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Haunted House Gangbang for the Tease

By Lise Pentti

Copyright 2018 by Lise Pentti. All rights reserved. All characters are the age of eighteen and over.

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About Lise Pentti

I had to admit, I enjoyed the admiring looks that my sexy—if a bit stereotypical—French maid outfit was getting me tonight.

What I didn’t like?

How the short skirt apparently made it easy for just about every guy who passed me in the darkened halls of the haunted house to pinch my ass.

Sometimes, they weren’t just passing by.

The guy who was playing the mad doctor in one of the scenes on the first floor had already tried to feel me up, as had the guy who was supposed to be playing his “living dead” patient. If a bunch of screaming kids hadn’t come through at that very moment, I think they might have been even more hands-on.

Of course, my date for the night wasn’t much better.

I could feel Jonathon’s fingers creeping up under my skirt again, sliding along the inside of my thigh as we waited for the doorway to the next section of the house to clear enough for us to pass through.

I swatted at him. “Stop that.”

“Can’t help it, baby. You just look so fucking hot.”

Note to self: never ever go on another second date with a guy who couldn’t be bothered to use my name. Not even once.

Hell, I was pretty sure this date would have been a mistake whether he had or not.

I’m pretty sure he’d actually asked my tits out, rather than myself. He’d pretty much had my eyes glued to them during most of our conversations before tonight. I don’t think he even looked at my face more than in passing.

I shoved at him again, knocking him back against the wall of the haunted house, hard enough to make the entire makeshift structure shudder. “Back off.”

“Fucking tease.” Something dark passed in his eyes and for a moment, I wondered if I’d pushed too far. “What do you expect me to do? Act like a fucking monk when you’re dressed like that?”

That was a question that wasn’t worth answering. I turned on my heel and walked away.

The haunted house might have been built by a bunch of our fellow college students, but though it was not much more than cardboard walls held together by hot glue, it was also a confusing maze of corridors. Each area was barely lit, and false cobwebs were everywhere.

More of the ‘actors’ took their opportunities to grope me as I passed, and I was nearly pulled into a couple of the ‘scenes’ again.

They seemed much bolder now that I was alone.

I struck the Frankenstein wanna-be who was grinding his hips against my ass, wishing I could elbow him somewhere much lower.

And harder.

I managed to twist out of his grasp, nearly losing a part of my skirt in the process. As I stumbled back, past the marked-out route that the others in the haunted house were taking, I found myself in a sort of back room. Behind the scenery.

Maybe I could get out this way.

Without dealing with the horny actors.

I took one step and the floor opened up beneath me.

I screamed as I fell, but the landing wasn’t as hard as I was expecting. Oh, no. Someone had piled a couple of old mattresses underneath what I could now see had been a trapdoor.

I scrambled to my feet, but the door sealed shut above me. I wasn’t tall enough to reach it.

There had to be another way out.

I took one step off the mattress and was instantly grabbed from behind. A very large hand clamped over my mouth, cutting off my scream, and I was held against a very hard and very aroused male body.


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