Free Spank or Treat by Tymber Dalton

costume.
    “I wish we hadn’t missed the excitement earlier,” Gabe said. “I would have paid good money to see Mallory deck a Dom.”
    Bill was thankful it hadn’t been Gabe Seth had done that to. She wouldn’t have been able to shoot him, because he made her leave her sidearm in the car for the private parties. But Gabe could have put a hurting on him hand-to-hand.
    That would have been ugly and likely ended with Seth getting a ride in an ambulance, not just freezer section take-out for his swollen nose.
    “She still feels badly about it,” Jenny said. “I don’t blame her, but it was Seth’s fault for scaring her.”
    They were discussing holiday plans when something caught Bill’s eye in the backyard.
    Gabe, a veteran FDLE officer, didn’t miss his reaction. “What? What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing, I think. Wait here.” He got up and walked outside, looking around.
    Nothing but the lighted display throwing a crazy pattern of shadows, moving and still, on the other bushes and trees in the yard.
    “What is it?” Mike asked from where he’d walked over to the side door.
    “Nothing. That huge inflatable, the black cat, it moves. I’m sure it was just the light from it. That’s all.”
    But as he headed back to the house, he wasn’t sure that was the answer, either. It sure had looked like a guy walking across the backyard before he disappeared into thin air.
    Shoving that thought out of his head, he returned to the lanai to continue their conversation.
     
    * * * *
     
    They’d opted to hold the bobbing for boners contest later in the evening, when people might not be as worried about their makeup or hair.
    Tilly and Leah got the washtub ready, but only filled it with a few inches of water. What they hadn’t counted on was that not all of the dildos floated. Most of them sank.
    They’d purchased fifteen different ones, which had all been washed in the sink earlier that day to remove any packaging residue from them. And three of them had been secretly marked for prizes before they were tossed into the round washtub. They had everything from generic average fake white dude cocks, to a very large fake black cock, including balls, to one that, even down to the green color, looked like the Incredible Hulk’s dong, a dragon cock dildo, and a few sparkly rainbow-shaded dildos in various sizes and colors.
    Fun for all.
    Tilly frowned as she stared down into the tub. “That looks too easy. Should we add more water?”
    “We don’t want anyone drowning,” Leah said.
    “Ha! That’s a good one. With this group? One thing most of us ladies are good at is knob-gobbling, as Ross so eloquently put it in the invite. The only thing that could add a challenge to this is making them dive for them in the pool.”
    The women froze, then looked at each other, and then looked at the pool.
    Back to the tub of dildos.
    “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Leah asked.
    “Yep. I’m thinking exactly what you’re thinking. Who says you don’t have a sadistic streak in you, honey? You have a damn fine one. A few more years, I’ll make a switch out of you yet.” Tilly reached into the washtub and started gathering the dildos.
    Leah helped her, and within a few minutes, most of the dildos lay at the deep end of Leah’s pool, including the Hulk and the dragon dong.
    Tilly clapped her hands together to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, people. Listen up. It’s time for the diving for dildos contest. I know we’d originally billed it as bobbing for boners, but we’ve thrown in a last-minute twist. We’ve added a degree of difficulty to it. I wouldn’t want you freaks getting bored or anything.”
    Tilly pointed at the pool. “We have fifteen—count ’em, fifteen —dildos. Three of them have little black paint dots on them somewhere. The ones with the dots are each worth a twenty-five dollar gift certificate to Sigalo’s. That means we need contestants. Everyone gets a try, up to fifteen people.”
    “You