This is an original story of mine. You can find more on my tumblr, http://daddysdespot.tumblr.com where I occasionally post stories. Hope you enjoy!
A ghost ran his hand over the curve of my ass and tried to cop a feel as I bent over the bar, trying to get the bartender’s attention. I batted away his sheet covered hand, and rolled my eyes. I couldn't deck him, as it was quite possible it was my pervy old boss, Rodney, beneath the white bed sheet, and departmental politics dictated we not punch co-workers.
A Halloween party for work was not exactly my idea of a rocking Friday evening, but I’d sucked it up and played along when our social chair had sent out the invite suggesting that we have a “non-mandatory” after-hours party at a bar. And although it was officially non-mandatory, realistically, it was one of those things where everyone gets on your case if you don’t show up.
So, I’d dutifully complied, and even agreed to dress up in a dorky costume. I’d run to the crappy seasonal costume store after work and searched through the picked over costumes that were left.