Halloween festivities!

It’s the season to be slutty! Of course, we are talking about Halloween. What did you think we were keeping this story stuck in one time of the year? Well, truth be told, you’re a little bit surprised that Erin requests to meet with you in the very early days of October to discuss 'party favors' for throwing an especially sexual, explicit, and wild Halloween party.

"Isn’t that not until the end of the month?" You ask. You never really got into Halloween. Sure, all the girls dressed up like costumed hoes is great, but, personally, you’re not into premature celebrations.

"It’s high time," Erin quips. And you can tell she means business because Erin is already trying on a slew of different costumes and outfits, most of them organized neatly across her dresser and tables or still unpacked in shipping boxes. "By actual Halloween, we want to have tested out the best formulas so our Delta Delta 'All souls extravaganza' is the talk of campus until Christmas break. Besides… Having the girls dress up for Halloween early means they’re going to continue to try to one up each other."

"What do you mean?" You’re only half listening. Erin is stripping down to just a double-D sports bra and a sheer pair of G-string panties. She looks phenomenal as always, feminine athletic toned legs, her surgery enhanced rack with its cosmetically designed pointy nipples, and her blonde hair loose for a change, golden cascades of Erin's hair ranging down the length of her slim, low-BMI torso.

"Don’t make me explain the female psyche to you again..." Erin rolls her blue eyes in aggravation and then does exactly that. "Females are competitive. At first there will be attempt to have modest costumes, 'cleaver and funny' gimmicks, or pop culture references masquerading as costumes. Think Squid Game last year. Do you really want a long legged Asian like Mimi covered up in a black sack with a PlayStation button over her face?"

"You got a point… But, won’t girls want to wear those outfits anyway?"

"At first, sure. That’s why, for the first parties, it's integral to introduce **** and **** use, heavy, black-out wasted, 'mistakes were made' **** and drinking. This sexualizes the parties and costumes more and more, so, by the third weekend of October? Girls should’ve seen enough skin, heard enough scandalous stories about pussy-popping hookups, and grown tired of 'oh that’s clever, that’s from stranger things isn’t it?' Planning these first few parties right should have the girls basically in the fetishized underwear outfits by the time the Halloween extravaganza actually hits."

Erin slowly puts on an outfit, a wickedly sexy angel ensemble. As unoriginal as it is, you really don’t give a damn because Erin is a total smokeshow in it.

Ethereal angel wings spread out behind Erin gracefully, framing her bare shoulders and loose blonde hair magnificently. Erin squeezes her breasts into a tiny white top, her cleavage literally jutting out and threatening to pop buttons. Her heaving breasts make a perfect contrast with the halo high above her perfectly regal countenance. The white material corsets her skinny tummy and makes her hips pop in an hourglass figure, accented by the wispy blue silk material that passes as a skirt. Erin's slender and perfectly sculpted legs go into tight, white fishnets to complete the piece. She looks like Lucifer first coming down from Heaven. And the irony of the wicked sorority president dressed as a do-gooder isn’t lost on you, either.

"So, the first party is this weekend. We’re not mandating guests dress up, but we’re encouraging it. What kind of **** do you have available for this immediate weekend? I know it’s short notice, but you’ll make do." Erin licks her lips mischievously