Making His Own Luck

Part 3, Segment 4

Gary and Lisa rode down the elevator in each other’s arms. Gary also took advantage of the private moments to caress Lisa’s breasts through the sheer silk material. He loved the feel of silk, and he especially loved feeling a woman’s body through it. The first time he had the guts to buy lingerie for Lisa, he got her a red silk teddy for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t wear it often, but every time she did, he made a point of letting her know how much he appreciated it. And her in it.

“I love you so much,” Gary said.

“You too babe,” Lisa replied.

She turned to face him and winked. Just after that, she grabbed him and kissed him.

The couple was locked in the passionate kiss when the elevator car arrived at the lobby. The bell chimed and the doors slid open. They didn’t stop kissing.

“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice said. Still they held the kiss.

“I said, excuse me.” The woman’s voice was more shrill, almost dripping with impatience.

Finally Lisa broke apart from Gary. She avoided looking at the woman. Gary wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or disdain. Gary saw that the woman was very attractive, with long blonde hair and the body of a model. And that face... he was sure he recognized her from somewhere, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“What are you staring at, asshole?” the woman sneered as the elevator door closed.

He watched for a few moments to track the elevator. It stopped on the 23rd floor. He tucked that tidbit of information away.

Lisa made a bee-line for the roulette tables. She had always wanted to try playing roulette. She even got Gary to contribute $10 for the first play. The number was 17, which was the combination of the day and date of when they met: January 7.

By the time Gary got to the table where Lisa had set herself down, the ball was already spinning, and he saw that chip sitting by itself on 17.

He watched the ball spin. He tried concentrating on the ball, to see if he could affect it. He tried to give it a push, like he had with Melody earlier. But he couldn’t feel anything.

He concentrated even harder, telling the ball to jump. Suddenly, he noticed that five or six people around the table had taken a small jump, almost in unison.

“Well that wasn’t what I wanted,” he thought to himself.

Gary resigned himself to the idea that he definitely wasn’t going to be able to influence this game. Instead, he just held Lisa’s hand and hoped that the ball would fall in the right place.

“And the number is... 29!” The tender swept away the chips, including the $10 chip from number 17. The excitement over the moment went away with it.

“Well, you stayed for our play,” Lisa said. “You can go do your own thing if you want now.” She kissed Gary on the cheek, then reached across the table to toss on her next bet.

Gary smiled, waved at her as he went away from the gradually-filling table, and headed for the bar.

He got as far as ordering a beer when he spotted the bitch from the elevator walking across the casino floor. He through down a five-dollar bill for the beer and trailed after the woman.

Although he was angry with the woman, he also admired that body. She had to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He would have guessed her tits were at least D-cups, and they looked great in the blue halter dress she was wearing. And her legs were long, thin and fine. He had very impure thoughts about this beauty-and-a-bitch.

The woman left the hotel and went out to the parking lot. That vague recognition which Gary had earlier suddenly snapped into perfect focus when he saw the car. It was that same red sports car that passed them earlier. And the same woman who had flipped him off. Suddenly the anger made perfect sense.

She reached out to put her key into the car door, but before her hand could cross the few inches of air, Gary was upon her.

“What the fuck are you d...”

Gary caught her eyes, quieting her instantly. “Why are you always such a bitch, lady? It isn’t nice.”

Her mouth opened, but no sounds came out. A look of shock overtook her. She tried to speak, but she couldn’t make a sound.

“Scary, isn’t it?” Gary asked harshly. “It’s not so much fun when you’re the one without the power.”

He released his hold on her ability to speak, although he made sure she couldn’t scream.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“I’m the one you cut off on the road earlier. I’m the one you pushed by on the elevator. I’m the one who doesn’t like being treated like I’m just in the way.”

Again, she tried to scream, and still nothing. “Why can’t I scream?”

“I won’t let you. I’m going to make you suffer for being such a bitch to everyone. You’re going to be doing what I want you to do, and when I’m done, if you’re really lucky, you might not even remember anything.”

She tried one more time to scream, and failed. So instead, she tried to punch him. But Gary was ready for that too. He grabbed her arm, spun her around against her car, and leaned into her.

“Lady, you picked the wrong vampire to piss off.”

He grabbed her head and pushed it to one side, and ruthlessly plunged his fangs into her throat. He felt her body buck with the pain, which he did nothing to relieve. But shortly after the pain faded, she relaxed. He moved back, knowing that he didn’t have to hold her physically anymore.

“Oh, master,” she said breathlessly.

“Follow me, girl. It’s time for your lesson.”

* * *

The door opened to the dark and empty suite. In the minutes while they walked from the parking lot, Gary learned that the woman’s name was Sonya. She was just as spoiled and bitchy as he could have imagined.

Sonya’s father was a minor millionaire, who had profited from inside trading. She had grown up without want, and no one denied her what she desired. One of her boyfriends had said no to her when she insisted he go down on her. The boyfriend ended up in jail on **** charges. A sorority had the nerve to reject her, and the two girls who had voted against her ended up suspended. She made sure that no **** ever went unsatisfied.

Her daddy had been a womanizer, and she learned quickly that only the sexiest, most beautiful women got the attention from him. She had a private trainer and a nutritionist to keep her in tip-top shape. She delighted in telling Gary that not only were her 34D breasts real, but they were “perfect.” She swore to him that she never wore a bra, because she didn’t need one.

Sonya had been with more men than she could remember, despite being only 24. She lost her virginity when she was 15. She assured Gary that she was amazing in bed and that she loved giving head for the “right” guys.

Two lines of thought competed in Gary’s mind from listening to Sonya’s litany. First, he was completely turned on from having this sex kitten turned into a sex ****. But second, he was disgusted by how freely she used her sex as a weapon. He planned on turning the tables on her, taking advantage of her and using her.

As Gary closed the door, he spoke a single word: “Strip.” He reinforced the message with a mental push.

Sonya lit up like a flame. She reached behind her head to undo the clasp holding her dress together. She peeled the thin fabric down, exposing those luscious tits. Her nipples were standing out towards Gary, and he resisted reaching out to them. Instead, he simply sat on a sofa and watched the striptease.

Sonya pushed the rest of the dress down past her slinking hips. She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. Just like Lisa hadn’t.

Lisa.

The thought echoed in his mind. Gary hadn’t thought of being with Vanessa as “cheating” because, at least to him, he really hadn’t had much choice. But this would be different. This would be cheating.

“I want you to fuck me, Master,” Sonya moaned. She ran one hand around one of her tits, cupping it and caressing it. She ran her other hand down between her legs and slid her fingers inside herself. She was totally shaved, and he could see she was dripping wet. “I need you to take me.”

Gary’s hungers growled at him. He wanted her sexually in the worst way, and he needed to taste more of her blood. The animal instinct inside him told him to ignore Lisa. He could love her if he wanted, or he could control her utterly. But later.

He was torn, and he was close to making his decision.

Then he heard the door open.