The Slutty Elf

As always, I appreciate any and all constructive feed back.

Let me know what you liked and what didn't work. My goal is to get better at writing these things (though I'd also appreciate any votes you want to give as I've entered this in the 2016 Halloween story contest)

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Tara was sure this was going to be the year she won. Mind you she had thought that the previous two years as well. This year however, she was extra sure she'd win the Epsilon Omega Halloween costume contest

Two years ago, her first at college as a fashion design major, she had gotten an invite to the fraternity Halloween party. She went in a self-made Sailor Moon costume, which was basically a schoolgirl uniform with an exceptionally short skirt. She made it herself and had nailed the costume perfectly so she was sure she had the contest in the bag. It certainly helped that it showed off a generous amount of her beautiful legs. She didn't win though. The five foot blonde lost to a tall, leggy brunette whose Elvira costume showed a generous amount of cleavage.

Last year she thought she corrected that error with a Star Wars slave Leia costume. It highlighted her clothing design skills as well as both her legs and ample bust. Again though, she lost to a leggy brunette who was in a store bought Morticia Addams costume that had an unbelievably plunging neckline.

This year she had gotten a deal on a professional grade elf costume, which she modified heavily. It now showed off as much skin as she dared. The bustier style top was really low, but unmoving. It encased her ample chest well enough to protect her modesty, but she had to be careful about twisting and turning, as it wouldn't necessarily move with her. The skirt was much more flexible. She had shorten it considerably, and cut it up, so it wasn't one piece of material wrapped around her as much as it was strips of cloth hanging from her waist. When she was standing still, the strips overlapped so it looked like a regular albeit funky skirt. When she walked however, the material spread out. So much so that she had to match the colour of her panties to the blue of costume, so there wasn't a contrast between the materials. As it was, her pale skin highlighted how much leg one could see when she move. To top it off, literally, she dyed her hair jet black.

When she got to the fraternity, she wandered the crowded first floor looking for some friends. Brian was the first one she saw.

"What do you think?" She asked, turning her head to show him her pointed ears.

"Very cute." He told her.

"Cute be damned, I look hot and I'm going to win the contest this year." She told him.

"Not likely." He challenged her.

"What?! Show me one costume better than mine." She challenged back.

"It's not the costume so much as what you do with it." He told her. "See that sexy Wonder Woman over there, she's been flirting with Larry, for 20 minutes already."

Larry was a cute third year engineering student who just happened to also one of the three judges.

"But that's not fair!" She balked.

"Fair or not, you're always be the cute girl in 2nd place." He wasn't wrong, it didn't matter what she did, being 5 foot nothing always put you in the cute category, no matter how sexy you dressed. She wasn't going to be able to compete with a 5'10" goddess that the judge thought he had a shot at. Unless she fought fire with fire.

"Who's the first year judge this year?" she asked, looking around the room.

"Sherman." He told her, pointing to a 19 yr old standing awkwardly by the snack table, alone. "The dean figured it be good for him, he's nice enough but a bit of an introvert."

With that Tara marched right up to Sherman. As she approached, she smiled and he actually looked behind himself to make sure he was the one she was smiling at.

"Hi Sherman." She said as if they were old friends.

"Hi?" He half asked.

"How are things?" She asked, trying to flirt.

"Good, good. I'm sorry, do we know each other?" He asked bluntly.

"Umm, no but a friend said you're a nice guy, and I don't meet a lot of those." She took a step closer, and reached past him for a couple of m