The Dance Floor [Halloween 2026]

Part 3 of 4

Lucas Lake was in over his head.

He knew it, he was pretty sure his dance partner knew it, and he was worried that everyone else on the dance floor knew it too. Fortunately, Nadia knew what she was doing. He was still a little amazed that the sexy 21 year old former cheer captain was showing any interest at all, but he supposed he was disguised. Part of him worried about how dishonest he'd been so far tonight, but he kept trying to tell himself that it wasn't too bad. All he'd really done is lie about his name and fudge the truth a bit about college. He obviously wasn't in college, so he decided to just go ahead and give his degree plan rather than making something up.

After his disastrous attempt at coming up with a fake name, he figured it was better to stick to the truth more. Lucas just hated lying, and he especially hated lying to gorgeous women who were currently grinding their ass back against him. She had an arm up, holding on to the back of his shoulder as she shimmied her way up and down his body with sexy serpentine grace. Her hips swung back and forth with the rhythm of the music, the bass thumping in Lucas' chest and ears while his senses were just consumed by Nadia. Her braids brushed against his neck and chin as she worked her way up and down his body, making extra sure to lean back and grind that ass into him whenever she passed by his cock.

Lucas, for his part, was trying not to just stand there dumbstruck, though he'd say that defined his state of mind pretty well right now. Nadia smelled like something floral, though he had no idea what kind of flower she might be going for. His hands on her hips were holding her not tightly, but firmly, and he was moving with the music to the best of his ability. Nadia was rolling her body backwards and forwards like she was trying to arch herself into the letter S, and not only did it feel fantastic, it was a sight and a half looking down and watching the voluptuous dark-skinned older girl moving like that.

Lucas couldn't hold back a groan as Nadia's round, heart-shaped ass rubbed up against him, and it made the sexy nurse laugh. She glanced over her shoulder at him, mischief kindling in her brown eyes, which were lit up by the glow of the neon lights all around the dance floor. Red and orange neon cast a fiery Halloween glow across the dance floor, lighting up the dark bar.

"You enjoying yourself, Evan?" Nadia teased, turning around to face him. He was briefly thrown by the fake name he had given her, before nodding. Lucas was almost thankful for the brief respite from Nadia's talented dancing, she was making him feel a little too good.

"Uh, yeah, absolutely." Lucas said with what he hoped was a confident grin. That's what he thought Evan or Jace would do, after all.

Nadia nodded approvingly as she started dancing to the music, moving her hips in a sensuous, circular motion. She smirked at him, clearly seeing the way his eyes were glued to her. Lucas kept up his movement to the music, but Nadia was by far the better dancer. The only thing more magnetic than Nadia's ample ebony cleavage was the sexy way she was dancing, and Lucas found it hard to concentrate on just about anything other than this sexy college girl.

"You look tense." Nadia teased, scooting closer to wrap her arms loosely around him, her hands overlapping at the back of his neck.

"I'm not much of a dancer." Lucas admitted.

"Well, step one is pretty simple." Nadia told him with a smile. "Put your hands on my hips."

"I can do that." Lucas nodded, and he did as she instructed, putting his hands on her generous curvy hips, holding onto them as Nadia kept up her dancing.

"There we go." Nadia said in an encouraging tone, with just a slight teasing quality to her words. She let go of his neck with one hand, reaching up to brush her braids off her shoulder so they all streamed down her back, before replacing her hand. It was warm on the dance floor, Lucas thought, and he was sweating as him and Nadia danced. He itched to yank off the wrap around the top half of his head, but he knew that that was a bad idea.

"I think step two is just loosening up." Nadia nodded, and she lifted her hands off his neck to flick her wrists like she was shaking off water. "Relax, alright? Sure, you're dancing with a super sexy girl, if I do say so myself, but it's nothing to be so stressed about. Only part of you should be stiff right now, the rest of you needs to loosen up."

Lucas about choked at that, and Nadia's sweet laugh filled his ears as she shook her head. "I'm kidding about that last part. Well, kidding a little. But you do need to loosen up."

"Loosening up has never been something I'm good at." Lucas confessed, shaking his head as Nadia tried to lead him along in dancing via her hands on her neck.

"Oh, I see. You're not shy, you're uptight." Nadia smiled. "Makes sense for a future cop, I guess."

Her words were light and teasing, but they did hit home for Lucas. It was hardly the first time someone had told him he needed to loosen up. Actually, he got told that quite a lot. Most of his friends had said it to him, for example.

"Yeah... I guess I'm a bit too uptight sometimes." Lucas agreed. "It's always been how I am though. I've been told I was a very serious child."

Nadia laughed, nodding. "Well, this is a great time to let loose a little bit. Dance with me, alright? Just focus on me."

Lucas nodded, and Nadia held his gaze as they danced, her brown eyes staring into his blue ones. Lucas really did his best. He held Nadia's eyes, and he tried to let the beat of the music wash over him. He squeezed Nadia's hips, her dark red lips quirking into a smile as he did so, but she said nothing. Instead, she used her hands on the back of his neck to pull herself closer, her very large bosom pressing into his chest as she began to rub her body against him. She did it with the rhythm of the music, her eyes still holding his as she moved, her body swinging back and forth, pressing right up against him as much as she could.

And you know what? It worked, at least to a degree. For the duration of the song, Lucas' stresses faded away. His world started and ended with the curvy college girl who was in his hands and had her arms around him, her body feeling heavensent against him.

"Thank you." Lucas groaned, squeezing Nadia closer to him as they danced. He was moving freely, his body moving to the beat of the music as close to thoughtlessly as Lucas thought he'd ever achieve.

"Any time." Nadia breathed in his ear, nuzzling into his neck after she spoke. One of Nadia's hands came down from his neck to slide down his chest, and she tipped her head back to gaze into his blue eyes as her hand continued southward.

"What do you think?" Nadia asked him, fluttering her eyelashes at him as her hand reached its' destination. "You wanna let loose even more tonight?"

There was only one word Lucas could think to say.

"Yes."

———

"Strong silent type?" Mona Dearden guessed.

Ryan jolted guiltily, shaking his head. "Uh... no, no, actually, most people say I need to shut up."

The MILF dressed as a Greek goddess laughed. "Well, you're being pretty damn quiet tonight. Cat got your tongue?"

Ryan hesitated, trying to come up with a witty answer quickly, but Mona just gave him a knowing smile, reaching out to pat the furry cheek of his werewolf mask.

"Performance anxiety?" Mona teased, her hazel eyes kindling with amusement.

Ryan let out a disappointed sigh. "Yeah, something like that. I mean, no, not anything like that- it's just... nerves, I guess."

"First time with an older woman?" Mona guessed, and Ryan let out a small chuckle.

"Not for lack of trying." Ryan admitted, and Mona gave a surprised little laugh.

"I see! You're a would-be cougar hunter?" Mona giggled.

"I'm trying my best." Ryan said with a grin full of false bravado that Mona, of course, couldn't see.

"Well, let me tell you, you picked a good one to start with." Mona confided, running her hand down his chest. There was loud music playing, there were lights sweeping across the dance floor, there was neon lights around the walls, and Ryan and Mona were doing something like dancing. It was mostly talking, but they were moving to the beat. Neither one was doing anything too exciting, which Ryan was grateful for, he was having a hard enough time just talking to the gorgeous woman in front of him.

She looked amazing, dressed up like Artemis, the sexy goddess of the hunt. Her long honey brown hair flowed down her back in stylized curls, while the top of her hair was done up in some kind of crown braid, with a golden headband around her forehead, formed of laurel leaves. The MILF was wearing a white chiton, though hers was cut to reveal one of her legs entirely, while the flowy bottom was draped around the side of her other leg. It was a pretty great costume, Ryan thought. He also liked the way it was showing some of the cleavage that her medium-to-large breasts created with a nice deep V neckline. She had a quiver of arrows around her back, but she had left her bow on a table before coming out on the dance floor.

"I think I did, too." Ryan nodded in agreement. "You look stunning, for one."

"Oh, stunning, huh?" Mona smirked. "A girl always loves a compliment."

"It's just the truth." Ryan shrugged.

Mona's lips quirked into a smile, and she opened her mouth to say something before a man walked up, one who was instantly familiar to Ryan. After all, he was the other guy on all of the Dearest Homes ads. Fortunately for Ryan though, while the guy was Zane Dearden, he was Mona's brother, not her nonexistent husband. That might have been a touch awkward.

Zane, perhaps unsurprisingly, was dressed as Apollo. He was wearing a gold-lined toga, positioned at an angle so it showed off one of his pecs as well as both his arms. The brown-haired realtor also wore a laurel leaves headband, and he had a broad golden sun on the buckle of his quiver, which was identical to Mona's.

"Hey, Mo." Zane greeted his sister, glancing towards Ryan. "I gotta dash."

"What's her name?" Mona teased.

"It's Sarita." Zane admitted.

"Couldn't resist her in that sexy Jasmine costume, huh?" Mona asked with a sympathetic tone. "I can't blame you, I don't even swing that way but even I wanted to take a bite."

Zane chuckled, leaning in to kiss his elder sister's cheek. "Looks like you've got yourself some company tonight, too."

"I just might." Mona admitted, winking at Ryan.

"You treat my sister right, you hear me?" Zane asked, lifting a finger to point at Ryan, holding a stern look for just a few seconds before his face broke out into an easy smile. "Nah, don't worry about it. If anything, you're the one who needs to be careful."

Ryan laughed slightly, feeling a touch awkward but doing his best not to sound like it.

"Get out of here." Mona scoffed, shoving her brother a few steps back while Zane laughed.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Zane told his sister before he hurried off to the exit of the bar, where Ryan spotted a very sexy Latina in a skimpy Jasmine costume waiting by the doors. He took one quick look at Sarita Ramos' bubble butt in those skimpy teal shorts she was wearing before looking back to Mona.

"Ignore him." Mona said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You have nothing to worry about with me."

"Well, you are a goddess of the hunt." Ryan pointed out.

"And supposedly a virgin goddess, too." Mona reminded him. "Do you feel hunted, Mr. Wolf?"

Ryan looked into Mona's eager hazel eyes, and nodded. "I do... but I think it's gonna lead to something good."

Mona laughed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, swinging her hips to the music as she looked at him with an eager hunger in her eyes. "You think so, do you?"

"I'm hoping so, at least." Ryan said sheepishly, and Mona smirked.

"Well, you tell me, Big Bad Wolf." Mona shrugged. "You think you can tame a moon goddess?"

Ryan swallowed hard, Mona's proximity and her exaggeratedly sexy dancing having a bit of an effect downstairs. This was the time for a bold swing, Mona seemed like the type to like that kind of thing. He just hoped he didn't crash and burn.

"Trust me, we'll be howling up at your moon all night." Ryan said with as much confidence as he could muster. Surprise spread across Mona's face before she broke out into delighted giggles.

"Looks like someone found their voice." Mona teased him lightly, patting his chest. "What happened to the shy, quiet wolf?"

"I think you poked him too many times." Ryan shrugged.

"Now you're just mixing metaphors." Mona laughed. "It's bears I'm not supposed to poke, not wolves."

"Shit, you're right." Ryan winced, but Mona just gave him a playful look.

"Maybe it's time for the Big Bad Wolf to poke me with something." Mona winked.

Ryan almost choked, but he tried to play it off like he was clearing his throat. "Sounds good to me."

"Uh huh." Mona said with a grin. "Tonight, Mr. Wolf, you get to hunt your first cougar. Let's get out of here, I have a friend at the Amaranthine Hotel. Andie said I can always ask for a free room."

"That's a nice hotel." Ryan said in surprise.

"Helps to have friends in high places." Mona shrugged. "Are you saying you don't want to come to a hotel room with me?"

"I am absolutely not saying that." Ryan said, maybe a touch too eagerly, but Mona didn't seem to mind.

"Let's go then." Mona smirked. "The hunt isn't over yet."

———

Matt glanced towards a familiar costume on the dance floor, and he fought the urge to smirk as he saw a busty blonde in a kitten costume take a guy in a very familiar Jason costume by the hand and slip away off the dance floor together. Looks like Evan was gonna be having himself a very fun night, that busty blonde was Rebecca Kraft. She was two years older than Matt's elder sister Maple, and Matt had always had a bit of a thing for her. There were no feelings involved or anything, he'd just always thought that the bubbly blonde cheerleader was hot. So was her best friend Lauren DeWitt, who wasn't as busty but was rumored to have a wild sex drive.

Matt didn't know any of the 21 year old former cheerleaders that well, he'd just seen them a few times throughout his freshman year, and of course he'd watched them cheer at football games. They hadn't been cheering at his football games, he was still JV back then, but the varsity games he went to see had that cheer squad front and center. Matt had seen them occasionally over the summers since, it was a small town, after all. It looked like Evan was going to be fucking Becky Kraft tonight, but Matt couldn't find it in him to be jealous, not when he looked back to the woman who he was dancing with.

Daphne Franklin in her sexed up Sleeping Beauty costume, her ample round tanned tits drawing his eyes like magnets as she swung herself around to the music. To say they were dancing together might be a stretch, but Matt was standing very close to the sexy blonde woman, and he was getting into the rhythm of the music while he enjoyed the heavensent view in front of him.

Daphne wore her little gold tiara atop her head, her hair falling down in elegant princess curls tonight. She'd adapted Sleeping Beauty's classic pink dress into a two-piece costume, with the bodice of the dress turned into a cleavage-baring crop top with a slutty sweetheart neckline that Daphne's tits seemed to be doing their damnedest to escape from. The top was shoulderless, with white fabric wrapped around her upper arms, before it plunged down to show off her tits. The rest of the top was a shimmery pink fabric, and her bottom half was just a tiny sheer pink tutu. Very visible beneath that tutu was a pair of lacy pink panties, and on the rest of her legs she wore sheer white stockings with garter straps attached to her lacy panties. She was also in some quite high pink heels, bringing her up almost to Matt's height tonight. In a word? Sexy as fuck. OK, that was three words.

Matt was no stranger to dancing, he and Jace had been to plenty of parties before, most of them at Skylar Wayne's house, though there had been others. Right after they'd turned 18, they'd hit up Blackout, the blacklight night club here in town. According to Skylar, it was pretty inadequate, but Matt had never been to any other nightclub, as Amethyst Shore only had the one. Skylar was really snobby about a lot of things though, so that might just be her general disdain for small town living talking. But at all of these parties, he'd never danced with someone as ridiculously sexy as Daphne Eleanor Franklin. Yeah, he knew her middle name, but only because she was his best friend's aunt, not because Daphne was one of his biggest crushes and Matt had done everything he could to talk to her over the years, meaning he'd picked up trivia like her middle name or her favorite color (pink). Definitely not that second reason, that'd be crazy. And creepy!

"You look like you're arguing with yourself in your head!" Daphne called over the music, a wry little smirk on her stunningly gorgeous face. Her lips were an enticing shade of red tonight, not as bold as Mrs. West was rocking in her Snow White costume, but a deeper red than she usually wore her lips.

"What does that even mean?" Matt exclaimed, shaking his head.

Daphne smirked, reaching out and rolling her body against his as she leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Probably means you're mulling over something you know is wrong. You know, like... skipping school, or maybe something naughtier like... let's see, hitting on your best friend's aunt."

"That's a... specific example." Matt said with a weak chuckle as Daphne drew back with a knowing look clear on her face. He hoped really badly that his Daredevil mask covered enough of his face that he wasn't flushing. He felt flushed, the way he always felt around Daphne. She had such an effect on him, it was ridiculous.

"Is it?" Daphne asked innocently, lifting her arms above her head and shimmying herself around in a circle to the thump of the bass, moving in such a way to draw all of Matt's attention to the curve of her tight, firm ass. Daphne had the smallest ass of the three Franklin sisters, but she had the biggest tits to balance it out, plus, it sure wasn't like Daphne's ass wasn't something fantastic. It was very clear she was a yoga instructor, Matt would just say that. Her stomach was flat and toned, her thighs perfectly shaped, her ass tight and firm like a quarter could just bounce right off it.

Matt's eyes followed the womanly shape of her hips, sliding up along her barely clothed body until it found her tits again. He hastily looked back up at her face, but Daphne Franklin didn't miss much. She was smirking at him again, and Matt suddenly felt like an idiot. She'd basically led him by the hand into a trap to catch him staring, and Matt had followed along like he didn't have two brain cells to rub together. Idiot.

"Matthew, Matthew." Daphne clicked her tongue, shaking her head like she was disappointed, though the corners of her pretty lips threatened to quirk upwards into a smile. "That's far from the first time I've caught you staring at me tonight, you know. And let's be real... you're in the millions if we're counting the entire time we've known each other."

"I'm sorry, I didn't-" Matt sighed, but Daphne held a finger up to his lips, lifting an eyebrow.

"Did I say I wanted an apology?" Daphne asked curiously, stepping so close to Matt that her scent of vanilla and something spicy overpowered his senses. He didn't know what it was, but she'd smelled like that for years, and it was amazing every time.

"Well, it sort of seemed like you were lecturing me about it." Matt pointed out.

"I was." Daphne nodded, and now her lips did curve into a smile. "I just think it's funny how bad you are at hiding it. I mean, do you even try?"

"I..." Matt exhaled heavily, before giving her a sheepish smile. "Can't help it."

"So you're saying it's my fault then?" Daphne asked huskily, lifting one of her hands to cup his chin and tilt it up so he was looking her in the face. Her tits might have distracted him again, just momentarily.

"Oh, no, I'm not blaming you, I'm just saying..." Matt trailed off at the expectant look on one of his biggest crushes' face. Daphne just looked at him with those sexy dark blue eyes, clearly waiting for him to say something that was coherent.

"It's because it's you." Matt blurted. "You're like one of the sexiest women in this entire town, and I got to see way too much of you being Jace's best friend. Women like you aren't meant to be seen every day, you're like the kind of women on TV."

"So you're saying that you hate seeing me all the time?" Daphne asked poutily, and Matt's mouth opened to protest, but she burst out into giggles before he could say a word. "Sorry, I'm teasing. I do appreciate the compliment, Matty. It's sweet, though you might need to work on your delivery a bit! Practically had to drag that out of you."

Matt floundered for something to say, hating that he was always so awkward around Daphne. Ordinarily, he was a pretty calm and collected guy. He'd been with several girls from school, no issues at all. But they didn't intimidate him like Daphne did. Not even close. Her big sister Danielle had a similar effect, though Matt thought he was a bit better behaved around Danielle. She was married, and significantly older than him. Daphne was only ten years older than Matt, but Danielle was twenty. She was still extremely sexy, of course, but she was even more unattainable than her little sister.

"Well, you are my best friend's aunt." Matt reminded her. "I don't think he'd appreciate me complimenting you like that."

"Probably not." Daphne agreed. "But... what Jace doesn't know won't hurt him. And besides, it looks like the good doctor is keeping him very distracted. I don't think I've seen him look away from her once."

Matt chanced a glance over towards Jace and Dr. Kennedy, and sure enough, the busty blonde Black Widow seemed to be occupying 110% of his best friend's attention. Matt looked back to Daphne, and opened his mouth to reply, but he was cut off before he could.

"Holy shit! Look at that!" Daphne exclaimed jubilantly, and she grabbed Matt, her tits squashing into his chest as she turned him partway around, towards the bar. At the bar, a very sexy Cinderella was currently making out with a dark-skinned racecar driver. Matt knew at once that the blonde was Kayla Roberts, he'd seen her in that insanely sexy costume earlier, but as for the racecar driver, the man was facing away from Matt. Even still, for some reason, Matt was pretty damn sure that he knew the back of that head.

"I'm so proud of her." Daphne beamed, leaning her head against the side of Matt's mask as all at once, the identity of the racecar driver clicked. He did know the back of that head!

"That's my football coach!" Matt exclaimed, making Daphne gasp.

"Oh, damn, is it? I didn't recognize him. Look at Kay-Kay getting it on with one of her coworkers. Now I'm even more proud." Daphne said with a happy sigh. Matt hadn't realized that Coach J was at this party, but hopefully none of the other guys had bumped into him. If anyone would be able to recognize them, it'd be him.

Him and Kayla were kissing fiercely though, Coach J had her pushed back against the bar, one hand cupping her waist as the other hand was cupping her face. As Matt and Daphne watched, Kayla wrapped her arms around Coach J and pushed her body up into him.

"Man, she's getting it." Daphne grinned. "You have to understand, Kayla doing something like this at a party is borderline unheard of. It's a Halloween miracle."

"Well, uh... I'm very happy for you?" Matt said with a small laugh.

"I'm happy for her. You didn't hear this from me, but she needed to get laid. Not just laid, she needed to get her insides rearranged." Daphne said in a lamenting tone. "Fortunately, I think he can do that for her."

"That's a lot of information." Matt said with a wince, and Daphne snorted.

"That's nothing, baby." she shook her head. "I know filthy secrets about people you would never guess in a hundred years."

"Seriously?" Matt asked, stunned.

"Seriously." Daphne told him with relish. "Ask me anyone. No high schoolers though, I don't keep up with your guys' gossip."

"Alright, uh... how about Dr. Kennedy?" Matt asked, nodding over to where the sexy doctor and Jace were still dancing together.

"You mean something other than the fact that she used to date Jace's dad in college?" Daphne lifted an eyebrow, making Matt's mouth fall open.

"She did what?" he asked incredulously.

"Yup." Daphne grinned. "Jeremiah and her were together for a little under a year, I think. They broke up like a week or two before he knocked up Dani. I'm pretty sure Dani was a rebound girl he forgot to pull out of."

"Holy shit. You think she knows she's dancing with Jace?" Matt asked, looking at Esme in a whole new light. In another world, maybe Esme Kennedy would have been Jace's mother.

"Oh, she knows." Daphne said decisively. "The way she's dancing on him, the way she's looking at him... that's a woman turned on by something taboo. I guess maaaybe it could be the taboo of hooking up with a masked stranger, but it's probably the fact that she knows it's Jace."

"Do you think Jace knows about Dr. Kennedy and his dad?" Matt asked, looking back towards Daphne.

"I'm like 90% sure he knows." Daphne nodded. "Maybe 85%."

"And you think they're going to...?" Matt trailed off, and Daphne gave him a wry look.

"Fuck? Without a doubt. People do not dance like that unless they're about to go fuck somewhere." Daphne said with complete confidence. "It's a surprise they aren't already slobbering all over each other like Kayla and your coach over there."

Matt glanced back towards Kayla and Coach J, and to his amusement, he saw that the sexy devil bartender Yasmin was watching them unabashedly from a few feet away. "You think they're going to do it too?"

"C'mon, really? They're basically doing it already." Daphne said, bursting with pride. "I bet they won't make it further than a supply closet nearby somewhere."

Matt looked at Daphne, forcing himself not to look down at the magnetic Grand Canyon sitting high and proud on her chest. "And, uh... what about us?"

"Matthew Chester!" Daphne exclaimed, fanning her face while giving him a teasing smile. "I never expected that out of you, but... I'm down."

Matt stared at Daphne, slack-jawed.

"I think you're drooling a bit." Daphne cooed. "Let me fix that."

And then, to Matt's astonishment, Daphne Franklin leaned in and kissed him fiercely. Her tongue snaked right into his mouth, and Matt groaned into her, his arms wrapping around her curvaceous body and clinging to her like he might never get a chance to kiss her again. He felt his helmet knock against her forehead, but she didn't even falter with her kiss. Her tits squashed against the padding of his costume, and he sorely wished they didn't have all these layers of clothes between them.

When they drew apart moments later, Matt was breathing raggedly like he'd just ran a marathon, while Daphne was grinning. "I think maybe we need to go find a supply closet too."