A/N: Happy Halloween, everybody! I wanted to get this one up earlier. However, life got in the way and prevented me from getting this done sooner. But here I am with a one-shot Halloween party, which is my first posting since BMAG got engaged in The Proposal. Here, I wanted to homage Mrs. Howell in a very special way, relative to the two other women on the island. Thus, here I am. Enjoy!
Ginger and Mary Ann were busy in their hut putting together their costumes for the island Halloween party when Mrs. Howell joined them.
"Hello, girls," Mrs. Howell said, as she entered their hut upon knocking.
"Hi, Mrs. Howell," the girls said in unison.
So, how are the costumes coming along?" the older socialite asked.
"Nice," Mary Ann said. "Ginger's and my outfit are almost ready.
"Yes, we are looking forward to wearing them," Ginger said.
Mrs. Howell knew that their outfits were going to be that of Playboy Playmates. She was sure that Ginger's boyfriend, Professor Roy, and Mary Ann's fiancé, William, were going to enjoy them. Although Mrs. Howell had a costume picked out to wear for and with her husband, Thurston, she had a rather sad, longing look on her face—which the girls noticed instantly.
"Oh, Mrs. Howell, what's wrong?" Mary Ann asked.
"Please, tell us," Ginger seconded.
"Well, I see how beautiful you girls are going to look in these wonderful costumes," Mrs. Howell said, "and I wished there was some place where I could have openly worn such an outfit when I was younger." Though she was raised as a socialite, debutante and all, Mrs. Howell had always longed for an open area where she could open and really show more of herself…where she could cut loose in ways she was denied as a younger woman. Although she was much older now, she was still a beautiful woman and was quietly longing, from within, to let that part of her personality out, if even for a minute.
After a brief pause, Mary Ann and Ginger whispered to one another, then came to a quick decision.
"Say, Mrs. Howell…would you like to try on my bunny outfit?" Ginger said with a smile.
"Oh, dear, I could not…" Mrs., Howell said.
"Please, Mrs. Howell" Mary Ann said, "try it on."
After a sigh, Mrs. Howell agreed. "Well, why not…yes," she said.
Ginger handed her bunny outfit to Mrs. Howell, who tried it on behind the girl's back, turning away. When she was finished changing into Ginger's costume, she alerted the girls to turn around.
What Mary Ann and Ginger saw, once they did, was a socialite with a big, happy smile on her face…as if she had come fully alive…again.
And if that was not enough...Mrs. Howell then went right for their exercise pole, where she went up-and-down it with the precision of a woman half of her age, doing all kinds of spins and one-leg holds, with both hands free.
Ginger and Mary Ann had very big smiles on their face. Although everyone knew they were going to be two bunnies on the island, the Playboy duo was about to become a sudden trio.
On Halloween evening, as the men were gathered outside in the main area in their respective costumes, they waited for the bunnies to emerge from the girls hut. William was dressed up like wolfman, complete with headdress and fur throughout his body. Mr. Howell was dressed as Count Dracula, teeth and all, Skipper was dressed like Frankenstein's monster, as Professor Roy was dressed as Dr. Frankenstein, himself. The men had been drinking a milder version of the tea they had served up Lord Beasley when he came by the island.
Then came the Playboy bunnies.
Mary Ann and Ginger emerged in full bunny regalia, complete with satin torsos, matching bunny ears, cuffs with the Playboy bunny insignia, collars with bow ties, black tights, black heels, and cotton tails fixed upon their butts. Mary Ann's corset was white, Ginger's black.
The men went wild, particularly William and Roy, who were the fiancé and boyfriend of Mary Ann and Ginger, respectively. All four loved them. Yet, when Mr. Howell called for his wife, Lovey, nobody was truly prepared for what happened next.
Mrs. Howell emerged from the girls' hut as…a Playboy bunny, herself. She had everything on the two younger women were wearing. Her corset was gold. She looked amazing her torso was cinched, and her legs were rather shapely in the black tights she was wearing. Mrs. Howell also had a long, blonde wig on her head.
Mr. Howell was amazed. His wife had always been wrapped up whenever out in public, rarely revealing her legs or shoulders as she was doing so here. "Why, my Lovey Bunny, you look beautiful!" he said.
"Thank you, Thurston dear," Mrs. Howell said, kissing her husband on the lips. Not only did Mrs. Howell smile, but she also felt sexy and began strutting her stuff alongside her fellow Playboy bunnies.
Mr. Howell, turns out, was not the only man turned on by the transformation of his wife from socialite to sexy Playboy bunny.
Skipper was amazed. "Boy, Mrs. Howell, you sure look lovely," he said.
"I'll say. You have some very nice legs," William said, letting out a loud wolf howl.
"Hey! Watch your howling mouth, Wolfman," Mr. Howell said, "that is my wife you are talking to!"
"Who looks good with great legs!" William retorted.
By now, Mr. Howell had had so much tea that he was quickly becoming inebriated. Thus, even cordial compliments about his wife were not being tolerated.
"I have to say, Mrs. Howell, that your skin looks totally flawless" Skipper said, as Mrs. Howell's shoulders and upper chest area was relatively smooth for a woman her age. Yes, her face was that of a mature woman, as was her neck and hands. However, her shoulders and arms were very toned and smooth, suggesting a woman who took care of herself with exercise. Mrs. Howell would swim in the lagoon, skinny dipping when no one was looking, which Mr. Howell knew of…yet no one else did.
"Oh, thank you, Captain," Mrs. Howell said, "that is very kind of you."
As various Halloween tunes played, the three bunnies danced together. As they had been, as The Honeybees, when The Mosquitos were on the island, the three ladies were dancing on the stage. However, Mrs. Howell was as much in step with Ginger and Mary Ann on all the dances and looked very spry and sultry in doing so. All the other men and women were amazed about everything.
Yes, Mrs. Howell was a fine dancer, that much was known. What was not-so-known was how much this had all been pent up inside of her for decades, wanting to get out and dress on stage and dance like any other woman she had seen perform on stage. Being a Playboy bunny was, to her, quite deep and liberating. She had a long, blonde wig on, which saw the others on the island go from seeing her as Mrs. Howell to a sexy blonde who was holding her own with the titian-haired ivory-skinned statuesque beauty and the brunette, sepia-toned Negro beauty she shared the stage with. Mrs. Howell was also happily bumping booty with the other women, happily shaking her tailfeather with her two younger counterparts, and even kissing the top of the breasts atop the corsets of Ginger and Mary Ann as much as they both doing with themselves and Mrs. Howell, as well.
Mr. Howell's inebriation knew no limits. "That blonde is so sexy" he said.
"Well, to you, he should be," Skipper said, "she is your wife."
"That's my wife!?" Mr. Howell said, too inebriated to see that the blonde bunny on stage was, indeed, his beloved Lovey.
"Yes, it is," William said.
"Well, I don't remember my wife being some blonde," Mr. Howell muttered.
"Well, tonight, she is, Mr. Howell," Skipper said.
"Well, I don't care what you say," Mr. Howell said, "my wife is no long-haired blonde!"
"Well, tonight she is," Skipper said, before the two men, very much liquored up by now, end up arguing themselves into a drunken stupor.
"Dracula, Frankenstein!" William said, in character.
"Stay out of this, Wolf!" Skipper and Mr. Howell said, as the two men proceeded to take a swing at each other-only to miss one another-before the men collapsed into themselves, drunk.
At that moment, it was decided that Skipper and Mr. Howell would be sent to their respective huts. Skipper returned to his usual hut, asleep in his hammock. Then, just as Mr. Howell was about to be returned to his quarters, his wife made a different call.
"Actually, let Mr. Howell sleep with Skipper in your hut, Gilligan," Mrs. Howell said.
"You're sure, ma'am?" William responded.
"Positive," she answered. "Mr. Howell can have your hammock for the night, while you sleep in the girls hut, Gilligan."
"But what about me and Mary Ann?" Ginger asked.
"You girls will be sleeping with me—in my hut," Mrs. Howell said.
"Sounds good to me," Mary Ann beamed.
A few minutes later, after Skipper and Mr. Howell were placed into the hammocks inside Skipper and William's hut, while the latter ended up in the girls hut, and Roy said good evening as he retired to his hut, the women spent the night in the Howell's hut.
Once inside, Mrs. Howell spoke with the two younger women.
"I just wanted to thank you girls for a special evening together," she said, "I have not had this kind of fun in years!" Before she could continue to talk, she broke down into tears.
"Oh, Mrs. Howell, what is wrong?" Mary Ann asked.
"I never thought that, after all these years, that I could feel so alive, so beautiful, and so sexy after all these years," Mrs. Howell said.
"As long as we are all alive, anything is possible," Ginger said.
"Well, whatever happens to us all, I will always remember this evening always, and I have you two girls to thank for this," Mrs. Howell said.
"You're welcome, Mrs. Howell," Ginger and Mary Ann said, in unison. On that note, the three female castaways all came together with a hug. Then, Mrs. Howell reached over and gave Ginger a deep kiss, followed by giving one to Mary Ann. Both younger women were amazed at how good these kisses felt.
"That was the first time I had kissed a Negro in many years," Mrs. Howell said.
"I didn't know you had been with a Black man, Mrs. Howell," Ginger said.
"I never said the Negro was a man, dear," Mrs. Howell said.
Both Mary Ann and Ginger were amazed at this revelation about Mrs. Howell.
"Oh, Mrs. Howell, what a surprise…" Ginger said.
"Tonight dears…" Mrs. Howell said, as she pulled off her long, blonde wig, "…call me Eunice," which was her given name.
"Yes, Eunice," Ginger said.
"I loved the kiss, Eunice," Mary Ann said.
"So did I, darlings," Eunice said. The three women then re-embraced themselves, with the two younger women marveling how soft and silky Eunice's short blonde-albeit-graying hair felt smooth and silky-not unlike their own heads of hair. Together, their skin felt soft and smooth to one another.
The three women came to eventually end up enjoying one another's company by spooning on the refurbished king-sized single the Howells now had to themselves, with Ginger, Eunice and Mary Ann, in that very order, hugged up, lovingly, with one another, spending the rest of Halloween together.