Hearing the doorbell, I open my door with candy in hand and am greeted by an enthusiastic "Trick-or-treat!" I can't help but break out into a grin at the child's excited bouncing and wide smile. She looks to be about ten and is dressed in a cute strapless pink dress with a gold tiara topping her single braid of long black hair; it's easy enough to tell that she's going for the classic princess look with this costume.
"How about a treat, then?" I respond, opening the door farther to pass her some candy. It's only when my front door is fully open that I notice another girl standing beside the young princess. My throat immediately dries up when I stare at the second trick-or-treater, and it feels like a Herculean effort just to keep breathing. Dressed as a witch with hat and choker to match, is the most beautiful young girl I've ever seen—she's clearly underage and can't be older than fourteen.
"A treat, huh?" the teen says, her eyes meeting mine. The slight smirk that crosses her face while we hold eye contact tells me that she knows exactly what kinds of thoughts I'm currently having. "Lexi and I have some treats of our own if you're interested..."
"I-I'm not sure what you're implying," I stammer, shoving a handful of candy into the younger girl's hands and backing up to the relative safety of my doorway. "H-Have a good night, girls!" I start to close the door, but stop when the young teen draws back her witches' cloak and reveals a perfectly toned stomach and thighs. Only a skimpy black miniskirt and scraps of purple fabric on her chest are hiding the parts of this girl that I should be locked up for even thinking about.
"C'mon, Mister, I know you want some of my special treat..." she whispers, shifting on her heels to better show off her delicious curves. My brain is telling me to slam the door and not open it again for the rest of the night, but a far more insistent part of my physiology is preventing me from doing so. "One thousand each," she continues in her breathy whisper, taking her young friend's hand and walking forward, brushing past me to enter my house with a soft exhalation of hot air into my ear. I still have enough of my wits about me to glance around and confirm no one saw this spectacle before closing the door behind us, my heart feeling as though it's going to explode out of my chest.
"Lexi, why don't you go have some of Mister's candy while I get him warmed up," the teen says to her friend. The child eagerly agrees, scampering over to my kitchen where a large bowl of candy is visible on the counter. With a contented sigh, the older girl plops herself down on my couch and takes off her witch hat—her cloak and skirt following soon after. It's all I can do not to leap on her with how she's presenting herself. Dressed in nothing but barely-fitting underwear and a chest garment that can hardly be called a bra, this young teen is all but inviting me to take her. "I'm Emily, by the way," she says, flipping her long blond locks over one shoulder before giving me a knowing smile.
"Do you want the money now, or...?"
"After's fine, it's not like you're gonna try and cheat me—if you do I'll tell the cops how you spent Halloween night. Same goes for being too rough; if you do anything I don't like, you're going to prison, got it?" Somehow she's even cuter when she's assertive like this, and I can only nod, my hands itching to touch every inch of this girl who looks barely old enough to be called a teen. "Okay, then come over here and sit down—we'll start with a little kissing."