What are the Odds

My story for the Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024 did so well last year; I figured I'd try again. I didn't win anything last year, and don't expect to this year either, but I had a blast writing this. Just a quick romp into a Halloween party and the aftermath. If you get a little confused, that's ok. It will pass. Strap in, it's quite a ride. Enjoy.

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My preparations were meticulous. They always were. The only difference was, this time, they were going to lead to more than just a photo shoot, taking pictures only I would ever see.

I committed when I bought the ticket to the Halloween party; a hundred dollars a head. My costume cost me more than twice that. None of the costumes from the movies would work. Halley Berry was too skimpy and would expose my fake breasts. The rest were full-body suits. I'd have to fashion my own, but I'd be the hottest Cat Woman at the party. I just knew it.

The long luxurious soak in a tub full of scented bubbles, sipping a glass of wine, always set the stage. There was a time when I'd spend this time shaving every hair I could find from my body. I'd taken care of that as soon as I moved out of my dorm and into my apartment. Now, it just settled my ever-present nerves.

My transition into Keily, while invigorating, always scared me, made me nervous. The chance that fate would have someone I knew knock on my door while I was dressed lived in the back of my head. It was my therapist that laid down the law. I was going to get dressed and go out for Halloween or find someone else to talk to about my issues. Rhonda even approved of my costume and my choice of venue.

"What could be better than a huge charity party full of other people you don't know, all in costume?" The way she described it made so much sense. Wrapped up in the moment, I'd gone online on my phone and bought the ticket right there in her office.

The only thing I worried about that came even close to being outed was my finances. My 'dad' had raised my twin sister and me by himself. He was actually my dad's best friend and had adopted us when a freak accident killed our parents. Hard, strict, almost draconian with his rules. For reasons he chose not to discuss, he never married.

It was tough, but he did it. I couldn't imagine a universe where Keily would be acceptable to him, so I kept her hidden, a secret. I picked up his frugal nature. My sister Kelly, not so much. Me paying the hundred dollars to go to this party and then buying my costume was so out of character. I justified it by taking it out of Keily's clothes budget.

"Maybe next time Keily can come and see me. I'd love to meet her."

"We'll see." I cringed. "One crisis at a time."

"I think you're going to surprise yourself. Keily needs this. She needs to be validated. You've shown me pictures. She's a beautiful young woman, and I don't think your father is going to drive a hundred miles to go to a college costume party."

That was my true fear. My dad finding out. "You're probably right." I relaxed a little.

That was what my bubble bath was for; to get me back to a level of relaxation where I could not only get dressed, but could open my apartment door and step out into the cool autumn air. Once I'd done that, going to the party would be easy. That's what I told myself, anyway.

Out of the bath, I dried off and pulled on my thong gaff, tucking junior and the twins out of the way. Not that there was much to hide.

My forms were next, followed by a lace pushup bra. Yeah, my girls were impressive. Makeup was next. I went all out, dramatic as hell. My green eyes popped with the dark eyeshadow I chose. The exaggerated cat's eye wings made them even more impressive. Deep red lipstick matched the inch long talons I had for nails.

I had to powder my legs to get the skintight leather pants on. The short vest left about six inches of my midriff exposed. Damn, I was hot as hell. When I pulled on the thigh boots, added the utility belt that was going to double as my purse, and slipped on the mask and ears, I was Cat Woman. Cat Woman with long red hair, but I didn't think anyone was going to care about that.

The pants cupped my butt perfectly, accenting the results of thousands of squats and lunges. My nice tight abs rippled below the vest, and I smiled when I noticed my thong was just visible at the top of my leather pants.

It was me, but it wasn't. I was the sexiest Cat Woman I'd ever seen, and I'd seen them all. Take that Julie Newmar.

My next step was the big one. I'd dressed up in sexy outfits before, French maid, schoolgirl, all the standard sissy tropes. I even had the pictures to prove it. Keily's Instagram had thousands of followers. That was fantasy. The pictures were heavily filtered. Me dressing in this costume and actually going out into the real world. That was huge. Deep breaths. Focus on calming down my racing heart. I reached for the door and, reciting the mantra Rhonda had given me, turned the knob.

Stepping outside, I closed the door behind me before I could change my mind. I'd done it. Keily had left my apartment, and the world hadn't ended.

"Wow. Nice costume." I opened my eyes to see the two guys that lived across the hall from me. "So, you know Kevin? I never figured him to know a hottie like you. I'm Rick. This is Steve."

"Um, Keily. He's my cousin." I could feel the red covering my cheeks.

"You headed to the Rho house for the big party?"

"Yeah. Kevin said it would be great. He went ahead." They weren't screaming at me, calling me awful names. Instead, they were taking in every inch of the smoke show in front of them, probably trying to figure out how to get her-me out of this costume.

"We'll see you there. Will you save me a dance?" Steve was taking the lead. Rick looked confused, but didn't seem to mind. I'd gone out with them once or twice, or Kevin had. Rick was always kind of Steve's wingman.

"Um, sure, I guess. What are your costumes going to be?" I was relaxing. My heart wasn't pounding out of my chest anymore. I could do this.

"Actually, Batman." He cast a furtive glance at Rick. "And, don't worry. I'll find you."

"K." I smiled. "I should probably let you go change. I'll see you there." My nerves were turning into eager anticipation. If a guy I'd known for over a year, a guy I'd watched games with, gotten drunk with, didn't make the connection and was hitting on me, nobody would recognize me.

The Rho house wasn't a traditional frat house. They'd bought an empty storefront right behind their residential house. It was officially off campus, so they used it for their parties. Some of their alumni, my dad included, had decided that some of those parties should be fund raisers for local charities. This was one of those. The girl's home was going to get a nice check sometime next week.

It was only about four blocks from my apartment to the party. Each obvious ogle and cat call I got on the way just boosted my confidence. A group of girls in costumes just as sexy as mine absorbed me, complimenting me on how hot I was. These same girls would have laughed at Kevin, but Keily seemed to fit right in. Sure, they were shallow and made rude comments about people we passed, but their blanket acceptance of me gave me a confidence I'd never felt before.

"Wait. Pictures." I half screamed as we walked up the steps to the house. We got some random guy to take a dozen or so, at least two, with every girl in the gaggle's phone. I sent one to Rhonda and posted one to Keily's Instagram. Fantasy, meet reality. I was really doing this and nothing bad had happened.

"You go, girl. Gorgeous. Have fun." She responded a lot faster than I thought she would.

I followed the lead of the girls that had adopted me, totally cutting the line and being let in like we owned the place. I guess the rules were different for hot girls than they were for everybody else.

It was even more true once we got inside. I followed the group straight up to the bar. We got served immediately. Maybe it was who I was following, or maybe scantily clad hot chicks just got preferential treatment. I didn't care. Lost in the moment, I left the bar with a full drink after three shots of tequila. Keily was coming into her own. There was nothing I wanted more.

"You made it." Batman grabbed my arm. "I wasn't sure you were coming. Come on, let's dance."

Why wouldn't Steve think I was coming? I left before he did. And how did he get here so fast if he had to put his costume on? Oh, well. He was an excellent dancer and looked amazing in his costume. I didn't have to do anything but sway to the music and let him paw my body. He seemed to be ok with that. It was what I'd seen other girls do at other parties, so I assumed it was just the way things were. Besides, it validated that part of me that needed it. Steve believed I was Kevin's cousin. There was no way he'd behave like this with a guy, especially Kevin.

When he pulled me close and buried his tongue in my mouth, all I could do was respond the same way. My trapped cock wasn't even trying to get hard, but I felt things I never knew existed. Steve wanted me, desired me. I was beautiful, hot, sexy, all girl. If I let him, he would fuck me right here on the dancefloor. Grinding my crotch into his, I let that thought linger. What would it be like to be taken like a girl? That would be the ultimate validation, wouldn't it? The real question was, could I ever do such a thing? Not just Keily, but Kevin.

"I need a bathroom and another drink." I pulled away as our lips parted.

"Bathrooms are over there." Steve pointed across the room. "I'll get you another drink and meet you there. What do you want?"

"Anything." I pulled him back in for another kiss, making a promise I didn't know I was making, and one I had no idea if I could keep. He disappeared into the crowd, heading toward the bar. I made my way to the bathroom. The realization that I would need to use the girl's bathroom slowly dawned on me.

"Having fun? Gawd, I hate these lines." It was one of the girls I came in with. There were a dozen girls ahead of us in the line for the restroom. I guess there are some lines even hot girls can't cut.

"Yeah. This is amazing. Are these parties always like this?"

"Not usually, but Halloween lets everybody put their freak on, if you know what I mean. So, this one gets a little wild. I've already given two blow jobs. But with this costume, the guys don't have a clue who I am. I can be the biggest slut on campus, and nobody knows."

"Wait... What? You're giving strange guys you pick up at this party blow jobs? Isn't that kind of gross?"

"Oh, come on. The way you're dressed, you're trying to tell me you're not doing the same thing. I'm surprised you haven't been fucked by now. I'm Carol, by the way." She laughed.

I guess the look on my face said more than I thought.

"Shit. You're a virgin, aren't you?" She didn't even give me a chance to introduce myself, which I appreciated. I wasn't sure who I wanted to know my name and who I didn't - yet.

I could feel my face turning crimson as the warmth of the flush rose from my neck up across my cheeks as I nodded and cringed.

"Girl, we are so going to fix that tonight. Before this night is over, you're going to be a woman."

If only she knew what she was saying.

I thought going potty in the girl's restroom was going to be embarrassing. Nobody said a thing until Carol gave me step-by-step instructions on what to do with a cock. She told me how to kiss and lick the shaft, how to twirl my tongue around the head, and even suggestions on how to deep-throat, if I wanted to try that.

The other girls just laughed and added their own suggestions. I was the only one that didn't have a clue. They probably thought Carol was making fun of me. I was taking mental notes as fast as I could. She was right. Before I left, I was going to be a woman. Whatever that meant.

"Ooh, Jello shots." Batman was waiting outside the restroom, his hands full of little plastic cups of Jello. Carol took one, smiled at him and winked, downing it like a pro. "You take good care of my friend, or you'll have to deal with me."

"That's the plan." He smiled and offered me the other three shots in his right hand. One at a time, I did what my new friend Carol had done. They tasted like Jello, but with a kick.

"What's in these?" I coughed as the third one slipped down my throat.

"Everclear, I'm pretty sure." He downed one from his left hand. Without asking, I took one of the other two and slurped it down before he could protest. Yeah, along with being a virgin, I'd never encountered Everclear before either.

"Well, whatever it is, they're good." I giggled. My buzz was taking on a life of its own.

"Let's go sit somewhere. I think you need a break." Batman took my arm and led me down the hall, past the bathroom, to a little lounge area. It was darker than I'd have liked, but I heard other couples in there talking and laughing. There were a few moans and some giggles, too.

"Fuck, Kell, I've wanted this for so long." His kiss caught me by surprise.

It wasn't Steve, and he thought I was someone else. He thought he knew me. Fuck, this could get interesting. When he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close, I relaxed and surrendered to his advances.

"My name's Selina Kyle. You should know that, Bruce." I laughed and closed my eyes as he leaned in to kiss me a second time. Maybe it was the alcohol. Perhaps it was his aura. He exuded this control, this strength I found irresistible. Maybe I just really wanted to know if my new friend was right.

I'd kissed girls before, but it had always been timid, tentative. This was forceful, passionate. When he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I surrendered, slipping my hands up his chest and wrapping them around his neck.

His hands on my bare skin as he slipped one across my tummy were electric. I didn't even think about objecting when it disappeared between my legs and rubbed my crotch. My gaff and leather pants were so tight, I didn't think he'd find anything. Besides, it prompted me to act. I'd decided in the bathroom that I was going to do it.

"Let me." I nibbled on his ear as my hand went to his pants. With his help, I had a cock other than my own in my hand in mere moments. It was bigger, thicker than mine, and his balls were so warm. Neither one of us wanted to wait. When he pressed on my back, I relaxed and lowered my lips to his crotch. Kissing and licking as Carol had told me, I flicked his glans with my tongue and dove in, taking him in my mouth as far as I could.

"Oh, fuck, that feels good. Yeah, just like that." It was more of a moan than anything else. His hand rested on the back of my head, encouraging me as I bobbed, lavishing the sides of his shaft with my tongue.

It didn't taste bad. In fact, the rich musk he exuded excited me. It was almost surreal. I'd had one girl suck mine. Disappointing, to say the least. She wore braces and her teeth scraped along the sides of my cock. In the end, she'd just jerked me off, and the cum had gotten all over my favorite shirt. But this, now, here, actually doing it to another guy; this was something that only came up in my most depraved fantasies. I gave up trying to remember what Carol had told me. I just focused on his reactions, the sounds he made, the moans, the small shudders as I did something he liked.

"Fuck, Kell, I mean Selina, I'm..." I knew what that meant. Pulling back until just the head of his cock was in my mouth, I squeezed his balls and jerked him furiously, letting him cover my tongue with hot juice. It was bitter and tangy, but not unpleasant. The best part, though, was my feeling of accomplishment. I had done it; sucked a cock like a girl and made a man cum.

I'd seen it in pornos I'd watched. Locking my eyes onto his, I opened my mouth and played with the hot sticky mess he'd given me for a second or two before closing it and swallowing.

"Damn, you're good at that." He smiled down at me.

"It was my first time." I smiled back and took his cock in my hand again, stroking it gently. "I like your friend." Reaching out with my tongue, I flicked the tip of his glans and started over. There was something about having a cock in my mouth I enjoyed.

"Fuck." He chuckled and fell back on the small sofa and let me work.

"Probably not, but I really like this." The feel of his soft skin sliding across my tongue, the musky aroma filling my head, even the taste of his cum; I liked it all. I made him cum twice more before he begged me to stop.

"Ben, what the hell?" I turned to see another Cat Woman with long red hair standing behind me. Her costume was more conservative. Think Anne Hathaway, not Halle Berry.

"What? Wait. But I thought... You're not Kelly? But..." He was so confused.

"Sorry. I didn't know he was taken and maybe cut him some slack. We kinda look a lot alike." I stood up and grimaced. "But I understand why you like him. He's a nice guy and his friend is yummy."

She looked at me and cocked her head to one side. Behind the rage was a look I almost recognized.

"Kell, seriously, I thought it was you. I mean, you two could be twins." He scrambled to his feet and tried to pull his pants back up.

"I told you. My name's Selina, Selina Kyle." Like a vanquishing warrior, I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and left him sitting there with his dick out.

"Damn, girl. Even I'm not that brutal. He's going to hunt you down now." My friend laughed as she sidled up next to me as I made my way down the hall, past the bathrooms, and back to the party.

"I feel bad. For his girlfriend." I laughed. "So, I'm guessing I'm still down two?"

"Ooh, you really want to make this a contest?"

"Probably not, but I so want to do it again. It was fun, and I felt so in control. I never thought it would be like that. In my head, it was always submissive."

"That's why I like it so much." Carol smiled. "When I've got a man's cock in my hand and in my mouth, I own him. I could ask for the moon, and he'd get it for me."

"Yeah, I know. When he led me down that hall, I was his. When I took him in my mouth and heard him moan, I knew I was in charge. I made him cum three times before he begged me to stop."

Before I knew it, we were back at the bar. Evidently, in her rule book, the only acceptable digestif for a blow job is tequila. I bought this time. We downed our shots, shared a hug, and drifted apart, each in search of another victim.

"Damn, well, look at you. Dance?"

"Sure." I smiled up at another Batman. What was it with this party?

I only thought Ben had a powerful aura. This guy dominated half the room just by being in it. More than power, there was a comfort to being with him. I felt safe and I couldn't tell you why. We Danced and talked. Something in his voice just made it easy. He bought me more tequila, and even found the guy that had the Jello shots. When he kissed me, I almost forgot about Ben and what I'd done for him. I'd gladly do the same for this guy, possibly more if he wanted. With a single kiss, he'd bought my very soul.

"I have a VIP room up the stairs just over there."

"Ok." I was so drunk I didn't care. All I wanted was another cock in my mouth. That it belonged to another Batman just made it better. Hell, he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I'd let him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled his lips back to mine.

His VIP room had its own bar. He made me a margarita, and just watched as I danced to the heavy bass that came up from the dance floor below us.

"You need to know something before we go any further." He moved up behind me and put his hands on my waist. Chills ran up my body. I shivered.

"What's that? We all have our secrets." I set my drink down and turned my head over my shoulder to kiss him as hard as I could.