The Masked Men [Halloween 2026]

Part 2 of 4

Evan Simmons was having a great time so far, and the night had really only just began. He'd only been in the bar a few moments when he'd spotted a trio of girls that he recognized immediately. He figured they were just about in that sweet spot of girls he knew, but who didn't know him well enough to sleuth out his real identity through his mask. The Jason costume wasn't the most concealing costume out there, but it was simple and fairly unrestrictive, unlike Ryan's big werewolf head thing.

Evan wore a shirt and jacket that he'd gotten messy with some fake blood, the same stuff he'd put on the rubber machete he had shoved through his belt. Plus, of course, the hockey mask. His black hair was visible, but other than that, he was pretty well covered. The benefit of it being five football players who had crashed this party was that they were all pretty well-built dudes, mostly indistinguishable from the other men in attendance at this party. As Evan had hoped, the number of women in this bar tonight was significantly more than the number of men. Plus, all the women were dressed so sexily, it was awesome. Definitely much better than any Halloween party that Evan had ever been to.

As for the trio of girls that Evan approached, they were already talking with a guy, but Evan was unbothered by that. The first girl who caught his eye was Nadia Young, who was 21. He knew she had been the cheerleader captain before Daisy Holland, and Nadia absolutely held her own against her successor in terms of looks. Nadia had dark braids flowing down her back, and her mouthwatering curves were currently squeezed into an absolutely tiny sexy nurse costume. It was a white one-piece dress that was quite see-through, showing off the lacy red underwear beneath it. A little red plus was on the dress on the left side of her chest, there were a bunch of red buttons that Nadia had left open, revealing ample dark cleavage from her very large breasts squeezed together so firmly by that skintight nurse outfit. She wore the stereotypical nurse hat atop her head, also marked with the Red Cross symbol. The way that dress was clinging to Nadia showed off every one of her insane curves, from her wide thick hips to her round, heart-shaped ass. Her long, smooth dark legs were bare, and she wore some strappy red heels on her feet.

Beside Nadia, actively chatting with the guy that Evan didn't recognize, was Rebecca Kraft, though everyone called her Becky. Becky was dressed in a black leotard with a keyhole across the chest revealing some fantastic cleavage from her large, tanned breasts. Her golden hair spilled down her shoulders in loose waves, and she had black cat ears atop her head, along with some serious smoky eye done around her pretty brown eyes, a little cat nose drawn in black atop her actual nose, plus the whiskers across her cheeks, of course. Becky had on thigh high leather boots, and not only was pretty much the entirety of her fit ass exposed, but she had a black tail coming out of the back of her leotard, fastened to a little belt she had on. Becky was a tall, leggy girl, and she stood taller than both Nadia and the third college girl in this trio, Lauren DeWitt.

Lauren was dressed up in a sexy French maid outfit, and she looked fantastic. Lauren had been Nadia's vice cheer captain, and she was pretty damn gorgeous. She had long light-brown hair spilling out from the little French maid thing atop her head. Evan didn't know what it was called, but it's that thing that all the French maid costumes have. Her pretty green eyes glanced at Evan as he walked up, and Evan gave her a little nod hello. The French maid costume that Lauren had on was a black dress that had quite a snug bodice, accentuating her slim, shapely body and medium-sized breasts quite nicely. The skirt of the dress was quite ruffly, and there was a little white apron looking thing along the front of the skirt. The generous sweetheart neckline of the dress was lined with white frill, and Lauren wore gauzy black stockings all the way up her smooth legs, along with some short black heels. Lauren had a feather duster in her hand, and the gorgeous cheerleader lifted it to feather dust his mask as he approached.

"Hey, Jason." Lauren said with a laugh. "Haven't seen you around before."

"Just showed up." Evan shrugged, unable to help himself from deepening his voice just slightly. "It's been a fun time so far."

"It has!" Lauren agreed with a smile.

Evan looked to the guy who had been talking with the three college girls before he arrived, and saw that he recognized him. It was Nick Christopher, a 22 year old guy who had been somewhat legendary back during his senior year of high school. He'd reportedly been kicked off the volleyball team for some big party that had gone awry. Evan hadn't seen him in years, he'd been at Coral Sands for college, but he recognized him at once, even despite the zombie makeup he had on. Nick's little sister Nora was on the volleyball team this year, she was the same age as Evan was. Nick wore a rumpled, tattered dress shirt that revealed a lot of his physique, though he'd neglected to paint the exposed parts of his skin the same sickly green color as his face. His brown pants were similarly messed up, though they weren't quite as tattered as the shirt.

"Hey, man." Nick nodded to him. "Who are you? That costume is sick, but I can't tell."

"Nobody you'd know." Evan said with a shrug. "I'm just visiting some family in town and heard about this party, figured I'd check it out."

Evan was a little surprised how quick the lie had come to him, but he thought it was a good one.

"Ooh, a mysterious wanderer, huh?" Becky teased, wiggling her fingers at him.

"Something like that." Evan chuckled. "I saw the three of you and just had to come say hello."

"Ouch." Nick said, grabbing at his chest. "So it wasn't my costume that drew you in?"

Evan laughed. "The zombie makeup's cool, but I mean..."

Evan gestured to the three college girls, and Nick chuckled.

"So not just a wanderer, but a would-be charmer too, huh?" Nadia asked wryly, her brown eyes glancing Evan up and down.

"I dunno, you tell me." Evan shrugged. "How am I doing?"

"I've definitely seen worse." Becky grinned at him.

"So, you guys all go to college around here, I'm guessing?" Evan asked, playing up the clueless out-of-towner.

"Sorta near here." Lauren chimed in, nodding. "We're over in Coral Sands."

"Oh, the city over there. Yeah, I've heard of it." Evan nodded.

"Where are you from, Jason?" Becky inquired, her brown eyes fixed on him.

"Redwater." Evan said at once, blurting out the first place name that popped into his head.

"Ooh, nice." Becky nodded. "I've heard there's some nice places over there, like Fairshadow Bay."

"Oh yeah, great beach." Evan nodded. "Though I dunno, the beaches here are pretty nice too."

"We're a little in our off-season, but they're usually packed in the summer. Have you gotten to check any of them out?" Becky asked curiously.

"Yeah, yeah. I forget the name, but it was a big one." Evan lied.

"Oh, that's probably Arrowhead Beach." Becky said instantly. "It's the biggest one."

"It's very nice." Lauren agreed.

"Hey, you ladies want drinks?" Nick asked suddenly. "I'm thirsty."

"Oh, I'll come help you carry drinks." Lauren said at once, and Nick grinned, nodding.

"Works for me. Nadia, Becky?" Nick asked, looking to the other girls. "Or you too, Jason."

"I'm good." Evan shook his head.

"I'll just take a beer." Nadia nodded to Nick.

"Laurie, you know what I like." Becky nodded to Lauren, who nodded back.

Nick and Lauren made their way to the bar, and Evan noted that Nick's arm went around Lauren's waist pretty damn quickly.

"The two of them are always dying to hook up." Becky confided in Evan with a giggle, which made Nadia's lips curl into a smile.

"They're very on-again and off-again." Nadia nodded in agreement.

"You don't speak as much, do you?" Evan noted, looking to Nadia.

"Oh, I speak plenty." Nadia snorted. "Becky and Lauren just talk everyone's ears off."

"Do not!" Becky protested. "Well, Laurie totally does, but I'm so quiet."

She held her silence for less than thirty seconds before resuming talking. "OK, well, I do talk a little, I guess."

Nadia burst out laughing, shaking her head before looking back over to Evan. "So, you got an actual name, or you just wanna be called Jason all night?"

"All night?" Evan asked with a grin. "Is that an invitation?"

Becky burst out giggling, while Nadia just sighed. "And you were doing so good too, Jason."

"Dia doesn't like fuckboys." Becky confided.

"I only barely like boys in general." Nadia interjected.

"Ah, a fellow admirer of women, huh?" Evan joked.

"Something like that." Nadia chuckled, nodding.

A movement caught Evan's eye, and he turned and to his surprise, saw the Dread Pirate Roberts walking up. Evan knew it was Lucas, of course, but that was the surprising part. Lucas Lake, coming up to talk to girls at a party? What kind of alternate dimension had he entered?

"Oh, Becky, Nadia. This is my brother." Evan said, throwing an arm around Lucas. "He's from Redwater too."

"You got a name, or do we just need to start calling you Roberts?" Nadia asked with a wave.

"I've got a name." Lucas nodded. "It's... Evan."

Evan was glad he had the mask on, because if not, he would have been staring at Lucas incredulously. How hard was it to come up with a basic name that wasn't the name of the guy standing next to you?

"Well, nice to meet you, Evan." Becky said cheerfully to Lucas.

"Uh, nice to meet you too. What are your guys' names?" Lucas asked, clearing his throat.

"I'm Becky, this is Nadia." Becky said warmly, introducing herself. "Our other friend is over there at the bar, that's Lauren. And the guy she's cuddled up to is Nick."

"I see your brother got all the politeness in the family." Nadia said wryly to Evan. "You never even asked our names."

"You guys used each other's names enough, I knew them all." Evan shrugged.

"Still, it's nice to ask." Nadia said, her brown eyes flicking over to Lucas to size him up.

"Don't worry, Jason. I don't think you're rude." Becky interjected. "Nadia's just picky. Or should I say, prickly."

"I am not prickly." Nadia exclaimed, rounding on the sexy kitten.

"It's not like you're bitchy or anything, I just... I don't know how your bedside manner would be. Get it, because you're dressed up as Nurse Nadia tonight?" Becky giggled, poking her finger into one of Nadia's very large breasts. Nadia swatted the blonde's hand away, huffing.

"Are you actually a nurse?" Lucas asked politely.

"Studying to be one." Nadia admitted. "I'm trying to get a degree in nursing."

"That's pretty cool." Lucas nodded. "What about you, Becky?"

"Business degree." Becky shrugged. "Don't really know what I'm going to do with it yet, but I needed to pick something."

"What about you guys?" Nadia asked. "You two college boys?"

"Yeah, I'm doing a philosophy degree." Evan nodded. "I'm a real deep thinker."

"Seriously?" Nadia asked, lifting her eyebrows.

"Nah, I'm just doing computer science." Evan shook his head, making Becky laugh.

"Criminal justice." Lucas put in.

"Oh, that's a cool one!" Becky exclaimed. "You gonna be a cop or something?"

"I'd like to do something like that, yeah." Lucas nodded. "I want to help people."

Evan wondered if Lucas was just using his actual plan for college during this discussion, but hey, that was better than him trying to wing it again. Much better than another 'Evan' incident.

"What do we think, Nurse Nadia?" Becky asked, elbowing her curvaceous friend.

"What do you mean, what do we think?" Nadia demanded.

"C'mon, it's Halloween." Becky protested. "And there's a dance floor riiiight over there. You need someone to dance with, Dia."

Nadia sighed heavily. "Fine. You want to dance, Evan?"

It took Lucas a second to realize she was talking to him, but then he nodded hesitantly.

"Uh, sure. Let's do it." Lucas/'Evan' agreed.

The former cheer captain extended a hand, and Lucas took it. He looked to Evan, who just gave him a thumbs up as Nadia led Lucas out onto the dance floor, her thick hips swaying purposefully as she did so. Damn it, Lucas was such a lucky guy.

"Guess that leaves us, Jason." Becky smirked, and Evan tore his eyes away from Nadia's sinful curves and looked instead to the busty, bubbly blonde in front of him. He grinned.

"I'm sure not complaining." Evan said, and the blonde delightedly grabbed his hand.

———

Jace was lingering by the bar, chatting up Yasmin and Francine every chance he got. They wouldn't serve him drinks, which was fine, he didn't expect anything else, but he did love talking with them. They'd had plenty of time over the summer to hang out, with Yasmin and him spending a lot of time during the weekdays, while Francine typically only worked weekends. Tonight was only Friday, but the big Halloween party must have convinced her to help out. Francine had another job as a teacher over at Violet River Elementary, but she worked on the weekends for a little extra money and to help out her close friend Elise.

Ike's was cool like that, the old cheerleading bonds meant that most everyone who worked there was kind of like part of a family. Even Jace was part of it, as despite him not being a cheerleader, he was cheerleader-associated, and Elise knew his Aunt Daphne really well. The other guy who worked there regularly, Gage Sigler, had a sister who was a cheerleader, Giselle. Giselle had actually been Daphne's vice captain, and though Daphne hadn't particularly liked her, Jace was of the opinion that Giselle was smoking hot. Actually, speaking of Giselle Sigler... Jace turned away from the bar to study the people in the bar, scanning along them. The bar was quite crowded, probably somewhere around fifty or so people. Glassy Ike's was a community staple, but it was still a small-town bar, so it didn't have tons of space. Maybe Jace should know the actual number, but maximum occupancy couldn't be much more than 100 people, if that, so the bar was pretty damn full tonight.

Elise had removed a lot of the seating on the left side of the bar, creating a little dance floor for tonight that wasn't usually a part of Ike's. If people wanted to go out dancing, they'd hit up Blackout, the nightclub. Ike's was more of the sit and have a beer place, though not tonight. Tonight, it was a dancing spot too.

Jace finally spotted Giselle, and he was unsurprised to see that she looked damn good. She'd gone for a cowgirl outfit, which was a bit of a surprise to Jace, as he'd always heard from Daphne that Giselle was super snobby and entitled, so he kind of expected some kind of upper class costume, though what that might be, Jace didn't know. Giselle had really gone for the theme, she wasn't just in slutty flannel and denim with a cowgirl hat on, she looked like she'd fit right in a Wild West saloon. She did of course wear a brown cowgirl hat with her glossy dark hair tied back behind her head, but as for her outfit, she had on a frilly white dress that went down to about mid-thigh, and she had a laced up brown corset on over it. The white dress didn't show off cleavage, but it clung nicely to her medium sized breasts. She wore cowboy boots, and some fishnet leggings. Around her waist, she had a brown leather belt with two plastic revolvers strapped to it and a big shiny belt buckle. Giselle was also facing away from him, so he could see how fantastic the Italian woman's curvy ass looked tonight.

From the looks of things, she was arguing with her brother Gage, who was dressed like a gladiator tonight. He wore a cool Roman chestplate over a long tunic with a red cloak hanging off of one shoulder, he had a sword stuck through his belt, and he wore sandals on his feet. Jace knew Gage pretty well, as he'd spent a lot of days this summer working with the 22 year old guy. He knew all too well the drama between Gage and the rest of the Sigler family, as Gage had kind of cut himself off from the rest of the family.

"Stop eyeing up Giselle, your aunt would kill you." Elise said by way of greeting, and Jace turned over his shoulder to see the sexy blonde bartender had come up behind him unnoticed.

"My aunt doesn't even know I'm here." Jace pointed out, turning back around to face Elise, resting his elbows on the bar.

"Somehow, she'd know." Elise shook her head, making Jace laugh. "Now, why are you loitering at my bar instead of going to experience the party you broke into?"

"I've been hitting on your bartenders." Jace admitted.

"It's true!" Yasmin called, and the sultry devil gave him a playful wave while the exasperated angel beside her elbowed her.

"Well, shoo." Elise shook her head wryly, making the shooing gesture. "You can flirt with Yaz any old time. I will be personally offended if I don't see you enjoying yourself at my party with someone new."

"Is this some kind of weird wingwoman thing?" Jace protested, standing up off the stool he sat upon.

Elise set a drink down on the counter, an espresso martini, and slid it towards Jace.

"I thought you said no drinking." Jace pointed out.

"I did." Elise nodded. "This belongs to the Black Widow right over there."

Jace looked over in the direction Elise nodded, and he saw a stunningly sexy woman walking up towards the bar. She was indeed dressed up as a sexy Black Widow, though her hair was blonde rather than red. She filled out that sexy black jumpsuit insanely well, and the zipper was unzipped low enough to reveal not just creamy cleavage created by the Black Widow's very large breasts, but the top of a lacy red bra.

Esme Kennedy, who was arguably the most popular doctor in town, walked up to the bar, giving Jace a small smile as she approached Elise. Esme had about blonde hair slightly longer than shoulder-length, as well as some gorgeous gray eyes. Plus, of course, the aforementioned very large breasts, sensational thick curves, and the round ass that was looking fucking fantastic in that skintight jumpsuit. Esme was also, Jace knew, an ex-girlfriend of his father's.

"Thanks, Elise." the 41 year old woman said with a smile, taking a sip of the cocktail before glancing towards Jace. She squinted at him, and Jace froze. A small smile played at the ruby red lips of the buxom doctor, and she gave him a conspiratorial wink.

"Something tells me you're not supposed to be at this party." Esme said teasingly, the sexy husk to her voice sending shivers down Jace's spine like always.

"He's not." Elise said, a touch of fondness in her voice as she nudged his shoulder. "He's undercover tonight."

"Ah, I see. Employee benefits." Esme teased. "It's a good costume you've got there, Mr. Holland."

"Yours is pretty amazing too, Dr. Kennedy." Jace replied truthfully.

"Please, just Esme tonight." Esme waved a hand. "I'm off the clock."

Elise gave Jace a significant look, then walked over to take the order of a brown haired man of about 30 who was dressed like an astronaut.

"Esme it is." Jace said as the blonde woman took another sip of her espresso martini.

"So, enjoying your time party crashing?" Esme asked him with a smile, gesturing to the crowd of people around them.

"Yeah, I am." Jace nodded. "Feel a little bit out of my element, but it's a fun party."

"It is indeed." Esme agreed. "I always love the Ike's Halloween party, it's my favorite Halloween tradition."

"I can definitely see why." Jace said, looking around. "You here by yourself? Or with some friends? Or... a Mr. Dr. Kennedy?"

Esme laughed. "There's no Mr. Dr. Kennedy, as you know. And yes, I am here with some friends, they're over there at that table somewhere."

Jace looked over to where she'd gestured, but the tables were too jampacked to see who Esme meant. However, he did recognize someone over there, a lonely werewolf sitting by himself. Jace sighed.

"Look, uh, this has been really great talking to you, but there's a friend of mine who's sitting over there by himself." Jace admitted.

"Oh, so it's not just you who's breaking the rules, huh?" Esme laughed. "Which one is he?"

"That werewolf over there." Jace said, nodding towards Ryan.

"Oh, him? I've seen him sitting by himself for a while now. Let's see... you think he'd like a college girl to dance with?" Esme asked, scanning the crowd.

"Uh, actually... he'd probably prefer a woman closer to your age." Jace said with a chuckle.

Esme laughed. "Well, fair enough. Let's see, who would... oh, look, there's Mona. She's single, playful, and gorgeous."

Jace looked to where Esme was nodding, and he saw an indeed gorgeous woman of maybe 37, with long, honey brown hair, hazel eyes, and a pair of medium-to-large breasts that were looking great in the costume she had on. She was in what Jace would call an Artemis costume, a gold headband around her head, a quiver across her back much like Jace's own as the Green Arrow, and a curved wooden bow in her grasp. Jace recognized the woman, it was Mona Dearden, one half of the Dearden siblings who ran a real estate agency for homes here in Amethyst Shore. She was something of a local celebrity, but really only because her and her brother's face were on signs all around the town. Mona wore a flowy white toga sort of thing, with a golden belt around her waist. The toga created a nice V showing off cleavage across her chest, and then for the lower half, it only came down around one leg, leaving the other one bare. She wore some strappy sandals, and was currently talking with Eloise Nelson, the sexy cop.

"Why don't we do something about your friend?" Esme suggested. "I'm confident I can talk Mona into dancing with your friend, if you think he'd be willing."

"That'd be great." Jace admitted. "I'll go talk to my friend."

"Sounds like a plan." Esme said, and she touched Jace's arm before walking towards Mona and Eloise. Jace made a beeline towards Ryan, who glanced up as Jace approached.

"Hey, man." Ryan greeted him, his voice muffled slightly by the werewolf head.

"Hey, get up." Jace said. "I found you a dancing partner."

"What?" Ryan exclaimed. "I don't- I'm not sure."

"Look, this is pretty much a once in a lifetime experience. At least for a few years, until we can actually get into these kinds of parties. Trust me, I feel like a fish out of water here too, but nobody even knows who you are. This is the night to take some risks." Jace said.

Ryan looked up at Jace for a long minute before he nodded hesitantly, sliding out of his seat.

"There we go." Jace grinned. "Come on, you're gonna love her."

Jace led Ryan over to Esme, who gave Jace a brilliant smile as he approached. Esme, with Mona at her side, came up to the pair of teenagers, and Esme slipped up against Jace's side, giving him a triumphant look as Mona sized up the werewolf in front of her.

"Hey, you." Mona said, smirking at Ryan. "Esme says you need a dancing partner."

Ryan was wordless for a moment, before nodding. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, that'd be great."

"Well, I may be dressed up as a virgin goddess, but trust me, I know how to tear up a dance floor." Mona teased. "Wanna dance?"

"For sure." Ryan blurted instantly, making both Mona and Esme laugh.

"Come on then." Mona smirked, and she grabbed Ryan by the hand to yank him towards the dance floor. Ryan followed the MILF eagerly, and Jace glanced to the buxom blonde doctor who was pressed against his side right now.

"Thanks for doing that." Jace told her. "I didn't want him to not have any fun this night."

"Oh, I'm sure Mona will make sure he has a great night." Esme laughed. "Say, he's not a virgin, is he?"

"Uh... I don't know for sure." Jace admitted. "He might be though."

"Well, Mona will take care of that too, I'm sure." Esme said with a wink. "I feel like he's going to owe you big time."

Jace laughed incredulously. "Good for him. Say... you wouldn't wanna dance, would you, Esme?"

"I'd love to." Esme smiled. "Let me just set this drink down."

Esme made her way over to the bar, as she likely knew that Elise took the drinks of anyone who asked and kept them safe, just in case. Jace had never seen anything untoward happen in this bar, but Elise was big on her customers' safety. He'd seen her get right up in some guys' faces before when they tried being pervy or hitting on girls who weren't feeling it. Glassy Ike's was not the place to try that kind of thing.

As Jace waited, his eyes found a gorgeous woman in a pirate outfit, a big black and red tricorn hat, a ruffly white top under a black corset, with brown leather shorts, black fishnets, and thigh high boots. Jace recognized her at once, his mother's old rival Ivory Yorke. She'd been cheer captain the year before his mom had, and Jace had heard plenty of stories about Ivory being a gold digger bitch. Despite those stories though, Jace thought Ivory was stupidly hot, with her long dark brown hair, her hazel eyes, her medium-to-large breasts nicely shown off by the loose top with its' wide neckline, and her delicious curvy ass looking fantastic in those shorts. The 39 year old brunette glanced towards Jace, and their eyes met for just a second before Esme returned, and the buxom blonde tore Jace's gaze away from the bitchy brunette.

"Ready to dance?" Esme asked, and Jace took her hand.

"Let's do it." Jace grinned.

———

Matt was having a phenomenal time on the dance floor. He really was.

For one thing, he had a stupidly sexy brunette dressed as Wonder Woman grinding back against him. Christina Valentine, who had told him to call her Chrissy, was a sexy 23 year old girl who was a lot of fun. Her brown hair fell freely down her shoulders around the golden headband she wore. Chrissy was in a slutty approximation of the classic Wonder Woman costume, meaning she was basically in a red tube top and star-spangled bikini. Her very large breasts looked insane in that tube top she had on, and her round ass in that blue, star-covered bikini bottom was feeling heavenly as she grinded back against him.

"Damn, this feels so good." Matt panted, his hands grasping at Chrissy's hips as she wiggled her ass back against him.

The buxom brunette giggle. "I can tell." she teased, looking back at him with her dark green eyes. "I'm glad you're enjoying it as much as I am."

Matt had met Christina and her sexy blonde friend who was dressed as a mouthwateringly chesty Power Girl, about ten minutes ago. He hadn't gotten Power Girl's name, but Chrissy had introduced herself straight away.

"I definitely am." Matt chuckled. His cock was achingly hard with Chrissy rubbing all up on him like she was, and clearly she could feel it. At times, it felt like Chrissy had him throbbing in tune with the thumping bass of the music playing.

"Good!" Chrissy beamed.

As the pair of them danced, Matt found his hands traveling northward up her hips. They glided along the sides of her torso, his fingers sliding along the flat, smooth expanse of her stomach. Too quickly, they met the glossy fabric of her red top, but his hands continued dutifully upwards until they reached her round DDs. Matt didn't waste a second in squeezing them, and he loved the sexy little moan that escaped Chrissy's plump lips, her ass pushing harder back into Matt as he squeezed her.

"A-ah!" Chrissy exclaimed. "Oh, that feels so good!"

The squirming brunette felt fantastic, and her moans only spurred him on, but...

"If you want me... to stop," Matt forced himself to say. "Just tell me."

"Don't stop!" Chrissy pleaded, and that was all Matt needed to really start going to town on Chrissy's big tits. He squeezed them hard, loving the effect it had on Chrissy. Holy shit, this was the best party ever.

Chrissy laid her head back onto Matt's shoulder, turning so her nose brushed his neck as he groped her freely. Her breathy whimpers and moans spilled out right into his ear, which was incredible encouragement. He glanced worriedly around, but there was plenty of similarly scandalous sights happening around them. They weren't all groping tits, but Princess Jasmine (aka Sarita Ramos) was throwing it back against Julius Caesar, who Matt recognized as the guy who ran that gym place with all the sex appeal commercials. Tyson Ford, that was his name. A little ways away, Matt saw a busty black nurse who was grinding back hard on a Dread Pirate Roberts... holy shit, that was Lucas! Lucas looked stunned, but he had his hands on the nurse's curvy hips as the nurse shook her ass against him with incredible skill.

Matt had to grin at his friend's luck before looking back towards the Wonder Woman who was moaning her head off in his own hands.

"I'm so wet right now." Chrissy giggled in Matt's ear. "You're doing sooooo good."

The song changed, and Matt let out a groan of frustration as it changed to a much less high-tempo song. The slower song kind of brought the atmosphere down, and Matt cursed whoever was in charge of the music. Chrissy stopped her almost desperate grinding back against him, and Matt released her tits as Chrissy turned to face him, her face flushed and a big, airy grin on her face.

"OK, I think I need to go change my panties." she giggled, tucking loose strands of dark hair back behind her ears. "I'm gonna go see if Cora has my emergency panties."

Matt blinked in surprise, but he nodded. "Sure, that sounds good. Thanks for the dance."

"Aww, of course!" Chrissy beamed, and she kissed Matt's cheek. "Find me again later if you want to dance again! Just hopefully to a better song than whatever this one is."

She hurried off the dance floor to go find the busty blonde Power Girl, who she'd called Cora. As Matt turned to exit the dance floor himself, he found himself staring down right at a pair of round, tanned tits. They were incredible, somewhere on the upper bound of DDs, if not a full on DDD. He looked up at the face attached to those tits, and he froze at the knowing smirk on Daphne Franklin's face.

"Hi, Daredevil. Now, I do know for a fact that you are not blind, so I should probably chide you for staring.." Daphne said wryly. "And I also know that while your name is Matt, you're not supposed to be here."

"Ah." was all Matt could think to say as his best friend's hot as fuck aunt looked at him. Dressed as Sleeping Beauty, or what might best be described as a slutty Sleeping Beauty or a burlesque Sleeping Beauty, Daphne was dressed to kill in that sexy pink outfit.

"Yeah, 'ah.'" Daphne said with a laugh. "Is my nephew here somewhere? Usually if you're around, he's not far off."

"Pssh, Jace? Here? Come on, that's, uh... that's crazy." Matt said with a scoff.

Daphne gave him a knowing look, and Matt almost wilted under her dark blue gaze.

"Which costume is he?" Daphne asked, looking around.

"Would you kick him out if you knew?" Matt worried.

"Seriously?" Daphne demanded. "Me? I'm hurt, Matt. Really hurt. No, I just wanna see what he's up to, I saw you mauling Wonder Woman's titties, there's no way Jace isn't also up to something."

"He's Green Arrow." Matt admitted quietly.

"Should have known." Daphne clicked her tongue, looking around. "He made Daisy dress up as his Black Canary last year when he wore that costume."

"I remember." Matt said, making Daphne give him a quick grin before she went back to looking around. Matt looked too, and he was the one to spot Jace, who was dancing with a busty blonde Black Widow.

"Holy shit..." Matt exclaimed. "Is that Dr. Kennedy?"

"Where?" Daphne asked, and Matt pointed out Jace and the busty doctor.

"Oh, that's my boy." Daphne beamed, seeing Esme and Jace dancing pressed up against each other, Esme's hands linked behind Jace's head, his hands on her hips, and her tits rubbing against his chest. From Matt's angle, it was also very apparent how big and round his doctor's ass was. That Black Widow jumpsuit highlighted every single curve Esme Kennedy had.

"I'm so proud of him." Daphne said with a happy sigh. "I almost feel like a proud mama."

"So, uh... you're not mad that we're here?" Matt checked, and Daphne waved a hand with a scoff.

"As if." the blue-eyed blonde said dismissively. "No, I think it's perfectly fine. Let me guess, Jace got Elise to let him in."

"Yeah, the blonde in the Playboy bunny outfit." Matt nodded.

"Classic." Daphne said approvingly, shaking her head. "He fucked her a bunch while he was working here, you know."

"He fucked his boss?" Matt asked, wide-eyed behind his Daredevil mask.

"Yup." Daphne said gleefully. "Heard Elise gushing about it to Yasmin and Sierra afterwards. Can't believe I wasn't invited to that debrief, even if he is my nephew. Hell, I want to hear more because it's my nephew. Need to make sure he's living up to the family name. Not sure if you know this, but my dad was a bit of a playboy back in his day too. Jace is keeping the Franklin legacy alive."

"His grandpa Edward?" Matt asked dubiously. Matt had met the man, and while yes, his wife Dawn Franklin was still a knockout despite her being in her sixties, Matt hadn't ever thought Edward Franklin might have been a ladies' man like Daphne was saying.

"Yup." Daphne confirmed. "I've heard all the stories from Mom."

"Should she be telling you those stories?" Matt asked. "That sounds... traumatizing."

"Oh, it wasn't." Daphne giggled. "It was kind of fun, actually. I was the youngest by like a lot, so for most of my teens, I was basically an only child. Mom and I were really close, so she gave me all the gossip."

"Well, that's... interesting." Matt nodded, unsure how to really answer that.

"It was." Daphne agreed. "Now... do you wanna dance, or are you going to burst after Wonder Woman?"

Matt spluttered as Daphne laughed, grabbing him by the hand.

"I'm kidding, relax. But if I do make you burst on this dance floor... you're not allowed to tell Jace, OK?" Daphne grinned.

"Uhhh.." Matt said, and Daphne laughed, rubbing up against Matt's chest, pushing those incredible tits up against him.

"It's cute that you forget what English is when I talk to you." Daphne winked, and the music shifted to another fast song, an excited look kindling in Daphne's pretty dark blue eyes.