The Henderson’s Halloween party is always a lot of fun, and Lana has assured her neighbors down the block that she intends on being there. She’s been telling them for months that she would probably show up as a vampire queen, but in recent weeks she’s come up with something a little more unusual that no one she knows will expect from her.
Lana fell in love with the idea of creating a sort of sexy werewolf costume, so she ordered an expensive full head wolf mask online. The mask is held in place by a zipper, and while on, all talking comes out as growls and roaring sounds and the eyes glow red. Next, she went to a great deal of trouble finding some synthetic fur the exact color of the mask, and spent a whole week leading up to Halloween diligently pasting the faux fur to a dark colored leotard. Along with some furry gloves and footies that go over her sneakers, she is finally ready to go. A furry tail attached to a belt with a small fanny pack (for her phone, ID, etc) finishes out her genius costume idea.
The party is already under way down the block, and it’s exciting to traipse her way down the street sans all clothing besides the skintight, furry leotard and face-hiding mask. Lana is enjoying the festive atmosphere of Halloween Night as kids scramble by in their cute costumes, cars slowly cruise by, and music and spooky sounds from several residences fills the air.
Someone across the street lights some lady-fingers fireworks, and their sudden pop-pop-popping gives Lana a start, so that her long legs get a little quivery for a second. It’s then that she notices how itchy and annoying the costume can become when she shivers, but it doesn’t feel THAT agitating, and besides, she’s there now, at the stoop leading up to the Henderson’s!
The party is in full swing, and she squeezes her way into the packed house. It’s chaos, and she guesses the whole neighborhood invited all their friends from the surrounding neighborhoods to come! Their whole big downstairs is packed wall-to-wall with revelers, young and old, and Lana grabs a drink off of a tray carried by a gaunt looking zombie butler. From what she can tell, the way down into their basement has a line moving slowly down there, and there are even more people all along the stairs and bannisters along the upstairs balcony. The bumping and jostling gets Lana all itchy again, and she politely tries to apologize when someone bumps her into someone else. She is next bumped right into a little boy, who holds up a huge fake spider at her which causes Lana to jump back in fear. Unfortunately, her ass pokes right into the crotch of Mr. Handley, a neighbor she always tries to avoid during the entire year, and especially on Halloween! She tries to apologize, but it comes out as a howl, and the laughing man dressed up as a prisoner with fake ball & chain only laughs and grabs her around the waist, saying, “Rawr yourself, darling!”. Fortunately, Lana realizes that he doesn’t recognize her, and she is about to bonk him in the crotch with her knee when his wife (as an Indian maiden) returns to his side, inquiring who his friend is.
Lana has already taken the opportunity of a gap in the crowd to dart away from her creep neighbor towards where she knows the downstairs bathroom is. Her skin is itching like mad now in the leotard, though her face and head aren’t, so she assumes it’s something about the leotard or the glue or fur that is getting to her. All she knows is, she really needs to strip out of this suit for a minute, to see if that relieves her itchiness any.
There is an interminable line for the downstairs bathroom, and Lana starts actively scratching the worst ticklish spots, but that only seems to make things worse. She even sees Jill Henderson scooting through the crowd with a tray, but Jill doesn’t recognize Lana when she tries to stop her, and only laughs at the great howling wolf costume before shifting out of Lana’s grip on her arm and into the tight crowd of costumed partiers. Lana then tries to remove her mask to speak to Jill…only the zipper seems to be stuck! “This can’t really be happening!”, thinks Lana. Now she begins yanking furiously at the zipper, so that the mask shifts, and she can't even see. She fights with all her might, but the zipper is jammed! Lana is quivering from the awful itchy sensations of the leotard, and rights the mask onn her head so she can at least see again.
She tries to get her phone out of the small belt pack, but hadn't counted on the unwieldy costume paws getting in the way. the costume feels increasingly prickly and uncomfortable now, and Lana is itching so bad, but can't scratch herself in this crowded house party without looking like some kind of nymphomaniac amongst people (some of whom she knows). Almost in a total panic with the unfolding realization of her troubling situation, Lana...
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