by Amber Skyze
Lori: Getting Lucky is a gooood thing! Now, like any good Cougar would, go back for a second helping. A girl can never have too much Luck. Or should I say “LUCKY”?
Marcy hadn’t thought about going back for seconds. Could she? Would she? Would Lucky want more? Most likely. He did say it was all about bringing her pleasure.
Marcy: Hell yeah! There’s no doubt I want seconds and thirds, Lori.
Lee: Mmmm! Is he as good as he sounds? Lucky you!
Marcy: I’m feeling real Lucky tonight, Lee. I feel like a new woman. Goes to show ya what a little sex can do! LOL
A new fear crept into her brain. They’d never discussed seeing each other again. Could tonight have been only a one-night stand? Would Lucky give her a repeat performance? Who would be her massage therapist? How would they see each other again? Maybe she could sneak up to his apartment.
Marcy couldn’t think of a better way to end her next massage. In fact she should think up a new fantasy before Friday. This way she could tell him all about it and maybe, just maybe, Lucky would live it out for her.
Floating on air, Marcy said good night to her newfound friends. She powered off the laptop and practically skipped to her bedroom.
As she drifted off to sleep she dreamed about the way Lucky’s hands caressed her body and how his cock brought all her sexual desires racing to the forefront.
* * * * *
Marcy experienced the second worst work week in her life. Still understaffed, she found herself performing tasks her body wasn’t used to, but she needed to do them to stay in business. After Dan had left, milking the business for thousands of dollars, she’d struggled to stay afloat. She’d refused to allow that man to take her business down in the process of ending their marriage. He wouldn’t leave her with nothing.
In need of another massage, Marcy contemplated going in a day or two early. She could keep her regularly scheduled appointment.
“Oh who am I fooling?” She wanted more of Lucky. She didn’t need a massage already. She wanted sex. Her pussy cried to be filled. It ached with desire. Lucky made it purr and she couldn’t wait until Friday.
“Barb, I’ll be in my office for a few,” she called to her newest staff member. Barb was a single mom living in the neighborhood. She was fighting to make ends meet for her children and needed the extra income to keep food on the table.
Marcy had hesitated a few days before offering her the job. The store was in a seedy area and she knew most of the residents were low income and some did just about anything to get by—and she meant anything.
There were drug dealers who hung out on the street corners. Marcy didn’t confront them because she feared retaliation. The thugs carried weapons and weren’t afraid to use them. Besides, what could she do? Most of the police force was corrupt. They knew what took place out in the streets and did nothing about it.
So when Barb approached her about a job, Marcy had to think long and hard. Bringing in someone from the neighborhood could be good, but it had the potential to be bad. What if Barb wanted to help her friends out with a few free things? Those free things could add up to a big-time loss for Marcy.
In the end Marcy decided to give her a chance. She had to trust her instincts and her gut told her Barb wouldn’t do something sinister like that to her. Marcy believed Barb sincerely needed the job and wouldn’t do anything to screw it up.
She was being put to the test once again. Could she leave Barb alone while she ran off to play with her new boy toy? Marcy cringed at the word. She didn’t consider Lucky a plaything. They were friends if nothing else. Friends with benefits.
“Fuck. How am I going to pull this one off?” Should she leave Barb all alone? Did Marcy trust the new employee enough, after only one week on the job? She’d have to trust her eventually and she did hire her to give herself a break.
Stepping into her backroom office she dialed the spa.
“Hi this is Marcy Brown. Does Lou have any openings today?” She used Lucky’s real name when making the appointment. Lucky was reserved for friends and family.
“I’m sorry Marcy, he’s booked for the rest of the week. Didn’t you both sign the release form?”
She’d forgotten he wouldn’t be hers any longer. She had to find a new person to give her the massages.
“No!” her voice boomed louder than she intended. “I mean. No. I’m just a little tender and thought…” Screw it she didn’t need to explain herself to this woman. “Sorry for the confusion.”
Marcy quickly replaced the receiver and let out a frustrated breath. Lucky couldn’t massage her. Something ate away inside her. A feeling she hadn’t felt since her first true love. A feeling of dread.
What if Lucky was doing this with other women? What if she wasn’t the only one? The idea of his hands rubbing another woman’s body caused her jealousy. She didn’t want him massaging another woman and getting sexually aroused. She wanted his only thoughts of sex to be of her.
“Shit.” Marcy wasn’t a jealous person. She’d never worried about other women. Thanks to Dan walking out on her for a much younger girl, she had crazy thoughts. Fears that a man couldn’t possibly want her and only her.
She had no choice. She would have to wait for Friday and pray she ran into Lucky.
“Is everything okay?” Barb asked.
“What?” she snapped. Zoned out she’d left her office to return to the storefront.
“I was wondering if you’re okay.”
“Oh, sorry. Yes, I’m fine.” She looked up to see true concern on Barb’s face and wondered why she’d ever doubted her. She was a genuine person.
A customer came in looking for deli meat.
“I’ve got this,” Marcy told Barb. “You watch the front.”
Marcy needed the distraction the meat cutter would provide her. She had to get her mind off Lucky and onto work or anything else. She couldn’t be obsessing over her massage therapist.
She handed the woman her order and instructed her to take it up front where Barb would ring her out.
“Thank you,” the woman said.
Marcy smiled. She had a business to run. No more thinking about Lucky.
“Have a good day,” she called out as the women walked to the front of the store. The phone rang and Marcy rushed over to answer it.
“Brown’s Grocery, how may I help you?”
“Marcy?”
“Yes?”
“Hi it’s Lucky.”
Her voice froze. Lucky was calling her store? She wondered if he missed her and was calling to see if she wanted to get together.
“Hello?”
“I’m here,” she managed.
“I’m sorry to bother you at work, but I was wondering…I thought maybe you’d like to…you know, maybe get a bite to eat with me later.”
“Are you asking me to dinner?”
“Yes. I’d like to get to know you better. Outside the spa.”
Thoughts swirled in her mind. Getting to know Lucky was intriguing, but was it wise? She didn’t want to lead him on with hopes of a future. They were light years apart in age. Certainly they couldn’t have a relationship other than sex.
Yet, she couldn’t help but think about Dan and how he had one going with his young thing. It seemed to be working for him. Maybe it could for Marcy too.
“You know what? I’d love to have dinner with you. When and where?”
“Tonight, say eight?”
“I can do that.” She’d have enough time to close the store, run to the bank and get home to change.
“I’ll pick you up at your house?”
“Great.” She rattled off her address.
“See ya soon!”
“Bye.” She hung up the phone and squealed. She had a date with Lucky. An honest dinner date.
Oh shit. I have a date. I have to get dressed up and make small talk.
She shook her head and laughed. He’d seen her naked for Christ’s sake. She’d told him her fantasies. Why did the thought of h
aving dinner with him scare the crap out of her?
* * * * *
Marcy floated on cloud nine the rest of the afternoon. Nothing could break her spirits. She had a date with Lucky.
She paced her living room waiting for him to arrive. What if he didn’t show up? What if he changed his mind? A million thoughts raced back and forth in her head.
“Stop!” She stomped her foot, trying to take control of her thoughts. Lucky wasn’t going to stand her up. He wouldn’t have asked her out if he’d wanted to stand her up.
A knock at the door relieved her crazy notions.
“Coming.” She straightened her sundress, sucked in a breath and opened the door.
There standing on her stoop was Lucky, looking more sexy than she’d ever imagined. He was dressed in dark jeans and a light blue shirt, she wanted to reach out and touch him. No, she wanted to drag him into her place and have her way with him.
“Wow,” he said.
“Wow yourself.” This was the first time she’d seen him in something other than his black slacks and black tee. Aside from him being in the buff that is. Right about now she’d like nothing more than to see him naked again. Her pussy yearned for him inside her.
“Ready?”
“Definitely.” She had to get as far away from her place as possible. She had to resist the urge to call off dinner and go straight to sex. “Give me one sec.”
Marcy grabbed her purse and locked the door. Lucky offered her his hand, which she readily accepted. Together they walked down the porch and to his car. He opened the door and waited until she was settled before taking his place behind the wheel.
“I know this place over on Holland Drive. It offers a variety of food. Italian, Greek, seafood, anything you can think of.”
“Sounds good. I’m starved.” And she was, but for more than food. She wanted Lucky. He was on the list as dessert.
Lucky drove them to the quaint restaurant. She waited until he opened her door before stepping out. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had treated her like a lady. It was refreshing to know chivalry wasn’t dead.
With his hand on the small of her back, she wanted to melt in his arms. His touch brought her body to life.
He opened the door to the restaurant and waited as she walked over the threshold. He’d surprised her with his gentlemanly qualities. She could get used to this treatment.
They were seated immediately and as they looked over the menu, Marcy snuck a peek at him.
He smiled into the menu. His eyes crinkled and sparkled at the same time.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“You. I see you peeking over your menu.”
Her cheeks flushed crimson. What could she say? She was guilty. She couldn’t believe she was sitting in a restaurant having dinner with Lou, aka, “Lucky” Luciano. She’d fantasized about him, even had sex with him, but dinner was a whole other ballgame.
“What do you recommend?” she asked, quickly changing the subject.
“I’ve heard the calamari is decadent. They say the chicken parmigiana will melt in your mouth. I’m going to have eggplant.”
“I think I’ll have the glazed salmon,” she said, closing her menu.
“You look lovely tonight.” Lucky reached over and took her hand.
“Thank you.”
“I’m so glad you agreed to dinner with me. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel.”
“Why?”
“Well, you said you only wanted a fantasy lover, but after the other night, I wanted to see you. I couldn’t wait for Friday.”
“I wasn’t sure I’d see you Friday, now that I’m not a client.”
“Oh don’t worry you’ll be seeing me. I planned to catch up with you before your appointment and see if I couldn’t make a fantasy or two come true again.” He winked.
Her heart warmed. She hadn’t wanted to wait either. Her heart fluttered, and she wondered if dinner had been a good idea. Being together in his apartment over the spa was one thing, but out in public was another.
Realizing the enormity of being in public together, Marcy glanced around the restaurant to see if others were staring at them.
No one seemed to care. She took a deep breath and attempted to relax. She wanted to enjoy Lucky’s company. He made her feel comfortable in his presence.
The waiter arrived and took their order. He returned with their drinks. Marcy ordered a glass of wine, hoping it would ease her tense nerves. Lucky settled on a soda.
“So, I have to ask. How old are you?” She’d been dying to know. She knew he was younger than her, but she wasn’t sure by how much.
He seemed unfazed by her question.
“Twenty-eight.”
She practically choked on her wine.
“Do you realize how old I am?”
He shrugged.
“I didn’t cross my mind to care.”
Hmm, was he being honest or telling her what she wanted to hear.
“Lucky, I’m forty-one.”
He shrugged again.
“And?”
“There’s thirteen years separating us.”
“Is that a problem for you?”
She stared at him in disbelief. He honestly didn’t care. The look on his face said it really didn’t matter to him.
“Umm…well, I hadn’t…” She couldn’t tell him she hadn’t thought about it. That would be a big fat lie. It was all she thought about.
“Marcy?”
“In some ways yes.”
He took her hand again.
“Why?”
“Because, as you know, my ex left me for a much younger woman. People are constantly talking about them behind their backs.”
“First of all I’m not your ex and secondly I’m not that much younger.”
She heard him but the words weren’t sinking in.
“Marcy, look at me.”
She looked him in the eyes. His eyes were full of sincerity. She wanted him to gather her in his arms and promise it would be okay. They wouldn’t wind up like Dan and his little schoolgirl. Lucky couldn’t promise her that. No one could. People would make up their own minds.
“It will be okay. We aren’t going to be judged for being together.”
She nodded, but she didn’t believe him. She wanted to. She wished with all her heart he could predict what others would think, but there was no way to know.
“Let’s just forget about this and enjoy tonight.” Tomorrow is another day.
His smile lit up the room.
“Now that’s the right attitude.”
The glazed salmon was delicious. It melted in her mouth. Everything was scrumptious right down to the freshly baked bread and nutty butter.
“Wow, I’m stuffed.” She leaned back and straightened out her cloth napkin on her lap.
“I hope you left room for dessert.”
“Are you joking? I don’t have room for anything.”
“That’s a shame, they have the best chocolate mousse.”
“I guess we’ll have to try that another time. If I eat another morsel I’m going to burst.”
Disappointment flashed across his face, but quickly disappeared.
“I understand. I should’ve told you to leave some room. Like you said, another time.”
Shit, she hoped she wasn’t giving him mixed signals. She wasn’t sure there could be another time. They weren’t dating. They couldn’t date. This was a sexual thing.
As the word sexual crept into her mind the idea of bringing him home and having her way with him filled her with excitement. Aroused. She was most definitely aroused.
“Let’s go back to my place,” she blurted.
He laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Why was he laughing at her request?
“It’s not funny. Well, the way you blurted it out was. Nothing like beating around the bush.”
She laughed. It was funny. She didn’t let it slip out nonchalantly. She’d spat the words out.
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br /> “So what do you think?” she asked in a hushed tone.
“I’d like that.”
His blue eyes sparkled.
“Let me take care of the bill and we’ll go.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Lucky ordered dessert to go. They could always enjoy it later. Much later.
When he’d invited her to dinner he hadn’t expected much more. Yes, he’d hoped they’d wind up in one of their beds. But realistically he’d only expected dinner.
He thought he’d fall off his chair when she threw out the invitation. He wasn’t about to deny her offer. So he quickly paid the bill, grabbed the desserts and rushed her out the door before she had a chance to rethink her plans.
Once he pulled up in front of her house, he shut off the engine and turned to her.
“You can rescind your offer if you’d like.”
“Are you crazy? There’s no way in hell I’m changing my mind.”
He laughed, relieved.
“Cool, because I’m ready for dessert.”
“I still can’t think of food.”
“I wasn’t talking about this,” he said holding the to-go box. “I’m talking about your sweet nectar.”
He watched her cheeks turn crimson. She drove him mad with desire. All this time he’d fantasized about being with her, he’d thought after sex with her he’d get her out from under his skin. Boy was he wrong.
Every waking thought was of her. He thought about her squirming under him. He imagined her crying out his name as he brought her to delicious heights. He craved the feel of her cuddled in his arms and the feel of her soft lips on his. He wanted to spend the night holding her, making love to her.
She deserved so much better than her stupid ex had given her. The idiot, as Lucky liked to think of him, had treated her like shit. He fucked her up and Lucky prayed it wasn’t too late to fix her. Because all he wanted to do was make her happy.
“Let’s go,” she suggested.
Lucky hopped out of the car and rushed to her door.
“After you, beautiful.”
Marcy stepped out of the car. Lucky followed her like a lost puppy. It was more like a lovesick puppy. She had him hooked. Whether she knew it or not she had him hook, line and sinker. Hopefully she didn’t toss him back into the ocean.