Yes!

She had eagerly picked out costumes for the two of you. You would be the “Phantom of the Opera," complete with a rubber mask which covered half your face. It velcroed on top of a second mask, which did a good job of approximating ruined flesh. The effect was pretty fantastic. She had also gotten you a white tuxedo, complete with jacket, black pants, a white shirt, black bow tie, and black cummerbund. The entire costume was then finished off with a black cape lined with a deep red silk. You had never considered yourself overly handsome in the past, but as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you had to admit that the mysterious figure you cut in the costume was something to look at.

For herself, Melanie had chosen “The Enchantress." She wore a deep green, padded cloth headband shaped like a crown in her intricately curled hair. Her shapely breasts were squeezed into a matching colored corset top, which faded to the knee-length black skirt that she wore. Underneath, she wore an ebony garter belt with matching silk thigh-high stockings, completed with like colored silk panties, decorated with a little green bow on the front. You knew this because she had made it a point to show them to you before she went to get dressed. She knew you had a "thing" for stockings, and a tingle of anticipation ran through you as you pictured her in them. On her feet, she wore a pair of shiny, black six-inch heels, which added a little to her height, since she only stood about 5’4” normally. Her ensemble was finished off with forest green eye makeup, lipstick and nail polish, which brought out the color in her eyes. Finally she brought the entire outfit together with her own black cape, though the lining of hers was a deep green.

Once you got to the costume ball you had a great time. The two of you had started drinking early, and both of you had more than your fair share before you were called upon to enter the couples costume contest. You hadn’t been expecting anything like this when you had agreed to go, even though both of you had been getting a good deal of looks from the other party-goers. Mellie seemed to be into it though, so you had gone along.

Together you had twirled about the dance floor to the melody of “Music of the Night." Cliché yes, but the crowd seemed to get into it. You twirled and twirled, giving everyone a good view of your costumes, until finally, on the last spin…you dipped Melanie, and she reached up and snatched the outer mask from your face, exposing the one beneath. This gathered a hearty round of applause and cheers from the lookers on, while you both took an **** bow. In the end, you had come in first, and had won a small brass trophy, topped with the figure of a witch riding a broom, and a gift certificate to one of the stores downtown. Afterwards, the celebratory drinking began in earnest. This only seemed to turn Mellie on even more, and on the ride home, she could hardly keep her hands off of you. Keith warned her more than once to chill out before he dropped you off at your apartment, apparently you were making his girlfriend, Julie, uncomfortable.

Now the door swug open under the weight of the two of you, and you staggered in, tossing your keys onto the coffee table with a soft 'chink' of metal on wood. As you turned around, almost immediately Mellie’s soft lips were on yours, probing and hungry. She tossed the trophy onto the couch as her tongue eagerly sought out yours, her tiny hands running into your short brown hair as she pulled your beaming face down to hers.

“I want you…right…now!” She said, breathlessly as she untied the cape from your neck and let it fall from your shoulders.

“Sure,” your slurred, still smiling. “Let me take this mask off.”

“No!” She said, grabbing your hand and leading you through the French doors and into the bedroom. “Leave it on.”