The Girl with the Octopus
Leon's ardor cooled somewhat when he discovered that Harriet kept a squid in her basement. She was up against the wall beside the washing machine and he was all over her. It was a strange place to have sex on a first date, but Leon believed in letting the lady choose. He felt he got laid more often that way. He had just gotten her blouse off when he felt something cold and damp curl around his calf. It was long and rubbery, and it clung to his skin as tightly as if it were glued Then the intruding member, whatever it was, got considerably more intimate. He broke away to look down, screamed, and backed up against the wall next to Harriet. The concrete was cold and clammy, and he felt a flicker of remorse for pressing Harriet up against it. But the wall was no clammier than the muscular arm, mottled green with small red spots and bearing a double row of suckers, which had forced its way between the two of them. The arm thickened from a couple of inches at the tip to three or four times that where it vanished into the gloom beyond the reach of the single 40-watt bulb. The arm raised its distal portion, for all the world like a questing snake, and more of it slid into view, bunching up under the light and, incidentally, blocking them off from the stairs.
"That thing is at least 40 freaking feet long!" Leon screamed, pushing himself back against the wall, and it became very clear that fear had displaced lust in his physiology. He pulled Harriet to him and held on tightly, but she coolly pried his fingers loose and slipped out from under his arm.
"Oh, much longer than that," she said. "I was hoping it would wait until we were finished." She gave a "you can't have everything" shrug, and tugged on his hand. He followed her away from the wall, into the brighter area under the light. She let go of his hand. The light went out. He didn't hear anything, not anything at all, but a few seconds later the door at the top of the stairs opened, Harriet slipped through, and the door closed again. The darkness was absolute. He trembled violently, but only whimpered when the arm, or another just like it, curved around his waist and begin to squeeze. He did scream, finally, when the mouths inside the suckers opened and began to feed.