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Matt is invited to what is guaranteed to be the best Halloween party of his life. His friend has promised that this will be his last night as a virgin. But there?s a catch. In this case the Devil is truly in the details.****Matthew Walker stood in the doorway and slowly looked around the room at the costumed party goers. Much to his surprise, this was looking like it could turn out to be an excellent Halloween party.Except for the fact that she was nearly six feet tall, the girl in the fairy costume who had opened the door looked exactly like Tinkerbell. Her blond hair was piled up on top of her head. Her mouth was formed in a perky grin. And her huge blue eyes twinkled as she said, ?Welcome to the party, Captain.?Matt, himself, was a rather good imitation of Jack Sparrow, complete with fake beard and braids.As Tinkerbell walked away, he could not help but notice her shapely legs and the hint of asscheeks that peeked out from beneath the jagged hem of the short, green costume. She bent over slightly to speak with someone at a table and his eyes zeroed in on what was most certainly a naked ass. If her wings hadn?t distracted him by suddenly beating rapidly as if she were trying to fly, he would have continued staring at that ass as she straightened up and walked further across the room.Instead, he followed her beating wings with his eyes until she walked past a man made up perfectly as a Satyr. At that point, his attention was caught by the fact that the Satyr was stroking the naked breasts of a woman in an exotic, but not quite describable, costume which totally covered her apparently naked body.Matt wasn?t quite sure what the costume was or who woman was supposed to be, but her skin was somehow pulsating and glowing almost orange as if something molten was flowing just beneath the flesh. And her pubic hair? or perhaps it was a Merkin? in any case, her ample bush was somehow lit so that it appeared to be on fire. Surely there was a battery system and LEDs buried inside that flaming pussy toupee. Whatever the lights were, they caused her crotch to glow more brightly as the Satyr continued his breast massage.Alongside them, a huge man stood towering over everyone with his hands clasped behind his head and his eyes closed. He was moaning softly, almost like he was humming. His bulging abdominal muscles? and even moreso bulging loincloth? was almost at eye level to the bevy Ankara bayan escort (http://ankaraceyiz.com/) of small nymphets clustered closely around him. They all had identically dyed purple skin and were wearing what appeared to be mini-togas. The overall effect made them look like triple-X Smurfettes as they stroked whatever skin they could reach on the leviathan of a man.A middle-aged man dressed like an ancient philosopher called out in greeting from across the room. The slightly graying beard was not part of the costume, but it made him look very much like an ancient Greek. It was Dave, the IT geek who maintained the computers at Matt?s office on a contract basis. Matt hadn?t been too sure about this party when Dave had first invited him and had almost refused.?This isn?t a gimmick for my business,? Dave had explained. ?This is a special party... a very special party... for a few of my very special friends.?Dave?s face had then crinkled up in that strange giggle-chuckle he usually reserved for finding an unusual or obscure problem with the system. ?I?m only inviting single people your age or younger,? he had promised. His hands waved across the air in front of them as if displaying a sign while he said exuberantly, ?Free booze... free food... good music... good times.? His excitement was obviously growing as he spoke.He leaned in close to Matt and said, ?Besides, there is something about going to a Halloween party in costume that brings out any girl?s inner slut.? After a short, deep laugh he said with a flourish, ?And that my friend means sex... and lots of it. This is your night, Matthew. I can absolutely, positively guarantee you that this is going to be the best Halloween party of your entire life.??What did you do?? Matt had asked him, jokingly. ?Sell your soul to the Devil??Dave looked very startled, but then laughed and replied, ?Something like that, Matt. But that?s my problem, not yours.?Everything which Dave had told Matt that day was absolutely true, including his response to Matt?s final question. David Wilcox had sold his soul to the Devil many years before. How else could he have become so rich and successful as a freelance computer specialist?There was one falsehood in David?s statements, however. The fact that Dave had sold his soul to the Devil WAS Matt?s problem.It was Matt?s problem because this year was the final renewal for Dave?s Escort bayan Ankara (http://ankaraceyiz.com/) contract with the Devil. If the contract did not renew, then the completion clause went into effect and Dave would have to accompany the Devil down into the depths of that demon?s hellish abode. If the contract did renew this seventh and final time, however, Dave would be free and Matt would be spending at least the next thirty-five years of his life in a very warm place.The renewal clause was David?s chance to avoid the completion clause in his contract with Old Scratch. All such agreements eventually come to an end, and there is always some sort of completion clause to the contract. That completion clause usually entails going home with the Devil and serving that old goat?s whims in some terribly grotesque and painful fashion.But there is also always some sort of escape clause in the contract. Lucifer likes to include escape clauses in all of the contracts because it gives people a false sense of hope that they will not face an absolutely certain future of damnation. Who would sign a contract knowing that after some period of pleasure and prosperity, there was no escape from an eternity in Hell?In this case, the renewal clause was very simple. At the end of thirty-five years, the contract either ended or was renewed. If it was renewed seven times, then it was considered fulfilled and David Wilcox was free. This Halloween, at midnight, would be the seventh renewal for Dave?s contract. Or, it would be his day of reckoning.Obviously, he hadn?t sold his soul for the understanding of computers two hundred and fifty years ago. No, at that time the man who was currently David Wilcox was an apprentice watchmaker in Switzerland? and not a very good one. He was failing miserably. The only reason he had not been turned out on his ear was that he did have one very consummate skill. He was an expert on getting others to do his work while at the same time blaming anyone and everyone else for his failures.He had just damaged a very expensive chronometer that was scheduled to be delivered to a rich ship?s captain who needed it for a long voyage. Without an exact timepiece, accurate navigation was impossible, and David had just broken the weighted, counter balanced spring movement in the clock. The watchmaker had promised that the device would be ready on All Saint?s Bayan escort Ankara (http://ankaraceyiz.com/) Day... tomorrow. David was supposed to be making final adjustments to the springs to guarantee accuracy, but he dropped a small tool into the works, and when he pulled it clear, it bent one of the balance springs. The balance springs were what acted in the place of a pendulum for these clocks and if they were damaged, the chronometer was useless.There was no way he could disassemble and reassemble the intricate timepiece by morning. Actually, there was no way that he could reassemble it at all. He didn?t know how it worked. The clock in the village square was just striking the midnight hour when a strange voice spoke from behind him.?You look like you could use a little help,? it said kindly.Dave spun around. He thought he had been alone in the workshop.There, standing behind him, was an elegantly dressed figure wrapped in a floor length cloak. As the cloak opened, the voice continued, ?I have a business proposition for you. I will fix your... little problem, and make you a master clocksmith in return for your signature on a simple promissary contract.?In one of the most important and insightful moments of his life, Dave replied, ?Clocks that can work aboard a sailing ship are the latest inventions, but one day they will be as old as the sand in the hourglass. I will sign your promissary note, but only in exchange for being a master at whatever the latest invention may be.?For a short while, they haggled minor details? including the nature of the escape clause? and then David Wilcox affixed his signature in blood to the contract. His name changed through the decades as he moved from place to place before people realized that he did not age as other men. His profession also changed. For many years he was a very successful master clocksmith. But he *then became? among other things? a master boilermaker, a railway engineer, a nuclear scientist, and most recently, a computer wizard.Now it was once again All Hallow?s Eve and the contract was due. After 245 years, it was time for its seventh and final renewal... or its final completion.Lucifer like to end the contracts on a Halloween at Midnight. There is nothing special about Halloween which would require the contracts to end on that night, but it adds to the terror of the event and most mortals usually expect that date.Besides, many of the more modern contracts are actually begun on Halloween during some drunken orgy or another. Again, that is purely a practical matter. How often, in today?s world, can someone walk up to you and say that they are the Devil and not get laughed out of the room?The renewal clause in Dave?s contract was extremely simple.