A Little Night Mischief

By Gianni Shamari

Copyright ©2025

It was Halloween night in New York City. Warm autumn air enveloped the city, carrying the crisp scent of fallen leaves and the aroma of spiced cider. In Tribeca, the scene was live with costumed New Yorkers roaming freely in the streets, enjoying the festivities. It felt cinematic with so much going on.

Billionaire playboy Maré, clad in a sleek, black-and-white striped suit, with hair and ghoulish makeup, stood out as Beetlejuice. His girlfriend, Doja Cat, embodying Lydia Deetz, floated through the crowd in a flowing, dark gown, her gothic elegance accentuated by a cascade of purple and silver accents. The pulsating rhythms of the music vibrated through the gathered throngs, mingling with laughter and the rustle of costumes, creating a vibrant tapestry of sound that echoed against the backdrop of Manhattan’s iconic skyline during its thrilling outdoor Halloween party. Tantalizing aroma of street food and the occasional whiff of pumpkin spice filled the air, adding to the sensory overload of the night.

Maré’s intense gaze fixed on Doja, the air between them thrumming with an electric connection. They were not just two strangers in a crowd, but two souls who had found each other in the most unexpected of places.

“Hey, Lydia,” he said, a warm smile spreading across his face that lit up his dark eyes.

Doja leaned closer, her breath a whisper. “Hi, Beetlejuice,” she teased, a playful glint dancing in her eyes.

“The night is ours,” Maré said with a mischievous spark.

Doja let out a rich, melodious laugh, swirling around them like music and enveloping them in the moment. The dance floor pulsed with life, bodies swaying to a rhythm that seemed to write their own love story in the air. With a smooth motion, Maré extended his hand, the invitation clear. Doja slipped her fingers into his, feeling the warmth radiate from his touch, a jolt of chemistry that shimmered between them like stars on a clear night. Together, they moved to the beat, lost in the moment’s magic.

“Want to escape?” Maré whispered.

“I do,” Doja replied. “And I know the perfect place for a little night mischief.”

“Great,” Maré smiled. “After we’re done, I’m taking you to an exclusive after party for some more fun VIP style!”

Nestled atop the city, the rooftop exuded a warm, intimate ambiance. Soft music floated through the air, mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. The golden glow from string lights cast a dreamy halo over the setting, illuminating Doja as she leaned closer to Maré, her voice a sultry whisper.

“I want to feel alive,” she said.

Doja’s breath was a sweet mix of citrus and mint, sending a shiver down his spine. Her eyes sparkled like the stars above us, full of promise and adventure. The distant hum of traffic below felt miles away as they shared this moment, suspended in time, where everything felt possible.

“Tonight, you’re free,” Maré whispered as he traced Doja’s curves.

“Forever in this night,” Doja beamed.

Maré’s gaze fell upon Doja’s wide-set, almond-shaped eyes, and within their depths, he perceived not mere reflection, but a profound essence. A silent language passed between them, a recognition of a shared intensity that transcended words. In that suspended moment, the outside world seemed to fade, leaving only the magnetic pull of their connection, a connection that spoke of unspoken desires and a profound intimacy.

Maré’s lips slowly collided with Doja’s moist, full lips. As they kissed passionately, they enjoyed new tastes with their wet tongues. Hands roaming each other’s bodies as they continued kissing. Their hot desire for each other overflowed with each second. As if projecting wild thoughts, they stripped out of their Halloween costumes. Both were impressed with each other’s perfectly toned, mocha-skinned bodies.

“I want you so bad,” Doja said in a sultry tone.

At that moment, she jumped into Maré’s muscular arms. Holding her tight, Maré pressed her up against the wall. When his dick was inserted into her pussy, they both gasped from the feeling. Maré started having sex with Doja in the Janukurpara position. Smiling and moaning, Doja was in the zone, bouncing on Maré’s thick dick. Mare drove her up and down as her tits bounced in his face. They were so in the moment that they were hopping and humping in a circular motion, creating their own erotic dance.

“This is incredible,” Maré sighed.

He continued giving Doja Cat extra-deep penetration, feeling like a sex champion. Moments later, Doja climaxed on Maré’s shaft. Her warm erotic juice oozed down his thighs. Doja slid off Maré’s cock and stood on her feet, trembling from her orgasm. Maré held her closely as they caught their breath.

“That was good,” Doja sighed, as she recovered from her orgasm. “I want some more. We’re not done.”

She bent over and twerked as her ass cheeks slapped together. Smiling, Maré positioned himself behind her and easily inserted his dick in her back door. Once he was deep inside her, Maré began thrusting slowly, but instantly sped up the pace. Doja moaned and groaned as her body quivered with ecstasy from every hard thrust of his cock.

“Your ass feels so good, Doja,” Maré murmured. “Oh, I love looking at my dick move in and out of that ass. Throw that booty back!”

Doja Cat threw her ass back to clap into Maré’s pelvis, meeting his hard thrusts with a perfect sync. The friction from every stroke of Maré’s cock grew fierier with each drive.

“Yes, fuck me like I’m your bad, little bitch!” Doja told him.

“Yes, throw that ass back, you little rebel,” Maré grunted. “It is so good.”

He slapped Doja’s ass a few times. Grabbing her tits, Maré started banging Doja harder and deeper. She moaned louder, enjoying the pleasure. They eagerly leaned in, hearts racing with anticipation of their orgasm as the countdown played in their minds, savoring every moment and wishing to stretch out the thrill a little longer.

Then it happened. Mare and Doja Cat climaxed simultaneously. Their moans and groans echoed in the clear, night air. The sensation felt incredible as they both trembled and chuckled.

Once Maré’s orgasm tapered off, Doja Cat dropped to her knees and performed fellatio. Maré closed his eyes and massaged Doja’s head. He was in a state of pure bliss and relaxation, and the night was not yet over.

The air buzzed with anticipation as the velvet ropes parted, revealing the exclusive VIP lounge. A deep crimson glow bathed the room, casting a sultry light over the glimmer of champagne flutes clinking together like whispered secrets. It was a moment of pure excitement, a glimpse into a world of mystery and allure.

“Here’s to a night we’ll never forget!” Doja exclaimed.

Her laughter rang out like a rich and infectious melody, pulling everyone in with its warmth. It was a moment of shared joy, a celebration of life and freedom that united them all.

“The world is ours! Happy Halloween!” Maré shouted.

The bubbly effervescence of the champagne danced on their tongues, igniting a playful spark of uninhibited fun. Around them, the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with the faint, smoky essence of the club, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Every moment pulsed with thrilling energy, a blend of laughter, music, and the sweet taste of possibility.

“Let’s live in this moment,” Doja whispered.

With a joyful clink of their glasses, Maré leaned in, inviting the night ahead. In that enchanting moment, everything else dissolved, and they were fully present, savoring the magic that life had to offer. The heart of the dance floor pulsed with energy, a vibrant sea of bodies swaying under the dazzling lights that flickered like stars against the night sky. Maré, with his unmistakable charisma, drew everyone’s gaze as he moved effortlessly, each step laced with rhythm and passion. The infectious beat of the music thumped in his chest, syncing with the energy swirling around him.

Doja Cat, radiant in her dark gown adorned with shimmering sequins, glided into the scene, her presence magnetic. As she joined him, the air crackled with an electrifying chemistry that captivated the crowd. Laughter erupted from fans, their faces lit with admiration, as they celebrated this unexpected union.

The bass reverberated through the floor, sending waves of sound that mingled with the scent of sweat and excitement. Doja spun gracefully, her gown cascading like liquid shadows, catching the strobe lights and sending shards of silver flying across the dance floor. Maré’s eyes glimmered with mischief as he matched her movements, their dance a dialogue filled with unspoken words.

As they danced, the world around them faded, a unified bubble of rhythm and connection. The warmth of Doja’s laughter sparkled in the air, mingling with the intoxicating aroma of colognes and perfumes that surrounded them.

“Can you feel this?” Maré leaned in, his voice a low murmur that vibrated against the backdrop of the pulsating music.

“Every beat!” Doja responded.

Her voice was playful yet sultry, each word wrapping around him like a warm embrace. Together, they twirled, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, a choreography of spontaneity and allure that left the crowd breathless. The bright lights shimmered off their skin, highlighting the joy and freedom of the moment. Fans cheered, their voices rising in a chorus of appreciation, a rhythmic chant that filled the air with electric excitement. The bass dropped, punctuating the pulse of the night, and with it, Maré and Doja erupted into their own celebration of life, laughter pouring out of them like confetti.

In that moment, surrounded by fans who mirrored their energy, they transformed the dance floor into a sanctuary of fun and connection. Music, laughter, and a shared thrill swirled around them, creating an unforgettable tapestry of sound and sensation that enveloped everyone present. The night stretched on, a beautiful blur of color and sound, each moment captured in the electrifying dance of Maré and Doja Cat at the heart of it all.

As night deepened, the dawn glowed warmly on the horizon, spreading a golden light that gently illuminated the world. The air filled with the earthy aroma of fallen leaves and distant bonfires. Doja stood with a radiant smile that chased away the shadows, inviting joy into the moment.

“Forever in this Halloween night,” Maré declared, his voice a low, rhythmic murmur that resonated with the evening's energy and the crackling light in the air.

Doja leaned closer, her breath warm like the last embers of a fire.

“Tonight, we’re immortal,” she whispered.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and magic, as if she had captured the very essence of the night itself. A gentle breeze danced through the leaves, harmonizing with her voice, while the joyous laughter of nearby revelers gradually faded. The enchanting scene gently blurred, wrapping them in a comforting darkness.

 THE END.

About Gianni Shamari:

New York native Gianni Shamari coined the term “champagne erotica,” a fast-paced erotic story that captures the celebration of the champagne lifestyle. He made his publishing debut with the erotic tale “Another Best Erotic Night Of My Life” in 2016, The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine anthology. Gianni has been writing for Bare Back Magazine for eight years. His novellas "Monica Hershel: Predator on Top" and "His Highness, the Philogynist" established him as an author. Gianni's third erotic novella, "Maré & Monica: The Best of Both Worlds," showed his growth as a writer. He just released his fourth erotic novella, "Ecstasy Around the World," which is a must-read.