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Free booze, rough sex, and a night out of the apartment seemed like an ideal way to rid Chastity of all boredom and intrusive thoughts. She lovedSummer Love, but she’d seen this entire season three times already. Soon, she’d be able to recite it along with the show.

Her stomach growled again. She imagined the party, and her mind drifted to countertops full of cheese plates and salami. She could go for a beer, a good lay, or a bag of Doritos all the same.

CHASTITY: Do you have a costume I could borrow?

RACHEL: Sure! But it’s gonna be skanky and covered in glitter.

CHASTITY: Perfect. Send me your address. I’ll head over now and get changed.

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Chastity slipped out ofRachel’s sedan onto the frost-stiff dead grass. The late spring night still had a bite to it. Fogged breath oozed from their cherry-red lipstick-covered mouths. Rachel was dressed like a sexy feline. It was as if she were the lead actor in a strip club presentation of the musicalCATS.

Chastity wore aLittle Red Riding Hoodget-up. She donned a short, red cloak, hem so high up her thighs it barely covered her rear. Cleavage peeked out over the top of her ruffled, white sleeveless blouse, cinched at the waist by a corset. Red thigh-highs were held in place by garters. A pair of worn, white cowboy boots met them in the middle of her shin.

Flickering lights glinted through the worn slats on the side of the massive barn, coaxing the women in from the stirred-up dust of the dirt parking lot.

Several men laughed at the entrance of the barn door, each with a bottle of beer in their hands. As Chastity and Rachel approached, the men couldn’t keep their eyes off them. Chastity smiled bashfully at the much-needed attention.

Inside the barn, a wild, costumed party was in full swing. The interior was rustic. Streamers draped from the center of the ceiling to the walls. A twirling golden party light hung on a chain from the middle, spinning on a motor like a disco ball. The dirt floor was hard from the cold and packed tight from the foot traffic. Hay bales provided seating along the walls, and picnic tables were scattered along one side. In the middle, people line danced to a country song that blared from mounted speakers. Body heat and drunken laughter filled the space.

Against the back wall, a bartender in a Zorro mask noisily shook a cocktail shaker.

“Oooh. I see a bar. Want something?” Chastity asked.

“Nah, I’m gonna split off. Do a round. See what’s good. Try to do some recon on where the best beefcake is at.”

Chastity laughed, blew Rachel a kiss, and made her way through the costumed horde toward the bar. Stools made of halved whiskey barrels with wooden legs lined a bar inhabited by men in a variety of costumes.

She leaned over the worn wood to flirt with the bartender. Several of the men behind her eyed the bottom bit of her bare ass cheeks, now visible below the cape’s edge.

“Eyes forward if you wanna keep them in your fucking heads,” a familiar voice growled, a blanket threat to all the gawking patrons.

Chastity turned in time to see the men averting their gazes. She twisted toward the source of the stern order and felt a smile break out across her lips despite her desire to keep it stifled.

Barrett Andrews.

Small world.

Even smaller town…

There he stood, six-foot-four-inches of muscled physique in a leather jacket, tight black jeans, and white tee, hair slicked.

“Let me guess… Danny Zuko?” She smirked.

“Oddly enough, I came straight from work. I just cleaned a lady’sovenin this. Client was obsessed withGrease. She stood around watching me in apoodleskirt.”

“No, she didn’t.”

“I shit you not!” he exclaimed.

“In retrospect, Little Red, I should’ve come as awolfbecause, God damn, you lookgood enough to eat.”

Heat bloomed in her belly when his eyes lingered on her.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“It’s an open bar,Stud,” she said mockingly in the voice of Olivia-Newton. “They’re free.”

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