I was beyond excited. Today would be the day I picked out my costume to quite literally seduce the pants off Charles Xavier. I only had to hope the one I wanted was still in stock. As usual, Annie and I had waited until Halloween to pick up our costumes like the true procrastinators we are. I briefly imagined showing up to the party like a zombie bride like Cady in Mean Girls. Comforted by the fact that I could always pull together a "cat" costume, I got ready for the day ahead.
After a school day that seemed to drag on forever, Annie and I finally reunited after class to go on our costume shopping extravaganza.
"You know it's really not fair. I don't think just because we're in college the professors should stop giving out candy," I faux-complained as we pulled into the local Party City's parking lot.
"You'll be getting a new kind of candy tonight," Annie said nudging me with her elbow as she turned off the car. I stared at her for a moment before we both burst out into giggles.
As soon as we opened the door it was a mob scene. You couldn't walk down the aisle without brushing shoulders with someone. Children were running about the store screeching to their parents about exactly what sort of princess or monster costume they wanted. Studiously avoiding the spiders they had dangling here and there from the ceiling, I made my way down the aisle dragging Annie behind me to the large wall they had displaying pictures of all the costumes they had, though surely at this point nearly half of them were no longer in stock.
"Do you have any idea of what you want to be?" I asked looking at her while trying not to punch out the person who bumped into me for what felt like the umpteenth time.
"I was thinking the girl from Sucker Punch … even though it came out last year."
"Shh. No words." I scanned the large wall for the number that signified the Sucker Punch costume. "It's 369 if you want to start heading past the screaming mimi's to ask for it," I said growing grumpier by the second, while continuing to scan the wall for the number that would get me my costume.
"Yeah, maybe," Annie said before fighting her way through the crowd of people to get to the backroom. I finally located the number of my costume and headed to the back to ask for my own. Thankfully, both of the costumes that Annie and I wanted were still in stock and we attempted to make our way as quickly as possible back to the front to pay. After waiting online for an eternity we were finally checked out and ready to head back to her room to try our costumes on.
"This better fucking fit," I grumbled sitting on Annie's bed attempting to tear open my costume. Annie looked up briefly from putting on her knees highs, nearly toppling over in the process.
"I'm sure it will," she reassured me. "How do I look?" she said still fussing with her stockings. I took her in. She looked great in the deep blue shirt and skirt which left far too much skin revealed than should be decent at a school function.
"Girl, you look fine," I joked. "No but seriously, it's almost a shame that Erik's just going to rip that right off you once this is over. What about me?" I asked, finishing buttoning the last button on my jacket and pausing briefly to allow Annie to see before I started working on my knee highs.
"Sexual," she said right back with a smile. After putting the finishing touches on our costumes we decided it was time to head downstairs to the festivities.
"Well, I'm sure I won't see you very much from here on out so have fun tonight," I said throwing her a wink and disappearing into the crowd. Suffering through numerous cat calls, I made my way to the outer perimeter where I hoped some of the staff would be lingering, not wanting to get involved in the orgy going on, on the dance floor.
"Hey, do me a favor?" asked a familiar male voice, though not the one I was hoping to hear. I spun around to see Darren dressed as the "Situation." Resisting the urge to roll my eyes at both his existence and costume choice, I pulled myself together.
"What?" I grunted in what was an attempt at my nicest tone.
"I need you to be a distraction while I sneak this," he said pulling the edge of a brown paper bag down just enough that I could see the tell-tale glass glint of a liquor bottle, "into that. Think you can do that?" For a moment I was torn. I loved a good spiked punch just as much as the next girl but I really didn't want to take the fall for helping Darren if he got caught. I was about to tell Darren where to shove it when I caught sight of the man I was looking for all night.
"So, what you're telling me is I just need to distract Char- Professor Xavier?"
"That's it," he said simply. "And judging by how you're dressed that shouldn't be hard to do," he said not even attempting to hide his blatant once over of me. Fortunately, this was exactly what I wanted to do all night so I couldn't even be mad at Darren for once. He basically handed me what I wanted on a silver platter.
"Actually Darren, I'm hoping it'll be very hard," I said before sauntering away toward Charles. "Trick or treat, Professor," I said as I stopped in front of him perfectly to hide the sight of Darren doing what he had to do to the punch. Charles glanced up from his phone slack-jawed as I watched him take me in from head to toe. I had decided on a school girl costume. It was comprised of an itty bitty plaid skirt, a plaid bra, and a jacket half buttoned up that clinged in just the right places, all topped off with white knee highs and patent leather shoes. Nearly as soon as his look of lust appeared, it vanished just as quickly to be replaced with one of calculated indifference.
"I hardly think that costume is appropriate for the night's festivities, Ms. Black," he said in a clipped tone.
"Now, now Professor, lighten up. As they say Halloween's the one holiday where a girl's allowed to dress like a slut. I'm a school girl already, so I decided just to be a slut for Halloween. So Professor, what'll it be, a trick or a treat?" I purred.
Before I even could process that it happened, Charles' hand seized my wrist roughly and started dragging me out of the dance area.
"Watch the kids," he growled at Erik, continuing to drag me out of the party and towards his office. Shit. I definitely crossed the line. He could only be taking me to his office if I was in trouble. However, his office came and went and he continued to keep dragging me along behind him.
"Um, Professor, where are we going?" I asked in a small voice, wondering where he could be taking me so abruptly.
"I think I'm going to make good on that treat now Megan," he said with a wicked smile stopping in front of his room and unlocking the door.
