Press Your Luck 28

Danny returned to where he left Lucy having cleaned himself up and deciding to surprise Lucy with something even more special for her since they won more than they would need to pay off her debt to Jefferson and the bills for all of her surgeries. Danny never was much of a gambler but he could understand why people could get addicted to it, he nearly lost himself to it while he was losing. The free alcohol certainly made it easier for him to make desperate bets he normally wouldn’t have without them. But that didn’t matter now, he would be more careful in the future but tonight he was going to treat Lucy right. Like she deserved. Which was why he suggested they both dress up nicely. 

It wasn’t the first time Lucy had dressed up but still, like every time before, she left Danny stunned by how beautiful and sexy she was. Beyond just sexy or beautiful, at times she was adorable. Due largely in part to her cute button nose. Even when she was doing something as simple as painting her toes she would scrunch up her nose in a way he couldn’t help but be moved to kiss her. She of course would chastise him for interrupting something that required “super focus” to get just right. He would apologize, except he had no intention of stopping, and when she giggled and so proudly showed him her completed work he would kiss her again.

Danny himself had dressed up in one of his newly purchased Italian suits he was given now that he worked for the Velascos. He fiddled with the cuffs on his navy blue shirt and adjusted his red tie for the same reason he unbuttoned and re-buttoned his black blazer a half dozen times while he walked to the front desk despite the clothes fitting him better than any clothes he had won since his growth spurt a decade ago. They were dating, but he still wanted to impress Lucy. Which is why he went to that weird salon Val recommended called Kaspa’s spa instead of his usual barber. He told the woman he only wanted a shave and a trim but when she found out he was Lucy’s boyfriend she insisted on giving him the works. He tried to tell her he couldn’t afford it, he could barely afford the hotel and gambling, but she insisted. “Lucy is an old friend, sugar.” She winked at him, “This one’s on the house.”

He wondered, ‘just how long has Lucy been coming here?’ while the Cantrell woman had put all kinds of products in his hair and given him the smoothest shave he ever had while some other woman attended to his hands and feet.

He could understand why Lucy might enjoy being pampered, but, somehow it just felt …odd to him to have someone do things he himself was capable of for him. A stray thought crossed his mind as he imagined Lucy sitting in his lap, giving him some trim. Or carefully shaving his face. Giggling as he groped her butt.

Afterwards, she asked him what he had planned to wear, he mumbled uncertainly without his usual bravado.

“Probably a dress shirt, a jacket, and some jeans.” He half shrugged as if it was obvious; considering that it was extraordinarily similar to what he wore usually. ‘Was it supposed to be different?’, he thought to himself, as if he would get an answer.

He was brought back to reality by a loud gasp escaping the woman’s lips; a gasp so audible, he jumped to attention, the thought of her falling unconscious from the sheer intensity fueling him

“Oh hunny!”, she exclaimed, with a slight shake of her head, her hand suddenly clutched to her chest in sheer dismay,” That will never do!” She fanned herself rapidly, “If you love this girl you must show it and always put your best foot forward.”

He looked at her with disbelief, "We already live together so it’s not like she hasn’t seen me at worse and I didn't sa-”

“That does not matter.” She interrupted harshly, waving  him off, “You must show respect to her in the same way you would your God. And since kissing her feet in public is not an option, in most cases, you have to dress in such a way that shows your devotion and adoration of her.”

Danny blushed as he imagined himself at Lucy’s feet. Even before her surgery she had always made sure her feet were beautiful. He still didn’t like she had gone through with them in secret but ever since her recoveries her feet were at least two sizes smaller and they arched so perfectly in her heels. The fact she no longer had to wear heels even to bed made the times she clearly chose to, more special. And one signal he now knew meant she wanted some…late night fun. Even if she just claimed to have forgotten to take them off, he knew better.

Danny cleared his throat nervously, glad the woman in front of him couldn’t read his mind. “How…?”, he rubbed the back of his head in disbelief only for her to slap his hand away,”…that doesn’t make sense. How would dressing like I’m going to church impress her?”, he asked matter-of-factly.

Cantrell sighed, “To boil it down to one word. Effort. How long does she spend painting her nails? Putting makeup on? Choosing an outfit? You don't need to match the time, you are a man after all. But there needs to be effort."”, she finished haughtily.

Danny nodded, “Maybe you’re right.” He omitted his feelings about her idea of him worshiping at Lucy’s feet.

“I know I am hunny.”

He looked at his freshly cleaned nails and bare face in the mirror, “Thanks for the advice.”

“Any time sugar.”

Danny turned to leave, stopping at the door and turning back over his shoulder, “Your boyfriend must be an amazing man.”

Cantrell bit her tongue and forced a smile to her face, “Yup.” She clicked her tongue angrily. None of the men she had met thus far could handle a woman as fine as her. That was all. Sensing he had touched on a sore subject Danny thanked her again and left.

Danny had taken her advice as best he could, he never paid much attention to fashions so he had to ask Valerie to help him. She was the one who told him he should wear his red tie to match Lucy’s dress and add a bit of brightness to his otherwise dark attire.

“Ah yes, sir. How may I help you?” A thin woman in a smart business suit stood behind a half circle check-in desk.

“Yes.” Danny smiled, “I made a reservation a couple of days ago? Daniel Sanders.”

The woman typed quickly on her keyboard, “A single queen, non-smoking, Room 412, I have you right here Mr. Sanders. Is there a problem?”

“Oh no!” Danny waved his hand with a smile, “Actually,”–he chuckled–“ my girlfriend and I won the jackpot–”

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you.” he smiled. “Our luck continued in the high roller area and I was wondering if it were at all possible to upgrade to something more special?”

“Let me see what we have available.” After a few minutes of typing and discussing Danny had booked a wonderful suite for the two of them.

Several minutes later, Danny found Lucy standing at a roulette table. "Here you are…" Danny swallowed as he approached the smaller girl who now refused to look at him, "What are you doing?"

"Playing." Her voice came barely above a whisper and her shoulder turned inward, away from Danny's hand.

"...How much did you lose?"

She shook her head, "It's fine. Any minute now I'll get it back."

"How much?" He asked again more firmly.

"It's fine."

"I need a number."

Finally Danny could handle it no more and spun Lucy to face him, "Lucy,” he said firmly, “how much did you lose?” The crowd of gathered gamblers were awkwardly pretending not to be paying attention to Danny as his anger grew.

“I still have these.” Lucy held up a stack of over a dozen chips in each hand with a pout.

Danny sighed heavily and took Lucy’s hands in his, “We need to go.”

“Just one more and it’ll be fi-”

“No!” Danny shouted, immediately regretting it and backing away from Lucy. “I’m going to the room.” He placed the room key in Lucy’s hand and softly said, “Do whatever you think is right.” Danny walked away just as a large security man in all black approached him. Danny simply waved the man off. The man continued to follow Danny out of the high roller area.

Later, Harlow opened the door to their suite. Discovering Daniel had reserved a room for them was shocking enough but to learn it was a penthouse suite floored him. The first thing to catch his eye as he entered the room was the large window that overlooked the city, Las Vegas’ dazzling lights throwing a rainbow of colors on the wall above the L shaped couch opposite the flat screen tv built into the wall separating the living area and the bedroom proper. Harlow stopped at the dining table and picked an orange from the assorted fruits in the large crystal bowl. Smelling the orange he found it was real! All of them were. On the counter, adjacent to the wall, was a small wine rack that held six bottles of wine.

Silently Harlow opened the bedroom door and saw the same glittering lights dancing on the wall above the king sized bed. On the nightstand beside the large bed he found a strangely empty bucket of ice and a remote, presumably for the television that was currently playing a black and white movie Harlow didn’t recognize.

Beside the bucket lay the shoes he bought for Daniel during his last shopping spree with Elana. He hadn't felt right making Daniel stand there while they had fun shopping.

Harlow sat on the side of the bed and turned the television off as he sat his small black purse on the nightstand beside the empty bucket of ice.

After a moment of examining it he found a small folded card thrown or fallen to the floor. Harlow stood and bent over at the waist to pick up the note like Valerie had been teaching him to do.

“Hey!” Daniel shouted from the bathroom, “Who turned off Bogart?”

Harlow slowly opened the bathroom door to find Daniel stepping out of an oversized jacuzzi tub set into a raised platform.

“Oh,” he said as he wrapped a soft white robe around his still wet body, “I got champagne!” He said, reaching for the large bottle behind him and offering it to Harlow. “Have you ever had champagne?”

He smiled warmly at his drunk friend. “I never, like, got the chance.” He said taking the bottle from Daniel and taking a sip.

Daniel tied the robe together, “It’s terrible!” Harlow choked, trying not to laugh at his friend. “You okay?”

“I’m okay.” He smiled and sat the bottle down, “What about you?”

“Me? I’m great.” He took a small towel and dried his face off, unaware that he was exposing his cock to whoever wished to look as the robe spilled open,  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Harlow couldn’t help but look at Daniel’s hardening cock as it bobbed behind the robe. “Because I, like,…” he hesitated, admitting fault never came easy to Harlow. It was just easier to ignore it, or if he couldn’t…then he could always make amends, “Because I was, like, thinking if you were upset I could totally make you feel better.” He offered as he reached his hand between the soft robe and gripped Daniel’s cock.

Lucy’s usually sweetly soft voice now sounded smoother…almost smokey. Danny smirked slightly until he felt her grab his dick. He stared at Lucy as she gently stroked his lengthening cock. She was sexy, he wouldn’t deny that even as mad as he was right now. She always went out of her way to make herself look like a walking wet dream. Her lips were permanent dick sucking lips after her surgery, and yet she still put in the effort to plump them up, to draw his attention.

But he was mad and the only thing she could think of was sex? ‘Fine.’ He kissed her sensually, slowly pushing her back into the master bedroom, "Strip." He said forcefully as he sat in one of the chairs beside the window.

"What?"

"You've been learning how to dance. Let's see what you can really do."

Lucy looked to the window, and the other towering hotels that could likely see into their room as she gripped the pole built in the floor, "I won't say it again." Daniel picked up the remote and with the push of a button sensual music began to play.

Harlow stood beside the pole, feeling it spin slowly in his hand. It was not the first time he had danced for Daniel but this time felt different. As he began to gyrate his hips to the song he could feel hundreds of eyes watching him. Each window was a man watching him spin around a pole in high heels or grope his own breast and rub his hand between his too smooth crotch. Pulling his fingers away he found his fingers wet with precum.

Out of instinct, or maybe out of the habit he developed after weeks of doing so he looked into Daniel's eyes as he wrapped his lips around his wet fingers and swallowed the sticky precum. His trapped member twitched again and he knew that, no matter how wrong it was or how much he should hate it, he leaked more precum into his panties as he took in the look of unabashed lust in Daniel’s eyes.

Daniel's eyes were crawling over every inch of his body as he continued. These weren't the usual eyes of someone…pretending to be a boyfriend but the eyes of a hungry animal waiting for the right moment to snatch up his prey and use her body to sate his nagging lust. And for some reason this made Harlow's dick twitch all the more.

He grabbed his breasts in his hands, kneading them together as he bent forward so Daniel could watch before he turned and slowly lowered the straps of his dress while he shook his ass to the continuous tempo that filled the room.

Turned away from Daniel Harlow lifted his dress, exposing the red lace cheeky panties he had chosen to wear. Hoping that any man who caught a glimpse might–Harlow shrieked as Daniel suddenly pulled him into his lap. Harlow giggled nervously as he now grinded into Daniel's lap. His warm and exposed cock plumping up as it was teased against Harlow's panties.

After a moment of this Daniel's hand wrapped around Harlow's throat.  "Take em off." He commanded with a growl.

Harlow gasped, feeling his own penis twitch against its confines. "No." Daniel growled as Harlow tried to remove his hand from his throat, "I said take them off. Now."

He should have told his…friend to let him go. To stop being stupid. To shut up and go to bed. But instead he arched his back and slipped his panties off, letting them fall to his ankles. "Good girl." Harlow fought a smile as Daniel bit his ear causing Harlow to wriggle in Daniel’s lap as a large shiver ran down his spine, his panties falling to the floor as his feet danced and writhed in pleasure.

Daniel grabbed a handful of Harlow's hair and pulled down forcing Harlow to look up, exposing his neck. Like some starving vampire Daniel sunk his teeth into Harlow's neck. The pain struck Harlow first, followed by…pleasure. Instinctually he tried to pull away but between his bad position and Daniel’s strength he was trapped. The gentle giant shifted, and pulled Harlow's legs up off of the floor. Before Harlow could say anything further Daniel bit down once more with enough force that had he not been in control he would have broken skin.

"Daniel!" Harlow shrieked.

Daniel's onslaught didn’t stop there, before he realized what was happening Daniel's hand found its way between Harlow's legs. Daniel massaged Harlow's cock, the friction finally forcing the glue loose. For a moment, through the pain mixed with pleasure, Harlow thought angrily, ‘Fucker!’ Without thinking Harlow angrily slapped Daniel in the face. Daniel simply smiled.

In heartbeat Daniel’s hand wrapped around Harlow’s throat. His eyes widened in momentary confusion, until just as suddenly the confusion washed away as Daniel slowly breathed him in like an animal inspecting its kill. His hand slowly squeezing his throat tighter and tighter. After a moment, Harlow licked his lips. His pulse raced as he felt a familiar pleasure from his cock. Why was this turning him on?!

Last time had been so different. Harlow had played his part and made sure to shout praises to Daniel and call out his name as his friend kissed and caressed him as he would gently slide his large cock inside of his ass…but now?

Daniel forced Harlow onto the floor in front of him, “You want this cock?” He hissed, wrapping his hand in Harlow's hair, keeping him in a short leash, “Beg for it.”

“D-Daniel…” Harlow felt the familiar painful pleasure from his now freed cock.

Daniel lifted him by his hair, wrapping his free hand around Harlow's throat once more, "In the next minute my dick's gonna be inside of you." His growling voice shifted, there was a softness to it again but the hunger, the lust, the anger? It all remained, "It's up to you if you take it dry or not." Daniel forced Harlow back to his knees, pulling his head into Daniel's lap. Inches away from his hardened dick.

"Daniel…please?" Harlow begged. Not for whatever strange game they were playing to end…but for something more.

"That doesn't sound like you want it." He leaned back in the chair, “Forty-five seconds.”

Harlow bit his lip as Daniel twisted his hair tighter around his fist. Amidst the rapidly cooling wetness of the room and despite his shock and confusion Harlow could feel a wetness growing between his legs with each throbbing twitch.

“...Please.” He moaned softly at first, pouting as he looked up at Daniel, “I want it.” His hand slowly reached for Daniel’s dick. “I want your cock. I want to taste your dick so bad!” he moaned loudly, not wanting to experience the pain of Daniel’s mammoth monster without some sort of lubrication. And since he didn’t have to worry about Valerie hearing him he didn’t have to hold back he could lay it on thick. The thought of telling him no simply didn’t occur to him.

Harlow wrapped his slender fingers around the cock in front of him, like many times before, but right now they seemed smaller... he felt smaller, less in control as a small piece of his mind registered some pain as his long red hair was pulled and he felt his excitement rise.

His mouth watering like it craved the taste of his friend's dick as he sunk his lips around it, drool already spilling from the corners of his mouth as he took a few precious seconds to taste him. Something he had never done before. It wasn't something he... Harlow would do, but Lucy would. His dick often got hard when just looking at him... no at her. It was the least she could do to appreciate what she had been given by such a sweet man. Harlow had fucked up so much! Lucy needed to make up for it, giving her boyfriend some sexual relief was a small step in the right direction, she thought as she bobbed her head up and down, and swallowed every bit of tasty precum from her boyfriend she could coax out of his warm member. Her own hand reached between her legs and stroked her small penis between her legs. She was so wet with anticipation even as Daniel would occasionally pull her hair one way or another, mixing a sharp bit of pain with the pleasure she was feeling.

Daniel gripped Lucy’s hair in his other hand and used it to pull her off of his cock as he stood. Kneeling in front of her boyfriend, it was all she could do to keep from falling over as Daniel took control, forcing his cock passed her painted lips until Lucy began to gag only to pull it back out and force it back down her throat again, faster and faster each time. In the corner of her eye she could see her reflection in the window as Daniel’s cock thrust in and out of her mouth for the entire strip to see. ‘I shouldn’t be here!’ his mind shouted. ‘But, like, it feels so good!’ she giggled internally. Lucy lost track of how long Daniel continued to use her face like some living fleshlight but when he was finished Daniel’s dick was wet with her spit.  “Time’s up.” Daniel pulled Lucy up off of the floor and with great ease tossed the smaller girl onto the bed.

Harlow watched as his friend tossed his robe aside, he should be getting away, he should be telling Daniel to stop, he should be throwing a shoe at him! Instead he bit his lip, and squeezed his cock between his thighs, feeling more precum leaking out of his still soft penis. He was on the verge of cumming and he barely touched his dick! ‘This isn’t right.’

Daniel seemed almost angry as he forced Lucy’s legs open and shoved his cock all the way inside. Her back arched as she took the full length in an instant. His hand once again wrapped around her throat, pinning her to the bed while each thrust drove itself deeper into her and her deeper into the bed.

He shouldn’t be enjoying it! That much he knew. With every thrust his friend made Lucy cried out a mix of pain and pleasure. How could he be enjoying this? He should at least ask Daniel to be gentle and yet. Why were her arms wrapping around Daniel’s back, pulling him in deeper every time he tried to pull out? Why, when Daniel pulled back, did he feel so empty?! He liked knowing men…knowing people craved him, wanted her, found him sexy….but why did he want to feel Daniel's cock inside of him?

He couldn’t be enjoying this, letting his friend use him like a sex doll! Like some whore! He had been pretending to be Lucy for too long...these were just things he pretended to like as Lucy liked and GOD HOW SHE LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT! But she wasn’t him! Was she?

Daniel derailed Lucy’s train of thought as he kissed her lips, his cock continuously pounding her eager hole. “Ah God! Daniel!” she screamed as she felt her first orgasm of the night rock her body as Daniel continued his rampage.