He nods and lets out a satisfied sigh. “This is going to be the best Halloween party ever.”
Chapter Two
It seems like there are endless details for this party, and not all of them are fun ones. Nathan arches his brow when I dump a collection of shopping bags on the couch. “What’s all that?”
“It’s part of my costume for the party. The most important part really.”
He tips his head to the side. “But you already have the costume.”
I scowl and plop down on the sofa next to the bags.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well you know all those Zumba classes I missed because of all my production and merchandising meetings? And failed diet attempts the last few weeks?” I look down at the floor and shake my head.
“But Brooke, you’ve been so busy…”
I throw my hands up in exasperation. “I know! But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t fit into my costume.”
His expression falls and he rubs his chin with his hand. “Oh I see. So is it another costume in those bags?”
“No. It’s reinforcement. It’s the latest state-of-the-art undergarments designed to tighten up everything so I look sleek as a seal.”
Nathan’s face scrunches up. “That sounds uncomfortable.”
I nod. “You have no idea.”
“I’ve always wondered, when everything gets tightened up…exactly where does it go?”
Leave it to my creative boyfriend to wonder such things. “I don’t know handsome, it goes inward I guess.”
“That can’t be. I mean what about your internal organs. It has to go somewhere else.”
I reach into the bag and pull out the package and point to the illustration on the front. “See with this one it sucks in everything below my waist and my thighs.”
“But what if when you put it on the stuff squeezes out and gives you massive calves?”
Is he serious? I give him a bug-eyed look. “Well then I can go to the party dressed as the Hulk. Or I can resort to the most extreme.”
His wide eyes actually look full of fear. “And that would be?”
I fish around in the bag and pull out the largest package. “The full body suit.”
“Head to toe?” he asks with a gasp.
“Yes. Even my toes will look thinner.”
“Surely this isn’t necessary,” he insists as he steps away from the package. “Are you sure your costume doesn’t fit?”
“Abundantly. But at least I’ll look presentable for your party…our party.” I quickly correct myself.
He reaches out for me with an empathetic look. “Oh baby, don’t do this to yourself. We’ll figure something else out.”
I’m so disappointed in myself and I throw my hands over my eyes and start to cry. He pushes the packages on the floor and sits down and pulls me into his arms.
“Don’t cry, Brooke. Please don’t cry.”
I sniffle into his shoulder.
“If it makes you feel any better I’m having costume issues too.”
I lift my head up and face him. “You are? You don’t like your Superman costume? It was the nicest one I could find.”
He shakes his head. “No it’s not that.”
I watch the blush move across his cheeks. “It’s just too…revealing.”
I blush too knowing how well-endowed Nathan is. “Oh…that.”
He nods somberly. “I’m pretty sure I’d never hear the end of it from the guys.”
“But doesn’t that make you look even more like a Superhero?” I grin widely.
He kisses the top of my head and sighs. “To you it does.”
I pull away from him and gently nudge him forward. “I want to see. Can you try it on for me?”
“Oh God. Now?” he asks with a horrified look.
“Yes, I insist.”
He lifts off the couch slowly like he’s still trying to figure out how to get out of it. I push him on the ass. “Go on now. I’m waiting.”
I’ve scrolled through my entire Facebook feed before I realize how long this is taking. “Nathan?” I call out.
“Coming.” His voice is very tentative.
When he steps into the living room I frown. “No fair!”
He shrugs. “It’s authentic.” He looks down and unbuttons his white dress shirt one more notch and pulls it open further to expose the Superman S shield on his chest.
I fold my arms over my chest. “You’re not wearing a Clark Kent suit over your uniform, Nathan!”
He gives me a guilty look. “I know — it’s cheating.”
“Is that fair to your guests? If Andy is brave enough to wear spandex tights among his peers you have to be brave too.”
“But I’m pretty sure Andy doesn’t have a package like I do.”
“I’d rather not think about that.” I wave him over. “Here, I want to see.”
With resignation he steps forward and holds his arms up, letting out a sigh. “If you must.”
I start by pushing the jacket off his shoulders and pulling it off. The shirt comes next. But when I trace my fingers along his waistband and start to unzip the fly, I look up at him and see fire in his eyes. I slowly pull his slacks down.
“Oh my,” I whisper before biting my lip. I look up at him with desire in my eyes too.
“The way you’re looking at me is only going to make this worse,” he says gesturing at a situation that is going to test the very spandex stretch limits of his costume.
I look up at him with a guilty smile. “Sorry about that.”
He looks over at my purchases. “Hey, what if I wore one of those things under my costume. Do you have one that’s just the panty area?”
My mouth gapes open. “I do — I got every kind, but won’t that hurt to have your manly parts pushed inward?”
He shrugs. “If you’re willing to suffer for our party I will too. I’m the one that got us into this mess.”
I search through the package and then pull out what he’s looking for. “Okay…here you go. I can’t wait to see this.”
He looks pale and a little scared when he takes the package, but still turns and heads toward the bedroom.
Several minutes pass and there’s no sign of him. Maybe he needs my help. I knock softly on the bedroom door. “You okay in there?”
“I don’t know. This is disturbing.” His voice sounds tight.
“Can I see? I promise to be good.”
“No laughing?”
“I promise.” When he doesn’t respond I slowly push the door open. He’s standing in the corner on the far side of the room.
He slowly lifts his arms up. “I don’t know about this, Brooke.”
“You’re too far away — I can’t see. Come here, handsome.”
I have to press my mouth shut tight as he walks toward me. He’s moving like he has a stick up his ass. I’ve never seen him move so awkwardly.
When he gets close I can’t help clapping my hand over my mouth and gasping. My free hand gestures to his crotch.
“What?” he asks with an alarmed expression.
“Where did it go? How tight was that girdle?”
He brushes the sheen of sweat off his forehead. “It’s not just that. I did that tucking thing that I heard drag queens do. That’s not easy to do. Nathan junior is wedged between my legs and let me tell you, he isn’t happy about it.”
“I bet.” I can’t take my eyes away from the miracle of spandex and tucking.
“What?”
I hold back a giggle. “You look like a eunuch.”
“Gee, thanks. But do you think this will work?”
I shake my head fiercely. “No way. It’s false advertising of the most unflattering kind. Besides you wouldn’t make it through an hour, let alone a whole night.” I sit down on the edge of the bed and reach out to him. “Come here. Let’s set the beast free.”
He waddles over to me and takes a deep breath as I push the blue fabric over his broad shoulders and start peeling downward.
He looks at me with gratitude brimming in his big green eyes. “Oh, thank God.”
When the Superman costume is pushed down past his thighs I run my fingertips over the flesh colored fabric where his cock used to be. “This is so wrong.”