Just a Friendly Trick & Treat
Millie Dynamite
Just a Friendly Trick & Treat
A Halloween Adventure in the Trans Zone
Millie Dynamite
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© Copyright 2023 by Millie Dynamite
NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic sexual nature. This book is pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, actual events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
All characters are over the age of 18.
Just a Friendly Trick & Treat
Quinn tucked herself in carefully. It takes extra care to hide what you have when you’re a girl with a lot extra. Donning her Harley Quinn costume, she admired herself in the mirror. The Daddy’s Little Monster, emblazoned across her pert chest, had quite the double entendre.
She might not have as large a chest as Harley, but Harley Q. didn’t have a monster banana in her panties.
Armed with her costume and a bag full of treats, Quinn set off for the night’s trick-or-treating. Her white pleated skirt barely covered her ass, and the ripped shirt showed off her tight tummy to full effect. She had dressed to impress and intended to get as many sweets as possible.
The white pleated skirt allowed her long, shapely legs to attract the bees to her flower. Of course, she’d need to pick the right bee. But how does she choose one that’ll yield to her charms and not freak out?
This was the question.
Her phone lit up, and the text appeared, “Hi, I’m Rich, and your Uber awaits.”
“Be right down, Rich,” she sent him.
She exited the brownstone, promenading down the stairs, swinging her bat, and swishing her ass. What a shock—the Uber was a shiny, silver Rolls Royce. Beside the back door stood a tall man wearing a black suit and tie.
“Your carriage awaits, Ma’am,” the driver said.
“You’re Rich?”
“Richard, actually, and unfortunately, I was rich. Now, I’m only a poor Uber driver.”
“Rich, would it upset you terribly if I sat up front with you?”
“Not at all, Ma’am,” Richard said. Opening the front door, he held his hand out to Quinn.
Switching the bat to her other hand, Quinn lightly held his and slid into the seat.
Closing the door, he moved to the driver’s side and entered the car. Starting the motor, he checked traffic and pulled from the parking spot. Trying to be nonchalant, he avoided his eyes darting to her. He wished she’d sat in the back, where he would have been able to admire her build without being obvious.
“You’re going to knock the boys over at your soiree,” Rich said.
“Oh, you think so?”
“Absolutely.”
“Rich, you look about 30 years old to me. What happened to your money? Oh, never mind, that’s rude of me.”
“No, it isn’t. My father died, and all he left me was this automobile. My trust fund, which I had lived off, well, Dad had more debt than assets, and his debt became mine. So, I have a grand total of three hundred thousand left to my name.”
“Well, that isn’t chicken feed.”
“Yeah, I know, but not enough to live on the interest. I have no skills at all other than driving. I’m an excellent driver. When you’re ready to leave your Halloween doodad, just text, and I’ll pick you up.”
“Surely you have other clients tonight, right?”
“Nope, not a one.”
“Why not be my plus one?”
“What?”
“You heard me. You’re in costume, dressed as a chauffeur, so why not?”
“Are you sure?” Richard said.
“Well, Rich, you’re pretty cute. But, I should warn you, I’m a trans-girl.”
Stopping at a light, he turned to her.
“You’re absolutely stunning,” he said. Lifting his right hand, he made a scissor motion with his fingers, “Snip, snip?”
“No, I still have my boy thing. I’m Quinn, by the way.”
“Pleased to meet you.” A small, slightly fearful smile crossed his lips. “Sure, I’ll be your date.”
“Interested?”
“More curious, I guess.”