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Archive name: lucky (MF, prost)
Authors name: Dafney Dewitt (Anon address)
Story title : Getting Lucky

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Getting Lucky (MF, prost, con)
by Dafney Dewitt (Anon address)

***

      "Money doesn't make a fool out of a girl as
       often as a girl makes money out of a fool."


Fuller started his search in the morning. 

The casinos were open all night, but he wanted fresh 
meat. He spotted her by the slot machines doing a poor 
job of feigning an interest in gambling. Her simple 
white dress caught his eyes like a beacon of purity. She 
was a young, healthy looking girl who might have been a 
college coed.

"Hi," said Fuller. "Got change for a dollar?" he smiled.

It was a terrible pick-up line, but Fuller put his best 
efforts into the end game. Besides, there was no need to 
waste good pick-up lines on hookers.

She returned his smile raising a papercup filled with 
quarters to her mouth like she was toasting him. For a 
minute, Fuller imagined she might tip the quarters into 
her mouth and drink them down. She was as much a money 
machine as the slots.

"I'm bored," she answered.

"I'm Fuller," he smiled.

She smiled back.

"Hi Fuller, I'm Lori."

"If gambling bores you, why come to Las Vegas?

Fuller poised the question already knowing the answer. 
She was a working girl. But he enjoyed making them 
squirm. 

"It's not my idea of fun. I'm here with my parents."

Fuller nodded and got back on track.

"So what do you do for fun?"

"I'm an Anthropology student at Arizona State 
University."

Fuller had not been expecting this type of answer. She 
must be one of those new wave hookers who make up an 
entire legend for the enjoyment of the John. Fuller had 
seen this before with high priced call girls. Even after 
the sex, they would persist in pretending to be the 
daughter of a priest, an airline stewardess, or a nurse. 
Fuller played along.

"Anthropology. Isn't that the study of people?"

"Why, yes. I'm surprised you knew."

"I know lots of things."

"Oh, you do, do you?"

"I know you'd like me to rescue you from boredom."

"How would you do that?"

"You'll have to come with me to find out."

Fuller offered her his hand. Her hesitation was 
charming. She did a quick little curtsey type movement, 
slipping her purse off her shoulder and dumping the cup 
of quarters inside before taking Fuller's hand. Hand-in-
hand, the picture of innocence, they walked out of the 
casino together.

On the way to his hotel room, Fuller pulled Lori into 
Walgren's Pharmacy. She looked at him.

"I've got protection." she said.

Fuller gave her a look of alarm thinking she was talking 
about carrying a gun. But how could she know about his 
scam already? What had tipped her? Then it hit him. She 
meant condoms.

"Oh, no," said Fuller, raising one hand like a little 
boy in school who knew the right answer, "I just need to 
check some lottery tickets."

In the far corner of the pharmacy, over by the pay 
telephone, was a Lottery ATM. It sold tickets and 
confirmed winning tickets. Fuller took an envelope out 
of the breast pocket of his jacket and inserted his 
first ticket. He followed this by four more tickets. 
They were all losers. The fifth ticket was different. 
The display window flashed in red that it was a winning 
ticket followed by the amount of $5 million dollars.

Fuller shouted in mock surprise.

"Whoa baby! This is my lucky day!"

He palmed the ticket as it came out of the Lottery ATM, 
quickly turning it over so Lori could see the other 
side.

"I need to sign this."

He looked at Lori. 

"But first, I'm going to spend some time with my lucky 
lady." 

He smiled at Lori, and returned the unsigned ticket to 
the envelope. She grabbed his hand firmly in hers, and 
they set off again for his hotel room. They both smiled 
like co-conspirators.

Fuller's plan was foolproof. Show her the winning 
ticket, enjoy the sex, pretend to fall asleep, and let 
her steal the ticket. This was how he planned to get 
free sex. If the hooker insisted on pre-payment, he 
would balk. If she continued insisting, she would loose 
out on her opportunity to steal $5 million dollars.

That was the hard part. 

The easy part was getting a winning ticket. The winning 
numbers were posted in the Las Vegas Times right next to 
the long range weather forecast. He simply cut out the 
winning numbers from losing tickets and pasted them onto 
a lottery ticket. It was a cheap counterfeit. It would 
never fool anyone, but it could fool the Lottery ATM 
Machine. These machines did not have sophisticated 
scanners. He could never redeem the ticket for any 
money. But Fuller was after sex, not money.

As Fuller expected, Lori did not ask for pre-payment for 
her services.

The sex was stupendous. Fuller did not have to pretend 
to fall asleep. He was exhausted after a continuous 2 
hour romp in which Lori had revived him twice with her 
magic mouth. He heard her slip out of bed and tiptoe 
over to his jacket. A door clicked lightly before he 
fell asleep. 

When Fuller woke up he felt good. He felt wonderful. He 
now had a foolproof plan to get free sex. He felt 
fantastic until he heard her voice.

"Good Afternoon sleepy head." Lori greeted him.

Fuller was speechless. Had she discovered his con? Why 
had she stayed? What had gone wrong? He desperately need 
an unusual strategy to handle this situation.

He faked a yawn, and decided to try honesty.

"Why didn't you steal the Lottery Ticket?" Fuller asked.

"I thought about it." Lori admitted.

"Well?" Fuller insisted, dissappointed his plan had 
failed.

"I just couldn't." Lori said.

"I guess I owe you" said Fuller.

"I guess you do," Lori agreed shaking her head.

Of all the hookers, in all the world, Fuller had picked 
the last honest whore. He shook his head in disbelief. 
He took out four fifty dollar bills and laid them on the 
bed.

"What's that for?" asked Lori.

"For you."

"What do you think I am, a whore?" Lori spat out the 
words.

Fuller backpedaled.

"Uuh, no, of course not."

"Yes, you did."

"I... well, I mean, you were so good."

"It was love, buster."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Fuller sank back onto the bed. He was stunned. Lori 
started crying.

"You mean everything you told me about your parents, 
anthropology, and attending college was the truth?"

"That's right. Nothing but the truth."

Fuller put the money away, and held Lori in his arms. He 
told her that he loved her to make her stop crying. He 
agreed to meet her for dinner. They parted as friends. 

After dinner, they had sex again. It was even better the 
second time. Lori kept telling Fuller she loved him and 
wanted to get married. In the middle of climaxing, 
Fuller agreed. He would have agreed to just about 
anything at that time. When he woke up, Lori was 
snuggled up against him. She was smiling.

"You said you'd marry me," she reminded him.

"I did?" Fuller answered. 

"Yes, you did."

"Would you love me if I weren't rich?" asked Fuller.

"I'd love you if you were penniless."

"Are you sure?" Fuller asked.

"Absolutely, but don't worry with $5 million dollars 
you'll never go broke."

"I suppose not." Fuller agreed.

"Besides..."

"Besides what?"

"I could have stolen the lottery ticket while you were 
asleep, but I didn't."

"That's true."

"Do you know why?"

"Because you're honest?" Fuller said. 

"No, silly. Because I wanted you, not the money."

Fuller appeared to think this over and agreed to meet 
her the next morning for breakfast. It flattered him 
that a woman would prefer him over $5 million dollars. 
Lori planned for a quick marriage ceremony after 
breakfast.

That night, Fuller had trouble sleeping. Lori had 
refused to sleep with him. 
She said it was bad luck to sleep together the night 
before you got married. Unable to sleep, Fuller phoned 
his sister for advice. She could give him a woman's 
viewpoint. Later, Fuller would regret phoning her for 
the rest of his life.

"For a minute, forget about the girl," she told him.

"OK" said Fuller "Now what?"

"Imagine it was you in her place."

"Alright."

"Now what would you have done?"

"Do you mean would I marry myself?"

"No dummy. Would you have taken the Lottery Ticket or 
the girl?"

Fuller considered the question.

"I'd take the money and run."

"That's it, then."

"What?" asked Fuller not following her thinking.

"That's the answer."

"Are you saying she's too good for me?"

"No, I'm saying, you love money more than her."

"That's true," Fuller said soberly.

"Well, you want a marriage based on love not money."

"I do?"

"Yes. Think about how you met her."

"I already admitted that. I was trying to get free sex."

"Right, but were you honest about it?"

"Of course not." Fuller sounded indignant.

"Why not?"

"You don't understand these women. You can't get free 
sex out of a hooker by being honest."

"But you said she wasn't a hooker."

"At first, I thought she was..."

"So you started your love affair based on lies."

"I guess you could say that."

"A marriage based on lies will never work."

Fuller hung up on his sister after she continued 
spouting old bromides.
The next morning, Fuller made a full confession. He told 
Lori that she was too good for him. He told her that she 
deserved better. Her eyes filled with tears. 

"So you see," Fuller continued "the lottery ticket was a 
scam."

"You mean you're not rich?" Lori asked.

"That's right."

"I still want to marry you," Lori insisted.

Fuller's heart swelled up with love. His sister had been 
right. He had told the truth. All of it. But Lori still 
wanted him. She would make a rare catch. A woman who 
loved him more than $5 million dollars. Could Fuller ask 
for more?

"Do you have anything to confess?" Fuller asked self-
righteously.

"Me?" said Lori looking innocent.

"Yes, you."

"Why no. I can't think of anything."

"Then I have a question for you."

"OK."

"If you wanted me and not the money, why did you tiptoe 
over to my jacket?"

"You weren't asleep were you?"

"No, I wasn't."

"I peeked at the lottery ticket."

"You only looked?"

"Yes. I put it right back."

"Then you knew it was a counterfeit ticket."

"Yes."

Fuller was making himself uncomfortable. The questions 
were not going the way he expected. Something was wrong.

"You lied to me," Fuller accused Lori.

"About what?"

"You pretended not to know about the scam."

"Because I loved you," protested Lori.

"How could you love someone who was trying to cheat 
you?"

"Well, I..."

"Yes," said Fuller not wanting to know the answer.

"I was cheating you too."

"How?" Fuller was genuinely entrigued.

"I am a hooker."

This confession changed everything. Fuller needed to re-
evaluate. Nothing made sense. If she was a hooker, his 
plan should have worked. Fuller's world turned upside 
down.

"You're a hooker?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you take the $200 dollars?"

"After I saw the bogus ticket, I decided to pretend not 
to be a hooker."

"But why?"

"Before I knew the ticket was bogus, I knocked myself 
out giving you the best sex of my career."

"It was the best," Fuller agreed.

"That kind of all-out sex was worth a lot more than just 
$200."

"So?"

"So, I decided to make you my ticket out of hooking."

"How?"

"By reversing your con game."

"You turned my own con against me?"

"Yes, and your guilt."

"My guilt?"

"I made you feel bad for thinking I was a hooker and 
worse for trying to cheat me."

"So you wanted to trap me into marrying you?"

"Yes."

"But why me?"

"You may not be rich, but you're damn good looking, and 
you're a hustler. 
We'd make a good couple."

Fuller nodded his head in agreement. Everything Lori 
told him was the truth. He was extremely grateful, but 
he could never marry her. What would his sister say? 

Fuller still thinks about Lori everytime he seals the 
counterfeit lottery ticket inside the envelope. No one 
peeks. Tearing the envelope open would be too risky. It 
would make too much noise. When he makes love to them, 
Fuller thinks about Lori. They would have made the 
perfect couple. Now all he has left is free sex forever.

END

Author Note: If you liked this story, please look for 
other stories by Dafney Dewitt posted to Alt.Sex.Stories

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