Press Your Luck 30

Lucy sat in the driver’s seat of a convertible pink Audi A5 as she drove along the empty noon day strip. Red and blue lights flashing behind her, “Oh wow!” She giggled, “I, like, totally zoned out didn’t I? Looking in the mirror at the police car that followed her. “Ugh! I so don’t wanna deal with this right now!” She paused a moment before biting her lip, “Then again, I always did like a man in uniform.” She giggled again and pulled over. “Ooh, that reminds me.” She adjusted the mirror and reapplied her crimson red lipstick, adding a shimmery gloss before blowing a kiss to herself in the mirror.

“Jesus, can you be any sluttier?” The officer asked as he climbed into the passenger seat.

“Gimme five minutes and you’ll find out.” Lucy smiled at the officer before it slowly faded as he finally came into focus. “Oh it’s you.” she sighed, “The boring one.”

“Or, ya know… the real one.” Harlow groaned.

"Pfft. Real boring." She threw the car back in gear and slammed her matching pink heel onto the gas pedal.

"You know this isn't real, right?"

"I don't care if I'm, like, asleep right now. Can’t get in any trouble for things you, like, do in your dream." She gave the person in the passenger seat a predatory smile. She thought of the scrawny blonde man to be boring and a bother, but he was here. She knew it would be narcis.. Narcisit…if she took the time to love herself, but he was a man and she was a girl and it was a dream… Lucy let out a little purr looking at the man who seemed to ignore it.

"No, I meant you and Danny. We're not really dating each other."

"Feels real enough." She pouted as she shifted the car into a higher gear, now annoyed at him.

"But it isn’t! It was so we could hide from Jefferson. And you let her put that…thing on us. On me! "

"We still have to hide!" She snapped back, “You, like, didn’t wanna deal with it anymore you said. And now I’m finally in the driver’s seat!” Lucy shouted as she took a turn.  "Besides,” her face softened into a smile once more, “you can't tell me you're not totally loving being with him. All the attention we get from men. That wonderful feeling when they push inside of us just right! And oh my god when they cum in our mouth,” she licked her lips, moaning softly as she did, “knowing that they like us, knowing it was me…" She glanced at the boring blonde man again, rolling her eyes. “Us that made them so happy.”

Harlow glared at the all too feminine Lucy, were her boobs bigger? They looked like they were on the verge of being an E cup. "I'm not gay."

Lucy erupted in a fit of giggles, "Please."  She rolled her eyes and turned the wheel, running over a curb as she took the turn, "Like, you know you can't lie to me, right?"

Harlow tried to intensify his glare as he looked at the feminized, slutty version of himself. "Don't sit there and act like you know me. You've been here, what? A week?!"

Lucy glared back at Harlow furiously and slammed her heeled foot on the brakes, bringing the car to a skidding stop blocking two lanes of traffic, "I've been here much longer than that and you know it." Her face softened slightly and she nodded at the window behind Harlow.

Turning around, Harlow was surprised to find the old apartment complex he lived in as a child bathed in a night sky. "Oh shut the hell up."

"I knew you'd remember it!" She cheered, jumping out of the car, bouncing on the balls of her feet as the expression on her face changed to one of joy. “Come on, short round!”

“No I don’t. And don’t call me that!” He yelled as he was unable to help himself watching Lucy’s chest bounce with every hurried high-heeled step.

In the apartment, a fifteen year old Harlow sat in the small kitchen at the even smaller kitchen table eating a late night bowl of cereal when a twenty year old man entered the kitchen wearing only boxer briefs. “Sup?”

“Hey.” Harlow embarrassingly turned away from the shirtless man, burying his eyes in his coco-puffs.

“Ah, young love.” Lucy giggled from her position on the counter, one leg crossed over the other and her skirt hiked up enticingly high.

“Oh shut up!” Harlow groaned, standing in the doorway leading to the laundry room, “I was not in love with the guy.”

“Look at you…at us!”  She pointed her long red nailed finger at their younger self. “We’re practically drooling over the half naked boy toy.”

“I was not.”

“Then why were you soooo totally blushing?”

“Cause he was my mom’s boyfriend and he’s half naked. One of many who paraded in and out of our lives at this time, by the way. You’d know that if you weren’t some…psychotic break I’m having.”

“And you’re, like, checking him out because…?” She giggled. Checking him out herself as he bent over to pick up something out of the fridge.

“I’m…was…I was jealous, okay?” Harlow frowned, “Everyone was always picking on me for being short and skinny and…I couldn’t imagine anyone ever doing that if I looked like him.”

“How did we ever make a living playing poker? Do you, like, remember what happened next?”

“...I ate my cereal and went back to bed and tried not to think about why he wasn’t wearing any pants.”

“No, no, no. That happened after.”

“Hey?” The half naked man said, closing the cabinet, “Where’s your mom keep the cereal?”

“Oh, uh…” Younger Harlow rounded the counter, not noticing the two older versions of him as he took a box of cereal out of the bottom cabinet.  “H-here you go.”

“Thanks kid.”

“I’m not a kid.” Young Harlow huffed.

The man smiled, “No I guess not.” He stared at Harlow for a minute, examining his delicate features, “You know you look a lot like your mom. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Young Harlow blushed while the older Harlow tried to bury his face in his hands, “A couple people.”

“Yeah. With some makeup…and a change of clothes you two could be twins.” The man said looking at the younger male.

Lucy giggled, looking over to Harlow cupping her chest. “I think we ended up a bit  bustier than Mom, don’t you?”

Young Harlow giggled nervously, “No way.” He scoffed, “She’s so old.”

“You just can’t see it because she’s your mom.” He tucked a strand of young Harlow’s hair out of his face, “But you both are very hot.” The man slowly pressed his lips against young Harlow’s. Dropping the box of cereal on the floor as he pulled him closer into a–

“That’s not what happened!” Harlow shouted.

Lucy shrugged, “You got me there. But, like, how many nights after did we think about it happening?” she giggled. “Ugh, fine.” The scene changed and the half naked man tucked the hair out of young Harlow’s face.

“You just can’t see it because she’s your mom.”

“What are you doing?” Samantha asked sternly as she cleared her throat. Harlow jumped at the sight of his mom’s sudden apperance, dropping the box of cereal to the floor and scattering the contents.

“Oh fuck,” younger Harlow swore as he picked up the box.

“Don’t swear in the damn house.” She yelled.

“S-sorry.” Younger Harlow blushed, covering his crotch with the box.

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved him off, “Save your apologies and clean up this mess.” Turning to her half naked lover, “You. Bedroom. Now!” She growled.

The man smirked, “See ya round, cutie.” He ended his sentence in a soft whisper as he followed into the bedroom.

Young Harlow smiled as he bent over to clean the scattered cereal off of the floor. “You should wish me a happy birthday.” Lucy said somberly, the first time she spoke in anything other than a half giggle since the dream had begun.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m being born. Right. Now.” Young Harlow’s smile faded as the sounds of muffled arguing flowed into the kitchen. The younger Harlow strained to listen as he slowly swept the cereal back into the box.

“-get the fuck out!” she shouted. A few moments later the man stormed out of the apartment, at least now wearing pants.

“We never saw him again.” Lucy sighed, laying back on the counter in the now empty kitchen, “Probably a good thing. Hot as he was, the guy was a total loser and a creep.” The scene changed again as morning light spilled into the small kitchen as Harlow and his mother sat quietly in the kitchen, “Mom never talked to us about it though.” Lucy pouted, “Maybe she should have, like, just told us the truth.”

“MY mother was a saint!”

Lucy scoffed, “No she was a person. They all fu-mess things up even if they’re doing the right thing.”

Harlow threw his hands up and shouted at the imaginary slut in disgust and frustration, “What the hell does this have to do with anything?”

“Uhoh, you gotta put a chip in the swear jar.” Lucy giggled. When Harlow didn’t respond she rolled her eyes, “You said I’ve only been here a week. I’ve, like, been here muuuuuch longer than that. Nearly nine… ten years in fact.” Lucy giggled, counting the number of years on her fingers.

“Bull. You’re just some stupid idea I let crawl inside my head. But I’m done with it.” Harlow shouted as he stormed over to the door to get out of the apartment. Lucy hopping off the counter, the memory frozen in place, she kissed her mom on the cheek. “Love you mom! I’m happy I took after you.” She then turned taking a few mincing steps towards Harlow was struggling with the door. “Remember that time all of our underwear was in the wash and we had to go to school in Mom’s panties? The little white cotton ones with the tiny pink bow in the front? Hmmmm…so maybe like twelve years!” She giggled with a smile, “Cause I like looooved them, they were so much softer than our own and if I totally loved them, so did you! Gosh we would have been so embarrassed if we got caught. Do you think Mom knew?” Harlow glanced behind him, shaking his head denying what he was hearing, pulling on the door enough that it opened, him dashing out to try and get some freedom. “But, oh man, wasn’t gym class fun that day?” Lucy pressed herself into Harlow, sandwiching him between her breasts and the immovable door, “Wondering if Daniel saw or all those cute boys we had to change in front of?”

“No one saw cause I changed in the bathroom!” Harlow growled.

“But you wish they had.” Lucy slipped her hand in between Harlow’s pants and his underwear, smiling as she found something soft and satiny. “You do remember.” She whispered happily.

“Fuck off!” The door vanished and Harlow fell through, slamming hard against the ground below.

“You lit-litter-...ugh, you, like, can’t run from me!”

“Watch me!” Harlow groaned as he stood up and ran for the car.

Lucy sighed and took one final look at her mother, “Mom, I love you but you sure did raise an airhead.”

Harlow hoped into the driver’s seat of the Audi, cranking the car with an excited laugh he sped away. “This isn’t real.” he said between gasping breaths, “Just a weird lucid dream. If I think hard enough I can change things.” He closed his eyes, squinting his face hard as he sped through the strip.

“You did change things though.” Lucy giggled from the passenger seat, Harlow’s face relaxed in defeat, “Check your kicks.” Groaning, Harlow looked at his shoes, his normally old, ratty sneakers had been replaced with pastel pink converses. “Not my taste, but they are totally cute.”

A second later, Harlow realized with an angry sigh he was no longer sitting in the driver seat. “Damn it, you did that!”

“Hey don’t blame me!” She scoffed, “If I did it you would be in a much higher heel.”

“You can’t possibly like heels.”

“I like how they make my ass look.” She giggled.

“Whatever.” He pouted, having to admit she was at least right about that much, “This is my mind, let me drive, damn it.”

Once again Lucy brought the car to a stop, “This isn’t your car. You drove that ugly penismobile.”

“Oldsmobile 442.”

“Whatever! You were in charge of that. That ugly old hunk of metal that just screams ‘I am definitely and totally hetero!’ This?  Is my car.” She sped off once more, her wind whipping behind her.

“It’s not real, just a visual representation of my mind.”

“We’re so cute when we try to act smart.” Lucy giggled, "You couldn't handle things and from your perspe.... view broke, but like from mine things got better because like you let me take the wheel and look how cute our car is now!"

“I keep telling you, I’m not gay!”

“Never said we were.” Lucy licked her lips, “Naomi, she was so sexy, and like, still is.” She giggled, “She went from a hottie cheerleader to a total milf.” She thought for a moment, “Wait, we had sex with her, so is she still a milf? And then there was Ray! Did you know he was into that?” Harlow turned away, “Maybe we should invite Daniel next time. Make it a real double date.”

“God do you ever stop thinking about sex?”

“Do you?” She giggled.

“Let me drive and fi-”

Lucy pressed a finger to Harlow’s lips, “Shh.” His lips grew a brighter shade of matte red, “You know you could be so much prettier if you tried.”

Harlow slapped Lucy’s hand away and grabbed the wheel. “I’m not a girl either!”

“Never said that either.” Lucy winked, as she slapped Harlow’s hands away.

Suddenly Harlow was in the back seat, the convertible top and the windows up and sealing him inside. Desperately he tried to open the door but after his futile attempts the handles vanished. “Fuck this.” He shook his head angrily, “Don’t come crying to me when you fuck shit up again.” Harlow crossed his arms over his chest, feeling the strange budding fleshy bulges, “You can deal with Danny and his nonsense.”

With a deep and relaxed sigh, Lucy stretched in the salon chair. “You okay?” Elana asked next to her in her own salon chair.

“Hmm? I’m, like, so fine.” She smiled. “Why?”

“You were moaning a lot after you crashed.”

“It was a totally awesome dream.” Lucy giggled.

“About Danny?” Elana whispered, “Or someone else?”

Lucy checked, ensuring Valerie was far enough away in her own salon chair receiving a green mask facial treatment before she answered, “Just this guy I had a crush on when I was younger.”

“Ooh, do tell.”

“Nothing happened!” Lucy sighed sadly with a pout, “He was older and my mom’s boyfriend at the time.”

“Ah, just dreaming about if something did, huh?”

Lucy giggled, “You so get me.”

Friday night, Daniel escorted the three girls to a club Elana insisted was “totally the absolute best place to be”. Daniel had little choice but to drive Elana given it was now his job, her mother also insisted he watch over her. He thought things would turn to this, he was almost positive that he would be a goon for the family. He wasn’t exactly that, not yet, but he figured it was only a matter of time. At least it paid better, much better really he had to admit and, as odd as it was, safer considering how many accidents happened on a site and a welding accident was no joke. So it wasn’t all bad he supposed.

At Elana’s suggestion and payment all the girls wore pink. Lucy wore a brand new petite cut out Bandeau bodycon dress and matching chunk heels. The cut outs and low cut top of her dress showed off as much of her chest as the law would allow.

Elana wore a fuchsia lace up knit dress with matching additional sleeves so her shoulders were bared at all times. Valerie wore a slinky pink abstract print asymmetrical strappy bodycon dress. Having not been out in awhile she originally wore a cute pair of pink mules until Lucy pointed out how terrible they would be for dancing. Ultimately she wore a pair of pink block high heels that Lucy had given her after her surgery. She ignored the irony for the evening, wanting instead to have a good time and switch off her brain like Lucy was able to.

Valerie drunkenly giggled and cheered as she sandwiched herself between the two girls on the car ride to the club. Not that either girl minded, both enjoying the attention from the busty former cheerleader as they shouted along with whatever pop song happened to come on to the radio.

Once inside the club proper, Valerie, and Elana danced together in a noisy night club while Daniel and Lucy danced beside them. Daniel smiled at his girlfriend. Her movements were much more fluid since the last time they went dancing, and he knew she was much more flexible now. Their dance only interrupted when one or all of the girls would ask him to bring them more drinks, which he was happy to oblige as he was enjoying Lucy’s lowering inhibitions.

As the night wore on Daniel had to sit and take a break while Lucy kept dancing with the other two. Running plays in football was nothing compared to keeping up with three drunk college aged girls it seemed. But still he watched the one he was hired to watch over and the two he loved. Danny sighed, she said she loved him too…but did she? She was going through a lot but…she didn’t even apologize for throwing away all that money they so desperately needed. He wanted to help her, but was he really helping her this way? What would helping her do to him in the end?

Valerie and Lucy danced together as the sensual music played. As they swayed in time to the music Valerie caressed her…friend? Harlow wasn’t her friend. He was a dick. But Lucy…“Can I, like, tell you something?” Val asked nervously as the music came to an end.

“Always!” Lucy cheered as she wrapped an arm around Val’s waist and walked to the bar.

“I…wish you weren’t dating my brother.” Lucy pouted, “N-not like that. You’re, like, crazy hot. I’m totally jealous.”

“Of me? Or your brother?” Lucy giggled.

“I…don’t know.” Valerie giggled back.

Lucy smiled, ‘I knew it. She totally wants me.’ She thought as she slipped her hands to Val’s butt, “What would you do if I wasn’t?” She cooed.

Valerie bit her lip, with a glance she saw where her brother now sat as he scanned the crowd. Valerie pulled Lucy further into the corner of the bar and pressed Lucy into the wall, “Someone’s ag-aggro-uh-”

“Shh.” Val pressed a finger to Lucy’s beautiful red lips. Both girls giggled together as Val’s lips drew closer, only stopping moments before their lips touched. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ Valerie thought as her gentle kisses became more aggressive, her hand cupping Lucy’s breast through the tight dress as her other arm wrapped around the small of her back, pulling the ultra feminine Lucy into her body.

Lucy moaned into the kiss, one hand squeezing Val’s butt while the other tangled itself in Val’s hair, “Oh fu-” Lucy gasped as Val’s hand slipped under her dress. She stared into the eyes of her former tormenter, as her hand pushed Lucy’s panties aside, the cheerleading sister of her boyfriend whom she had lusted after for years smiled hungrily at her. Lucy hadn’t even told Daniel about her new addition yet. When Valerie had told her that she would be able to have sex without taking it off she didn’t think her first use of it would be with Valerie herself. ‘Funny how life works out.’ Lucy giggled as she pulled Val in closer, grinding herself into Val as they continued to makeout like the drunken cheerleaders Lucy had often fantasized about.