4. Boogie

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Boogie

W e saw her walking up to the ticket booth. I told one of the guys to pay for her ticket, a spot on the tour and whatever else she wanted. When she walked into the town, the men in charge of welcoming the people by scaring them or stalking them spotted her.

One of them put his hand on her and I was about to go beat his ass when King whistled, shaking his head at the guy. He quickly let go of her, walking away. We followed her, passing by the idiot who had touched her. King threatened to chop off his hand if he pulled that shit again. I growled behind King, ready to do it now.

Most people who worked for us had no clue who we were but those who had good survival instincts, knew not to fuck with us, especially me. The guy babbled several apologies before King was satisfied he wouldn’t do it again.

As much as we wanted to stick together, King had to run off to take care of a problem and to get ready for our first victim. I didn't have to be ready for another forty-five minutes, so I continued to follow her, knowing exactly where she was going.

The merry-go-round came into view, and I decided to stay back until she got on the ride. I wanted her to think no one was here until she was trapped on the ride. When it was her turn to get on, I walked up to the gate. It was like she was in tune with me because she immediately looked over her shoulder to see me.

Her eyes widened a bit before she got on, like nothing had happened. It irked me until she passed by glancing at me, she couldn't hide her curiosity. My heart beat a little faster while I decided what to do. When she passed me again, I jumped the fence, nodding at Sam the creepy clown before getting on the ride. I could picture her looking for me and I wanted her to be caught off guard. I passed a couple and a few other people rounding the corner to where I knew she was.

She was standing up looking for me, then like earlier she turned around to see me. I didn’t have time to admire what she had worn this year, too caught up in following her. She still had similar doll makeup, but this year she had a shorter patchwork dress that had slits on each thigh, and it pushed her boobs up so she was almost spilling out of her dress. My cock hardened at the sight of her.

She stepped back, turning around, weaving in and out of the horses and other creepy shit. I leisurely walked towards her when the couple looked at me again in confusion. My mystery girl was still trying to get away on the spinning ride and each turn was just building anticipation. I changed direction quickly, catching her off guard. It was too late for her to run around the other way as I trapped her against a dead horse.

This was the closest I had ever been to her; she smelled sweet like cherries and apples. Her eyes looked just as dark as King’s, her lips were full and red. She bit her lower lip as I towered over her, caging her with my arms, resting them on the horse.

The bass and vocals of the music was haunting, building, just like my need for her. Her chest moved faster the closer I leaned towards her. There was a slight ring signaling the end of the ride, and all I wanted to do was stay here even if I had to close the damn ride.

When we came to a full stop, I leaned back to give her space, expecting her to come with me until she quickly walked away. She was quick and quiet, and before I knew it, she was on the other side of the gate. Her eyes sparkled with mischief igniting my need to chase her, to dominate her, to bring her to her fucking knees.

Taking a deep breath, I gave her a moment to think she had one-upped me, putting my hands in my pocket walking off the ride. I saw her skipping into the mirror maze and I got so fucking hard for her that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold back if I caught her in there. Images of fucking her against the mirror, seeing her from every angle, made me walk faster.

It was still early in the evening and the Mirror Maze wasn’t full, but there were some people in there. Once they saw me, a few of them scurried off. One of the reasons I wore my mask was I had been told my face is angelic. No one fears an angelic face, but I also hated being pretty.

Look at this pretty boy. This face and ass, no wonder people pay so much for you.

I shivered from the memory. Most people thought being beautiful was a perk, but to me, it had always been my nightmare. I wore my mask to keep me safe, to keep my demons at bay and so my “beauty” never fucked me over again.

My neck prickled from attention, and I knew it was her. She was behind me in one of the dead ends, I continued to walk in the hope that she would think I was leaving. Keeping my hands in my pockets to appear non-threatening, I resumed down the maze, knowing exactly how to get out. I paused to see if she stayed in her spot or if she was going to follow me.

A flash of red appeared behind me. I instinctively wanted to turn around to find her, but I wanted her to think she was safe, to give her the illusion that she was in control. This way, when I captured her, she was caught off guard.

When I saw a flash of red again, I backtracked like I was lost, looking back and forth until I saw a sliver of her in the mirror. Before she had a chance to move, I ran to her, catching her by surprise. Her eyes grew big, as she turned around to escape me about to run into a mirror, when I pulled her back.

She gasped when our bodies collided. Her ass was so close to my cock. I had one arm around her waist, snaking my other hand up her torso in between her tits, setting my hand around her throat. We looked at each other in the mirror while I imagined all of the dirty things I wanted to do to her.

We were suspended in this moment, until she pushed her ass against me. Our height difference was very noticeable. I was hunched over so her ass brushed against my dick in a hot way. I wanted to moan to show her how much she affected me except I wanted her to work for it.

She pushed against me again, and I met her with a thrust. The small gasp that left her lips had me wanting to hear her when I finally got to slide my dick into her cunt. My other hand slid down to her skirt, parting her slit that was so high up I could she her hip bone. Her breathing became hitched as I slid my hand down her thigh and back up again, getting closer to her pussy.

I thrust into her one more time, teasing, tightening my grip around her throat, coming so close to her cunt when I heard someone walking through the maze. She pushed back against me, and I let her, standing back as she had also heard the people in the maze.

We couldn't stop looking at each other until we heard voices, and she ran out of the maze. I followed her, feeling like Michael Myers stalking her at a slow pace while she worked to get out of the maze. Just the feeling of her against me kept me hard, wanting more. My cock jerked with anticipation.

She went down the wrong turn and cornered herself again, laughing when she had to turn around. I reached for her as she passed me to go the right way. This made her squeal, and I don’t know why she was having this reaction as I stalked her.

I should be menacing, she should be scared, but all she did was laugh. It only made me want to push her, see how far I could go before she got scared. Her screams were mine tonight. The exit was in sight when she ran faster and that's when my phone vibrated, and I could no longer chase my little doll. Taking my phone out to see a message.

Mars: Show time.

I was disappointed, seeing her run to the left disappearing behind the hall of mirrors. Every part of me wanted to chase and scare her until she screamed for me. I could already picture the struggle she was going to give me, and the sooner I got my work done, the sooner I could start my night with her. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the haunted house, but I glanced back one more time seeing King following her and I couldn’t help the grin on my face wondering what he was going to do to her.