I turned up at her house that night after losing the bet.

“My rules for Halloween,” she reminded, moving to the bedroom.

“Clothes off now and eyes shut,” she ordered.

I felt her slide her warm, damp, perfumed panties up my legs.

“If you like those,” she said laughing and stroking my cock, “you’ll love your Halloween costume. Open your eyes and see.”

On the bed lay handcuffs and a butt plug.

“Ready to be my boy toy for the weekend?”

I don’t know whose smile was wider, mine or the carved pumpkin in the corner.