Dear Holly,This weekend, my boss is putting on the annual Halloween party in the office, which is usually a cause for excitement, as I love to get dressed up as something slutty and inappropriate, like a whorish Little Bo Peep or a sexy black cat with a tail and massive tits. Last year, my bum-skimming Red Riding Hood outfit worked a treat, resulting in me getting pumped good and hard by Darth Vader in the photocopier room, along with a promise of finally getting my own office, and all before the karaoke kicked off. However, this year my fuddy duddy boss has, for some bizarre reason, insisted we all have to come as something associated with the horror genre, and I am finding it really hard to think of how to make scary into sexy. After all, no-one in their right mind wants a blow job from that little girl from the Exorcist, or if they do they probably work in IT and won’t have the authority to get me a promotion anyway. Letitia,Surrey

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