It started at the Company Halloween Costume Ball

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"You have to spend money to make money."

Jack glowered at the words on his computer screen. He'd heard or read them a thousand, thousand times. Ostensibly, it was true, if you're going to sell something to make a profit, first you have to spend capital to create or purchase that good or service. You cannot sell something you don't possess. Doing that was fraud. But that was never what people meant.

Never.

Not even once.

"You have to spend money to make money" was the rallying cry of the unprepared. It was what people said when they saw an opportunity and didn't have a plan on how to best capitalize on that opportunity. And as an accountant, it was Jack's job to say no. And he was good at his job.

Years ago, Jack was a professional wrestler. The Masked Bandicoot. You've probably never heard of him. He was a mid-card wrestler who got injured and decided to give the game up instead of making a comeback. His father had been a wrestler his whole life, and Jack had started young. He was wrestling from the age of twelve, and signed with the WWE at eighteen. He did pretty well for a new talent, but life on the road and never being home just wasn't his thing.

Jack didn't spend his money on hookers and drugs like the rest of his contemporaries. He saved up his cash and had about half a million dollars when he left the industry. He went to school and got a bachelor's in mathematics and a master's in accounting and economics, finishing early. He took his money and invested it. Some of the ventures made decent money, some failed spectacularly. His cash reserves were very low so that led him to taking a job with this company.

Which was what put him in the position he was in now. He had to say no to someone he had never met. Again. Whoever this person was had put forth a number of cost analysis requests. Granted, they were spotting all kinds of interesting opportunities, but the business plan wasn't in place. This was the seventh or eighth time he had to say no to them.

"You make money," he typed, "via a solid business plan with an analysis of the cost/profit ratio. The answer is no. Happy Halloween."

Jack hit send and logged off. Speaking of Halloween he had the perfect costume this year for the company ball. He was going as Rey Mysterio, the tiny wrestler. Proportionally, they were the same size, though Jack stood at six foot, while Rey Mysterio was much shorter. The costume was simple enough, a colorful full face mask, except for his mouth, and a loose pair of pants, leaving the incredible musculature of his torso fully exposed. Nobody at the company knew about his time as the Masked Bandicoot, so there was little chance they would recognize him as Rey Mysterio.

It was going to be a great night.

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OOC: Closed
 
“No? I'm really starting to think that's your favorite word. Expect a proper plan Monday morning.” Jasmine promptly replied to her latest in a series of rejected proposals. She tossed her golden brown hair over her shoulders and sunk back into her office chair. Jasmine Bartlet had been working with this company for the last five years without a kink until the new accountant. She tended to be bold in her advertising choices for their firm. Most were a little costly but paid off in the end.

“How in the hell can I get anything done like this?” Jasmine asked rhetorically tossing a balled up proposal into the trash bin. She had never met the guy and couldn't stand him. With a deep sigh Jasmine shutdown her computer and prepared to leave. The office was filled with sounds of excited employees welcoming Friday. Most were headed home to get dressed for the boss’s costume party.

Jasmine had planned to go two weeks ago when she had a boyfriend. It seem sad to go alone, especially since they were going as a vintage joker and harley quinn. Her costume was nothing more than a black and red minni skirt and a matching bra like top. It was more than a little risqué for a company party but the matching masquerade mask would ensure no one recognized her. As she stood watching the elevator ding floor by floor.

“Why not?” Jasmine asked aloud soliciting a startled reaction from a fellow co-worker sharing the elevator. Jasmine smiled finishing her thought. Why not go and have a little fun, be a little extra flirty? What's the worse that could happen?
 
The pants weren't right. Not that he expected anyone to notice. Rey Mysterio changed his pants all the time. only a true wrestling geek would know every pair of pants the luchadore had ever worn.

Jack had bought these a few years back while he was in college. His father had asked him to be a surprise guest at a local promotion. He had worn the pants and the Rey Mysterio mask and even entered with Rey's music.

Booyaka, Booyaka, 6-1-9!

Jack shook his head as the music played in his mind. What the hell had they called him that night? Rey Gigante? Gigante Mysterio? Something like that. There were alot of things he missed about the ring. Performing six nights a week wasn't one of those things.

He was home, just out of the shower, and standing naked in his bedroom. The closet was open and he was staring at his pants and the mask on a hanger. He smiled at the memories. Jack made his way over to his dresser and put on deodorant. Then he broke out the gasoline and put just a hint of it on his pecks, especially on his nipples, and then rubbed a tiny bit over his abs. He wanted them to shimmer a bit at the party. Thanks to hours every week doing aerobic exercise, he was still in great shape. Then he took a big scoop of the vasoline and slathered it over his thick, uncut cock and inner thighs. The last thing he needed to do tonight was chafe in those pleather pants.

Jack put on boxers, making sure his dick went down the left leg, and socks, then walked over to the closet. He put the pleather pants on first. They were a bit tight, and there was a hint of the size of the monster in his pants. That wouldn't be an issue unless he got aroused. Then he'd go from wrestler to Chippendale dancer.

Jack chuckled at the thought as he put on the mask. He walked back into the bathroom to check himself out in the mirror. He did a few flexes. Damn, he still looked good.

Forty minutes later he was at the party. There were a number of the normal costumes: doctor, slutty nurse, superheroes, slutty maid, historical people, slutty historical women. Ladies tended to use Halloween as an excuse to be uninhibited. Jack was all for that.

After some punch, he made his way to the dance floor and started to groove. Being a former pro athlete made him light on his feet. Being a former high flyer in the ring let him do some moves that got alot of attention, which is what he was looking for. At the apex of the song Jack kept in the air, touching his toes and doing a split, then sticking the landing. The rest of the dancers whooped it up and cheered him on.

Jack grinned. He missed the adulation.
 
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