Petra finally noticed me. Andrea was standing next to her. I stared straight into Petra's eyes and began walking down the stairs.

Petra had come as a vampire. She looked pretty hot, I had to admit. There was a white streak running through her hair, and she was dressed all in leather with stark makeup and a line of red running from the corner of her mouth.

I stalked straight towards her, slowly, and she watched me the entire way. When I was about four feet from her, I veered to her side and said in a husky voice, "There you are, my pet. I was getting... lonely." I tossed the whip over Andrea and pulled her to me again. She was still sporting my lipstick mark on her left side, so I leaned forward and gave it a matching mark on her right.

I let her go and looked around. "I see you have brought me more pets to play with."

I turned to Petra and pointedly looked her up and down, being incredibly obvious about it. "I may decide to play with this one," I said, glancing over at Andrea. I looked around the room. "And perhaps others."

And then I walked away with my tail slowly swishing back and forth.

Petra never said a word.

I worked the room. The entire house, actually. I stepped into the powder room for a moment and refreshed my lipstick, then went looking for Karen. She was also a witch. Her costume wasn't bad. When I found her, she was manning the door, letting guests in and passing out candy to the kids. She had her back to me when I approached her, so I reached out with the end of the whip and tickled her ear.

She turned around and stared.

"Felicia?"

I wrapped my whip around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Hello, pet," I told her.

She began to blush.

I stepped closer and adorned her neck with my lips. She stood there, stunned, when I stepped away.

The doorbell rang. I answered it. Three little kids were being taken around by their mom. The kids shrieked at my costume. I handed out candy to the kids and leered at their mom. I think she blushed before she hurried away with her charges.

I answered the doorbell twice more. The first was another set of kids, a little older, and no one with them old enough to tease. The third was a client with her husband. I looked them both up and down before letting them in.

Karen has a glass of wine and kept staring at me over the rim of it. I turned to her, then reached out and pulled on her hand holding the wine. I left a clear set of lip prints when I drank from her glass, my eyes never leaving hers.

When no one was looking, I applied a fresh supply of lipstick.

Karen finally pulled herself together enough to say, "Holy shit, Felicia."

I leered at her then stepped closer to her and said, "I'll find you again later, my pet."

She giggled when I stepped away.

I found my own glass of wine, then went back to finding people to tease.

Renea Impressions isn't long on men, but there were three at the party I'd met before. They were standing together talking. I walked up to them and they all turned and stared at me. Two of them were cocky and I hadn't really liked them at work, but the last one was kind of quiet. I walked straight to him and said, "I had a nice time the other night." Then I adorned his neck before walking away. I completely ignored the other two.

I kept my hands off the clients, but I eventually got my ass pinched. I turned around and there was what is best described as a little old lady standing there trying to look innocent. I kissed her cheek then fixed my makeup.

"If I were forty years younger," she said as I walked away. I grinned.

I completely ignored Petra for the first two hours, although I made sure she saw me. At one point I found her in the living room talking to someone I didn't know. I walked past her then stepped up to Ben, one of our clients I knew was gay, and flirted my ass off with him.

Halfway through the conversation he stepped very close to me and quietly asked me with whom I was really flirting. I laughed and asked if anyone was watching me. He scanned the room over my shoulder and said, "I'm not sure. Some of the guys have been checking out your tail. Or your ass. I'm not sure which."

I laughed.

"Petra keeps glancing at you."

I smiled.

"Petra? Really?"

"I'm not her type," I said.

"Oh honey," he said. "Tonight you are everybody's type."

I said quietly. "I had a pashmina to, well, tone this all down a little, but Andrea stole it."

"Next year maybe a faux fur stole," he suggested.

I grinned. "I think it's time to work the room again."

"She's right behind you about ten feet," he said, winking at me.

I'd been nursing the same glass of wine for the entire evening. I finished it off and set it aside. I didn't want to get sloppy and would switch to water or soda next.

I turned around and caught her looking at me. I hadn't used the tail for anything except letting it swish back and forth on it's own, so I reached down with my left hand and held the switch. The tail swished to my right then pointed straight ahead.

"You," I said quietly, advancing on her. "I caught you checking out my tail."

"Felicia," she said quietly once I was standing in front of her. "It wasn't your tail I was checking out."

"Maybe it's time to play with you for a while," I said, staring at her cleavage. I used the tip of my whip to herd her backwards. A sofa was free, and I guided her straight to it. She sat down, and I perched on the sofa next to her, one hand casually playing with her hair.

I flirted with her outrageously. She flirted back. She let me leave a bright red lipstick mark on her neck. She smelled wonderful. I took her wine from her and left bright red lipstick marks on the rim when I drank it half down. I handed it back to her and smiled.

"Did you drive?" she asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Did you drive?"

"No. Karen did."

"All right," she said.

I eyed her suspiciously. "I've had one sip from Karen's, one glass of my own, which I've nursed for two hours, and a partial glass I stole from you. Why are you being a fuddy-duddy?"

"Oh hell," she said. "You didn't notice."

"Notice what?"

"Dillon and Mike have been taking turns refilling your glass. I saw them do it three times."

"Seriously?" I asked. She nodded. "Oh hell. I thought I could trust everyone here. Did they put anything in it?"

"No, but I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Am I drunk?"

"I don't think so, but I wouldn't want you driving."

"Those assholes. How do they know I'm not driving?" My eyes started to burn. "Am I going to get fired or embarrass Andrea if I go embarrass the hell out of them?"

"No."

"Can I be crude?"

"Yes."

"Will you flirt with me some more after?"

She laughed. "I'd love to." She looked around the room. "The clients here won't get offended."

I slowly climbed off of her and stood up. I felt pretty steady, but now that Petra had told me, I could tell I'd had more to drink than I would have preferred, and I hadn't been eating. I wandered the room once more. I collected a fresh glass of wine. I teased Karen for a moment then whispered to her, "I'm about to kill Dillon and Mike. Please go warn Andrea."

"I think Petra already is," she said.

I glanced over and found them. They were standing next to each other. I raised an eyebrow and Andrea nodded.

I turned and found Mike and Dillon. They were watching me. Assholes.

I turned back and kissed Karen's neck again and used it to warn her, "I'm not drunk, but it's about to look like it." Then I pulled away and examined her neck and grinned at her.

I turned back to Mike and Dillon and began walking to them, intentionally just a little bit unsteady. I took a sip from my wine. I really didn't want it.

"Mike," I said. "I saw your girlfriend the other night." Then I pulled away. "Or was she Dillon's? Oh, that's right. You're both paying her. Mike, did you start using that cream she told you about." I gestured and splashed wine down his front. "And Dillon, is the therapist helping you with your little, well, your little thing?" I splashed the rest of the wine on him.

"What the hell?" Dillon said.

"Oopsie," I said. "I think I've had a little too much wine. I could have sworn I only had one." I paused. "I'm sure no one would have been filling my glass when I wasn't looking. Because that would be dangerous if I were driving. I'm sure there's no one in the room who has to try to get a girl drunk to have a chance with her. You two, after all, just have to pay the girls to spend time with you."

Then I turned my back and stepped away.

The room had grown silent.

I walked calm and steady to Andrea. "Will you please call me a cab?"

"Wait, Felicia," Petra said very quietly. I nodded. Then she raised her voice. "You two. Leave. Now. In my office Monday, nine AM. We'll see whether Renea wants to keep you employed."

"We didn't mean anything," Mike said.

"Shut up," Petra said. "You may be needing lawyers, and they won't be happy if you confess in full of an entire room."

They practically ran from the house.

I turned to Andrea. "I guess I bit off more than I could chew. I'm sorry."

"Hush," she said. "Renea's been looking for an excuse to get rid of those two for some time."

I took a deep breath. "How drunk am I?"

"Just a little tipsy," Petra said. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew they were doing it."

Ben came over and handed me a glass. "Ginger ale," he said. "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't realize you didn't know they were doing it."

I hugged him. "Thanks. I'm fine." I took a sip. "It just ruins the effect of the costume if everything thinks I'm flirting because I'm drunk."

Petra disappeared while I was talking to Ben, but she came back with a plate of food. "I believe you promised me more flirting," she said.

I thanked Ben again and let Petra lead me to the sofa.

"Sit," she said.

"You sit," I told her. "The tail makes sitting tricky."

She laughed and sat. I perched next to her and let her feed me for a while. We flirted a little bit, but I couldn't get back into character.

"Bah," I said. "I was going to try to stay in character all night. Now I'm all self-conscious."

She smiled and popped a grape into my mouth.

I held it in my mouth and had a huge urge to kiss her and feed it to her. I looked away and ate the grape. Petra and I continued to talk and I started to relax.

Periodically my tail would twitch over to her side, catching her attention for a moment. I grinned. "Pretty kick ass costume, isn't it?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "I love the... horns."

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure that's the best part." I paused. "Petra, am I going to be all the gossip Monday?"

"Yes," she said. "You're going to be Andrea's smoking hot assistant who kicked Mike's and Dillon's asses."

I grinned. "You think I'm smoking hot?"

She grinned back. "No, of course not. But everyone else does."

I laughed.

The party was starting to die down. About half the guests had left. I looked around the room and there were plates and glasses everywhere.