The Sky is the Limit (pm)

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Lance Morgan yelled at the top of his lungs, jumping up and down on the casino floor screaming for all he was worth.

He had been on a simple business trip, your classic sales conference in Vegas. He had been down on his luck, having lost a grand to the house, more than half of his life's savings. With his head hung low and cursing himself he had practically walked into the slot machine. It was the casinos big gimicky slot machine, a massive cheesy thing in the center of the gaming floor. A giant caption had read. "Win and never work again $100,000,000.00 Jackpot"

And he had won. He had fucking won. He had 'fuck you Vegas' won

A torrent of lights and bells and whistles had assaulted him as confetti came exploding out of the machine to cover him almost entirely. He stood there screaming and laughing as he bathed in the cheesy Vegas style celebration

After the concierge had come to congratulate him, his room being comped and a complimentary penthouse given to him for the week. His things moved for him, his winnings transferred to his account and everyone he saw congratulating him and kissing his ass. 100 million dollars. His first act had been to quit, his second had been to go and buy himself an Aston Martin.

The convertible top was down, the top of the line audio system was blaring, the navigation system was guiding and he was flying. He flew down the abandoned desert road, slowing as a curve in the road came up, one he had reached at a good 120 mph. The curve was rather sharp, but the car hugged the road like it was in rails as he took it at more than twice the suggested speed when he saw a car on the side of the road, smoke billowing from the hood

Lance began to slow down as he saw someone standing by the car, turning to him and beginning to wave him down

 

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Name: Allison "Ally" Carter
Age: 23

"Damn it!" Ally yelled as she hit the side of her jeep. What the hell is wrong with you now? She thought to herself as pushed her blonde hair out of her bright blue eyes, her skin already perspiring with soft beads of sweat from the 90-something degree weather. And to make matters worse, she was stranded in the middle of the fucking desert, with no sign of life anywhere near here.

"I'm going to die, in the fucking desert. Great." She laughed humorlessly, thinking to herself that she sounded crazy. Pulling her shirt over her head, she threw it over her car door, glad that she had opted for small jean shorts and a pair of flip flops today. She fanned herself with her hand as she tilted her head back toward the sky and sighed.

"Why me?" She asked herself.

It had been at least two hours by this point, no sign of any cars, people, or humanity so to speak. She knew the walk was too far, and she'd probably pass out if she tried to walk it. She was about to give up, to let unconsciousness over take her fatigued body, let the sun sap up the rest of her energy, so she could pass out, but then she heard a noise. It was in the distance, but she definitely wasn't imagining this noise.

Standing up from the desert's sand, she grabbed her shirt and walked toward the road. She placed a hand over her eyes to shield the light from hitting her before she saw the nicest car come speeding down the road. She tried to yell, but her voice was too hoarse to make a sound loud enough to hear. She did the only thing left to do, she began to wave her arms frantically, praying to God that she could get the guy's attention.

As the car began to slow down, she thanked whoever was watching over her as she began to walk toward the car. With slightly heavy breath, she stood next to the car, aware that she was still remaining in just her bra and a pair of small jean shorts. She didn't care though, it was too damn hot out here to care.

"Can I get a ride? Please?" She almost begged. "I've been stranded out here for more than two hours, no signal on my phone, I'm becoming dehydrated, and you're my last hope." She told him truthfully, a pleading look in her eyes as her chest rose and fell rapidly with her quick breath.

 

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Lance couldn't believe it, in fact at first he thought he was seeing things. He slowed the red sports car down, and watched as a gorgeous blond walked over to the car, wearing just a bra and short daisy dukes. She leaned down on the door, her breasts heaving with every deep breath

"Yeah, of course. Hop in. I think I've got some water in here" he said as he swallowe hard. There was no way this was really happening. Of course after winning big at Vegas, a beautiful, practically topless blond would seem to be the next perfect thing

He watched as she quickly hopped
In beside him, an he pulled off, getting the wind whipping through her long golden locks. He looked down, her breasts glistening with a sheen of sweat, and wondered of she had even ha a shirt

"So where were you headed" he asked casually, tearing his eyes from her voluptuous figure