continue on to It's the Great Pumpkin, Section One, Part 2
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Get your own Free Home PageAuthor's Note: This is the sequel in my trilogy containing �Boxers or Briefs� and �Mind Game.� I'm not quite sure yet but this might turn into an epic...that will go on...and on...and on. Well...maybe not but there probably will be another sequel. Hope all of you enjoy! Oh and the song in here is Monster Mash by the Slingers.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story have been borrowed from USA Network, LFN Productions, Fireworks Entertainment and anyone else who lays legal claim to them. The story, however, is mine alone. No copyright infringement is intended.
Walking down the corridors that made up the underground maze called Section One, Nikita heard the commotion before she saw it. Sounds of laughter and Operations commanding voice met her ears as Nikita rounded the corner, running directly into the object of her desire. Strong hands reaching out and around Nikita�s waist, helping to steady them both. All thoughts about the commotion of Section were forgotten as Nikita looked up and focused on Michael�s face. Azure eyes meeting sea green, the surprise evident in both.
Nikita pushed back from Michael�s embrace while questioning him about the mysterious phone call she got from Sections second in command less than an hour ago. �I got called in my Madeline. What�s going....omigod!!!� Her question was quickly dropped as she took a good look at Michael and other questions immediately popped into her head.
Nikita�s eyes wandered over Michael�s masculine body, clad in Black form fitting material from head to toe, the black cape hanging off his shoulders at just the right length so it was a mere half inch from the ground. Michael�s black mask making his strikingly beautiful green eyes stand out even more than usual. Nikita�s intense speculation of his body was making Michael feel as though she were undressing him with her eyes, unnerving him incredibly. Just as Michael started feeling as though she would never stop starring, Nikita�s eyes focused on his waist where a sword hung, glinting in the artificial light of Section.
Bursting into laughter, Nikita was barely able to speak but somehow managed to force out her flippant remark. �What is it this time Michael....Madeline decided we should change our mission gear to black clad super hero�s to boost up our self esteem? Or did she think that we would be better equipped with swords than 9 mils and the clothes just seemed to fit better with the weaponry?�
Michael waited patiently until Nikita�s laughter diminished enough so she could hear him. Michael would not say anything about her remark because it would be well worth it to see her face when he showed her what he was carrying with him. �We are going on a mission. We don�t have much time so you will have to change now and I will brief you on the way. This is your outfit.� Michael took the garment from off of his arm and held it in front of Nikita.
After seeing the French maid costume--that she knew would cover barely *nothing* at all--Nikita�s eyes grew extremely wide and her mouth dropped open. Reveling in her surprise, Michael allowed a slight smile to curve his sensuous lips--the only outward sign of his pleasure.
If possible, Nikita�s voice rose an octave higher than normal and stated what she knew to be the obvious facts. �Michael, what was Madeline thinking? I�m not going to be able to fit into that! Its to small...that won't be able to cover anything at all!�
Reaching out, Michael lightly brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes raking over her body, and his voice grew husky and more sensual than Nikita had ever thought possible. �That�s the point.�
After Michael�s hand traveled down Nikita�s shoulder, it continued its slow, feather light touch down her arm and to her hand, bringing it up to rest on the dress. Once he had Nikita holding the dress, Michael quietly turned from her and walked down the hall towards com. Leaving a very surprised and flushed Nikita standing alone, holding one of the skimpiest outfits she had ever seen in her life.
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Chapter 2
Nikita walked into her room which was on the way to com. Closing the door behind her and quickly shedding her clothes, Nikita looked at the scrap of clothing Madeline called a dress. I can't believe that she is doing this to me! What is she thinking? I have never even seen a french maid costume *that* short! The woman�s insane! Madeline would have to be mentally ill if she thinks I can possibly fit into that without *everything* popping out!
Glancing around the room, Nikita noticed that Madeline already had the pleasure of putting a garter belt and stockings on her bed, along with a little note. Picking it up, she recognized Madeline's handwriting but knew that it could only be from her. No one had a mind as devious as Madeline's. No one would ever think of making Nikita suffer like this.
"Nikita, I know you think that the dress is too small but you *will* fit into it. I promise. Besides...the dress is supposed to be on the small side and I�m sure that you will look perfect in it."
Humph. Small side? What does she mean small side...this dress is *way* past the point of being on the *small side*. Crumpling the note and throwing it into the waste basket, Nikita angrily put on the garter belt and the nylon�s that went with it. Taking the costume off the hanger and eyeing it with complete and utter distaste, Nikita put it on and was amazed that it was actually staying on. If this doesn�t pop off of me by the time the night is over it will be a miracle. Putting on spiked black heals that were left by the door, by Madeline no doubt, Nikita took a quick glance at herself in the mirror before leaving. She was right--the dress didn�t cover that much. The neck line of the black french maid dress dipped dangerously low and was extremely tight, pushing her breasts up and together. God, you would think that the wonder bra was built right into it! The dress was made to cling to all of her curves and ended where the straps of the garter belt did, effectively displaying her long, slender legs for all to see. Then there was the apron, white and trimmed with lace around the edges, and of course shorter than the dress. Its a freaking miracle Madeline didn�t make the dress as short as the apron!
Turning away from the mirror and out the door, Nikita made her way down the halls and past com on her way to the loading docks, feeling more insecure than she had ever felt before. As soon as Nikita entered Com all eyes turned towards her. The women all silently glad that they didn�t have to wear something as uncomfortable as what Nikita was wearing and all the men not being able to take their eyes off of Nikita, even if they had wanted to, which they didn�t. Continuing on her way, Nikita rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. There, in front of the loading docks, was a sight Nikita had never expected. Shock overcame her as she stood frozen, not able to move, her eyes locked on the sight before her.
Operations, Madeline, Walter, Belinda, Birkoff, Gail, Michael, Frick and Frack, all stood in Loading wearing Halloween costumes. Her eyes traveled over each one individually. Operations was dressed as a mummy and wrapped in white bandages from head to toe. The only part of him Nikita could see were his steel blue eyes, peering out at her, daring Nikita to comment. Next came Madeline, dressed in an equally tight dress compared to Nikita�s, only hers was floor level, black, and showed just as much--if not more--cleavage than her own. Wearing a long black wig Nikita guessed she had to be Elvira.
Walter was wearing platforms to make himself taller, old torn clothes, a short black wig to hide his silver ponytail, screws coming out of the side of his head, and green make up covering his face. Definitely the perfect looking Frankenstein. Beside him was Belinda in a white dress covered with fake cobwebs, wearing a wig that was standing straight up and dyed black and white, exactly like Frankenstein's wife.
Then came Birkoff, definitely *not* pleased with Madeline's wardrobe choice. Looking him over, Nikita quickly noticed that he was supposed to be Boy George from the Culture Club. He was wearing a dark blond wig--braided with ribbons--blue eye shadow, red lipstick and finger nail polish, a white and red stripped dress shirt with a scarf as a tie, and wore a black skirt over his tan nylons. Standing next to Birkoff and trying to calm him down as much as possible was Gail. Barely recognizable, she wore black high heeled shoes with red and white striped stockings which were only visible up to her knees. From there up to the top of her head was a light weight house from �the Wizard of Oz� made out of papier mache. The peep hole of the door made into two holes just big enough for her to see out of. Gail was supposed to be the Wicked witch of the East who got killed by Dorothy�s house. Frick and Frack were next. Both Dressed as the M&M�s. Frick was the Red M&M and Frack was the Yellow M&M. Her eyes looked over Michael�s body as well, even though she had already seen him earlier, Michael still made the perfect Zorro.
After her inspection of everyone Nikita finally burst out laughing, she just couldn�t hold it in any longer.
�So Birky...you gonna sing me a song or what?� At Birkoff's evil glare Nikita took that for a no.
�Nikita! This is not a laughing matter. We have a mission to go on...let's move.� Operations glared at Nikita and his voice was steeled with anger. He was not a happy camper.
Trying to stifle her giggles, Nikita walked up to Madeline and took the feather duster that she held out to her. Finally being able to breathe again, Nikita thanked Madeline and turned to apologies to Operations. �I�m sorry sir....it's just that...well...I thought *my* costume was bad!� To hold in her laugher Nikita clamped her hand over her mouth and concentrated on holding it in.
�Nikita....a word of advice. Don�t laugh...you just might pop out of that thing.� Nikita�s shocked eyes turned towards Operations and glared at the smug expression he had on his face. Before anything else could be said, Michael took Nikita by the arm and led her into the van. The rest of the group followed them in and sat down, only to have all the males inside start staring at Nikita�s legs when she sat--the skirt riding up even higher to expose the straps from her garter belt.
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Chapter 3
Being so close to Nikita inside the small confines of the van, Michael found it increasingly hard to outline the mission profile instead of looking at Nikita. His eyes traveled the length of her body before focusing on her eyes once more--determined to get through the profile. Handing her a PDA, Michael found his voice.
�Aaron Collins and his wife Trisha are wealthy socialites, owning their own business in exports and imports with a variety of different countries. Or at least that�s what it appears to be on the surface.�
Nikita was having difficulties of her own. It was hard enough for her to sit and listen to boring mission profiles, but made it even harder when Michael�s body was brushing up against her own in the cramped Section van, his accented voice meeting her ears, and the fact that he was dressed as Zorro was bringing some interesting day dreams to mind. Zoning out and letting the day dreams take over, a smile played across Nikita�s face and she didn�t hear a word Michael was saying.
�Nikita...Nikita are you listening?� Michael lightly touched her arm, making Nikita jump back into reality and out of the wonderful world of the imagination.
�Huh? Oh, yea I�m listening.�
Knowing she hadn�t, Michael repeated himself. �Mr. and Mrs. Collins have been selling biological weapons to Iraq. They are selling a shipment soon and tonight at the party we need to find out when. Using their main computer in the office, Birkoff will find the files and download them to Section. It will be our job to escort him there and make sure no one gets suspicious.�
As the van pulled to a stop, Nikita met Michael�s eyes and then traveled downward. Her gaze stopped when Nikita saw what Michael was trying so hard to hide throughout the whole trip. His desire for her evident through his tight black clothes, the one reaction he could not control. �Hey Zorro, better be careful getting out of the van, don�t want your sword to hit anything.�
Michael looked away from Nikita�s smiling face to pull his cape tighter around him like a coat, swearing that he would get her back for that comment.
Taking the PDA with her, Operations opened the door and all got out--silently transferring to the Limo that would take them the final 2 miles to the Collins house. The trip was made in silence as Nikita studied the information. All were to be paired up as couples, some family, and some family friends.
Operations and Madeline were the mother and father, Walter and Belinda the loving Uncle and Aunt, Nikita and Birkoff were the children. Birkoff bringing his girlfriend, and Nikita bringing her husband. Frick and Frack were the family friends who met during a ski trip in the Colorado Rockies.
As the Limo pulled up to the front of the house and the chauffeur opened their doors, the sound of music hit their ears immediately. The Collins had decorated their house perfectly for Halloween. Jack-o-lanterns lead up the steps to the front door, headstones stood out in the yard, ghosts hung from the second story windows, and a scarecrow hung from a tree.
Upon entering the house, artificial cobwebs hung around the ceiling and doors, more Jack-o-Lanterns greeted them with their twisted faces shining throughout the darkness, leading them down the hall and into the ballroom where more than 50 guests already stood dancing around the room and drinking champagne.
Nikita had never seen anything like it before and her happiness was clearly visible for all to see. Hand in hand, Michael led Nikita farther into the room and watched as her face lit up. As the Monster Mash started to play, Nikita grabbed Michael�s other hand and pulled him out onto the dance floor. Her hips already swaying seductively to the beat of the music as she lead him farther onto the floor. Even if Michael had not wanted to dance, he would have given in anyway. Nikita�s body brushed his as she danced, enticing him to join in and enjoy the moment.
I was working in the lab, late one night.
When my eyes beheld a eerie sight,
for my monster from the slab began to rise
and suddenly to my surprise. He did the mash.....
He did the monster mash...
you do the mash...the monster mash...
Walter soon followed and brought Belinda out, Frick and Frack stood in the back of the room discussing torture techniques and how they could use this song to their advantage in interrogations, Birky sat with Gail who was unfortunately unable to dance--being as big as a house she would have taken up to much room and dancing would have been difficult.
From my laboratory in the castle east,
to the master bedroom, where the vampires feast.
The ghouls all came from their humble abode, to
get a jolt from my electrodes. They did the mash......
They did the monster mash....
you do the mash....the monster mash
As Operations grabbed a glass of champagne for Madeline and himself, clearly content to sit and watch everyone else dance--Madeline had other ideas. Taking her glass and his, she set them down on the nearest table and grabbed his hand. �May I have this dance?� There was a twinkle in her eyes that Operations didn�t like.
The Zombies were having fun, the party had just begun.
The guests included Wolfman, Dracula and his Son.
The scene was rocking, all were digging sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his babe hounds.
The coffin baggers, were about to arrive with their
vocal group, The "Crypt Kicker Five."
They played the Mash......
they played the monster mash...
you do the mash....the monster mash...
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Chapter 4
�To this? Not in this lifetime! Besides...I don�t see Frick and Frack dancing.� Crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at Madeline, his eyes silently challenged her, as if saying �make me�.
Not one to turn down a challenge, Madeline leaned in to whisper in his ear. �Frick and Frack are not dancing because they don�t have to. YOU do.�
�Really? I don�t think I do. Unless you want me to show everyone the tape George sent of you and �the Spice Girls�.�
Madeline betrayed no emotion or surprise to his threat and countered with one of her own. �If you do...then I will be forced to tell everyone about the time in Seattle when you mistook a basketball player as one of our contacts, who happened to be a woman.�
�How was *I* supposed to know that *she* was a *he*. All those sports players are weirdoes anyway. And you wouldn�t tell.� Operations was hoping it wouldn�t have to come to that. The Operations before him had chewed him out big time in front of everyone because of that mistake--and it continued to haunt him because Madeline had a mind like an Elephant--she never forgot *anything*.
�I would. Now will you dance with me or not?� Knowing Madeline would go through with her threat, Operations reluctantly gave her his hand and let her lead him towards the others.
Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring.
Seems he was troubled by just one thing.
He opened the lid and shook his fist, and said,
"What ever happened to the Transylvania Twist?"
It's now the Mash.....The monster mash.....
you do the mash....the monster mash....
Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band, and
my Monster Mash is the hit of the land. For the living,
this mash was meant too. When you get to my door, tell
them Boris sent you! Then you can Mash.......
Then you can Monster Mash....
you do the mash.....the monster mash....
End of Part 1
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