Or, I guess, a horse. Do horses sweat? I could barely see out of it, but well enough to find my way back to the door. I pulled the door to the side an... went in to the real party.It looked a lot like the party upstairs, only quieter. There was still music, and free flowing booze, and plenty of weed. Everywhere there were cat ears, wolf masks, and fox tails, all paired with form-fitting jumpsuits with the right shades and patterns. Elise’s costume, which I thought had been fine, was definitely. There was a tiny men's bathroom in a corner at the far end of the bar. There were also a dozen or so round tables with chairs in the bar room.The back room seemed bigger. There were seating booths along the two longer walls. That room also had an entry from the parking lot. There was a wide opening between the rooms and the back wall had a sliding glass door to the patio area. The women's restroom was in the back room.On some weekends Juan would hire a local rock band and the back room was used. " He sheepishly explained that it was distracting anyways. I showed him this large but skinny book I'd brought with old scifi and horror movie posters beautifully adorning its pages. I gave it to him, knowing his obsession with MST3K and classic movies was worse than mine, and how he would appreciate it even more than a nerd like myself. He handed me a four movie dvd set of some classic horror films I was half familiar with, to borrow.We smoked a couple of bowls, first of his stuff, then of. You ready? you ask, not really waiting for an answer. Wait. I want to see myself in your eyes as I fuck you. You pull the blindfold off, and Im immediately entranced by your green eyes staring deep into my grey ones. And then you thrust forward, and I tilt my head back as the sensation rocks my body. You grab me by the hair though and forcefully make me face you again. Look at me you growl, and I stare at you in contempt, trying and failing to keep a straight face as you ravage me. It feels.