Hi, guys! So, I figured I would take some time off from my other stories and do a super short one revolving around Halloween. Because why not? ENJOY!

I do not own Labyrinth, or any of its character. I am not profiting off this story in any way shape or form. It is for mere entertainment purposes only.


"So what are you wearing to my Halloween party this year?"

Sipping on her coffee with cream and raw sugar, Sarah cringed at her best friend's question. "I haven't even thought about it, honestly. I can't believe we're in October already." She gave her head a sad tilt, designed to garner sympathy. "Would you totally hate me if I just skipped out on it this year?"

Across the table from her in the law school's library, Lindsie's eyes narrowed in controlled irritation. "Um, yes!" Then she shook hear head as if in disbelief. "Why wouldn't you come? You always come! So does everyone else from far and wide!"

Sarah just sighed, thinking the answer was obvious. "You know I have bad luck with men at your Halloween party. Three years ago that creepy guy in the priest costume kept trying to get me to sit on his lap. Two years ago was the weird cowboy who I thought I actually liked until he shoved his tongue down my throat without permission. And last year was the worst."

"Nick the fireman," Lindsie said somberly.

Then both girls sighed, remembering. While dressed up as a fairy, Sarah had met a really handsome, confident, funny guy costumed as a firefighter. The two had hit it off really well and spent the whole evening together, sharing a few long, slow kisses before finally saying goodnight at three a.m. He'd taken her number and promised to call. More than promised, actually. He kept going on all night about what dates they'd go on, the places they'd eat at, and the picnics they'd have as soon as it turned warm. It just felt so…right.

But he never called. She knew it was dumb to be so hung up on a guy she'd spent one lone evening with. But it sucked nonetheless when he ghosted her. She really thought he'd liked her, and she'd let herself get way too invested way too fast. Stupid, Sarah.

"Yeah, and you know what high hopes I had for him," she reminded Lindsie. "So I'll probably just stay in this year…study for Mr. Collier's test, and eat a bunch of candy and pizza by myself."

"That is the most depressing thing I've ever heard," Lindsie retorted. "You know what you need?"

Sarah hated Lindsie's conniving glint – it always ended up getting one or both of them into trouble. "What?" She let her gaze narrow suspiciously.

"A night of no-strings-attached, hot, crazy sex."

Sarah simply let out a tired breath. "And why do I need that?"

"Uh, because you haven't gotten any in a while? And we're about to finish law school, you need celebratory kinky rough sex!"

Hmm. Good point. Sarah hadn't dated anyone in nearly six months; her schedule hardly allowed it. In fact, she wasn't even sure how Lindsie had time to plan for this party. Though third year of law school was usually tame enough, compared to first and second year anyway.

As much as she pretended to hate Lindsie's scheme, she asked, "What are you suggesting?"

"Nothing too extreme. I just recommend you come to my party…wear something ultra-sexy, and then you find some hot man to do the dirty with. Be a seductress. Call the shots. Have your way with him."

Sarah's heart beat harder at the notion, even if she had some concerns. "You know I suck at casual sex. STD's and all that shit freaks me out."

Lindsie waved a dismissive hand. "You'll be fine. I know you're all hearts and romance, but I say, for once…sex it up. Be a tart and find some guy to fuck. I guarantee you'll go home glad you did it."

Sarah just rolled her eyes. "Says the happily engaged woman."

"If you'll recall…I was pretty good at casual sex before Ricky. It got me through many a lonely dating period. And besides…I intend to have this party every year, until I'm an old grandma, and I expect you to be there. So you need to find a way to make it work for you."

Taking another sip of her coffee, Sarah turned the idea over in her head. Could she do it? Be a sexy, seductive vixen for one night? To her surprise, she was actually tempted.

"The more I think about this," Lindsie added, eyes blazing with mischief, "the more I like it. Just think – sex with costumes on, not even being able to see other's faces. That's pretty fucking hot, don't you think?"

The truth was, Sarah's pussy fluttered at the naughty vision Lindsie had just planted in her head. And maybe, just maybe, if she fucked a guy she couldn't even see, she wouldn't get emotionally attached and it would only be about sex.

"Okay," she said. "I'm going to do it."

Lindsie nearly choked on her own coffee, sputtering and spewing before she managed to speak again. "You will?!"

"I will." And seeing Lindsie's surprise increased Sarah's resolve even more. "In fact, I'm going to shock us both. Prepare to be amazed."


Well, she'd done it. She had actually gone out and bought herself a sexy costume. A costume she'd spent a fortune on, in fact. Now here she was, staring at her reflection in the mirror, which took on the form of a black cat. Her face was complete with whiskers drawn with eyeliner and a sparkly little black mask that covered her eyes. Below, she wore a leather, black bodysuit with long sleeves, a deep V-neckline which showed off her impressive D cups, a cheeky cut back, an attached tail, cat ear headband, and black thigh high stockings. On her feet she wore leather heeled booties that screamed "fuck me." The final touch – a thick, faux diamond choker that doubled as a collar. She'd decided she was a rich pussy-cat.

And if that wasn't enough, she'd left off panties. Who wears panties with a bodysuit anyway? And if she was really going to do this – really listen to Lindsie's advice – panties would only get in the way. It was easily the most daring outfit she'd ever worn, and it was definitely the first time she'd left home knowing she looked dressed for sex. She was feeling proud, but nervous.

She nodded her head in approval nonetheless and jumped in her car to head to Lindsie's house. Only, when she got there she sat in her SUV in front of the house a full ten minutes after arriving. Watching costumed people through the brightly lit windows, listening to "Monster Mash" pouring from an open door. And now she had to make herself go inside. Dressed like this.

"You can't do it if you keep acting like an actual pussy," she told herself, stuffing her keys in the tiny black clutch she'd brought with her. She checked her mask in the rearview mirror. "And you can't do it if you don't go in with an attitude, either. You have to want it."

And boy did she want it. The truth was, she'd been craving raw, heated sex ever since Lindsie brought the whole idea up. All week long she'd been anticipating being a dirty little kitty tonight. She'd decided it was something every twenty six year old single girl should do just once, for the thrill, for the sense of empowerment and excitement. There was no time like the present.

So she tried her damnedest to put on that new attitude now. Glancing back in the mirror, she did one final look over. Her wine colored stained lips looked pouty, and her breasts heaved upward in her tight leather bodysuit.

"You can do this. You can walk into this party looking for sex, and you can get it, because you're a hot independent woman. Just take what you want."

With that, she took a deep breath and exhaled and got out of the car. She slammed the door and felt the whoosh of cool October air rush through her mostly-uncovered body. As she strode boldly up the sidewalk, her high heels clicked confidently with each step, making her realize how badly she did want this. More than she had the guts to ever admit until now.

She wanted it bad.


"Wow. You look….well, you look absolutely fabulous. Like, I'm talking dominatrix centerfold sexy fabulous!" Lindsie said, greeting her at the door in a naughty teacher costume.

Ricky, Lindsie's boyfriend, was standing next to her and dressed as a nerd, presumably in some roleplay fashion as Lindsie's student. He only blinked when he saw Sarah. "Holy shit, Sar, is that you?"

Sarah struggled to keep feeling sexy even as a bit of sheepishness snuck in. Ricky only knew her as the normal, conservatively dressed, not-especially-wild woman that she was. "Yep, it's me. You can blame your fiancé for this. She dared me to wear something sexy tonight and bet me I couldn't do it, so I win. Pay up, bitch," she said, holding her palm out to Lindsie. It hadn't exactly been a dare or a bet, but it seemed like a good explanation to give to Ricky.

"What is it that you win again?" Lindsie asked, smiling at Sarah's slightly exaggerated rationalization.

"For now, I'll take a cosmo. But you can buy me a coffee the next time we're studying."

"You got it, babe!"

To Sarah's surprise, stepping into the party dressed as she was turned out not to be as overwhelming as she'd feared. Sure, she'd taken the sex nymph thing farther than most girls at this party, but she wasn't the only woman showing some cleavage and leg. Just following Lindsie to the drink counter, she passed a sexy devil, a saloon girl and a witch wearing only a tiny black slip dress in addition to her tall hat and boots. It was probably the lack of panties that made her feel…less dressed than everyone else.

"So you're really going for it, huh?" Lindsie asked, pouring her a glass of premixed cosmo from a pitcher. Cosmopolitans had been their go to drink of choice since their undergrad.

"Wasn't I supposed to?"

"Well, yeah of course. I'm just surprised. I didn't think you'd really go through with it."

"Do I look ridiculous or something?" Sarah questioned, worry starting to take over.

"Hell no!" Lindsie exclaimed. "Hell, I'd probably even do you."

Sarah laughed. "Maybe some other time. Now, have you scouted out any hot guys for me yet?"

Lindsie tilted her head and lowered her fake reading glasses. "Well, there's a hunkalicious Superman playing pool in the basement. A bad boy Baywatch lifeguard somewhere around here. Oh, and Aaron is here."

Aaron was Ricky's soon-to-be best man. He was incredibly gorgeous and knew it, hence his cocky attitude. Sarah was usually turned off by his mannerisms, but he was so good looking that she'd put all that aside for now. She was horny as hell.

"Cool, where's he at?" she wanted to know.

"In the living room, I think. But…"

"But?" Sarah wondered out loud.

"He's dressed as fucking IT."

Sarah snarled her lip. Clowns didn't do it for her, especially one like IT. She didn't care how hot the guy was underneath. She especially wasn't interested in pursuing a man in tights who was dressed up as Superman either. She hated tights, in fact. Tights…what was it about tights she hated so much again? Oh right - tights always reminded her of him.

Whoa. Him? She hadn't thought about him in forever. She'd practically given up on the thought that he even existed when he showed no semblance towards her of wanting to talk about what happened between the two of them all those years ago. She always assumed – and kind of hoped – he'd come to her at some point. Whether to annoy her, scare her, whatever the reason. But he never did, so she forced herself to forget about him and her time in the Labyrinth.

Until tonight, that is. Right in this moment. And she didn't know why. Tights were a normal thing in which she saw constantly, yet for some reason all she could think about were the tight pants in which he'd worn. God damnit. Out of sight, out of mind, Sarah. Don't think about him. Focus on your mission!

"Sarah?"

Her inward thoughts came back to reality, and she blinked a couple of times trying to remember what Lindsie had last said. "Uh, yeah no. I'm not fucking a clown. Or a man in tights. Where's Baywatch?"

Lindsie looked around, trying to see if she could scout him out and then frowned. "Making out with Brittany Tulsa. Damnit."

Sarah leaned in past Lindsie to see where her eyes had landed, and sure enough – she saw a super cute brunette, shirt off and everything, making out with their arch nemesis. Brittany was such a kiss ass in all their classes; probably even slept with the professors. Both she and Lindsie couldn't stand her.

"Why is she even here?" Sarah asked.

"Whitney brought her along. Annoying I know."

"That's for sure. Alright. What else do you have for me?"

Lindsie took a sip of the pink concoction in her martini glass. "Okay, I've got it. I saw a guy dressed as a cop right before you showed up. Cops are sexy, right?"

Hmm, cops were sexy. Or they definitely could be. "As long as he isn't tights. Is he hot?"

Lindsie's eyes flashed a hint of dismay. "Eh…so-so." Then she tried to be more enthusiastic. "But he has handcuffs! Handcuffs are hot!"

Sarah only scowled. "Look, I need a hot guy in a hot costume. I won't settle for anything else."

Lindsie looked defeated and moped. "Why is the costume such a big deal?"

Placing her hands on her hips, Sarah said, "You even said it yourself – costumes make it kind of kinky. I've embraced that. I don't want a guy dressed up as Shrek fucking me, no matter how hot he may really be. If I'm dressed like this," she used her free hand to motion down at her curves, "I get to do some guy who is equally as appealing."

Lindsie nodded, sighing. "Okay, you're right. It's just…"

"Yes?" Sarah braced herself.

"I'm not sure there's anyone here who fits the bill."

Oh hell. Where was Nick the fireman when you needed him?


Twenty minutes later, Sarah sat on the sofa chatting with one of she and Lindsie's mutual friends – currently masquerading as a mermaid, right down to her iridescent green tail – when she felt someone's palm move smoothly down the back of her head over her long dark hair, making her scalp tingle.

She looked up to see the most handsome pirate she could have imagined. Yet despite the long raven tresses, tricorn hat and a full-length red captain's coat, what she noticed most about him were his dark, arresting eyes. She felt an instant chemistry with him, even before he said, "Nice kitty," and boldly petted her again.

"What's yer name, pussycat?" he asked in a classic pirate accent.

Uh… he was going to do this, really? She supposed she could play along; it was after all, Halloween.

Sarah bit her lip, then let out her own naughty little grin. "Sarah," she said.

"Aye, you're a cute one, me beauty."

"And you are?"

"Morgan," he replied. "Cap'n Morgan. But you can call me Cap'n fer short."

She laughed lightly. "I thought you looked familiar." Indeed, now she knew where she'd seem him – he was dressed like the pirate in the logo for Captain Morgan's Rum, right down to the sexy little goatee.

She'd never really had a pirate fantasy before, but she was having one now. About being plundered. He wasn't Johnny-Depp-pretty – instead he was strong and commanding, clearly the captain of any ship he wished to take.

"So," she said, practically purring as she spoke, "what are you doing so far inland?"

"I be lookin' fer wenches." Then his gaze narrowed on her seductively. "But a pretty little kitten might do. I bet you could keep ole Cap'n Morgan right warm at night, snuggled up against him in the bunk." Then he leaned closer, spoke softer, deeper. "Interested in the job, pussycat?"

Sarah's pussy practically hummed. So far he was turning out to be the perfect guy she'd come here looking for tonight – hot, sexy and into casual, naughty fun. Moreover, he was exactly what she needed to help her pull this off. Of course, the three cosmo's she'd drank helped too.

"What's in it for me?" she whispered up to him, arching her chest, hoping he could see her nipples jutted through the leather.

"What would ye like, me beauty? Name it and 'tis yers."

Boldly meeting his gaze, Sarah ran her tongue across her upper lip. "Will you let me play with your sword?"

His eyes blazed with heat, buffered with a hint of amusement. "'Tis called a cutlass amongst we pirates, pussycat, but yes – ye may play with it 'til yer heart's content."

"That sounds fun," she said, barely able to speak now beneath the weight of her lust.

"Care to join for me a walk on the beach then?"

She raised her eyebrows. "The beach?"

He winked and his voice deepened. "Come outside, pussycat, and you can play with my cutlass in private."

She couldn't argue with that. She stood up, and the man took her hand. They were just about to leave when...

"Dylan?" a sudden and random voice asked from behind where Sarah stood.

"Aw, shit," her pirate said in a normal voice and dropped Sarah's hand.

Sarah furrowed her eyebrows and turned around to find a pissed off blonde dressed as Princess Peach walking towards them. God, that fluffy white and pink dress really reminds me of…

She snapped herself out of the thought before continuing. She needed to stop thinking about that! What she really wanted to know why this woman was interrupting her would-be chance to fuck Mr. Hottie Pirate, and why he looked so shocked to see this woman.

The blonde finally reached and stood next to them, hands on hips, fuming. "What the fuck, Dylan?" she asked. "You break up with me three days ago and already you're trying to…to fuck this slut?"

Sarah scoffed, immediately taking offense to that comment. "Excuse me?"

Mystery woman smirked and narrowed her eyes. "You heard me. Look at you – you're dressed like a total whore. You probably have herpes and more."

Sarah's mouth dropped. Who did this bitch think she was!

"And you," Princess Peach continued, turning her attention to Cap'n Morgan. "I can't believe you!"

"Calm the fuck down, Justine," he said. "I'm not with you anymore, go back and hide in your castle with Bowser and leave me alone. Fucking psycho."

Sarah couldn't believe the situation she'd just found herself in. The lunatic ex-girlfriend looked as though she was about to pounce on both of them and rip them to shreds. If looks could kill, Sarah didn't want to know what her hands could do. This was becoming too dramatic for her liking. They were all adults, not high schoolers. This just wasn't going to do.

"Look, I'm going to take off," she said, taking a step backwards. "You two clearly need to sort your shit out."

"Wait," the pirate said. "Just…don't go."

Sarah ignored the man's plea and raised her eyebrows, only to slowly turn around to walk up to Lindsie's room to compose herself. She knew she shouldn't have come. She never had luck with men at these parties. She sighed, wondering why something bad always happened.

As she passed through the house to go upstairs, she was aware of the many men who stared at her longingly. But it didn't matter. Her libido had been killed and now she was worried that she did look like a total whore. What had she been thinking, wearing this costume?

She stopped walking for a minute and turned around to take one final glance back at the pirate who she'd almost taken as a lover, only to see him still arguing with the blonde bimbo. She shook her head, and started walking forward again without paying attention. The second she took a step, she felt herself bump into something. More like…someone.

"Shit," she said taken off guard. "I'm sorry."

She looked up at the person, male, really, who she'd walked into and couldn't believe her eyes.

"It's quite alright, Precious. You always did have two left feet."

Her eyes widened and that's when she knew for sure. She would never mistake that voice or those blue eyes, even if they were hidden behind a mask. Was this real? What was he doing here? He was really here, right?

"J…Jareth?"


AN: This will probably only be 3-4 chapters. Please Review! :D