Free Haven Haunted House hired me as a scare performer, but I signed the release without reading what the special role actually required.
One signature and a layer of blood-red body paint later, I was naked, shaking, and available to every guest who walked in.
A makeup artist proved my body was already willing, a masked devil had me over a coffin, a wicked married couple made me their date-night entertainment, and a chainsaw-wielding brute pulled screams from me in ways I had not expected.
When I found a sweet, trembling virgin hiding from the monsters, I finally got to be the one who ruined her.
Closing time should have finished me, yet when the devil and the chainsaw man led me into a private room and asked if I could take them together, I only wanted to come back for another shift.
