It was Halloween Evening and all of the adult masquerade parties were in full physcally-distant ghoul.

The fish in the aquarium tank were agitated and kept seemingly trying to jump out! Since I didn’t feel like cleaning the tank, I decided to just add some distilled water from my electric kettle to top it off.

I could hear the neighbor’s party guests outside; maybe it was breaking up or they were just spreading-out to keep safe, when I heard a knock at the door. I peeked and saw a copper-skinned woman who I did not recognize, in a seemingly brown fur coat. Looking like a bear and figuring she was lost or looking for the neighbor’s party, I decided to ignore it and went back into the living room, closing the vestibule door behind me.

Soon another knock and then I heard a key in the door lock. Grabbing my ole boy scout knife/letter opener, I quietly neared the doorway to confront this intruder, when suddenly the door opened. It was that same female lady and now that I flicked the porch light upon her, I recognized the full length pumpkin-orange woolen coat! Her faintly Asian eyes flashed at me knowingly, through a sequined silver partial costume mask and Covid-19 mouth.

“Hey, you’re the one from the job! What the hell are you doing here!?” I said.
“I told you I was gonna make a copy…” She replied.

I looked her up and down. She was super-attractive, brown-skinned about five foot seven with wavy-curly, while yet straight-down hairdo and carrying a spooky plastic orange Halloween “Trick or Treat” shopping pouch.

“Tanya, right? From Goodwill… You wasn’t bullshittin’ when you said you’d copy my key..” I said.
“I told you..”
“How’d you do that? I was watching you the whole time you was in my cubicle. I asked.

I was working a part-time, temporary assignment with Goodwill administration as a Media Consultant. It was a hen house; so many females and very few men working there – except in the part dedicated to helping armed service Veterans – most of them didn’t flirt overtly, but my intuition told me that this one was curious (“yellow”).
My first impulse was to toss her out. After-all, she was uninvited and it was after midnight. I decided to mess with her for a minute for my amusement and possibly teach her ass a lesson.

“Nice coat. So you just show up?”
Her curly-lipped smile was slightly impish.
“Would you like to rest your coat?”

She peeled it off to reveal an orange lingerie bikini , nothing else.

“Hmmm, nice. But it doesn’t match your lipstick.”
“Thank you, never mind that” she smiled.
“What you got in that trick or treat bag to get me going? Maybe a li’l sniff?” I said, for shock value.
“Let me check. May I sit down?…”
She then did a 180, bending over, her bikini-clad ass almost inches from my growing bulge, as she rifled through one of her Halloween-colored bags. I wondered aloud if her costume was that of a “Bag Lady”. She chuckled as I snickered, “C’mon! Maybe you’ll find out, but I value your friendship either way.”

What the fuck did that mean on Halloween? Is this bitch an evil witch? Or a switch-hitter?

Its your turn, dear reader…
What do you think she pulls out of that bag? Does she have me a treat? Or does she turn a trick?