You'll figure it out

Damnit! You feel like a dumbass right now. First, you got yourself in a situation, where you basically have to help a miserable girl out - that kind of situations you'd rather avoid. Second, you almost hurt yourself and your balls are still trying to regain their size from the cold.

Eleanor is laying on a couch and you feel terrible for her. It's true that you kinda helped her, in dumb way, but still. She looks almost dead, she's not moving at all. "Hey, Eleanor... Are you ok?"

"..." She reacts in no way whatsoever. You sigh and sit next to her - her white cloth is wet from the ends but otherwise it's just fine. "Wh...what was that about? You just stood there and..."

You get kind of nervous for talking with her like this - it's like your her mom or something, you don't want to be.

"Are you like really ok? I mean, do you want to talk about it?" You're a mom and there's no going back.

"... Like... anyone, cares..." She wails almost inaudiably and you raise your head optimistically. "Eh, like I know we just met, but I just thought that you were really interesting. That's why I was looking for you I... Can't we just talk about something..?"

She turns her head and sits down, her hands still bound behind her back. "I don't want to take your tiiiime..." She looks unconfortable although the couch is nice.

"Nope, I want to talk with you, ok?" You say with more confidence and smile. She looks away and switches her postiation constantly. "Aaah, you're not serious, you are lying!" She sounds like she's about to cry again.

What did you do? You need to tell this girl that it's fine, but you are... "Listen damnit! I care for you, alright!? I will hug you again and show you that if you doubt me!" You turn red, but bite your teeth and ride the sudden burst of anger.

She yealps and jumps away a bit."O...o...okayyyy..." You sigh and grab her cloth, it's cool and moist.

"The other girl said that you should change, I think so too. Want help, or what?" You feel like your tone is pretty harsh, but suddenly the ghost's posture gets better and she says kinda happily: "I...I can d..dooo that... Ple...ase, just untiie meee..."

You are a bit taken back by the sudden energy, but help her untie her arms - the thin chains are tightly wrapped around her arms, and there's a small lobster claw lock keeping them together.

As you unhook the lock, she shakes her hands rappidly and frees her arms. She gets up and shakes her body for as long as all the chains have loosened up. You look dumbfounded at her perky body moving so excitely under the white sheet. You are kinda getting hard.

She lifts the sheet and reveals her body. She has light skin and soft curves. Her long black hair is a mess, but she fixes it by pulling it behind her ears - you are totaly shocked by her cute face, you had the assumption that she'd be pretty modest, but no, her face high cheekbones, dreamy eyes, thin upper and plump lower lip and small but strong looking nose and chin.

She wasn't wearing anything under the costume and her small, but perky breasts and smooth fit abdomen make you blush. "Wh...what s...houuld I...I do next?" You just barely hear her small voice through the blood rushing in your ears.

Next? Does she think that you should give her orders? "Eh, well y...you should cover up somehow, right?" It's weird, but she's totally red and she's squeezing her thighs together. "ok..."

She takes the cloth and wraps it around her shoulder and waist. It worked pretty well and now she has a white dress-thing. You try to cool down after seeing Eleanor's body and look away from her. She sighs frustrated and gets on her knees under you.

"M...March, am I good? How can I please youuu?" You flinch and intinctingly cover your hard erection - it wasn't showing through your skirt, but you can never be sure. "Wh...wh...What do you mean, Eleanor?"

"Please, don't call me by my naaame, I'm just a dumb girl. I...I can be 'Slut' or 'Tramp' or 'Cow', I... hate my name, so p...please don't call meee that..." She says and you figure out that she blinks a lot. Her person is too delicate and too sweet for her to be acting like this, it's impossible.

"What?! I...won't call you that. Is uh, Leah ok?" You don't know what to expect, but Eleanor just stares at you with her light brown eyes. "Leah, huh? I...I prefer a de...degrading name though. Leah s..sounds too, cuteee..."

Her wailing and stuttering combined with her dreamy stare and parted lips make you start to panic - you can't deal with her, not at all!

"Sorry, but I just don't want to, I...I... can't do this with you..." You say shakingly and hopelessly horny. Her expression doesn't change, and she says dryly: "Don't you want to d...dishonor me with your penis? Don't you want to fuck my guts out? Don't you want to make me suffocate on your cock?"

You give it a thought, but refuse to acknowledge her last comment and just escape. You flee to the second floor bathroom and sit down on the toilet. Leah, she's, she's... The craziest and most erotic person you've ever seen. Honestly you want nothing more now than her body, but on the other hand you feel too embarrased to even leave this bathroom. You should either regain your strength and try to make this right or try to avoid her at all costs for the rest of the night.