Page 20 of Scary In Love
Mason
It took weeks to prepare for the Miller haunt, but I’ve only had four days to prepare for my night with Jenna.
There’s a lot less to think about when you’re only planning to scare one person, but I’m a perfectionist, and I’m not slacking off where her pleasure is concerned. Every day, a new package has arrived, but then even more ideas have come to me.
I've read and re-read her kink quiz so many times, and still can't believe how perfect she is.
She's so open-minded, and curious, and playful.
My dick has barely gone down since I watched her grind herself into my thigh the other day.
I wanted to touch her, wanted to get my hands on all of those perfect curves, but it's better that I didn't. I need to prove to her that she's in control when she's in this house, even if she's handing it over to me.
She'll be worth the wait, I have no doubt about it.
Despite covering so much in our discussion, there were still things I forgot to check. Thankfully, I have her number, and her permission to use it. While the crew file in for our final briefing, I unlock my phone and revisit our messages from the past few days.
MASON: Do you have any allergies?
JENNA: None.
MASON: Any phobias? Are you good with small spaces?
JENNA: No and yes.
MASON: Clowns?
JENNA: If you fuck me dressed as a clown, it better be from behind with a bag over my head.
JENNA: What the hell are you planning?
MASON: You’ll see. Count your days.
No more counting. Day zero is finally here.
Every member of the team has gathered backstage before we open the doors for the last haunt of the season.
“You doing okay, boss?” Lulu asks. “You seem distracted.”
If I seem distracted, it’s because I am. There’s no time left to go back and check the rooms I’ve set up for Jenna, even though I know I have everything covered.
Clarissa wraps an arm around my shoulder and gives me a big squeeze. “I can’t believe it’s Halloween already,” she says, her real voice nowhere near as proper as her character’s. “I’m really going to miss playing Lady Miller. ”
“You’ve done such a good job,” I croak, surprised by the lump in my throat. “Okay, okay. Huddle in, team.”
Their chatter dies off, and I run through the same briefing I have every other night, with the additional news of the money I’ve put behind the bar in the Sun and Stars for their wrap party.
The room fills with cheers and applause, and I’m sure there are happy faces beneath their gruesome make-up.
“Can we come back next year?” Sammy asks, and everyone pipes up with similar sentiments.
“How about you let me sleep for a week, then I’ll run the numbers and think about it. One last time, what’s our motto?”
“Scaring is caring!” they scream back at me, the loudest they’ve been.
We hug and shake hands, and when they file out I head for my spot at the top of the stairs.
On opening night, I did it out of curiosity. The second night, I did it in case Jenna came back. Now it’s part of my act, but it’s also a chance to take it all in and reflect on how far we’ve come.
Six months ago, my life was at a standstill. No purpose, no job, not a lot of hope. I have no idea what life will be like in another six months, but even if I can’t keep the house, this haunt will always be something I look back on with pride.
In rehearsals, I liked to be everywhere all at once, checking on the cast, making sure they were sticking to the story I’d created and giving it their all.
Truthfully, they could run this night without me. Whether they’re old timers or this is their first experience of scare acting, they’ve been an incredible team. Whatever the future holds, they’ll always be part of the Miller family history .
The first doorbell rings out through the halls. Beneath me, Ron gives his head a shake and shifts into Jessop mode, shuffling forward to open the door.
“Come on in then,” he grunts. “If ya dare.”
The group tiptoe in around him, shrieking when he slams it shut. I lean against the railing and dangle my axe over the edge, swinging it back and forth.
One more haunt, and then the real fun can begin.