A Halloween Trick




   "So," he asked, "what do you do?"



   "What do you mean?" she answered.



   "Well, what do you do for a living?"



   "I'm not trying to make a living," she answered.



   The DJ had the sound cranked up.  The bar was a chaotic melee of
beautiful people and wanna be's on a normal night.  Tonight, with so many
people in their Halloween costumes, it was a scene from a Surrealist's
nightmare.  Logan looked at her in the flashing variegated light.  She was
in a long vampy black dress cut quite low.  Her décolletage was prominent
and kept catching his eye.  She had painted her skin an unearthly white
color.  Her coal black hair hung long and straight.  He tried to see if it
was a wig.  Her lips were painted a dark blood red, the color of a good
Bordeaux.  She had beautiful white teeth.  Her dark eyes were almost
hypnotic.  He found himself lost in them if he stared too long.  'If it
weren't for the Halloween costume she'd be quite a looker,' Logan thought.
'My first line didn't work but too soon to give up,' he thought.



   "Quite a crowd, huh?"



   She looked around and then back to him.  "Actually, there was no one
here of interest, until now."



   'Yowza, yowza,' he said to himself.  "Can I get you something to drink?"



   She smiled at him.  "Oh, yes.  For now a Bloody Mary would please me."



   Logan pushed his way up to the bar and ordered the Bloody Mary and a
Grand Marnier for himself.  'How can anyone drink that stuff?' he asked
himself when the barkeep set the Bloody Mary down.  Logan shouldered his
way back to the girl.  She had found a small table right off the dance
floor.  Logan sat opposite her.  "Prost." He held up his drink.



   She clinked his glass.  "Success," she said.  'Her eyes' was all Logan
could think of when she looked at him.  He tried to think of some romantic
way of telling her about her eyes.  But he was lost in them again.  They
were calling him.  He stared into her eyes and they seemed to grow, to
expand as he watched.  They were bottomless pools of midnight black set in
a pallid icy landscape.  Caverns that opened into another world.  They were
incredibly seductive.  He would follow those eyes anywhere.



   "What did you say your name was?" she asked.



   "Huh?" He shook his head to clear it.  "My name...  Yeah, Logan."



   "Logan, I'm very pleased to have met you tonight," she answered.



   "Great.  Uh, can I ask your name Miss...?"



   "Mina.  Mina Murray."



   Logan's eyebrows furrowed.  He thought he recognized the name.  Maybe a
client?  Did they have a Mina Murray as a client?  One of his professors at
school?  It just didn't come back.  He took a shot in the dark, "I'm
pleased to meet you.  That's a bit unusual, Mina.  You don't often see a
name like that."



   "It's an old family name.  I wasn't born in this country."



   He smiled.  "I thought so.  I thought I heard some accent.  Very subtle.
I hope you don't mind me saying that?"



   "No Logan.  That is fine.  It is true so why should I mind."



   "So, where are you from?"



   "You mean, my birth?  That is not so important.  But I consider myself a
child of Romania."



   'That's it.' Logan thought to himself.  That's who she reminds me of. 
Who was that Romanian gymnast?  Nadia...  Nadia somebody.  He had fallen in
love with her when he was just a little kid.  He hadn't thought of her in
years.  The same dark eyes, the same round face.  No wonder he loved her
eyes.  Logan sipped his drink and saw that Mina had pretty much finished
hers.  "Would you like another?"



   "No.  I am tired of this place."



   "Would you like to go somewhere else?" he asked hopefully.



   "Someplace quiet.  Someplace we could be alone."



   Logan felt a stirring below the belt.  Someplace alone.  Maybe he was
going to get lucky on Halloween.  "I live just around the corner..." Then
in a panic he tried to remember if he had cleaned up today.  'Oh Jesus.  I
hope I don't have underwear draped over the sofa.'



   "That would be good." She stood and started toward the door.  Logan
jumped up and followed her out of the crowded bar.  He caught up with her
at the door and held it open.  The wind was swirling down the crevasse
between the brooding buildings.  It moaned and howled as it writhed through
the dark yawning openings.  Logan pulled his jacket tight around himself
and then noticed that she didn't have a jacket.



   "Do you need a coat," he said over the whistling wind.



   "No, I am fine," as she walked on.



   He shrugged.  "It's just around the corner." They walked in silence
until they came to his building.  He unlocked the door and held it open for
her.  "I'm on the third floor." She followed him over to the elevator. 
When the door opened she moved away to the side.  He looked in the elevator
trying to figure out why she wasn't entering.  There wasn't anyone in it.
All he saw was his reflection in the mirror at the back of the elevator.



   "I'm sorry," she said.  "Sometimes elevators make me nervous.  I was
trapped in one during a fire.  I know it's irrational but sometimes I just
can't get in one."



   "Oh well, umm, we could walk up if you don't mind." Logan pointed to the
stairs.



   Mina smiled.  "Yes.  I'm sorry I'm being silly.  Let's walk up." Logan
led her over to the stairs and followed her up.  On the third floor landing
he was huffing but she appeared not to notice.  "Thank you for humoring me.
I hope you find it worth it."



   His mind raced.  I hope that means what I think that means.  "No
problem. I like the exercise." He led the way down the hall.  He opened the
door to his apartment, glanced in quickly to assess the state of disrepair.
'Looks okay.  Thank God.' "Here's my place." He stepped back.



   She glanced in and then stepped into his apartment.  As he followed her
in she looked back and commented, "Very nice.  It has a very masculine
feel, earthy.  I like it."



   "Thanks." 'Earthy?  What the hell does that mean?  As long as I get laid
I don't care.' "Can I get you something to drink?"



   "No.  Not yet," she said smiling enigmatically.  "Soon I will want
something from you." The look in her eyes sent a chill straight down to his
loins.  He felt his cock begin to swell.  Mina looked at the swelling and
smiled.  Logan went from slightly embarrassed to horny in a nanosecond when
he saw that smile.



   She walked over to the window.  "I like looking at the night.  It feels
so comfortable.  The light is reflecting on the glass and hiding the night.
Perhaps you might turn out the light?"



   'All right!' "Sure." Logan quickly hit the switch.  Light from the
street was enough to make out the shapes in the room but the detail became
blurred and indistinct.



   Mina turned from the window.  "You don't look comfortable standing
there. Why don't you sit?" She was a velvety dark silhouette against the
window but her eyes sparkled in the dark.  Those eyes.  "Please sit."



   Logan walked over to the couch and sank back into the soft cushions. 
His eyes never left hers.  He was magnetized by those coal black orbs.  She
walked over and stood before him.  The rest of the room disappeared.  All
he could see was her.  All he wanted to see was her.  She gently knelt
before him like a supplicant in some arcane ritual.  She pushed his legs
apart and reached for his zipper.  "What do we have here?" she asked as she
pulled the tab down.  "Do you want me to...?" as she leaned back.



   "Yes.  Please..." Logan said quickly, afraid she might stop.  Her hands
massaged his thighs moving slowly toward his open zipper.  As they neared
he felt his desire rising, felt himself stiffening in response.



   "Yes," she crooned.  "Hmm.  I can feel the blood rushing." Her eyes
gleamed hungrily staring at his open zipper.  Logan couldn't believe his
luck.  'Damn,' he thought.  'She really wants my cock.'



   She reached into the gap of his pants and drew out his half erect cock.
Her hands were cold, and slowed the stiffening.  "Oh no.  It must be full."
She looked into his eyes again.  "Think about what you want me to do.  Do
you want me to suck it?  Do you want me to suck your cock?" She said it
quietly.  The hunger in her voice made it the words incredibly erotic.  He
knew from the hunger in her voice that she wanted his cock.



   Logan moaned.  "Yes." He wanted her to suck his cock.  A picture of her
leaning forward and taking his cock in her mouth filled his mind and the
blood leapt into his cock.  In three heartbeats it was engorged with his
blood, stiff and standing straight.



   "I want to suck your cock," she crooned.  His cock got even harder.  It
bounced in rhythm with his heart.  Her eyes locked with his and he was
falling into them, lost in a whirlwind.  His head was spinning as if he had
drunk a case of beer.  He heard her voice from far away pleading, "Please
let me suck your cock." He couldn't answer.  He had lost control of his
body.  "You want me to.  I can tell.  Look, it is hard and full of your
blood." He watched her head lower to his lap and felt the first wet touch
of her mouth on his cock.  His head spun.  He was getting dizzy and a great
lassitude enveloped him.  A desiccating weakness surged through his body
and he passed out.



   *****



   The sun beat down on his eyelids.  He moaned and gradually opened them.
The morning sun poured in through the window.  Logan was still on the couch
in the living room of his apartment.  He was weak and disoriented.  'Shit,'
he thought.  'I didn't drink that much last night.  What a hangover.'



   Logan sat up and nearly passed out again.  He tried to stand but was too
weak.  Out loud he said, "That's it.  I'm never drinking again."
Unfortunately, it was a promise he had made too many times to be taken
seriously.  He sat for a while gradually feeling the blood come back to his
head.  Finally, when he felt strong enough he stood and stumbled to the
kitchen.  He drank three glasses of water and then two glasses of milk
before his thirst was slaked.



   He sat down at the table and tried to remember the previous night.  'Did
I drink that much?' Through the haze and cobwebs he remembered.  The girl.
'That's right.  I brought a girl home.  I got a blow job.  How could I
forget a blow job?' No man forgets a blow job.  That's when he knew Clinton
had lied.  A man might forget his keys, where he parked his car even his
wife's birthday, once, but he never forgets a blow job.  Why couldn't he
remember the details?  As he struggled to remember his attention drifted
down trying to recall the feeling.  There was a vague feeling of discomfort
in his loins.  He looked down.  His zipper was still down but his cock had
been replaced in his briefs.  He rubbed his cock and nearly yelped.  'What
the fuck?' He reached in and pulled his briefs aside.  He pulled his
flaccid cock out through his zipper.



   Logan's heart skipped a beat.  He felt faint again and had to grab the
counter to stand.  On his cock he saw a ring left by Mina's blood red
lipstick and right below the ring two small red puncture wounds.