Press Your Luck 17

Harlow and Danny spun along the dance floor with a dozen or so other couples. Harlow…was no dancer. Lucy was able to at least follow Danny’s lead but his moves were nowhere near as fluid as Isabella’s. Harlow burned red as Daniel picked him up yet again. While he was glad for the brief freedom from his clumsy feet, being lifted up by his much stronger boyfriend as Harlow hooked his leg around Daniel’s, bending further and ever closer until he could feel Daniel’s warm breath on his neck, for some reason made his pulse race and his mouth run dry. “You’re…you’re, like, a good dancer.” He giggled and tried to catch his breath at the same time.

“It helps having a beautiful dance partner.”

Harlow blushed and pushed Daniel away as the music ended. "That was so corny."

Danny smirked. Lucy said it was corny but the redness of her cheek and the cute smile she kept trying to hide told a different story. Maybe he had it wrong; he didn’t think he was but he was treating Lucy like she had never been Harlow, and she may not have liked that time, but it was still something that informed her. If he wanted to move further with Lucy he had to remember the person she was before. “If it makes you smile, I’ll be corn on the cob if I gotta.”

Harlow blushed again, ‘God he’s such an idiot.’ He thought as he slapped Danny’s hand, immediately regretting it when Danny groaned in pain. “Oh no I’m so sorry!” He said softly, taking Daniel’s hand in his and quickly kissing it softly. “Where’s your brace?” He asked.

“I didn’t wear it.” Harlow glared angrily up at Danny, “It didn’t look good with the suit.” He shrugged. Harlow pouted and began to say something when he was interrupted by Isabella hugging her new friend.

“You’re not going to keep this beautiful goliath all to yourself all night are you?” She giggled, the smell of a fruity cocktail on her breath.

“I suppose not. This song is totally too fast for me anyway.” Harlow gave a polite smile as he walked away, leaving Daniel to deal with the insatiable party girl Isabella. Danny started to protest but Isabella would have none of it, grabbing the big man’s arm she turned him away from the departing Lucy.

Harlow looked at the VIP booth Isabella had insisted on and saw Jefferson sitting in the booth holding onto his cane and looking at his phone. He knew he should be talking to Jefferson about freeing Harlow from his situation but the way he felt he knew he couldn’t approach the man correctly. Instead he went to the bar, hoping another drink would relax him enough to smooze the man who wanted to see him hanging by his toes. “Excuse me.” Harlow cooed to the two men he was trying to force his way past to get to the bar. He hadn’t realized just how natural it felt to speak like a Marilyn impersonator at this point. He didn’t even have to think about it anymore. The men watched the beauty bend over the bar, waving her hand, in an attempt to flag down the busy bartender. It took no time for the man behind the bar to hurry to Lucy. “Can I get a-” He stopped, Harlow would get a jack daniels or something else equally as stiff, but Lucy was a girly girl… “Like, can I get a…sex on the beach?” Harlow asked for the only cocktail he could think of off the top of his head.

“Put it on my tab.” One of the two men she had passed said as he sidled up beside her at the bar.

“Oh. Thanks. I totally forgot my purse too.” Harlow giggled nervously, not sure how he planned to pay for the drink, but grateful the problem worked itself out.

“Always happy to help out a damsel in need.” The man smirked. Harlow smiled as the bartender handed him a drink, the last time Harlow went to a club he had to wait forty-five minutes just to be waited on. But Lucy was waited on immediately, and someone was nice enough to pay for him. Of course he knew why, he was sexy. The man probably wanted more than just to be charitable but he was smart enough to get away as soon as he could. “Thank you so much.” He smiled as he started to walk away from the bar.

“Wait, where you goin?”

“Back to my-” Harlow stopped; Danny was busy dancing with Isabella, ‘Lucky bastard’, enjoying himself as they twirled around in the crowd, Jefferson was speaking to Oswald at their booth, neither situation looked like something he wanted to join.

“Stay. I’d love to get to know you.”

Harlow relented with his customary smile, “Why not.” He knew how to handle men, he was one after all, if he tried to get any further than a chat he could always scare him off. “If you keep buying the drinks.”

The man smirked, “Deal. Thomas.” He offered his hand.

Harlow delicately wrapped her fingers around his, “Lucy. So what do you do, Thomas?”

“I’m actually a stand up comic.”

“Really? I didn’t know they did stand up here.”

“Oh not here. I’m off tonight, thought I’d mingle with the people.”

“Gotta get your material from somewhere, right?”

“Exactly.” He smiled.

Their conversation lasted several minutes; Harlow was grateful that Thomas held a goodly portion of their conversation, not only did it mean he didn’t have to make up, or worse remember, his made up past but he had Harlow in a fit of giggles as Thomas told him several funny stories. Harlow sat his drink down, thankful he didn’t spit it out over the funny man before patting his arm. “Excuse me, I have to go…like powder my nose.”

“Sounds fun. I’ll help.” Harlow giggled as he stumbled away from the bar.

“You’re hilarious.” Thankful Thomas was there to keep him upright as he nearly fell again.

Walking to the ladies room Harlow stopped beside the door. “Wellll. Dis is where I bid you abu. Thanks again for…”

“You know, when I was a kid my friends and I used to think you guys had a couch in your bathroom.”

Harlow giggled. “Me too.”

“Think this one does?”

Harlow thought, ‘that wouldn’t be impossible’, they were in a club. Turning his face to the door he didn’t see Thomas step closer until it was too late. Harlow looked up at the taller man and realized he was essentially pinned in place, unable to move or run away as Thomas kissed him. He ran his hand up the side of Harlow’s dress, groping his breasts as he forced his tongue inside of the feminized man’s mouth.

Harlow tried to scream, but it only came out sounding like a moan with his lips pressed against the other man’s. He tried to force the man off of him but he was much weaker than the average man, and in his position had no leverage. Thomas grabbed Lucy’s hand and placed it against his crotch. His cock significantly smaller than Danny’s but still stiff and much larger than what Harlow wanted!

Before things could go further Thomas felt a small can tapping his shoulder. “Excuse me, young man.” Jefferson said gently. “She is with me.”

“Piss off grandpa.”

“That’s what’s wrong with your generation. No manners.” A sharp crack to the side of his knee and Thomas stumbled enough that Lucy was able to slip away and hide behind Jefferson.

“The fuck’s your problem old man!” Thomas stood, his eyes full of rage, only to immediately stop as he felt the knife blade against his neck.

Harlow watched in horror as the thin blade slowly dripped with blood. “Now, as I said: the lady is with me. In my younger days I would have given you multiple chances to apologize and leave with all of your bits intact. We would go back and forth, posturing for the young women to see who was the biggest and baddest of them all. But as you said; I am old. So this will be quick if you press me any further. You have one chance; apologize and walk away or run your mouth and be carried.”

“I’m sorry!”

“You’re sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry…sir?”

“That’s a good lad.” The blade retracted into Jefferson’s cane, “Now off with you.” He dismissed Thomas, taking out a handkerchief and wiping the small droplets of blood from his cane. “As for you my dear; I understand the natures of lust, such as they are, my wife and I have our affairs but we have the good manners to keep them separate from the other.”

“Af-I wasn’t. I wouldn’t cheat on Daniel…” Harlow pouted, remembering he had in fact cheated on Daniel multiple times. But they also weren’t really dating…

“That is not what I saw. You were touching the young man all evening, and giggling at all of his jokes, what else would a man think?”

“I…he just made me laugh.” He couldn’t tell the truth, that he had been coached by Valerie and Isabella to touch a man and smile. Valerie told her it was a good way to remind Danny that she was interested, and anyone observing she was only interested in Daniel. Isabella had told her just earlier that she could use the same techniques to get what he wanted out of men. ‘Free drinks!’ He thought, ‘That’s all I wanted.’

“Hmm, yes. Women do find a good sense of humor endlessly attractive.” Jefferson resumed leaning on his cane as he stood. “We will keep this our little secret, but in the future, do have more respect for young Daniel.” Harlow nodded with a pout. They weren’t dating! So why did he feel guilty? “That’s good. I do have something for you, however.” He retrieved a silver clutch purse from his inner coat pocket and handed it over to Lucy.

“Oh! Thank you. I guess I left it in the car after all.”

“Not at all.”

“W…did he go to my house?” Harlow’s eyes widened slowly.

“It was no trouble, my dear. He is very handy, it’s partly why I keep him around.” Jefferson smiled. Harlow was too stunned to speak, he sent someone into his house! He knew they had been there before, they watched the house constantly no doubt, but…to hear it from the horse’s mouth made it so much more…real. “All this excitement has my blood pumping, would you do me the honor of a dance?” Jefferson bowed and offered his hand to the young woman. Harlow nodded, giggling nervously as he took the man’s hand. He was no grandpa who moonlighted as a priest, he was every bit the shark he had heard stories of, and he owed him more money than he could reasonably pay!

Harlow followed Jefferson onto the dance floor, the beat already changing to something slower, more sultry, to entice lovers and give them even more of an excuse to grope or fondle each other. It was bizarre enough to have had dinner with the man who wanted him skinned alive, but now he was dancing with the man.

The older gentleman first bowed to his dance partner who gave a hesitant bow in return. Then, taking her hand; he pulled her close to him, her breast pressing against his flat chest. “I-I should warn you. I’m, like, not the best dancer.”

“Neither am I.” He smirked, wrapping an arm around the small of her back pulling her even closer.

Gasping for a moment, feeling her waist pressing into his crotch, “I think you may have told a fib.”

He lead her around the floor, his hand never leaving her hips, almost as if he were using her natural reactions to control her body. “You’re right. False modesty is something I do not care for, but I am also not one to brag.”

“It’s not bragging if it’s true.”  She was thankful he pushed her away even if he still held one hand.

“Touche’.” He raised her hand as he pulled her back, twisting her arm, she followed his intended path for her rather than risk injury. He slipped a hand to her back, catching her as he leaned her back. ‘Why is everyone a better dancer than me?’ Lucy thought, feeling her arm be placed over Jefferson’s shoulders. Standing right again their faces were now inches apart. “As my mother used to tell me, anyone can dance.”

“W-we should talk about Harlow.”

“Shh. Not now.” He whispered. He walked around her as she stood frightfully still, always keeping at least one hand on her body so she knew not to leave. On his second pass he wrapped an arm around her stomach and raised her arm once again over his head. He slowly lowered it, forcing her to trace it across his face as long as he kept himself cheek to cheek with Lucy.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Harlow thought, feeling the older man grindinging himself into Harlow’s backside. “Y-your wife is a good dancer too.”

“She is. She is also a great teacher.” Harlow giggled nervously. He had hoped mentioning his wife would at least remind him he shouldn’t be doing this in front of her. Not that he should have been doing it at all. But no, his hands held firm against Harlow’s hips, swaying them with his own and the beat. Harlow could finally take no more and forced Jefferson’s hands off of him, he would make up something later to get back on his good side but he had enough men groping him for one lifetime.

Before he could flee Jefferson gripped Harlow’s wrist and pulled him back in such a way he had to spin or fall and hurt himself. The music ended as Harlow’s body slammed into Jefferson. He grabbed Jefferson’s shoulders to catch himself and at some point the older man had picked up Harlow’s thigh and it now hung over Jefferson's back. Leaving him uncomfortably positioned. Harlow swallowed the lump in his throat before giggling nervously. Jefferson smiled and stood them both upright, “I think that is all I can muster for one evening. Would you care to join me for a drink?”

“If we can talk about Harlow.”

The man nodded, “Of course.” He guided who he thought was a lady to their private booth, placing his hand on the small of her back, his hand just centimeters from holding her voluptuous backside.

Harlow stiffened as he was led back to the booth; despite the drinks in his system, with the excessive moving and nervousness, he was as scared as ever but less about being discovered and more about just how much groping he had to endure from the old man at his side?

Sitting in the booth, Harlow watched Isabella dancing with Daniel. Wishing like hell he could trade places with him. “Now, what is it you would like to discuss?”

“Harlow’s debt.”

Jefferson frowned but nodded. “What about him?”

“Can’t you do something for him? He’s not that bad of a guy. Maybe…he could work it off?”

“As I understand it, Daniel is already attempting to do just that. No. Perhaps if he had come to me with this idea in the first place we could have worked something out. But no, he ran.”

“There has to be something though…,like, how could he ever come back if he knows your guys will…hurt him?”

Jefferson considered this a moment as he sipped his scotch, “Perhaps you are right.” Lucy smiled. “But I have no incentive to give a coward such an opportunity.”

“Incentive?”

“Apologies. I have no reason to do so.” He explained, forgetting that Lucy wasn’t as smart as Isabella.

“No I kn-” Lucy stopped, if Jefferson thought she was an idiot, she should let him, “But, what about Daniel? He’s doing work for you, isn’t he? Isn’t that a good enough reason?”

“Your young man seems on the fence, I understand he wishes to help his friend. Truly an admirable trait. But I would need more than just one man working occasionally for me.”

“There has to be something we can do.” Harlow frowned. He didn’t want to keep living like this! He needed out. He needed out and a vat of whiskey so he would never remember these two weeks again.

“I am sure you will think of something, my dear.” Jefferson patted her thigh with a gentle smile.

“Wha-”

Lucy was interrupted as Isabella and Daniel returned to the table. “Lucy, your boyfriend tires too quickly.” She whined, “You come dance with me.”

“I’d love to.” He answered, even though she did not pose it as a question. He took the young latina’s hand and followed the beauty away from the table. "One thing first," he whispered. He was much happier after finally getting to use the bathroom and more so with Isabella touching him than the last two men. Still, he was no dancer and Isabella wasn’t as capable of manipulating his body as Jefferson had been. His instinct was to take the lead as he danced with the beautiful woman, but his skills just wouldn’t allow it. He mostly ended up moving very little as Isabella danced against his body. Her hips were much larger than his own of course, so her dress tended to ride up every so often, exposing her red silk panties to him. He was thankful in that moment he was glued back into place or else he would have formed a tent in his dress as Isabella grabbed his hands and moved them to her chest, enticing him to grope her in the middle of the dance floor. His fantasy of lifting her up and taking her to some magically appearing bed right then and there was interrupted with each and every stumble or misstep he took in his heels. So much so that he found himself envious of how fluid and graceful Isabella moved in her heels compared to him. It was a strange new feeling, he never cared for dancing, but now he envied the fact every woman here was so much better than he was. Harlow had felt a great many things for the women who crossed his path, but never envy.

Later that night, Harlow was grateful to not only be home but to find Valerie was still out even at 2am. “Ugh, my everything is killing me.” He groaned, setting his purse on the coffee table.

Daniel gave him a sympathetic smile, “Why don’t you take your shoes off?”

Harlow stopped, turning to Danny, “It’s not just my feet,” he said, “C’mere.” Happy to oblige Danny stepped closer to his beautiful girlfriend. “My neck right here,”–he moved his curly hair out of the way, exposing his shoulders and neck–“it feels like a bucket of gravel.”

“I’m sorry.” Daniel cooed as he placed his hands on Harlows shoulders. Slowly he pressed his thumbs into him as he kneaded the top of his shoulders as a baker would dough.

“Aah.” A small gasp escaped Harlow as the tension relieved itself slowly under Daniel’s hands. Harlow moaned, biting his lip, enjoying the ripples of pleasure the gentle giant provided. “Wh-where did you learn that?”

“School.”

“Hmm, I must’ve skipped that class.” Harlow leaned into Danny as he continued moaning blissfully.

Danny chuckled, “Does your back hurt?”

“I told you, everything hurts.” He said softly.

“You know what I’m gonna say.”

“Yeah, I know. I should workout more.”

“Or at all.”

“Hey, be nice.” Harlow moaned softly. Normally he would be mad that Danny once again was trying to convince him to workout but he just felt too damn good. “Besides, I workout everyday now.” Harlow smirked.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Harlow took Danny’s hands and slid them around to his breasts. “These? Weigh a ton.”

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. Of course he knew exercising and better posture would help with that too, but he wasn’t about to spoil the mood. Daniel kissed Harlow’s shoulder as he began kneading the feminized man’s chest.

Harlow couldn’t feel it directly but he could feel the shifting weight as Daniel lifted one or the other. Curiously, every time Daniel kissed his neck he felt a shiver race through his body. His body trembled as Danny’s hand moved from one breast to his stomach. The strange sensation was completely different from the brief massage he got, and though he longed to return to that pleasant state, he didn’t want Daniel to stop what he was doing now. Even though he knew he shouldn’t. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel good.”

Harlow suppressed a moan as Daniel sucked on his earlobe. They were alone…why was he doing this? No one would know. His mind flashed briefly to the cars on the street, trying to determine if any of them were new. Maybe Danny had seen someone he didn’t? Harlow turned to face Daniel. “Did yo-”

“Shh.” Daniel kissed Harlow softly. They were alone. His arms wrapped around the much thinner Harlow. Their gentle kiss growing with passion the longer it bore on. Harlow’s mind flashed again as he thought about Thomas. Jefferson saving him. How he already knew Lucy’s last name. Sending Oswald to get his purse from the house…of course they weren’t alone.

Harlow managed to pull himself away, “We should get a condom.” He whispered, allowing the lust in his voice to show through. Danny smiled and picked the smaller man up effortlessly. Harlow squealed then giggled in delight as Daniel carried him to the bedroom.