“Nice costume, dude!” remarked the impish Chinese girl dressed as Jackie O.
“Thanks!” I yelled over the music and the gazillion other jocular conversations taking place around us. I winked at her and snaked my way through the obligatory bottleneck of people in the kitchen, toward the fridge. My friend Marybeth’s annual costume party was already going strong and it was only ten-thirty. I managed to grab a beer from my “secret” stash in the crisper drawer and wade carefully back through the crowd - I didn’t want to bend any pipe cleaners or mash anyone’s paper mache.
Damn. Jackie O was gone. Oh well, I assured myself. The night is young.
I could’ve easily passed the whole evening talking to friends: practically everyone I knew was here, but I was kind of on the make. This being the first big party of the spring, there were quite a few ladies who I’d seen around but never met. It was as good a time as any to move on after Dot.
Dot – Dorothy to her parents – was a girl I dated for a year or so, and we broke up a few months ago.
Okay, she dumped me.
It was hard to get over Dot because she was so much fucking fun. Literally. I mean, we had a great rapport and did a lot of different things together, but I’d never had more fun during sex with anyone! She was probably the most extroverted person I know, always clowning around and making new friends everywhere she went. She had a way of play-acting these strange skits with you, slipping into roles and joking around in ways that made even a trip to the grocery store an adventure. So naturally she took this into the bedroom with her. What started as the occasional suggestion that one of us be tied up before lovemaking evolved into elaborate role-playing. After a couple of months, we were acting out every Comic Book Superheroine in Distress scene we could think of, the campier the better.
I’d never done anything like that before, and now that she was gone I was still amazed that those things had actually happened. Girls like Dot need a lot of stimulus, and I think she left because I couldn’t keep up with her. There was no long, dramatic breakup; she just awkwardly told me one day that she wanted us to “just be friends," and that was that.
So tonight, for a few different reasons, I was wearing my supervillain costume – a faithful recreation of the outfit worn by The Puzzler on the old “Batguy” show. I think one reason was that it was right there in my closet, requiring zero preparation for this party. I was also trying to hang on to a little bit of the extra self-confidence I had when Dot was with me. It was a little pathetic and weird, I admit, to show up at a party wearing something from my sexual playground with my ex, but I was the only one who’d know that, I rationalized. Dot was out of town visiting her parents, and as far as I knew our bedroom adventures remained a secret.
Anyway, the party was at Marybeth’s huge house out in the sticks, so there were lots of rooms to check out, full of interesting people. I guess I had Dot on the brain a little more than usual, because I was watching people; noticing how some were comfortable in their attire and some weren’t. For instance, my friend Shawn was dressed as a cowboy, and he was drawling out one-liners in his best cowboy-talk and pretending to spit on the floor. Others were content to dress the part and act naturally, like Shawn’s girlfriend Ashley. She was dressed as Glenda, the Good Witch of the North. Now, that was the perfect opportunity for her to waft around, wave her little wand and make goofy pronouncements about being fucked up in Munchkinland, right? But she was just standing next to Shawn, talking in the deadpan that had earned her the nickname “Lillith."
Kara, a friend of a friend, drunkenly waved me over from across the room, interrupting my people watching. “Say bossman!” she greeted, because she was dressed like some kind of trucker.
“What up?” I answered, unable to get into character just yet.
“Not a thang, G Money,” Kara teased. “Just getting’ my drink on.” She weaved around a little, splashing vodka cranberry around.
“True, true,” I encouraged. I’d always liked just how silly I could be around Kara.
“So where’s Dot?” she asked suddenly, bringing the stupid riffing to a screeching halt.
“You didn’t hear? We broke up, like, last Thanksgiving.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” Kara moved just a hair closer to me. “I mean, that really sucks.” She laced her hands behind my neck. “What are you doing Friday?”
“Damn! You don’t waste any time do you? Let’s talk about this when you don’t look like the guy from Deliverance,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze and slipping away.
“You got a real purty mouth, boy!” she yelled after me. I liked Kara and all, but she was pretty tipsy and I didn’t want her to regret anything tomorrow, so I filed her away in my “call in the next few days” category and moved on.
I was looking for someone I’d bumped into a few times but had never been introduced to, but it was hard to tell who was who. I definitely wasn’t interested in chatting up anyone I knew – I was looking for greener pastures, if you know what I mean. I was pretty sure I spotted the girl in question on the back deck, smoking with her friends, but I couldn’t tell because, like me, she was wearing a mask. Since I didn’t even know her name, I lit up a cig and tried to suss out her identity out of the corner of my eye. She had this delicious, Good Fairy Gone Bad sort of thing going: little wings, frilly dress, magic wand and sparkly shoes. Only everything she wore was black, and her nipple rings were clearly visible from where I stood. I was working up the courage to talk to her, but she moved inside with her two friends, leaving me to shoot a few longing glances after her while trying to remain discreet. During the fourth longing glance I noticed that someone was watching me. When my eyes caught hers, she gave a tight little smile that said, Tough luck, soldier. I feel your pain. Then she went back to her conversation.
I was still staring.
She left the Little Fairy in the dust: statuesque beauty, a dimpled smile, long, tightly curled black hair and hazel eyes. What really got to me was her costume. She was dressed as Wonder Girl! All those adventures with Dot had forever changed how I felt about comic book superheroines. I suddenly wanted to talk to this girl in the worst way.
At that moment I finished my cigarette, just as Wonder Girl’s friend shook her hand and wandered inside. She seemed to consider where to mingle next, and as she surveyed the deck she noticed me watching her. The tight little smile again. I started toward her before I lost my nerve, considering my opening line. She crossed her arms, grinning, also trying to arrive at the best comment about our related costumes. She beat me to the punch.
“Well, Puzzler, I assume you’re on your best behavior tonight?”
“Whatever do you mean, Wonder Girl?” I harrumphed, not missing a beat. “I’m just here to enjoy the, ah, scenery.”
“Looks like your little Fairy got away,” she teased. “Don’t make me take you downtown for causing trouble with the ladies.” She was flirting easily with me, not meaning a word of it and clearly comfortable with herself. I liked her vibe.
“Oh, they don’t all get away,” I said, going over-the-top with my villain shtick. “You know what usually happens to Wonder Girl, don’t you?”
Behind her red mask, her eyes widened with mock fright. “No! Pray tell!” She took a swig of her beer.
“She ends up as the helpless captive of The Puzzler!” I answered gleefully, pointing my gloved finger into the air.
She did a comic take, then threw back her head and laughed. “Piper. Piper Lee.” She gripped my hand warmly and shook it once.
“Cary Ross,” I answered. And we launched into a discussion about old “Wonder Girl” episodes from the 70’s, with several tangents, as is usually the case when the conversation is beer-fueled. I found out she was a high school physics teacher, which impressed me lots, seeing as how most of the people here were computer people. She liked to rock-climb, mountain bike and snowboard, and she was very amused to find out I considered climbing a flight of stairs to be a workout. It’s not that I’m letting myself go, it’s just that I’m still a few years away from having to fight off my middle-age spread. She didn’t seem to be at that point either, but all that exercise had yielded impressive results. I tried not to be too obvious about sneaking the occasional glance at her chiseled frame. She charitably pretended not to notice.
“So do you think it’s possible?” she was asking. The conversation had turned back to “Wonder Girl," and I had to wrest my attention away from her bod again.
“Possible?” I asked, hoping she’d throw me a bone.
“Hypnosis, silly!” She punched me on the arm, just solidly enough to make me wince.
“Hey, watch the superpowers, Wonder Girl!” I protested. “Sure. It’s possible.”
She laughed, a sound I was already getting fond of, and said, “I’m gonna score us two more beers. Then I dare you to hypnotize me, Puzzler.”
She was gone before I had to conceal a peculiar mixture of awe, embarrassment and fear. On one hand, I was floored that this (very together) woman I’d just met was asking me to try to hypnotize her, and that she was already going somewhere I’d only been to with Dot. On the other hand, this was something I’d only play-acted before, and I was turning red with the mere thought of doing it on Marybeth’s back porch, in full view of the other partygoers.
After several minutes, it was starting to look like I was off the hook, because there was no sign of Piper. This caused a different set of conflicting feelings. Maybe I had creeped her out. I mean, I had been more direct than usual, and I wasn’t so drunk that I had an excuse. And maybe I’d let too much info slip during our casual conversation about superheroines in distress. I was just about to head inside to look for Fairy Girl, when something cold touched me, making me yelp.
“Sorry I was gone so long, Cary,” Piper said breathlessly behind me. I turned around as she offered the beer she’d mischievously pressed into the small of my back. “You know how the line for the ladies’ room is, and tonight we girls have these elaborate outfits to deal with…”
I grinned at her as the first set of conflicting feelings returned in full force. “Yeah, peeing as The Puzzler is quite a feat,” I conceded. Maybe I could still get out of this.
We regarded each other for a second as we sipped, each silently noting that the chemistry between us had survived a pee break.
She eyed me expectantly over her beer bottle. “So. You think you can do it?”
I knew better than to play dumb. And conveniently, we were now alone on the back deck. “Sure I can. You ready?”
She dragged a stool over to me, put down her beer and said, “I’m all yours.”
I swallowed, then held my plastic Puzzler’s Pendant of Confusion in front of her face, trying to get it to spin. She knew the drill, so her brow wrinkled in the cutest possible way as she focused her attention on it.
“Watch the pendant, Piper,” I began lamely, reddening. Clearing my throat, I plunged on. “Notice nothing else but the pendant. Watch the spinning colors. The pretty colors, Piper, notice nothing else. Everything but the pendant and my voice will now drop away from your awareness.” I paused, unsure of what to say next. Piper was being a terrific sport, but it was obvious that she wasn’t going under. “Listen to my voice and watch the pendant…”
I continued in that vein for a few minutes, dividing my attention between the back door and Piper’s cute frown. I’m sure we would’ve both been mortified if someone wandered onto the deck just then. The fear of being caught in the act was keeping both of us from getting into the fun, so I tried to change my strategy.
“Concentrate on your breathing now, Piper. With each breath, your head is getting lighter. Lighter. As your head gets lighter, you feel yourself rising off the stool, losing yourself in your lightness.” Her breathing was getting deeper, and the frown disappeared. It was working! “Lighter and lighter, Piper, as you drift off into your trance. Lighter and lighter, but deeper and deeper, until –”
“You know what, Cary? I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m a very good subject. It’s not working.” Piper looked at me around the crystal, apologetic. And just like that, the mood was broken.
“Oh I’m sure it’s not you,” I offered, a little too generous. “I’m a little rusty.”
We dove into some brief small talk to mask our mutual embarrassment, then she said something vague about hoping she’d see me again. And she slipped back into the house.
If I had avoided that little game and just asked her out instead of jumping the gun, I might have been able to see her again! Instead I’d ruined any chances I may have had with her in under an hour. I downed my full beer while I had a smoke. I decided to make a quick escape from this party before I’d have to see Piper, elbowing a friend and pointing at me across the room, going, “There’s that creepy guy I was just talking to!”
But I was getting a little drunk now, and Kara grabbed my elbow as soon as I stepped inside, pulling me to the room where the DJ was spinning. Five minutes later I was dancing with a bunch of my friends, recovering my self-respect. A little while later, Shawn and Ashley appeared to collect a very drunk Kara and say goodnight. I was surprised to see them leave so early. Hell, I was surprised and disappointed that Kara had barely lasted to midnight, but I was just starting to loosen up. So I kept dancing as more people joined me.
My friend Josh was trying to dance and simultaneously wave me in close so he could say something over the music. I mimicked him as I leaned in.
“…you were with back there?” he was yelling.
I shook my head at him.
“Who was that smokin’ girl you were with back there?”
“Oh, nobody,” I yelled, unable to keep the dejection out of my voice at that volume.
Josh slapped me on the back. “Don’t worry about it, homefry! There are plen-tee of other fish in the sea besides Dot.” He started to say something else, then he brightened and shouted, “Wonder Girl – three o’ clock!”
“What?” I straightened up, but Josh had already cleared out, and when I turned to look for him, I collided with a sheepish looking Piper. “Whoa! Sorry!”
She fumbled with her left shoulder and gave me a shy look I hadn’t seen since high school. Piper was teasing a little with this nervous teenager act, but I melted instantly. She was the tallest person in the room, and the only one not dancing, which made her seem even more awkward. Leaning in to my ear, she said, “Hey, I’m not really a great dancer. Will you come talk to me?”
We ended up grabbing some water and finding one of Marybeth’s guest rooms. We left the door open and sat across from each other on the bed. Piper started to shoot the shit with me about nothing in particular and I eagerly reciprocated, not wanting to bring up our little experiment on the back porch.
After a few minutes she got serious. “So, um,” she began tentatively, bringing up our little experiment on the back porch.
I jumped in. “Hey, Piper, I didn’t mean to creep you out or anything.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh no! That’s not it at all!” She was back to fumbling with her shoulder, and I wished she’d stop because it drew my attention to the places her Wonder Girl costume was doing little to cover. Her voice got very quiet. “It’s just, um…” She began to draw little patterns on the bedspread. “Well. I was starting to go under, and it sort of scared me.”
“No!” I was incredulous, and my outburst caused her to bounce on the bed excitedly.
“For real! You were really doing it! And it freaked me out, because…”
“Because?” I prompted.
She was focusing intently on her fingers, drawing on the bedspread. Her voice got even quieter. “Because… I was getting into it.”
This was the point where I was supposed to say the Perfect Thing. And I truly suck at those points. This was where I usually I went down in flames, but Piper just laughed and punched me on the arm. “I have a feeling you did, too,” she said.
“What?” I responded brilliantly.
“No fair!” she laughed, exasperated. “Making me out us both!” She looked at me levelly. “I think we both got into it.”
“Oh!” I opined. “Oh!’ I repeated, slowly realizing the ramifications. “Christ yes, I got into it!”
She made a show of being relieved, leaning into me semi-playfully, which I didn’t object to at all. It was my first close encounter with her Xtreme-sports-sculpted physique. We laughed as I slipped my arm around her. While we enjoyed the embrace, I saw Josh stick his head into the room, give me a shit-eating grin and a thumbs up, then wave and disappear.
I could feel Piper’s lips move against my Puzzler costume. “So, are you game for a second try?” she asked.
I wasn’t the slightest bit conflicted this time. I gently took her arms from my shoulders and folded them in her lap, then got up to shut the door. “Definitely.” She grinned at me from the bed, then turned to face me, sitting up straight.
This time I was shaking not from embarrassment, but from anticipation. Adjusting the lamp shade next to the bed, I began to twirl my cheap plastic pendant so that it caught the light. I watched the reflections play over her skin for a moment, choosing my words. Piper took a deep breath and tried to relax, but she was visibly excited, which fueled my confidence.
“Wonder Girl,” I intoned, slipping easily into the role I’d played with Dot so many times. “You are my helpless captive and you’re getting very sleepy.” Now that I knew Piper was into this, I decided that it didn’t matter how hokey I sounded. “You’ll find that you cannot take your eyes from my pendant.” The glittering reflections from my cheap purple crystal seemed to take on a new luster. Piper’s eyes focused squarely on it. “Breathe deeply, and look into the pendant. The pendant. The colors are making you very sleepy. They move too quickly for you to follow. You feel your super-will evaporating.”
Piper seemed to shrink a couple of inches, and she blinked. “Yes,” she encouraged drowsily.
“The spinning colors are taking you into a trance. Deeper. Deeper. You are powerless to resist, Wonder Girl.”
“Powerless,” Piper sighed.
“Feel your will to resist slipping away. I will now count back from five. When I reach one, you will be mine.” On my last word, Piper shivered a little. “Five. You are slipping deeper into the trance.” Piper swayed, but sat up again, very straight. “Four. The crystal is the only thing you see.” Her eyes lost their focus. “Three. My voice is the only thing to which you respond.” She sighed again, which was very distracting. “Two. Your willpower is gone.” She blinked once. Slowly. “One.” Piper fell slowly onto her back.
I stood there, unsure of what to do. It had worked! Piper was in a trance, laying on Marybeth’s guest bed, looking positively edible in her negligible costume. Not only was she playing along, I had actually hypnotized her!
I cleared my throat. “Piper, can you hear me?”
“Yes.” From very far away.
“How do you feel?”
“Wonderful,” she giggled softly.
“Are you cool with this?”
I had to admit I was at a loss. I mean, I knew what The Puzzler usually did at this point, but this was Piper and I didn’t want to screw up this time. “Um, what do you want to do now?”
She didn’t move. “I want you to make me your helpless captive, Cary.”
I took the liberty of locking the door then. I didn’t want anyone downstairs busting in on us.
I found myself staring down at Piper’s tall, helpless form again. Then I had a wonderful realization. If I knew Marybeth and her unique sense of hospitality… I quickly checked the nightstand drawer and yes! Inside was a generous variety of sex toys. Picking up a couple of neatly wound coils of nylon rope, I said, “Piper. I’m going to count from three to one. When I reach “one”, you will be Wonder Girl, helpless captive of The Puzzler. You can say “when” at any point, and I’ll bring you out of your trance. You can do whatever I say, and ask for whatever you want, but you will feel no embarrassment. Your inhibitions will be gone, and you’ll be free to enjoy yourself to the fullest. Do you understand?”
“Yes…” Piper drawled. There was a note of gratefulness in her tone.
I began to unwind the rope. “Three. You are starting to come out of the trance, just a little.” She breathed deeply and her fingers twitched. “Two. You are taking on the persona of Wonder Girl. Completely.” She arched her back a little, and wiggled her hips as if feeling for her costume. “One. You are now Wonder Girl.”
Immediately, she groaned, clutching her head. Sleepily, she cried, “Puzzler! I knew you were behind this! What did you do to me?”
Wrenching my thoughts away from my tightening groin, I tried to throw myself into the role. I cackled and announced, “I simply subjected you to my new procedure, Wonder Tramp! I’m afraid you’ll find you are quite unable to escape me now!” I rolled her over onto her stomach and began to tie her to the bed. She groaned, partly with pleasure and partly with Wonder Girl’s campy indignation.
“Unhand me, you ruthless cad!” she protested weakly as I secured her red platform boots to the bedpost. Her voice was animated, breathless with exhilaration. She was seriously getting off on this. I grinned as I tied her wrists to the headboard.
“It’s useless for you to resist, Wonder Chick!” I crowed, watching the muscles in her back work against the bonds, beneath a spill of tight, black curls. Her star-spangled, blue bedecked behind was sublime. I had another idea. “Have you ever had a vibrator up your ass?”
“No, you wouldn’t!” she sputtered, but her tone said Please! Oh God yes, please! I lifted a few locks of hair to see a broad grin on her face.
Slipping those blue bikini bottoms down slowly over her bare ass took a lot of self-control, I’ll tell you that. And walking away from her took even more, but in a moment I returned with a big bottle of lube and a dainty pink vibrator. I jumped onto the bed and straddled her behind, taking a minute to listen for noises downstairs. I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard the party, still going on strong. I checked my watch and smiled – it was just now one in the morning, and Marybeth was well known for partying until dawn.
“Now, let’s lube up that Wonder Ass!” I spread her ass cheeks and let a big drop of lube collect in her crack. She made a noise that I’ll never forget, which was all the acknowledgement I needed.
I made sure she was good and slick, as she jerked against her bonds. “You’ll… you’ll never get away with this, Puzzler! You’re going to jail for a long time!”
Smacking her butt, I said, “I’ll tell you what’s going to happen for a long time.” And I slid the vibrator home.
“Uh!” she choked as her cheeks clenched. And as soon as I turned the dial halfway, she gasped, cumming roughly. “Jesus! I’ve never…” she managed, then she got back in character. “Please! Stop!”
Laughing in a dastardly fashion, I turned her new friend all the way up. She began to pant. “Now, Wonder Twit, all the last vestiges of your resistance will melt away. The next time you cum, you’ll be my servant!” I’d played this scene out with Dot a hundred times, but it was never this fun.
“Please…” Piper said while bucking her ass in the air. “You. Can’t.” Then her hips slowly melted back into the bedspread.
“What shall we do while we wait for your will to expire?” I invited, leaving character long enough to brush a lock of hair from Piper’s mouth.
“Turn me over, please,” she requested. I quickly undid her bonds and turned her onto her back. It was hard work, because she was completely limp. She was also sweating profusely, which made it hard to get a grip on her smooth, muscular limbs.
I brushed the hair from her damp forehead, then I started to tie her up again. “No. I’m… too weak to resist.” I understood this as code to give the ropes a rest.
“So you admit that you’re close to defeat, then, eh?” I gloated. “I’m feeling generous. What is your final request, before your mind turns to oatmeal?”
Piper’s eyes went wide behind her mask. I think she was pretty close to a huge climax. Deliriously, she mumbled, “My tits. Please…” The way she said “please” had me scrambling to figure out how her red and blue halter worked. It took a minute, but I was able to loosen it. I tossed the troublesome garment aside triumphantly, and savored the sight of her heaving chest, pretty brown nipples at attention. Wrapping my fingers around her right breast, I moved in and teased it with my tongue.
Piper made a long noise that intensified the closer I got to her nipple. Her hands found the back of my head and she began to weakly guide me around. I started to get the feeling that she was losing the desire to play, but then she surprised me.
“Feeling my willpower, slipping away…” she intoned, her arms flopping onto the bed. “Slipping away,” she whispered. “Powerless…”
Then she drew a quivering breath, and I knew it was over for her. I gripped her arms to feel the orgasm spill out of her, to feel the way her muscles slackened. I pressed my ear to her chest, listening to her “hmmmmm” for a moment.
Then I found myself on my back.
I don’t know how it happened, but a victorious Piper straddled my chest and pinned my arms down under powerful thighs. Grinning a dimpled grin from ear to ear, she looked me in the eye, breathing heavily. “And then, Wonder Girl breaks free of her trance and escapes! But she can’t take The Puzzler to jail just yet, because she’s a little worked up!”
I struggled for words as Piper frantically unbuttoned my pants. “Are you…” I managed before she interrupted me.
“Hush! Wonder Girl needs to fuck your brains out now.”
I had no reason to argue with her.
I slept in late the next day. When I finally got up and started piddling around my apartment, I noticed the light blinking on my answering machine. This is the message that awaited me:
”Um, Cary? Piper. I hope you’re not feeling too bad today.” (Giggling.) “Anyway, I went shopping! So tonight, you have your choice of The Black Widow, The Green Avenger or Freedom Chick. Think about it. Give me a call when you get this, and we’ll talk about what you’re wearing, allrighty?”
I couldn’t pick the phone up fast enough.