Dumb Luck

by J G Jerome

  “How did your business with the Goblin Court go?” Trina’s eyes continue to scan the surroundings.

  “King Sareg actually shit himself when I walked in...or maybe it was when I killed the two guards he sent to attack me. Feces were produced regardless. The smell was undeniable. He assured me he’ll be there at the appointed time.”

  “Wow! I know you hate the killing, but two red hats with no weapons? That’s impressive!”

  “I used the tire iron out of the cab. The cab driver didn’t even flinch when I asked him for it. It might have had something to do with paying him to wait for me, or how I adjusted my breasts every time he looked in the mirror.. Anyway, I wiped it clean before giving it back to him. Easy-peasy.” Myra fidgets as she turns back to watch for Jack’s return.

  “So my Lady, how long are you going to hold onto this mortal?”

  “As long as I possibly can.”

  Trina turns her attention back to Myra, “Crap on toast! Really? Myra are you actually falling for this guy after one day with him?”

  Myra turns back to look her in the eyes, “The deed is done, Trina. If he was Sidhe, I would throw him over my shoulder and drag him home to meet my mother.”

  Trina grunts, “She would eat him for lunch.”

  Turning back to her vigil, Myra says, “Mm-mm. I am completely certain he would have her eating out of his hand in no time. She would probably try to drag him off to her bed despite him being my chosen.”

  “What are you going to do? You can not tell him about Faerie!”

  “For now, I’m going to hold onto him as tightly as I can. I’ll deal with what comes next as it arises.” She pauses for a moment, and she whispers, “He makes me laugh, Trina. He makes me feel like I’m still alive.”

  “Here he comes.”

  Chapter 5 - the Condo

  After the obligatory two shakes and washing up, I head back to the ladies in the mezzanine.

  I see them standing where I left them, whispering to each other conspiratorially. Not that I would mind horribly, but I hope they haven’t changed their mind about Trina joining us tonight. Trina is gorgeous, and I get a good feeling about her. Just not tonight. I feel a very strong connection with Myra, and I am convinced I need to cement that connection before we open up bedroom invitations. Sorry Erica and Trina. Maybe another time.

  “Well ladies, are we ready to roll?”

  Myra winks at Trina as she disengages and comes to plant a quick kiss on my lips. “Sorry Jack. I’ve changed my mind. I’ll be right back.”

  I give the obligatory loud ‘long suffering sigh.’ “OK. I’ll be forced to stand here and flirt with this hot blond.” I make shooing motions, “Take your time.” Myra giggles as she marches off with a purpose.

  Trina shoots me a perplexed look and whispers, “Did she giggle?”

  I give her a sad shake of my head, “Afraid so. Oh how the mighty have fallen.”

  She gives me a blank stare for a minute and whispers, “What have you done to her?”

  “Funny you should ask,” I lose all humor as I whisper back. “She’s asked me the same thing twice already. As far as I know all I’ve done is treat her with courtesy and respect, flirt with her, and listen.” I shrug as I turn to watch her walk into the loo.

  Turning to Trina, “So, Trina. How long have you known our lady?”

  She gives me a suspicious look and then shrugs. “We grew up together. We were playmates as children, and as we grew older we became lovers. Serving her is the only job I’ve ever done. I can’t imagine doing much else.”

  I nod sagely, then she asks, “How did you meet?”

  “Some young self-important prick was accosting her as she boarded the airplane. She was assigned the seat next to mine, and he objected to where I was sitting. When he assaulted the flight attendant, I locked him into a submission hold.” I frown, remembering the moonlight glow on GC’s face. “Myra calmed him down somehow, and then we settled in. She introduced herself, and I found myself flirting with her and telling her my life story.” With a disingenuous smile, I say “That’s about it.”

  Trina pauses for a moment and then steps closer, putting her palm on my left shoulder. Looking directly into my eyes, she says, “If you ever hurt her, I will never forgive you”

  Again, I lose all humor as I return the look. “I couldn’t forgive myself if I did. I’ve never met anyone like her. I don’t imagine there are any others.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “Trina, I’m 50 years old, and I have known a fair number of women. I never found one that connects with me like her. Trust me, I know exactly what you have in her.”

  She rubs my shoulder gently and then flashes me a wicked grin as she drops her hand, “Oh! An old guy. You really are outside her normal experience. I figured you for ten years younger.”

  I narrow my eyes as I look at her, “Careful child, I my have to spank you for disrespecting your elders.” Her eyes flash wide, and then she just gives me this considering look as I notice Myra coming out of the loo.

  “Record time, my lady,” I quip.

  “There was no line, kind sir. Shall we?”

  Trina pulls her hair back into a ponytail as we take the elevator to the 5th floor garage, and make our way to a black Lincoln SUV. Trina hits the remote to open the hatch, and I put the bags into the back next to the medium duffle that is already there. When I close the hatch, I see that the ladies are aggressively groping each other while swallowing each other’s faces.

  “Kph. Would you like me to drive ladies?”

  Trina’s moaned “yes” is countered by Myra’s moaned “no.” Trina frowns as they disengage from each other and then resets her ponytail. Once settled, she opens the driver side passenger door. Myra crawls in and scooting across calls “Come here, loverboy.”

  I mutter, “It’s been a damn long time since I was a boy.”

  Trina quips “I’ll say,” as she closes the door behind me and mounts the driver's seat.

  Looking at me in the rearview, Trina asks, “Where to?” as Myra and I settle into the back seat.

  “Stop at the first convenience store you can find that doesn’t have anyone lurking around for a quick stop, then we will continue up SR 51 to 101 E to 56th Street, then left and I’ll guide you in.”

  Myra looks at me aghast, “You’re not.”

  “Damn skippy. With the way my luck is running today, I may win both the Powerball and the MegaMillions,” I tell her. Then to Trina, “The address is 5417 E. High Street, Phoenix if you want to GPS.”

  Trina asks, “Any recommendations for the convenience store?”

  “I seem to recall there are a couple on 44th street and Washington, just off the airport property. Circle K, I think. Northeast corner; it will be to your right.”

  She responds, “Lots of ‘thinkin,’ mister. Okay. Buckle up, kiddies. The train is leaving the station.”

  Five minutes later we are at the Circle K. Trina combat parks to the right of the entrance, and I hop out. There are no other customers. I quickly grab three bottles of water. Then I fill out a ticket for both games selecting numbers based on the rough date-time I met Erica and Myra. I give them to the clerk, and tell him “I also want 25 Quick Picks of each.”

  He looks at me like I’m stoned, and rings it all up. He gives me the tickets, and I give him $120 in twenties and tell him to keep the change.

  Then I hustle out to the SUV. I knock on the window when I get there, and Trina unlocks the door after confirming it’s me. ‘Good job, Trina!’

  At that point, she pulls out, maneuvers us onto the freeway and shuttles us all to my place. I share the waters around.

  We get to City North, and I direct Trina to my parking spot in the garage. She combat parks again, and pops the cargo hatch. I have mixed opinions about the utility of combat parking, which I almost share but opt instead to just get the three bags in a moment of rare wisdom.

  I lead the ladies to the lift, and we head to the third floor,
and then walk down the short hall to my condo. There are four units on each floor, and mine is the farthest one facing north, down onto High Street. I unlock the door, indicate that Myra and Trina should wait outside and quickly set the bags inside. Then I rush back to scoop Myra up and carry her across the threshold as she howls with laughter.

  I set her down and pull her into a tight embrace. “Welcome home, love.” We kiss tenderly, but we are interrupted by a “Kph” and a sniff.

  We turn to see Trina standing in the door with her arms folded under her breasts. She opens her arms to the sides palm up and says in a creditable New Jersey accent, “So what am I, chopped liver?”

  Myra releases me, and I sketch a bow in Trina’s direction. I rush to the door. “My apologies, Lady Liver,” as I swoop her up. She blows a raspberry at me as I carry her across the threshold and kick the door closed.

  Two ladies across the threshold and no heads smacked into door frames. ‘I could have just bought one of each lottery ticket!’

  Trina loops her arms around my neck as I set her on her feet next to Myra and presents a cheek for me to kiss. I give her a gentle hug and oblige her with an unrushed brush of my lips against her cheek. She smells delightful. No perfume, just a warm hint of forest on a fall day and a touch of feminine sweat. Makes the hard little body in my arms seem all cuddly.

  We release each other and she shyly steps back as Myra wraps her arms around her from behind and gives her a kiss on the other cheek. Myra holds her and stage-whispers, “Don’t want you to be unbalanced, love.” Trina cuddles back into Myra’s embrace.

  “Well,” I say. “I’ll leave you two beauties alone for a minute while I clear my gear out of the guest room.” I grab Trina’s duffle from the rails of Myra’s roll bag and walk back to the guest room. I put Trina’s bag on the pillow of the full bed that is pushed into the corner. Then I grab my two medium duffles from the bed and put them in the living room floor next to the TV stand behind the door. I go back and retrieve my Taylor T5z case and Roland Cube Street amp, and arrange the pile of bags and gear to minimize the clutter on the living room floor.

  Then I put a fresh hand towel in the guest bath and put a set of towels on the guest bed.

  “Guestroom is ready for you, Trina.” She joins me in the room while Myra lurks in the doorway. “Towels and washcloth if you would like to freshen up at some point. You walked past the bath next door. If there’s nothing else immediate, I’ll go lay out a small meal.”

  Trina’s eyes fall on the keyboard across the room, then roam to the guitars on the wall, and small recording desk along the hallway wall. She shoots me questioning look.

  I respond, “I dabble.” She just nods thoughtfully and shoots a look to Myra.

  Myra adds, “He’s got mad skills,” with a grin.

  Trina joins the game with a mischievous grin, “You better hope he has mad skills in the bedroom, lover.”

  “Just like a penis, only smaller,” is my contribution as I march out to the kitchen grabbing Myra by the hand as they both laugh.

  I pull a ½-loaf of artisan bread out of the fridge with, cheeses, butter, and cold cuts. Then I dive back in for a tomato, avocado, english cucumber, and onion.

  “Myra, would you put the cheese and meats on the table, please?” I hear Trina close the bathroom door.

  “Sure.” She gets them laid out while I start cleaning and cutting the fruits and vegetables.

  “Plates and silverware?” she asks. I point at the appropriate locations with my knife, and continue cutting. She finds glasses too, as I get everything cut and into the bowl. I add some olive oil, balsamic, salt, pepper, some garlic ‘Mrs. Dash’ and stir it all up.

  I hear the bathroom door open as I ask “Beer or wine” while looking into the fridge to consider drink choices. I hear two “wine” responses; so, I grab the bottle of Kim Crawford I put in to chill last weekend. I close the fridge and set the wine on the counter to open it when I see Trina march out of the guestroom wearing her birthday suit while toweling her hair.

  ‘That is one finely tailored birthday suit!’ “Don’t move,” I say to her. I go to my closet and retrieve a blue plaid flannel shirt in my size. I return to the great room and walk up behind Trina.

  “Right hand please.”

  She looks over her shoulder with a quizzical glance and hesitates. “Trina, I would gladly gaze upon your lovely naked body all evening long, but I would hate for your lovely little ass to stick to the chair for dinner. I don’t have a bathrobe to loan you; so, this is the best I can do.”

  She gives me a blank expression and extends her right arm to the side. I slide the shirt on. “Left, please.” She grabs the towel with her right hand and extends her left. I slide the shirt up onto her shoulder and then roll the sleeve up to reach the middle of her forearm. “Right, please.” She reverses her maneuver, and I roll up the right sleeve.

  “Thank you,” I tell her leaning over her right shoulder to look in her eye. I give her shoulders a squeeze and then return to the counter to open the wine. Myra brings wine glasses, and I fill them generously while Trina takes her towel back to the bathroom.

  Myra and I take the wine to the table and take a seat. Trina joins us in the dining room with the shirt still hanging open. Myra says, “You look precious, Trina.”

  Trina stops before taking her seat and strikes an open arms-out pin-up pose with an adorable pout on her lips, which provides a lovely view of her firm, pert breasts and nearly non-existent landing pad. “Don’t I just?” We all share a laugh. She wraps the shirt closed holding onto the edges swaying back and forth and the hem brushes her knees. “I could add a belt and wear this as a dress. It wouldn't be very stylish, but I love the feel of the flannel on my skin.”

  Then Trina sits, and we begin our meal. The ladies dole out lavish praise for the simple fare, and we discuss our plans for tomorrow as we enjoy the meal. I pick up while the ladies pour out the rest of the bottle. Myra jokes, “You’re going to make someone a great wife someday.”

  “Nope,” says Trina. “You’ll make someone a great slave.”

  “Hmm,” I say. “I doubt it. I don’t submit well.”

  “Trina, I think he’s more of a master than a slave,” says Myra looking slyly over the rim of her glass at Trina. Trina’s eyes pop again, and then she blushes. ‘What’s going on with that?’

  I refill water glasses and say, “Well ladies, the morning will arrive sooner than we wish, and we all need rest. Plus I have one more commitment to fulfill before I can surrender to sleep.”

  Myra empties her wine glass, sets it down and says, “Yes you do, my lovely man. Wait here while I tuck Trina in, and then you can carry me into the bedroom.”

  “Deal,” I respond as the ladies rise and go back to the guest room and close the door. I bin the wine bottle, rinse the wine glasses, and put them in the dishwasher.

  Chapter 6 - Girl talk

  The girls walk to the guest room. Trina waves Myra into the room and quietly closes the door. She leans back against the door and looks at Myra with a thoughtful. “Are you ready, my Lady,” she asks as she starts walking toward Myra.

  “For you, love? Always.”

  “That’s not what I mean, Myra. He’s dangerous. His gaze has weight. I can feel it when he looks at me, and he doesn’t look at me the same way he looks at you.” Trina wraps her arms around Myra’s waist, kisses her lips lightly, and tucks her face into the left Myra’s neck.

  “I think that weight you feel is pretty close to what he gives me. Do you want him to look at you like he looks at me?”

  “I don’t know.” Trina mumbles into her neck. “Him looking at me like that makes me feel weird.” She lifts her head and looks into Myra’s eyes. “He scares me. It’s too easy to connect with him. He’s easily as goofy as he is charming, but it works to get my attention. You are the only lover I've ever had or have ever wanted. I’m afraid what will happen if he turns his attention to me. What it will do to my psyche? Will he take me as
easily as he did you? She pauses for a moment, “But I admit to you freely...that ‘not submitting’ slash ‘master’ thing tripped my trigger HARD.”

  She leans her forehead against Myra’s and says, “Bottom line - I really don’t think I want to be taken right now by anyone but you. Besides, he’s your lover.”

  “Trina, you know what my mother is putting me through with all the ‘suitors.’ I can’t give him the kind of commitment I want to so long as my mother is driving me to fuck every eligible suitor across all the Fae realms.”

  “At least she’s only sending you the Sidhe.”

  “She has threatened to send Saureg.”

  “After what you did at the Goblin Court? That might not work out well.”

  “Hopefully she’ll see the political situation as deterrent rather than a lever she can pull to get break me.”

  Myra holds Trina’s face as she kisses her. “Let’s get you tucked in bed.”

  “Why, my Lady Myra, what are you going to tuck?”

  “I was thinking two fingers into that tight wet pussy of yours, but let’s be quick darling,” as Myra pulls back the covers.

  Trina grins, drops Jack’s shirt to the floor and slides onto the bed. “Oh, I’ll be quick. You haven’t rubbed one off me in two whole days! Do me now!”

  Myra sits on the side of the bed, and leans in to kiss Trina, as Myra’s right hand glides down Trina’s stomach to cup her mons. Trina moans into her mouth and spreads her legs as Myra gently caresses Trina’s labia. Trina wraps her right arm around Myra’s shoulder and grabs the headboard with her left. As her lower lips part, Myra wets her fingers liberally in Trina’s juices and then gently tickles her clit. Myra repeats that maneuver a couple of times then slides her fingers along the outside of Trina’s petals and puts her thumb to good use on the clit. As Trina moans into Myra’s mouth and writhes on the bed, Myra stacks her middle finger over her index finger and curls them into Trina’s warm, wet opening. Myra moves her fingers in and out of her lover, and then curls them up to tickle that spot inside her that Myra knows so well. Trina breaks their kiss as she raises and spreads her knees as wide as she can, shaking her head back and forth as she whines through clamped lips.