I did get a comment about Sookie's costume reminding someone too much of a shifter or were. Which at the time I did not think of. (Thank you for the review including that)

At the time I wrote this I just thought, hmmm, I can put in a few puns on the word pussy here and also it kinda sorta, only very slightly links with the costume my head saw Eric wearing.

So sorry if you can only see her as a shifter. If it helps type 'slutty cat costumes' into Google and go nuts with visualization.

Chapter Two

Sookie was busy the next two days with Merlotte's shifts entertaining the Halloween crowd. She was quite disappointed she wouldn't see Arlene's kids in their costumes but she gave them their candy early this year and wished them good hunting.

Finally the day of came. She sat eating her cereal while listening to the voicemail her phone had caught late last night. Most probably from her vampires. There was one voicemail from Pam and a simple text from Eric saying;

I look forward to seeing you lover.

Pam's message was longer, but not by much;

"Isabella's at 4, she will do your nails and hair. Just give her your name and let her do her job."

Sookie sighed and at 10 to 4 she was walking into Isabella's beauty bar.

"You must be Sookie. Pam told us you were a darling." The girl who greeted her had legs longer than her own and handed her a gin and tonic as she walked in, guiding her to a seat.

"Pam told us your drink, so enjoy." she had a rough accent and was not native, but Sookie couldn't place her while her head was swimming as such. "My name is Elle, and I'll be doing your nails, Charlotte-" A dark haired lady in the back turned from her seat trimming another woman's hair and waved. "- will be doing your hair and make-up."

"Ummm, what exactly are you doing with me?"

Elle laughed. It was soft and reassuring.

"Don't worry Miss, Pamela has taken care of everything and said if you knew the cost you would be out of the door, so I can't tell you any more than to 'relax, and enjoy Eric's treat' whatever that means to you" Sookie softened a little and slowly drank from her drink. They made chit chat like you would with the hairdresser when you go for a trim. Telling them what you do, how your life is going, what you ate. The usual. Half an hour later, Sookie was released from her face mask and almost cried tears of joy at her reflection. It was as good as vampire blood for the skin, not only that but her toe and finger nails were painted carefully with leopard print. Pam didn't do things by half.

"You look so beautiful" Elle snapped her hand together in excitement in a praying symbol under her chin. She was very expressive and bubbly. "Charlotte" she called and the dark haired women floated across the parlour and guided to her to what had to be the comfiest hair dressers chair she'd ever sat in.

"Loving the nails Sookie." That was the things Sookie liked about hairdressers; they talked to you like you were an immediate friend. She was so relaxed and chatty she didn't even need to focus to keep out of their heads while they worked. "So, I'm going to give you a curling and some make-up." She worked on the hair first making it chase itself down in spirals. Then it was light bronze coloured make-up. She looked angelic at the end. And as Elle had said, everything was paid for by Eric which although forced her into the typical 'you're so lucky to have a man like Eric that pays for everything and pampers you' conversation with the girls at the beauty studio, she felt a million dollars as she left and hurried back to her car.

5:30 prompt the doorbells rang and Sookie moved from her self conscious primping of the costume in front of the mirror to let Pam in. Sorry, to let Officer Pamela in. Dressed in dark blue, Pam had her hair wrapped in a bun, police cap sitting atop with a sexy slant. The blouse was bursting at the top half, her breasts straining the buttons. The mini skirt flared out like a ballerina but this dancer was deadly. The gun was clipped to a thick buckled belt with handcuffs and a baton too. Even her boots screamed danger, sharp pointed heels with buckles climbing her legs. To finish it off she had placed some sunglasses to slide into her blouse, sitting between her pressured breasts. She winked at Sookie and let herself in.

"I hope you haven't been a bad pussy cat" she grinned, compete with her trademark lesbian cheeky tone. Pam wrapped her hands into Sookie's hood snapping a catch then releasing her. Curious, Sookie took back down the hall to look in the mirror.

"Property of E. Northman" she read from the metal tag on the collar she had now been given. "Seriously Pam?" Pam ran with vampire speed to stop her taking it off.

"It stays on, or you come into my car in handcuffs." Pam would like that a little too much. Sighing Sookie climbed in Pam's shiny silver car and they set off.

"Thanks for the make-over." She had been reminded by Pam's own nails, long and manicured stroking down the wheel as she turned.

"Of course, my little kitty cat." Pam purred and flipped a curl of Sookie's hair out of the hood. "Eric will eat you up." She licked her lips at the thought.

"Pam, what's Eric dressed as?" Pam shrugged and turned back to face the road.

"He told me to come collect his lover before I did anything else." Pam threw her head back smiling. "So, I'll be surprised too."

Eric was in full view as they entered, and both ladies had to catch their breath. Wow. Simply Wow. She could expect maybe a fireman or an army guy…but right now, she would say no to 'sergeant hot pants' and the 'private drill inspector'. Eric was so much more. A blonde beauty, leaning over the bar, showing off his most valuable asset. Sookie had to physically avert her eyes and snap her jaw shut. Oh my, was that drool? Maybe the plan was backfiring, it sure felt like it. He may as well have come out completely nude; it would have had a lesser effect. But no, Sookie scanned him from toe to top.

Bare feet, with a brown feather anklet on his left leg. She breathed, her eyes lifting higher. Leopard print cloth barely there fell from his exquisite hips to the same length her miniskirt touched. Which to be fair, while it covered you up, it made people mentally undress those extra few inches. In his right hand he had a spear, probably real, and leather ties across his bicep, making them seem ever more so attractive. Even the messed up hair and bone necklace (she prayed to god they weren't real bones) it just kept drawing her in, forcing her toward him. Oh my. Lions and tiger and bear, oh my. This was the complete opposite of the situation she wanted. Pam caught her arm before she could jump Eric and led her to the dance floor between nasty naughty nurse and mad axe woodsman.

"I thought you were meant to be making him beg, not the other way around," Pam whispered under the music leaning close to Sookie's ear. Pam's hands rested on Sookie's hip, both of them lost in the heavy beat of the music.

Then she felt a tug, a few songs later, just a small pull at her head. She turned in the direction to see Eric smirking in his private booth, staring intently at her, a gleam of sex shining in his blue eyes. Pam rolled her eyes and let her leave turning to a human nearby dressed as a prisoner.

"Hey beautiful, have you been a bad girl?" The woman instantly became mesmerized and swung away from her friends to surround herself with Pam.