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Each fall, you worked in the local haunted house, aptly named The House Of Horrors. This year was no different. In the years past, you had done everything from playing a zombie bride to a possessed girl and even a chainsaw wielding killer. You’d always loved getting into character and scaring the wits out of unsuspecting patrons. This year, however, you’d been put in the worst room in the entire haunted house. You’d been carefully selected to work in the room named “The Dollhouse.”
The Dollhouse was a room set up to look like a child’s bedroom. There was nothing overly scary in the room. No blood. No guts. No vampires, werewolves or zombies. No, nothing of the sort. This room just happened to be filled with a wide variety of porcelain dolls and baby dolls. At last count, there were over 200 dolls in this room. Shelves on the wall were littered with dolls, some standing, some sitting. A china cabinet in the corner kept dolls locked behind glass. Not only were there dolls in every corner, shelf, and chair in the room, but they were placed on the bed and on the floor as well. The dolls were all different sizes, ranging from a height of about a foot tall to some the size of a petite adult woman.
As the only cast member to work in the Dollhouse, you were dressed as a life-sized doll. You wore white, thigh high tights with black Mary Jane shoes. Your white dress came down about an inch above your tights. You wore a black ribbon, tied in a bow on your head. Your makeup was done to accentuate your lips and make them look plump like a doll. You even had circle lenses in to make your eyes look bigger.
You would station yourself in different places in the room so that when a group walked through; you could sneak up and scare them. Oftentimes, you would hide on the bed or the floor with the piles of dolls, then sit up and stare as people screamed for their lives. The room itself was filled with the faint sounds of a music box and as people walked in, they were greeted with the distant call of children saying, “Come play with us.” If you were being completely honest with yourself, the Dollhouse freaked you out just as much as it scared the people paying to be scared. It didn’t help that you spent most of the night completely alone in a room full of dolls. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end to see all their dead eyes staring back at you.
The only good thing about being totally alone most of the time was that, when people weren’t filing through your room, you could pop into the “closet” to get away from the creepy dolls. The closet was actually just a door that lead to tiny room with a small table and chairs so you could eat while on break without leaving your area. You spent a fair amount of time in the closet, texting and snacking. Sometimes, one of your co-workers would pop in and you would spend a few minutes giggling about getting someone scared enough to cry or ditch their friends because they were running so fast to get away. There was one person in particular that you’d been spending a lot of time texting and talking with.
Jungkook was a new cast member this year. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes and the cutest bunny teeth you’d ever seen. Seeing as how he was really attractive, and could pull the best doe eyes you’d ever seen, he’d been cast as a “plant.” Jungkook’s job was to stand outside the haunted house and pretend to wait for his friends to show up. What he was really doing was picking a group of people to infiltrate. Usually, Jungkook would pick a group of mostly women, late teens or early 20’s. He’d explain that his friends weren’t going to make it and ask if he could join their group to go through the haunted house. He would always do this little lip bite while staring at them with big, innocent eyes. The entire time he’d worked there, not one group had ever turned him down. So, he’d happily join their group and go through the haunted house like any other patron. The rest of the cast members knew who he was. So, as he made his way through the rooms with his “new friends,” sooner or later, a cast member would attack him and drag him away. Sometimes, he’d get a chainsaw to the throat, many times, he’d just be grabbed…-- dragged away, kicking and screaming, into the darkness.
There were several plants working each night to heighten the fear of the patrons. There was no rhyme or reason to when a plant would be captured, so even the plants themselves didn’t know when they’d be attacked. Some would even make it through the entire haunted house without being grabbed. There was a code phrase that all the plants could say to let another cast member know they needed or wanted to be “captured.” The phrase was, “This isn’t even that scary.” It was mainly used by the female plants who were sick of being hit on by the group guys they’d infiltrated, or when a plant was just bored with the group they were in and wanted to join another or take a break. Jungkook had uttered the phrase several times, as he walked through the Dollhouse, knowing you’d always drag him away to the tiny closet. You loved that he used the phrase so often in the Dollhouse, since it meant you got to spend more time with him one on one.
Tonight was Halloween, which meant the House of Horrors was really busy. People had streamed through the Dollhouse in droves. You’d seen people scream, cower in fear, run away and even saw a young teenager start crying. The one thing you hadn’t seen yet, was Jungkook. You shot a quick text to him to see where he was at, before sliding, soundlessly, out of the closet and back into the Dollhouse. The next group was due to enter your room in the next two minutes and you had to be in place before they arrived. You quickly shimmied yourself under the bed, nothing of your body, except your legs from the knees down, showing. You could hear the group enter the room. One girl yelped in fear as the speaker filtered in, “Come play with us.”
“Eww. Creepy! There’s legs sticking out from under the bed!” One guy whispered. You instantly pulled your legs back under the bed and quickly army crawled to the other side of the bed and out from under the bed skirt. The group had gasped at the movement, some saying they wanted to leave the room. You stayed crouched down, holding the bed skirt up, your face in a blank pose. One person from the group squatted down to where your legs had been, lifting the bed skirt to investigate. The man made eye contact with you from across the floor, before screaming in high-pitched terror. He jumped up, nearly knocking over the woman standing behind him, and threw himself in the corner. You slowly stood up, face still in a “dead” pose, your glossed eyes staring the man down. Your knees were turned in slightly as your arms hung dead at your sides. You leaned as you walked, barely picking up your feet and moving your joints in awkward positions as you crept over to the cowering man. Before you reached him, he was up and fleeing the room, the rest of the group at his heels. Making sure the coast was clear, you walked into the closet, closing the door behind you. Your phone was barely lit, signaling you’d just received a text from Jungkook.
“Almost there, Baby Doll! I’m heading through the Autopsy Room right now.” Since you played a possessed doll at the haunted house, he had given you the nickname of Baby Doll.
Five minutes later, you were sitting next to the door of the room, legs thrown in opposite directions as you leaned to the side, resting your head on the shoulder of another doll. Jungkook’s group entered and looked around. Jungkook was standing just a few feet away from you, glancing around to find you. When he made eye contact, he gave you a cute wink before speaking.
“This isn’t even that scary.” He huffed at the teenaged girl standing next to him. That was your cue. Moving ever so slightly, you crawled until you were just behind Jungkook and the girl. Slowly, you stood up behind him before saying, “Come play with me.” You jumped on his back as he let out a (fake) terrified scream and dropped to the ground, pretending to hit his head on the chair and black out. You turned him over onto his back and put your arms underneath his armpits to drag him back towards the closet. The girls in his group didn’t stop to help him. They were too busy retreating from the room, screaming to high heaven.
You dragged him a few more feet, before glancing around to make sure no one was coming. Jungkook was still faking being knocked out. You let go of him and poked him in the nose.
“Get up! You’re too heavy to drag all the way to the closet.” You said as he peeked open an eye to look at you. He jumped up and led the way across the room to the closet. Once the door was closed, he sat down in one of the chairs, taking a bite of the turkey sandwich you had yet to finish.
“Did you miss me?” He said with a smile, wiping crumbs from his lips.
“Ugh. You know I hate being in the Dollhouse alone. All those creepy dolls, staring at me. I swear one of them will turn out to be possessed and somehow make its way into my bedroom one night to kill me.” You said, only a little bit serious.
“You just need to do something that takes your mind off of being freaked out.” Jungkook said.
“What did you have in mind?” You said, eyeing him. He glanced at you, then turned away, pink dusting his cheeks, before stumbling out,
“I don’t know…Nothing specific.”
You couldn’t help where your mind went. There was a reason Jungkook had been made a plant. He was good looking, yes. But on top of that, there was an underlying sex appeal to him that couldn’t be ignored. Strangers willingly let him join their group of friends without so much as a second thought, just because they wanted to be near him. The thought that maybe, in the heat of the moment, he might grab ahold of them to protect them, or calm their fears in the haunted house. You’d seen Jungkook walk through with groups upon groups of women. All of them obviously enamored with him, even if they were also terrified by the haunted house.
Without hesitation, you stood up and took a few steps towards Jungkook. He was casually leaned back in his chair, legs spread in a wide stance, one arm draped over his stomach while the other hand drummed nonchalantly on the table. He peered up at you with his dark eyes. There was lust in his eyes, though, if pressed, he’d probably deny it. You stood in front of him, in between his legs, as you made the decision. If you were ever going to make a move on Jungkook, it had to be now. You angled forward, placing a finger under his chin to lift his face to look at you, before closing the gap and kissing him.
He immediately deepened the kiss, biting your lip as you let out a whimper. His hands were on your hips, pulling you to his lap. You seated yourself, legs on either side of his hips, as you pushed your tongue into his mouth. His hands were strong, holding you in place as he moved to kiss down your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair and he let out a low moan. Within minutes, you could feel him getting hard in his jeans. Glancing over at the clock, you realized the next group was due to come through the Dollhouse any minute. Pushing yourself off his lap, you straightened your dress and took a step towards the door.
“Wait! Where are yo-“ he started to say. You rushed over to give him one last peck on the lips.
“I’ll be right back!” You said, waving a hand to him as you slipped through the door and back into the Dollhouse.
The next group seemed to take forever to leave the room. You weren’t sure if they were just being slow, or if you just couldn’t wait to get back to Jungkook. Either way, you were about three seconds from just telling them to leave, when they finally exited the room. You rushed back into the closet to find Jungkook nibbling on your sandwich again. He paused, sandwich inches from his mouth, as his eyes looked over at you.
“Are you seriously eating my dinner right now?” You teased.
“What? I’m hungry and you got me hard and ready to go. My brain can only process so much at once! Something has to give! And since you left me in here all by myself, I had no choice but to eat your dinner.” He said, taking one more bite before setting the sandwich down on the table and turning towards you with a smile.
“You owe me some food later.” You said.
“My friends and I are going to Waffle House for breakfast. I’ll buy you food then.” He replied, eyeing you up and down.
You were instantly in his lap again, picking up where you left off. This time, you were kissing down his neck as he moved his hips ever so slightly against you. You nipped at his collarbone before standing up.
“You’re leaving again?” He said, obviously annoyed.
You laughed before getting on your knees in front of him.
“Not quite yet.” You said as you reached up and unzipped his pants. You pulled his length from his jeans, giving a few light tugs.
“I knew it! Kendra owes me 10 bucks!” You said to yourself.
“You knew what? And why does Kendra owe you 10 bucks?” He asked, somewhat breathless. Kendra was another plant at the haunted house. Aside from Jungkook, she spent the most amount of time in the closet of the Dollhouse with you. The two of you had spent a great amount of time discussing Jungkook and what you thought he’d be like in bed.
“I knew you’d have a monster dick. Kendra and I made a bet. I said you’d be really thick. She said you’d be really long, but not very thick. Obviously, I won!” You replied, somewhat in awe.
“Okay. So, you’re not telling Kendra about my dick. So, you really didn’t win. I mean, aside from getting to experience my monster dick first hand.” He laughed.
“Jungkook, it’s $10!” You whined back at him.
“I’ll make you a deal, you have full access to my dick. You can do whatever you want to it or with it. Plus, I’m buying you breakfast in the morning. But you can’t tell Kendra about my dick. No mention of any of this to Kendra. If you tell Kendra anything, you get zero access to my dick and I’m not buying you breakfast.” He fixed you with a serious look. Or, as serious as he could, since his dick was still standing at attention, practically begging to be used.
“Ok. Alright. Fine. Deal.” You replied.
“Oh, thank god! I really didn’t want to have to stop just yet.” He said.
You took this as your cue. Leaning forward, you took his dick in your hand. You made eye contact with him as you slowly licked a strip up the underside of his length. He leaned his head back and gripped the sides of his chair, trying to remain calm. You didn’t have any time to waste. Taking his length in your mouth, you swirled your tongue before bobbing up and down a few times. Just as he let out a low moan, you heard people shuffling towards the Dollhouse. You pulled off his length with a pop rushing for the door.
“Oh, come on!” He threw his hands up in exacerbation, groaning as your shushed him and opened the door.
When the newest group of patrons came into the Dollhouse, you were standing a few feet from the closet door. There was no time to get into a position to jump out and scare them. Therefore, you just stood there motionless. As they saw you, a few let out gasps. You slowly leaned your head to the side, staring them down. They were huddling together, unsure of what to do. Just as you began to take a step towards the group, you heard Jungkook pulling at the doorknob and banging on the door. You slowly turned your head to look demonically at the door.
“Get out while you still can! Run!” He was yelling.
You turned your head back to face the group as you shambled towards them, a hand outstretched to grab them. Jungkook’s banging on the door and screaming became louder and more panicked. The group members were stumbling backwards from the room, their eyes never leaving you. As the last person left the room, you let out a sigh before rushing back to Jungkook, still banging on the door. You threw the door open and he almost tumbled into you. His pants were still unzipped and his length was still at attention.
“Good thinking!” You said, pushing him back towards the chair.
Before he could reply, you were dipping your mouth up and down his length again, using your hand for added sensations. You felt his fingers lightly grip your hair as his hips began to jerk into your mouth. You let out a moan, the sound sending vibrations straight to Jungkook’s cock. His grip on your hair got tighter as his hips moved faster.
“God, you’re so good at this, Baby Doll.” He let the nickname slip from his parted lips.
You reached your hand underneath your dress, fingers working into your panties to tease yourself. You were already wet, but the feeling of your own fingers working your clit, while Jungkook moved himself in and out of your mouth, was working you up even more. Glancing up at Jungkook, you could see the tension on his face as he chased his high. He was closer than you expected, probably knowing he didn’t have much time before you’d be running off again. His eyebrows knitted together, one hand gripping the side of his chair, the other, dangerously rough in your hair.
“Oh man. Oh-…Oh God-…Oh man-…” He kept repeating the words over and over in between moans. You were working furiously on your own clit, hoping to reach your end as well.
“I’m close…-Oh man…-“ He started. Wanting to send him over the edge, you took a deep breath through your nose and pushed your mouth the full extent of his length. As you felt him hit the back of your throat, you held back a gag.
“Holy shit!” He yelled as you felt his release. You swallowed a few times before gently pulling off his length. His grip on your hair released as his head fell back. His breathing was ragged but he had a satisfied smile on his face.
Your fingers were still pumping in and out of your heat, thumb rubbing roughly over your clit. Jungkook looked down at you, still on your knees in front of him with a devilish grin. Leaning forward, he pulled your chin closer to him and kissed you deeply before pulling away. He reached down, gripping your arm and bringing your coated fingers to his lips, sucking gently on them. He lightly bit down on your finger, before removing it from his mouth and urging you to stand.
“You’re next group is close. Time to go back to work.” He said with a smirk. He helped you straighten your dress before you rushed out of the closet and back into the Dollhouse. You could feel his gaze, heavy on your back as you left the closet. You wanted nothing more than to let him finish what you’d started, but there wasn’t time.
As the next group entered the room, you saw Kendra amongst them. She immediately called out the code phrase and your heart dropped, knowing you’d have to attack her and pull her into the closet. The closet that Jungkook was currently sitting in, waiting for you to come back. Possibly with his dick still displayed proudly outside his pants. Your stomach was in knots as you attacked Kendra, pulling her across the room as the group ran away. As they left, she stood up and headed towards the closet.
“Wait!” You said, grabbing her wrist just as she was about to turn the knob.
“What?” She questioned.
“Um…Just…Give me a second, okay?” You said. She eyed you suspiciously, but didn’t reply as you peaked your head into the closet.
Jungkook was still in his chair at the table, his cock tucked safely back in his pants. He was finishing the last few bites of your turkey sandwich as if nothing had just happened. You let out a sigh of relief as you entered the closet, Kendra on your heels. She and Jungkook made eye contact and she gave you a sly smile before commenting.
“It smells like sex in here!” She said with a laugh. You choked as Jungkook grinned like the cat that got the cream.
“I believe you owe Baby Doll here, $10.” He said proudly to her.
Kendra’s eyes went wide as she looked back and forth between you and Jungkook. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a $10 bill and handed it to you.
“I think I’m going to wander off and find a new group to join!” She said, embarrassed, as she rushed out the door.
“What happened to not telling Kendra anything?” You asked.
Jungkook just shrugged his shoulders.
“Ten bucks is ten bucks!” He said before continuing.
“Now. If my calculations are correct, we have about four minutes until the next group comes through. Panties off, Baby Doll!” He commanded with a diabolical grin.
You had a feeling you were in for a lot of teasing tonight.