him, then can I have him?”
“Um, well, that’s up to him. He isn’t a dress I can hand over to you.” I was appalled by her question. I practically yelled at her in my head. My voice, on the other hand, was managing to remain calm with just a slight angry undertone. I was doing well to maintain my composure.
“Well, then, I’ll ask him out.” Myra placed her index finger on her lips and paused meditatively. “You know there is something about him. I just can’t quite put my finger on it. I’m a little suspicious.” She stopped talking for a few minutes as she lost herself in thought. Then she said, “Oh well, he is an outsider.” She continued prattling about who knew what. Myra always had plenty to say about everything. I tuned her out for the most part.
I was lost in my own thoughts, which always led me back to him. Particularly, wondering why I was so offended by her question.
“Are we goin’ to the festival tomorrow,” Myra asked before getting out of my car.
“Hell yeah, we can’t miss that. I’ll get you around two.” Secretly, I was not looking forward to tomorrow, but I did my best to fake excitement for Myra’s benefit. Halloween was her favorite holiday.
“Okay, see you then. Tell Shannon I said hi,” Myra said as she slammed the car door.
Before I realized it, I was turning into my driveway. I apparently drove on autopilot all the way home because I didn’t remember the drive. I was lost in my thoughts about Demien. I shouldn’t even think about his name. A mere thought of him for even a split second sent little rushed explosions up my spine. It was all too exciting and consuming; despite that, I got a vibe that told me he was extremely dangerous. Maybe the warnings that seemed to exude from his body was the reason I was so attracted to him.
I went to sleep with him on my mind. He excited me in ways I’d never thought possible.
The dream took place at work replaying the night’s events. Nothing significant happened except Demien kept repeating the same phrase. “You are mine. You carry my brand.” He recited that over and over, repeating it so many times that I lost count. His eyes were dark, but not black. I didn’t take the dream too seriously. My dreams were often weird around this time of year.
I woke up rested and refreshed. After showering, I shoved my waist into a bustier that was two sizes too small, which was a part of my slutty bar wench costume. I slipped on knee-high, black leather boots with an extremely high heel, and headed out the door. It was super tight and even more uncomfortable, but it did make my waist tiny and my girls pop out, promising to make the tips well worth it. I packed a little bag with a change of clothes and shoes without a heel, just in case. I always needed backup clothes when I was forced to wear tight clothes and high heels. I seriously doubted this time would be different, especially since we were going to the festival before work. I would be lucky if I made it to work still dressed in this dreadful ensemble.
Twelve
I was forced to drive twenty minutes out of my way through back roads that were cut off, just to have to backtrack and find another route. All just to get to Myra’s, because the main strip in town was blocked off for the festivities. Oklahoma had a bad issue with roads cutting off in random places to avoid interrupting farmlands. Living here my entire life did not make trying to navigate the back roads any easier.
When I finally arrived, she was waiting for me on her porch like always. Myra was wearing a fairy costume. The dress was red leather with large, black circles scattered throughout, hanging barely past her ass. The dress reminded me of a ladybug. Her wings were made of an oversized, glittery, black netted material.
I parked my car curbside in front of her house. As I got out, she laughed at me with a lisp for stumbling around in my heels. I looked up and noticed she had fangs. She had red drops painted from her lips and holes with blood dripping down on her neck.
“Nice, you’re a vampire fairy,” I said in delight. She looked cute and kick-ass all rolled into one.
“Yep, I’m excited about my costume. I think it’s my best yet. Wow, you look sexy. Demien’s gonna flip when he
