Lucky Day (closed)

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Lance Morgan had gotten a good 3 hours of sleep, popped up, showered adn walked out of the hotel a God Damn Millionaire. He had come to Vegas for a stupid advertising conference, and after a few drinks he had found himself wandering amongst the tables. he had only come with the intention of playing a little Black Jack. After he had turned a hundred bucks into 20, 000 at the tables he ad moved on to craps, the 20 grand had turned into 200 grand, adn the roulette table

Well the roulette table had kicked him off with a cool33.2 Million dollars. The Casino comped his room and moved him up to a sweet. He had gone up adn passed out, waking the next morning afraid it was a dream

It wasn't

He went to the closest stores, had himself tailored in a new 5,000$ dollar suit. Gone to a salon, and had his short dark hair styled

He walked ont the nearest Ferrari lot, standing there in his lith 6'0 swimmers frame, all well accentuated by his new suit, his cool blue eyes masked by new sunglasses, adn his hair slicked adn styled

20 minutes later he was flying on a deserted back desert road topping out at 120 on the straight a ways, living a fucking dream. then after slowing down to make a tight turn around a small boulder outcropping he saw a car on the side of the road, smoke clouds billowing from the hood, he began to slow
 
As if there was any doubt that she had the absolute worst luck ever, Lily's Honda gave out in the middle of nowhere. She stepped out of the car into the desert heat and looked up and down the road. Nothing. She hadn't seen anything but a chainlink fence and an abandoned trailer park for at least half an hour, and the only signs had advertised towns that weren't there. If she ever made it back to that gas station where that shitkicker had told her this was a shortcut, she would kill him.

She popped open the hood and stepped back, out of the cloud of black smoke that was pouring out. Everything she knew about cars added up to nothing, but she was pretty sure the engine stopping and the black smoke were probably related.

Insult to injury, there was no reception on her cell, so she couldn't call the casino to tell them she'd be late. It was just a cocktail waitress job, but she'd been out of work for months, her landlord was breathing down her neck, and every interview ended with a "Thank you, we'll be in touch."

They never were. She thought back to the manager at that convenience store who had practically told her she could have the job if she was willing to put out. She had walked out, without a word, but now ten bucks an hour almost seemed worth letting the greasy little prick have his way with her.

She crouched down in the little bit of shade the car made and wondered how she was going to make it out of this. She wasn't going to be getting a job anywhere if she had no wheels.

The Ferrari's tires sang as it whipped around the bend a half mile down the road. Whoever was driving it was having fun, because it was flying towards her like a bullet.

Lily knew she was good looking, but she was pretty sure guys in Ferraris didn't stop to help girls whose 20 year old Civics had crapped out in the middle of nowhere. Still, she waved.

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He saw the frame of a girl in need. Arms up and waving as he slowed to a stop beside the car. Witht the convertable top down and the music blaring he looked over at the por girl adn almost chuckled to himself

His luck was in

whatever her predicament she needed a ride, adn everybody knows the ules of the road right?

"So I guess it would be to obvious to ask if you need a ift" he told her with a smile, his heavy expensive sunglases glinting as the rays of the sun gleamed off the hot red ferrari, engine still growling as it sat in neutral

"Come on, hop in and I can give you a ride wherever you like" he told her wiht his best smile, his eyes devouring the sweet figure as she seemd to contemplate her options

"Come on, even if I forced you to flash me", still pushing his luck, "It would be way better then waiting out in this hell hole, right? " he saidas he flashed her his most charming smile, and unlocked the door. But he was ready to lock it as soon as she reached for the door, willing to push her a little for a glance at her goods, what the hell it was vegas right?
 
When he flipped the lock closed when she tried to open the door, she just stared at the handle. She looked back at her car and knew that this guy might be the last person to come down this road all day. If she wasn't cooked by nightfall, she'd still be stuck in the morning. The smug prick was grinning at her.

"Look," she said. "I don't know if you know what a bad day is, but I'm having one. I know it's asking a lot, but it would be really huge if you could give me a lift somewhere I could get a drink of water and maybe cell coverage instead of leaving me here to take my chances with the buzzards...

"So," she said, and pulled her top up, baring her 34dd breasts for him. "Is that enough to let me in the car?"
 
He smiled back as she reached for the locked door, the look on her face was priceless, but he knew he had her as soon as a little smile crossed her face, then slowly, adn reluctantly, her hands pulled her top up, her full breasts bounced free, making him groan, as they jiggled ever so slightly, her nipples staring right back at him, then they disappeared.

He unlocked the door

"Damn girl. That is one hell of a rack!" he said with a huge shit eating grin, " Well for that I will take you wherever you want and get you whatever you want. So your thirsty? how about a drink back in town?" he asked her as she hopped in, is eyes drinking in her thighs , bronze and glistening n the strong sun, as she hopped in.

In the next 45 seconds he spun the car around adn had them flying back towards Vegas at a good 110mph

"So where would you like to have that drink, anywhere you want" he told her with a smile as he reached over his chest, extended his hand


"Lance Morgan"
 
"Lily," she answered, reaching out to shake his hand and then slumping against the car door. Her feet rustled against a paper mat on the floor, and she looked down. They were from the dealer. The car was brand new. She looked over at him.

New car, new sunglasses, new suit, hair straight out of the salon. She wondered if he had anything left or if he'd blown all his winnings. As the desert flew past, she finally got a signal on her phone. She dialled the casino, but the person she was supposed to interview with was gone. No, they weren't hiring.

"Guess it doesn't matter," she said, more to herself than in answer to the creep's question. At least if he was picking up the tab, she could get good and drunk. Tomorrow would be a new day, and she'd wake up with a hangover. She snickered at the thought, and glanced at the driver. He couldn't be all bad, she decided. He had picked her up, after all. Of course, he had made sure she paid for it before she got in the car. She wondered if he'd have opened the door if she hadn't flashed him.
 
he let the road and the wind wash over him as he cruised, occasionally glancing over at her as she used her phone. SHe was a delightfuly beautiful girl, adn man she had tits to die for. He had only been kidding, but the way her full breasts had jiggled as they spiled out of her bra had been...mouth watering, his thoughts broken when he thought he heard her say something

"Well then, I guess you wont mind if we go to the bellagio, they have got a lounge their that I am quite fond of" he told her as he glanced her way

"Why so bummed? " he asked her, "Its a beautiful day, and even though your having one of those days, trust me it just turned around he told her with a smile as he down shifted, adn the car shot forward on the deserted highway heading past 130, adn zipping along like it was just waking up
 
"For starters, my piece of shit car died and I had to flash you just to get a lift out of the desert," she said. "The good news is that I don't have a job, so I don't have to worry about getting to work, and pretty soon I won't have a house."

"You say my day just turned around, and you look like you're doing pretty well," she said, her voice teasing. "I know your favors come with strings attached, but let's hear it. What are you offering? If I flash my ass, will you buy me a new car? If I suck your cock, will you pay off my mortgage before the bank forecloses?"

She laughed bitterly and looked out the window for a minute. Then she sighed and looked at her phone.

"Don't listen to me. I'm sure you're a good guy and you probably don't deserve me taking it out on you. You probably want to have drinks with someone a little more fun to be around. I've got coverage here, so you can let me off whenever you want."
 
His grin slowly slipped as her attitude came out

"Hey now, I would have given you a ride regardless, but you never get anything out of life without taking a chance" he told her as h began to slow the car down

"And if you want out i will let you. But you have to knw i expect nothing. i see a girl down on her luck and hating life a little. i am just trying to spread some joy" he said with a cheesy smile to match the line

"But look, you got nothing to do and nowhere to be, why dont you let me get you a drink, or even dinner. AS to your car and mortgage, well damn girl ! " he said with a laugh, "but when we get to the hotel you can bill the tow nd repairs to my room, but thatsonly if you take off those poopy pants" he told her, as he slowly pulled to the side of the road

"Its up to you, and besides there was a little smile on your face when you did, you gotta be proud of those babies', he said with his best shit eating grin

"But really you decide, its up to you, you can bill it to my room anyway"
 
"Right. Poopy pants." She shook her head in disgust. She couldn't quite tell if he was actually trying to be a prick, or if he couldn't see past his own good luck to realize that her luck had been nothing but bad for a long time.

"You just talked about me flashing you and then locked the door to see if I would take a chance and show you my tits instead of staying that hellhole?" She laughed. "But you'd have given me a ride anyway. And if I smiled, it was NOT the kind of smile that has anything whatsoever to do with happiness."

"You expect nothing, except for me to forget that I'm broke and completely screwed and put on a happy face for you. You expect nothing, but if you can con me into flashing you, that's great." She put on a big fake grin. Just for a second. "There you go. Happy as a fucking clam. Don't worry about my car, it's not worth the money it would take to fix it anyway. You can just let me off up here, I don't want to bring you down."
 
"Come on now, you ve had a shitty day, now its time for me to show you a great one" he told her as he continied to slow down, pulling over on Tue side of the road

"The bad shit always seems to find us, so don't turn down the chance of some good luck for once. No matter all the shot you got going on, what are the odds some guy, willing to help you out, was gonna find you on this deserted road? You gotta be open to good opportunities, but its up to you" he said as the car came to a hault on the side of the dusty barren road. He turned to look at her, hoping she would let him show her w good time, and share the good fortune he had been given
 
She sighed and rubbed her temples. As much as she hated to admit it, she really didn't have anything better to do. Maybe this guy wasn't quite as bad as he had seemed. She looked over at him and shook her head.

"OK fine," she said. "I'm open to opportunity. Now what's it going to cost me?"
 
He smiled as she seemed to change her mind.

"It costs you nothing but some of your time" he told her with a grin as he popped the car back in first and shot onto the highway like a rocket, the wind whipping at his hair

"The only thing you have to do is be open to the possibilities. How about you let me get you something to wear?" He asked as his eyes slid over her. It would be a shame to see that short snug skirt go, but the shirt she wore he hoped to replace with something a little more flattering

"You.just gotta hang loose and let me put a smile on your face" he told her, watching her hair whip around in the wind
 
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She gave him a skeptical look, but shrugged it off. It was free shopping, and if he wanted her to wear something too freaky, she would just walk away. She was dressed for a job interview, after all, not a night on the town. She leaned back and closed her eyes, feeling the car charge ahead.

If nothing else, it would be an interesting night.
 
At over a hundred miles an hour, it wasn't long til they were pulling back into the city, the massive flashy buildings filling the sky line adn turning a late evening into a rainbow of colors. As they cruised down the strip, the traffic slow with the filing of pedestrians begining to start their night life off

"So if there was one thing you ever wanted to do in Vegas, what would it be?" he asked as they began to turn into the belagio hotel, the lights filling the low shadows cast by the fading desert light.

"I mean anything" he told her just as they pulled up to the vallet
 
She shrugged her shoulders as they cruised down the strip, slower now that traffic lights and pedestrians kept him from racing. She looked at the casinos and all the crowds, and thought about it.

"What I want right now isn't going to be your idea of fun," she said. "I'm just along for the ride. What do you want to do?"
 
"I want to take you shopping", he said with a grin

"Lets go tear the mall up" he told her with a grin as they pulled up in front of the vallet. He watched her slender thighs as she was helped out of the car. Then he popped out himself, tipped the make and walked stound to her

"Lets go turn your day around" he told her as the the two stepped into the cool AC. They quickly found their way into Tue mall, and stopped at Tue first fashion designer store

"Anything you want" hr said as he held the,door for her, letting his eyes drift down to her swaying hips as she passed him and went in
 
She glanced at him. He had picked a pretty high end designer. Even when the stuff here went on sale, it was beyond what she could afford, but she knew it was good.

"Anything?" she repeated. It looked like it was time to see if this guy meant what he said or not. Time seemed to stop for her as she moved through the store, picking out dresses and outfits that she thought she would look good in. It might have been five minutes or an hour before she went to the fitting room with half a dozen choices.

The first one she tried was a basic black cocktail dress, off the shoulder with long sleeves and a skirt that ended with a long fringe that danced and swayed every time she moved. It showed a lot of cleavage, and bared her thighs almost all the way, depending how she moved.

She stepped out of the dressing room. "Exhibit A," she said, smiling.
 
He smiled as he watched her lose herself in the racks of amazing dresses before her. The only time he spoke was to say

"Yes anything" to her question. she browsed for near a half an hour, the whole time absorbed in the amazing variety. As she drank n the designer fashion of chic wear, he drank her in.

She relaxed and he could see the thrill, though subdued quite well, still twinkle In her eye eqch time she found another piece she wanted. His eyes slid over her body, thoughts of those rull tits bouncing free before she hopped in his car played in his mind, and her curving hips, with such a plump little ass hugged in her skirt

Luckily he was not caught staring, or so he thought, when she finely declared she was ready to try them

The changing rooms were large and lavish, each had its own viewing area attached, with a door, so people could show themselves to friends, without everyone waiting on someone could see

His grin was obvious as she stepped out the first time. The black,dress clung tight while managing to hang low, the upper swells of her breasts calling to his eyes, then she turned for him. The dark dress set off her bronze skin and her slender thighs ran forever until disappearing into the lace. Her plump ass giving the lace room to swing

"Wow, you look gorgeous" he said with a grin as he finally pulled his eyes back up to hers

"That's a keeper for sure. I can't wait to see what else you got" her told her honestly. He felt like he had his own personal model at some high end fashion show
 
The next hour or so was spent in and out of the changing rooms, trying on different things. She tried everything from formal gowns to casual street clothes, and sent some off to be replaced and kept some as possibles. She had no idea how much the guy was thinking of spending, if anything, so she tried not to get too attached to any of it, but there was one, a skintight black cocktail dress that showed blue or green or purple highlights, depending how the light hit it, that was cut daringly low in front was hard to resist. Especially when the salesgirl showed her the knee high boots with 5" spikes that went with it.

When she came out wearing that dress with those boots, she smiled and said "I think I'll keep this on, if we can snip off the tags?"

She and the salesgirl both looked at Lance, and at the substantial wardrobe that Lily had accumulated. The girl's commission was going to be better than Christmas, Lily thought. And for her, well, she would have to figure out a place to put all her new clothes.
 
The last dress she had on was to die for. The shimmering colors made her skin glow, the material Itself hugged her flat stomach her full hips, an in the back it cupped tight to her ass. It accentuated the curve as her as swelled free rrpm her back, and the sweet line where it tucked back to her thighs. The top, oh the top was delicious. The material scoped up each full breast, heaving her tits together in a delocious line of cleavage, while managing to dip down In a V so low, that it didn't come back together until It was below her breasts

"I think leaving that on is a great idea" he good her, then the salesgirl began ringing it up.10 minutes later and 20,000$ and they were done

"You just want to have them send It to my suite at the Bellagio?" He adked, his eyes finally done devouring her. "Besides we aren't done yet, and you don't want to drag all that to dinner"
 
20 grand, she thought. With that, she could have caught up on her mortgage payments and got her car fixed. She almost said something to him, but he was having so much fun. She didn't want to ruin it. And he hadn't even blinked at the price. She frowned and wondered if that was all it took to turn her into a gold digger, but then, she hadn't asked for this.

"Not done?" she said. "Are you sure? Not that I mind, of course, but...."

But the look on his face was all the answer she needed.

She shook her head, smiling and turned to the salesgirl. "Yes. Have it sent to the Bellagio."
 
"Yes, Mr Lance Morgan's suite" he told the kind sales lady, "and thanks for getting those tags off. I don't think I am gona let you change outta that dress" he said with a smile as he put her hand on the small of jer back, and the two turned to leave the store

The instant he had seen her in that dress he had known where they were going next. With his eyes darting to tje lovely display of cleavage at every chance, he wanted to find her a beautiful necklace, something with a beautiful blue sapphire nestled down in that valley.

Without telling her where they were going, in a few short minutes he found what he wanted and turned into a jewelry store, a man at the door opened It and welcomed them.

"I think a necklace and some matching earrings might be just the thing for that dress. I was thinking diamonds and sapphires" he said with a smile as she saw her eyes widen. Hell life had thrown him a pretty penny, and this girl seemed like she could use a night of spoiling, besides he didn't have any to spend his time with, and she was definitely the kind of women he would want to If he could, if she would let him, but her defenses had seemed to come down as she shopped, he had always known that shopping was therapeutic for woman
 
She almost fell over when they went into the jewelers and he started talking about diamonds and sapphires. Not that she was faulting his taste, but she knew how much that sort of thing cost. It suddenly seemed a little overwhelming, but she gave him a smile and put her hand on the back of his neck in a friendly way. She knew it was silly, but she didn't want the salesman to think she was some whore, milking a big winner for all he was worth.

Though she wasn't sure that she wasn't exactly that, she thought, as the salesman brought out a set of glittering jewelry. Lance fixed the necklace around her neck and she swapped out her simple gold studs for the heavy, hanging earrings. She looked in the mirror and could hardly believe her eyes. Anyone who saw her would think she was some kind of heiress or princess, she thought. Most of her life, she knew people had seen her as white trash, and she had accepted that. She had never dreamed of anything like this. It was just too Cinderella.

She looked at Lance and giggled. He probably wouldn't like it if she called him a fairy godmother, but she smiled at him.

"They're beautiful," she said.
 
He smiled at her soft giggle, the dimples in her soft round ceeks coming to life, as the glittering saphires brough out the twinkle in her twinkling eyes. The large hanging stone on the pendant of her necklace hung dow, just low enough to be caught in the rising curves of her breasts to keep it centered their on her chest

"Wow" he siad with a smile that split his face

"We are taking that" he said, not even bothering to hear how much it was, which was something because jewelers always brought the most expensive out first

"Do you se anything else you like?"
 
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