The ride over.

"Christ, fine, whatever," you say, shivering as Chris opens the door, letting the chill evening air play over every inch of your exposed skin. She walks outside and turns, waiting with a smirk for you to follow. You shiver, and not just because of the cold; this is your last chance to back out of this deal. Once you're out of the house, there's no coming back and no other outfits until the night is over. You take a deep breath, flip the lights off, and step through the doorway, which Chris lets close with an approving, if no less amused, look.

"No house key?" she asks.

"No, there's a keypad on the garage I can open from the outside."

"Good! 'Cause it's not like you'd have anywhere to keep it..." You roll your eyes as Chris keeps giggling to herself.

"Yeah, I get it. Wait, what about you?" You look around, realizing that your driveway is totally empty, as is the road in front of your house. "Don't you have a car key? Or like... a car?" Your stomach sinks as you turn to catch Chris's grin widening even further.

"Oh no," she says, "I walked here. But I have a ride that should be showing up right about...." You jump as a horn honks from behind you and the world lights up. Looking over your shoulder, you can only make out the vague outline of a stationary car as two glowing orbs illuminate your house, your lawn, and with your back to them, your bare ass.

"...Now!" Chris says simply, and she flashes you another smile as you whip your hands in front of your cheeks, turning to follow her as she moves towards the car. As you move over to the side of the car, you can more clearly see the people inside.

"Ho. Lee. Shit!" you hear when Chris opens the door. The girl in the passenger seat, you recognize her as one of Chris's softball teammates, Shannon, you think her name is. A tall girl with long dark hair, her normally freckled skin evil paler with white paint from her face down to the slight cleavage shown off in her vampire costume. Black sleeves and skirt connected to a red corset, and the wide grin she was giving you was only made more predatory by the fake fangs sticking out as her upper canines.

"I'm actually impressed," says the driver, "I wasn't sure you would actually try and go through with it. I sure as hell didn't expect him to agree." You recognize the driver as the softball team's captain. You remember her name being Silver, or at least that being her nickname because of her medium length, platinum blonde hair, but all that's showing of her namesake at the moment is a single strip on an otherwise dyed-black head of hair. Like the girl in the passenger seat, she's also painted her skin, a green color with a few stitches drawn here and there in black, and with the gauzy dress leaving her arms and midsection totally bare, she makes an alluring Bride of Frankenstein.

"Yeah, well, Sam doesn't like to break his promises," Chris starts, climbing in to the back seat of the car and patting the open seat next to her. "He can be an asshole sometimes when he won't admit he's wrong, but you have to give him that."

"Ooh, what else can I give him?" Shannon asks, and any genuine sentiment from Chris's remarks get buried back under the cloud of embarrassment and discomfort as you climb back into the car. You've never been bare-assed against a car seat before, and you're thankful that the car has been running long enough to keep it from being too cold. As you fasten your seatbelt, you catch Shannon looking back at you, craning her neck down towards your crotch, and you quickly press your legs together, moving your hands into your lap to keep your single leaf from lifting up and flashing her a look at your dick.

"This is gonna be a hell of a night," Shannon says, and while you can't agree with her sentiment, you certainly agree with her words, as the car pulls out of your driveway, ferrying your nearly naked body towards even more onlookers at Rebecca's party.