CJ followed the woman ghost to a room. The spirit glowed and looked angelic. The woman's hair was chocolate brown, and she had wonderful breasts to compliment a perfect body. But her face was shadowed.
"Uh, hi! My name's CJ. What's yours?"
The spirit doesn't answer.
"I'm married, but she isn't here right now. Just in case you were wondering."
The spirit approaches.
"We have an open relationship. You know, as far as I'm concerned."
The spirit, it's face still strangely shadowed, gently caressed CJ's breasts.
"A very, very open relationship."
The pleasure of her breasts being caressed was shortly lived as the spirits toothless, ugly, horrible face was exposed. CJ screamed in absolute horror as the spirit stuck it's strangely long tongue out and tried to stick it in CJ's mouth. KitKat heard the screaming and ran to investigate. When she arrived, the spirit was on her knees, face in front of CJ's crotch with a brown paper bag over it's head. It was obvious what the spirit was about to do to CJ.
KitKat was absolutely appalled at what she was witnessing.
"Oh my god! What the fuck are you doing!?" KitKat screamed.
"Fuck off, this ain't no peep show!"
But the spirit disappeared before anything could happen. Possibly spooked by KitKat's meddling.
"You fucking cunt blocked me!"
CJ zipped up.
To be continued.