A Pricey Trick in Ashford Heights

The jack-o'-lantern on the Whitfield's porch had a carved smirk that matched Aubrey's exactly. She stood under the iron gas lamp at the entrance to the Ashford Heights development, her tall frame wrapped in a glossy black latex nurse's dress that stopped four inches above her knee. The white cross on the chest was crooked on purpose. Her blond hair was pinned up with two chrome hemostats.

Riley adjusted the laces on her red satin corset. It pushed her 34C breasts up into a shelf that made her collarbone look like an invitation. The matching thong was already riding high on her hips, and the devil horns on her head had tiny LED lights in the tips. Maya stood beside her, wearing a schoolgirl skirt that was more belt than skirt, a white blouse tied under her chest, and knee socks with the tops rolled down. Her blond ponytail swung when she laughed.

"You picked the rich district for a reason," Topanga said. She was still in her long wool coat, arms crossed, brown eyes scanning the wide lawns and Tesla charging stations. "And I still don't understand why I agreed to this." "Because Cory took Auggie and Ava to the other neighborhood," Maya said. "And because you told us at the sorority house that you missed being a little bad."

Topanga's mouth opened, then closed. She was fifty-one and still had the same compact, curvy build that made her the center of every room she walked into. Her brown hair was down, and under the coat she was wearing what Aubrey had picked out for her: a French maid costume in black satin with a white lace apron, fishnet stockings, and heels that added three inches to her short frame.

Aubrey held up the large canvas Halloween bag. It was already open. "Here's the game. Every house that gives us candy, we keep walking. But every house that gives us money—" "We deposit an article of clothing," Riley finished. She was already warm between her thighs, the October air cool on the exposed tops of her breasts. "And the next house sees more skin."

Topanga shook her head slowly. "You three are going to be naked by the third driveway." "Then we better hope the rich people are cheap," Maya said, and grabbed Riley's hand. The first house was a stone colonial with a wrought-iron gate. A man in a sweater vest dropped two full-size chocolate bars into the bag and said, "Great costumes, ladies." No money. They kept walking.

The second house had a Tesla in the driveway and a woman handing out organic fruit snacks. She looked at Aubrey's latex dress, then at Topanga's maid costume, and pressed a twenty-dollar bill into the bag. "Thank you," Aubrey said sweetly. Then she reached behind her back, unzipped the latex dress, and let it peel down her long torso. Her 35C breasts swung free, nipples already hard in the cool air. She folded the dress into a neat square and dropped it into the bag. She was wearing nothing underneath except a black garter belt and stockings.

"Holy shit," Maya whispered. Riley felt her own pussy clench. She had seen Aubrey naked before—at the rooftop patio, at the penthouse, during the strip blackjack game—but watching her strip on a public sidewalk in the middle of a rich neighborhood was something else entirely.

Topanga's eyes were wide. "Aubrey." "Rules are rules," Aubrey said, and started walking toward the next house, her bare ass catching the light from a motion sensor. The third house was a modern glass box. A woman in yoga pants gave them a ten and a small bag of pretzels. Maya stepped forward, untied her blouse, and pulled it off over her head. Her 34C breasts were small and firm, with nipples that pointed slightly upward. She dropped the blouse into the bag.

Riley could not stop staring. Maya caught her looking and winked. The fourth house was a brick colonial with a circular driveway. A man in his forties opened the door and stared for a long moment at the four women on his porch—one in a devil corset, one topless in a schoolgirl skirt, one completely naked except for stockings and a garter belt, and one in a French maid costume that was starting to look very warm.

"Trick or treat," they said together. He laughed, went inside, and came back with a fifty-dollar bill. "This is the best Halloween I've had in years." Riley untied the back of her corset. It took three tries because her hands were shaking. When it came loose, her breasts dropped free, and the cool air made her gasp. Her nipples were dark pink and already tight. She dropped the corset into the bag.
"Now we're even," she said to Maya. "Not even close," Maya said.

The next house had a long driveway lined with pumpkins. An older couple gave them candy and a twenty. Topanga stood very still for a long moment. Then she unzipped the side of her maid costume and let it fall to her ankles. She was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties underneath. Her 36C breasts strained against the lace, and her thighs were thick and smooth above the fishnet stockings. "There," Topanga said. "I'm a slut like you three. Happy?" "Ecstatic," Aubrey said.

The game accelerated after that. Every house with a twenty or more meant another piece of clothing gone. Maya lost her skirt. Riley lost her thong. Aubrey lost her garter belt. Topanga lost her bra. By the time they reached the cul-de-sac at the end of the street, all four of them were completely naked except for their heels and stockings, and the Halloween bag was heavy with cash.

"This is insane," Topanga said, but she was laughing, and her nipples were so hard they looked painful. Riley could feel the wetness running down the inside of her thigh. She had been aroused since the second house, and now she was standing naked in a stranger's driveway with her wife, her best friend, and her mother-law, and all she could think about was touching someone.

Aubrey pulled them behind a large hedge at the end of the cul-de-sac. There was a pool house there, dark and unlocked. She pushed the door open and pulled them inside. "Everyone in," Aubrey said. "I need to taste someone." The pool house smelled like chlorine and cedar. There was a long leather couch against one wall and a stack of pool floats in the corner. Aubrey pushed Riley onto the couch and dropped to her knees between Riley's legs. She didn't wait. She pressed her mouth directly against Riley's wet pussy and started licking. Riley moaned and grabbed Aubrey's hair. "Fuck, Aubrey."

Maya climbed onto the couch next to Riley and kissed her hard. Maya's tongue pushed into Riley's mouth, and Riley could taste the candy they had eaten earlier. Maya's hand found Riley's breast and squeezed, rolling the nipple between her fingers.

Topanga stood by the door for a moment, watching. Then she walked over and knelt behind Aubrey. She put her hands on Aubrey's bare ass and spread her cheeks. Aubrey moaned against Riley's clit. "You like being watched," Topanga said. It was not a question. Aubrey lifted her head just long enough to say, "I like being touched more."

Topanga slid two fingers inside Aubrey from behind. Aubrey gasped and buried her face back between Riley's legs. Riley could feel Aubrey's tongue flicking fast over her clit, and the pressure of Topanga's fingers inside Aubrey was making Aubrey grind her hips.

Maya pulled back from the kiss and looked down at Riley's face. "You're so wet. I can hear it."
"Then do something about it," Riley said. Maya swung her leg over Riley's face and lowered herself down. Riley grabbed Maya's hips and pulled her pussy onto her mouth. Maya tasted sweet and salty at the same time, and Riley licked up from her opening to her clit in one long stroke.

The four of them moved together in the dark pool house. Aubrey ate Riley's pussy while Topanga fingered Aubrey from behind. Riley ate Maya while Maya rocked against her face. The sounds were wet and obscene—sucking, moaning, the slap of skin on skin.

Aubrey pulled back and replaced her mouth with three fingers. She pushed them inside Riley and curled them upward. Riley cried out against Maya's clit, and Maya's thighs tightened around her head. "That's it," Aubrey said. "Come on my fingers, Riley. I want to feel it." Riley came hard. Her whole body shook, and she soaked Aubrey's hand. The orgasm rolled through her in waves, and she kept licking Maya through it, desperate to make Maya come too.

Maya's breathing changed. Her hips stuttered. "Oh fuck, Riley, right there, don't stop—" Maya came with a sharp cry, grinding down onto Riley's mouth. Riley held her hips and kept licking until Maya pulled away, gasping.

Topanga had not stopped. She was now lying on the floor with Aubrey on top of her, their legs tangled, rubbing their pussies together. Topanga's hands were on Aubrey's breasts, squeezing hard, and Aubrey was riding her with a desperate rhythm. Riley watched them, still catching her breath. Maya crawled over and kissed Riley's wet mouth. "That was so hot."

"Look at them," Riley whispered. Aubrey and Topanga were both close. Topanga's back arched off the floor, and she grabbed Aubrey's hips and pulled her down harder. Aubrey threw her head back and came with a guttural moan, and Topanga followed a second later, her whole body clenching.

The pool house went quiet except for their breathing. They lay there for a while, tangled together on the leather couch and the floor. The Halloween bag sat by the door, overflowing with cash and discarded costumes. Topanga laughed first. It was a low, breathless laugh. "We just had an orgy in a stranger's pool house." "We just won Halloween," Maya corrected.

Aubrey sat up and looked at the bag. "How much do you think we made?" Riley crawled over and dumped the bag out. There were bills everywhere—twenties, fifties, a few hundreds. She started counting. "Four hundred and twenty dollars." Maya whistled. "The rich district pays well."

Topanga sat up and looked at her own naked body, then at the pile of clothes in the bag. "So how do we get home?" Aubrey grinned. "Same way we got here. But now we don't have to stop at any houses." Riley pulled Maya close and kissed her shoulder. "I love you." Maya smiled. "I love you too. Even when you make me walk naked through a rich neighborhood." "Especially then," Riley said.

They gathered their clothes—what was left of them—and put on only what was absolutely necessary. Riley wore her corset unzipped and open. Maya tied her blouse around her waist. Aubrey carried her latex dress over one arm. Topanga wrapped the maid costume around her shoulders like a cape.

They walked out of the pool house and back down the long driveway. The moon was high, and the street was empty. Somewhere in the distance, a group of kids was laughing. At the end of the street, Topanga stopped and looked back at the houses with their glowing pumpkins and flickering candles.
"Next year," she said, "we're bringing a bigger bag."

Aubrey laughed. "Next year, we're going to the gated community." Maya grabbed Riley's hand and pulled her toward the car. "Next year, I'm being the nun." Riley looked at her. "The nun?" "Think about it. More clothes to take off."

They all laughed, naked and happy and still sticky with each other, and drove home with the windows down and the heater on full blast. The Halloween bag sat in the back seat, stuffed with money and memories, and Riley thought that this was probably the best trick-or-treating night of her entire life. Especially since she had her wife and mother naked.