Press Your Luck 32 (Patreon)

Once in her bedroom, Valerie pulled the frat boy in close, forcing her tongue down his throat and wasting no time as she tore at his belt buckle while his hands wandered over her body. Groping her breast and her ass through her dress at the same time. With a successful clunk his belt and pants fell to her carpeted floor. Breaking their kiss she smiled at the cock that stood at attention over the band of his boxer briefs. She bit her lip as she wordlessly stroked his exposed cock. Only stopping to allow him to pull the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts. “God damn.” He gasped at the sight of her double Ds.

“You certainly know how to make a girl blush.” Val giggled as she groped her breasts before bringing them to her lips and sucking on them. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that while other girls had to pay for breasts as full and beautiful, hers were real. Lucy’s may be the same size but not without help. Of course, if what the doctor had told her about the pellet implant was true, she may end up bigger. ‘Mine will still be better.’ she thought with a giggle, “Now you.” Val smiled as she sat on the edge of her bed in front of the frat boy and watched as he pulled his briefs to the floor, exposing his thick seven inch cock.

She wasn’t sure if he gave her a name. She knew she didn't ask and neither did he. What she did know was besides a handsome face he had an incredible body. He was maybe five foot ten, narrow shoulders and a lean build and judging by how smooth and free of body hair he was she assumed he was likely on the swim team at his school. A small part of her told her that she was using sex to sublimate the stress she was feeling at school. The rest of her told her to test just how long the frat boy could hold his breath before she rode him to the pearly gates. “Come to momma.” She raised the hem of her dress, exposing the pink thong between her thighs. Spreading her legs for the frat boy as he knelt in front of her, his tongue meeting her wet lips below, she found herself imagining Lucy’s head buried between her legs.

In Lucy and Danny’s room, Danny carried Lucy to their shared bed. Lucy giggled as she clung to Daniel’s neck and stared into his eyes. Danny kicked the door behind him, shutting it with a slam as he kissed Lucy. Danny dropped the beauty onto the bed, enjoying her giggling as her breasts bounced even in her dress. Climbing on top of her Danny kissed her lips eagerly.

Breaking their kiss Danny stood at the edge of their bed. Lucy smiled and sat up, taking her que she quickly worked his buckle loose and tugged at his pants when Danny suddenly grabbed her hands. “What’s wrong?” She pouted as she stared up at Danny’s frowning face. “D-don’t you want me?”

A strange idea occurred to him as he stared down at her. “Stand up.” He ordered. Confused, she stood up, even in her four inch chunk heels she was still only as tall as his shoulder. “Strip.” She smiled and slowly began to dance against her lover wrapping her arms around his neck for a moment before he pulled her off. “I didn’t say dance for me. I said strip.” Again she was confused but did what he said. Slowly she pulled at the stretchy material until she exposed her bare breasts and lack of bra. “Stop.” Danny growled, realizing his girlfriend hadn’t even been wearing a bra all evening. “On your knees. He ordered, taking a step back. Lucy bit her lip and felt her trapped penis twitch, already leaking precum as she knelt in front of him. Danny pulled the belt free of his pants in one smooth motion. “Hold out your hand.” She obeyed with a blush coming to her face. “Palms up.” Biting her lip she turned her palms face up. “I expect you to keep your hands just like that. Understand?”

“Okay.”

“Yes, sir.” he corrected.

“Y-yes, sir.” Lucy’s entire body burned red, they were basically the same age and he was treating her as if he were in charge? Daniel had to know how utterly humiliating that was. So why was she so turned on?

“Lucy, what exactly were you doing with that guy?”

Broken of her train of thought Lucy looked up at Daniel, “Nothing?”

“You were kissing him, weren’t you?”

“I thought he was you!” She pouted, staring up at the man on her knees.

“He’s a foot shorter than me.” Danny growled.

“Everyone’s taller than me.” She pouted as she crossed her arms, covering her chest, “I didn’t know.” The belt snapped loudly as Daniel pulled the ends together causing Lucy to jump with a tiny, “Eep!”

“I said keep your hands up.” Danny stared down at her with a harsh look on his face. Slowly Lucy offered up her hands again. “I think you need to be punished.”

“But I–”

“That wasn’t a question.” He growled, “The part where you get to talk is over.” Danny slowly dragged the belt across Lucy’s palms before picking it up. “One.” He brought the belt down on Lucy’s palms. The act itself caused Lucy to jump more than any pain she may have felt. “Two.” He brought the belt down much swifter this time as it slapped against her palms with a small crack. Lucy’s entire body burned red as she felt the small sting. “Three.” The belt slapped hard onto Lucy’s palms, much louder than before. The sting caused Lucy to whimper but she managed to keep her hands in place as she stared up at Daniel’s face. “Four.” The crack of the belt against her hands was felt before it even registered to Lucy that it happened. Without thinking she had pulled her palms back before forcing herself to hold them back in place. “Five.” As fast as the previous was before this time struck much harder, bringing an immediate tear to Lucy’s eye  as she again pulled her hands away on reflex. “Good girl. Now you can get up.”

“Y-yes, sir.” Lucy stood slowly, her palms radiating red heat as they trembled.

“Now I want you to take off your dress and bend over the bed so you can receive your punishment.”

“I thought that was it?” She squeaked nervously.

Danny chuckled, “I wanted to know how much you can take to start with. You wouldn’t want me to spank you at a ten if you can only stand four.” Danny took a half step forward and suddenly his hand was on Lucy’s throat. “I also told you no more talking.” He growled. “You’ve earned five more.” He released her throat and he could tell she was about to speak again but stopped, “Good girl. The only thing you’re allowed to say for the rest of the night is yes, sir. Understand?”

Lucy’s hands hurt like fire. Her throat was sore already. She had been completely humiliated by this ogre of a man. “Yes, sir.” So why was she still stripping? Why did she feel a growing dampness between her thighs as she pulled her dress down around her ankles?  Carefully she stepped out of the rumpled dress and kicked it aside before bending over to unbuckle her heels.

“Leave them on.”

“Yes, sir.” She hid her smirk as she stood back up. Standing flat foot was such a pain now since her surgeries. ‘I can’t believe I was pi–upset when I first woke up. I look sexy A F.’

Danny paused for a moment and examined his girlfriend, “Lucy?” He asked, “Is there something you want to tell me?” he pointed at her groin. He had only seen Lucy’s fully nude a handful of times since they started dating and when he had she had her penis pulled back, or tucked as he learned it was called. But this was completely different. It looked like she had an actual vagina!

“Yes, sir.” She giggled.

Danny smirked, “But you’re gonna be a brat aren’t you?”

Giggling again, “Yes, sir.”

Danny sighed, clicking his tongue and hiding his smirk behind his hand, “Since you wanna brat, ten more.”

“Wha–”

“Five more for talking without permission. You already got twenty for flirting with that guy tonight, wanna keep pushing it?” With a pout she growled as she glared at him. “Good, now turn around, hands on the bed.”

Some time around three in the morning Valerie shuffled to the kitchen where she found Danny, already sitting in the dining room nursing a glass of whiskey. Thankfully she had sobered up enough to remember to put on her robe before she left her room. Her dress had been tossed into the dark room hours ago. Clutching the top of her robe she cleared her throat, “You’re up early. Or late.” She glanced at the clock on the microwave as she continued to shuffle into the kitchen.

“It’s the weekend…so…up late I suppose.” He finished with a heavy sigh before taking another drink.

“So, like, what’s got you up so late and mopey?” She asked as she poured herself some juice.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Mhm.” She grunted as she took out a bowl and poured herself some cereal before sitting beside Danny. “Tell you what, why don’t I start?” She asked, taking a sip of the orange juice. “I’m sorry.” She stared at her juice, “I…got totally wild tonight and…and I, like, kissed your girlfriend.” She had hoped she would get lucky and forget after she passed out on top of the frat boy. But she still remembered making out with Lucy. “A lot.” She blushed. Valerie didn’t know what was worse, thinking of Lucy as a rival, or thinking of her sexually.

Danny for his part did his best to avoid looking at Valerie. Earlier that evening he had witnessed Lucy making out with another woman. And before he knew who the other party was his libido had already conjured images of the two women in the throws of passion together. Soon he discovered Valerie was the other woman. “It’s fine.” Danny shrugged.

“It’s not.” Valerie shook her head, “You don’t have to, like, pretend like it is. You have a say in what happens in your relationship.” Danny scoffed as he took a drink from his glass, “What?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Danny. Tell me.”

“It doesn’t matter.” he grunted and downed more of the alcohol.

“Whatever you’re feeling…it, like, so totally matters! Talk to me.”

“Like I said, it doesn’t matter.”

Valerie grunted angrily, “If it doesn’t matter then why don’t you tell me?”

“Because it’ll only make you mad.”

“If you don’t tell me, I’m, like, gonna be mad anyway. Soooo…” She let her words hang in the air, hoping he would see her logic.  She could see the look on his face even as he shook his head. She knew she looked like some bimbo like Lucy, but she wasn’t!

“You being mad at me I’m fine with.”

Her brother may have stood nearly a foot taller than her but she was still his older sister. And, though she hated hearing it when they were growing up, he was her responsibility. Her gentle face hardened to granite in a flash. “Lucy!” She growled, “That little slut!” she shouted, slamming her hands from the table. “I’ll kill her!” Her chair slammed hard onto the floor as she jumped to standing.

“What?! Stop!” Danny rushed around the table in a scramble, avoiding the knocked over chair and grabbing his sister’s arm.

“Let me go, you giant turd!”

“No.” He pulled Valerie and easily pulled her towards him in her bare feet. “You’re just assuming it’s–”

“Who else would it be?!” She growled and poked her sharp nailed finger into his chest, “Who else would piss me off enough for you to worry?!”

Danny had to admit she was right but he knew better than to let her go. “You don’t even know what’s going on.”

“Then tell me.” She demanded, glaring up at him. “Tell me or I’ll beat the answer outta her.”

“Not if you’re gonna yell or attack Lucy.” He glared back at her, “There’s nothing that can be done tonight and I’d rather not start anything.”

“Fine. I won’t kill her tonight.” She hissed.

“Fine.” He slowly released her arm. Once he was sure she wasn’t about to run back into their room he let out the breath he had been holding and sat in his chair in the living room. “Just don’t say anything to Lucy.” Valerie nodded and took her seat. The anger inside her still burning like an inferno.

Valerie got little sleep that night. After talking to her brother she didn’t find herself back in her bed until just after five. Several hours later she woke up to her usual morning routine, Lucy had made breakfast already and judging by the sound of the shower running, she was preparing for the rest of her day. Walking into the kitchen she saw the frat boy was still in her home but at the table eating a plate of pancakes. “Mornin’,” he said through a mouthful of pancakes.

“You’re still here?” she narrowed her eyes at him before continuing on to her true goal. Morning coffee.

The frat boy chuckled and swallowed, “I was actually on my way out–” he had said with a grin before considering, chicks don’t like that–“for breakfast–” his voice was unsure as he tried to gauge her reactions–“then your girlfriend stopped me and said she already made pancakes.”

Val sat down at the table with her hot cup of ambrosia. She hadn’t expected him to be there in the morning, and in truth she hoped he was gone for good. He was an okay enough lay. But she wasn’t looking for anything serious. “She is a good cook.” Was all she said before taking a sip of her coffee. The white hot inferno of rage she felt towards the girl hours before had dulled somewhat as she ate the plate of pancakes Lucy had set out for her.

After her awkward breakfast she stood in the kitchen, enjoying her second cup of coffee when she heard Lucy’s heels clicking across the floor into the living room. “I swear, I thought, like, he was you.” Lucy pouted and ran her nailed fingers through Daniel’s hair, along his scalp. “I’m sorry. I promise. It was dark, and like, I  was...drunk and I smelled your cologne.”Lucy paused. ‘But I should have known it wasn’t him. Because my Daniel also smells like my shampoo.’ Lucy continued mentally, not wanting to admit fully being at fault.

Danny gave her a boyish smile, loving the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. “It’s okay.” he said softly before kissing her forehead.

“Really?” She smiled up at her giant.

“Of course.” He pressed his forehead to hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Valerie was only somewhat aware of someone speaking to her as she listened in on their conversation. Hearing how easily Danny forgave her, again had reignited the flame from the night before. “Huh?” She turned and saw frat boy had joined her in the kitchen, “You heading out?”

“Uh, yeah. I was saying maybe we could–”

Suddenly Valerie grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her, “Sure. Right now I have to talk to my brother.” The venom in her voice let the boy know not to question what exactly was going on as she drug him through the living room and shoved him out the front door

Slamming the door Valerie dragged Lucy away from Danny and threw her into the couch.“Owie!” She pouted, rubbing her bottom. “That hurt.” Lucy whined.

“Shut up!” Valerie yelled.

“Val, we don't have to do this right now.” Danny said with a frown.

She spun around, stabbing Danny in the chest with her fingernail, “We do it now or you’ll just keep forgiving the little bitch!”

“Why are you being so mean?” Lucy crossed her arms under her breasts. “What’d I ever do to you?”

“You’ve done just, like, way too much to list. Ever since I’ve known you you were always a total dick but this? This takes the cake!”

“What?!” Lucy’s pout turned to a genuine frown, she knew it wasn’t all that long ago but being Lucy was freeing. She didn’t have the burden of Harlow’s past, thoughts of it alone bothered her and not thinking about things made her so much happier.

Valerie growled, clenching her hands in rage and made a motion as if she were strangling an imaginary Lucy. “You had your opportunity to be free of your debt and you threw it away because you don't care!”

“Wha…I care!” Lucy looked desperately towards Daniel.

“Then you don’t know how important that money was!” Daniel said sternly, rubbing his five o’clock shadow.

“Either way you have got to go!" Valerie added.

“Go? Go where?”

“We don’t care.” Valerie shouted.

“You don…” Lucy looked to Daniel for help once again.

His jaw was clenched, “I care.” He corrected slowly. “But…I think me…us…helping you has probably done more harm than good.” Harlow recognized the phrase as one of Valerie’s. Valerie wasn’t ever afraid to share her opinion, often and unprompted. “So may-it would be better for all of us if you found somewhere else to live for now.”

“I can’t go anywhere!” Harlow shouted back. “I have no money.”

“Figure it out!” Valerie spat with more venom than she intended.

Lucy pouted as she looked up at her boyfriend’s sister, "Great, get a job.” She rolled her eyes, “Elena wanted me to go to beauty school. What's next?" She giggled. Valerie only glared back, her arms crossed over her chest. Lucy’s smile faded as Harlow turned towards Daniel, fighting the tears in his eyes, “Daniel…come on…please? You can’t just, like, throw me out. Please don’t…please don’t break up with me!” A piece of ice the size of the empire state building knifed its way into his heart as he said the words.

Dannyl frowned, glancing towards his sister he clenched his jaw once again and faced his friend’s watering eyes, “I don’t want to. But this isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this.” Seeing Lucy on the verge of tears was tearing him up inside, he never was good with a girl when they started crying. Clenching his jaw tighter he tried to firm his resolve.

“What?” Harlow shuddered.

“I get you were going through a lot with your dad and…your–” he glanced back at Valerie as if for confirmation before he continued –“gender identity and maybe that’s why?”

“My wh-”

“Don’t interrupt.” Valerie snapped, startling Harlow.

“Obviously you have a gambling problem and I can get how that could skew things for you. Money. Friends. Boyfriends.”

“I don’t-”

Danny continued, “I love you but you have done a lot of bad things in the past and you never even…–” He waved his hands, casting the thought away–“…maybe just loving you isn’t enough to help you anymore.”

“Daniel…” Harlow said slowly in a quiet voice as he knelt in front of his friend. “Daniel.” A deep pit formed in Harlow’s stomach. He knew he fell back on Daniel a lot but that’s what you did when you lov-He was right. “You’re right.” He whispered as he laid his head on Daniel’s knee. “I’m so, so, sorry.” his voice quivered. The pain was unbearable but he couldn’t allow himself to cry. Not now. Not ever. He had to swallow it like before. He needed to…to survive. But the image of Daniel’s heartbroken face kept creeping back to the forefront of his mind.

Swallowing hard, Harlow stood up, adjusting the hem of his dress as he stared at the too cute pink heels. ‘I’m wearing five inch Barbie pink heels while I’m indoors, when did that become me? I became this to stay and now…’ Harlow wiped his eyes as the tears slowly came. He hated that his first thought was how he had smudged his mascara. “Can I…can I, like, have a couple of days at least?”

“Absolutely not.” Valerie spat.

“Yes.” Danny said, cutting angry eyes at his sister. Before he stood up and met Lucy, “You can have a week. Okay?”

Harlow looked up at the giant that had once loved him. ‘He loved her, he said he loved Lucy, not me, but I even ruined that.’ Harlow took a second to try and center himself, but only succeeded in pushing back the tide in emotions instead of controlling them. “Okay.” He fought the tears in his eyes and the urge to fall into the large man’s chest and instead walked away to his room.

“Really?!” Valerie growled after Lucy left, “What’s the big idea giving her an entire week?!” Danny whirled his head around, glaring at his callous sister as his chest heaved. The rage in his eyes made Valerie take half a step back. He stared at her silently for only a second before storming off to the garage. “Fine.” She frowned.

Even in the darkened room he held himself against the door and tried to fight back against the tears that burned at the corners of his eyes. He was a man after all, and men don’t cry. They take whatever life throws at them and keep on moving. At least that’s what –his daddy– his dad had told him. Thinking about his dad was a huge mistake. Like a dam under too much pressure his emotions burst forth. He slid to the floor, pulling his knees into his enhanced chest and wept more openly than he ever had before. He cried out of fear of what was to come, he cried out of anger at himself, at Valerie, and at Danny, his supposed friend who tossed him aside after one mistake, and he cried out of loss for the two men she loved most leaving his life.

Harlow spent the first day alone in his shared room, wishing he could shed the disguise, but the threat, the reason it all started, was still real. So even isolated, all alone he sat in black and pink short tartan skirt, sleeveless black blouse with a deep V neck. He had already dressed for the day before in a cute dress and pink heels, for the day, but that was what he wore when Daniel rejected him. Harlow needed to change, and while he wanted to wear a pair of jeans more than anything at that second, he had to look like Lucy. He wasn’t even sure why he bothered to put on a pair of strappy black pumps, other than knowing they went with the outfit.

When he had finished changing he had no choice but to completely redo his makeup. ‘Just as well,’ he thought as he wiped his face clean of the makeup he had put on that morning, ‘I, like, ruined it like I do everything else.’ He spent the next thirty minutes reapplying his makeup. The act that had started to enjoy over the last couple of weeks had become hollow. His movements in the mirror were not his own as he applied mascara. His eyeshadow now matched with his top and his lips were once again plump and beautiful but…that feeling of completeness, of being armored, was gone.

With no energy to even cry he crawled into the bed he once shared with Danny. As if vines of thorns had wormed their way into the hollow spaces under his skin every movement of his body threatened to tear to shreds. Without bothering to get under the covers and simply hugged Daniel’s pillow to him before drifting into an inky black sleep. He was only vaguely aware of people outside talking every so often. A few hours after a voice belonging to Danny mentioned asked if he wanted lunch. He, of course, said no. And continued to lay alone in the dark with his thoughts.

For a brief time he considered running away and living with his mother again. ‘Even if I knew where she was she wouldn’t take me in…’ he thought with a whimper, ‘I’m a freak now.’ The thorns had spread to his lungs now and every breath brought more pain. Shifting slightly in bed he felt the five and a half inch heel of his shoe get caught on the sheet. ‘A freak, a bimbo that wears heels to bed.’ His tired mind tried to scheme and plan a way to make it work, but the only way it could work was if he at least got rid of his breasts. He could lie and tell her he changed his face so no one would recognize him from his old life. Sure she would yell and call him a moron for getting mixed up with loan sharks when he knew better, but she would take him in and after a few days or weeks she would calm down. But as long as he had breasts she would never accept her him. He shuddered painfully and clung even tighter to the now damp pillow as a new wave of tears came through.

That evening when Danny yet again knocked on their shared door he walked in when no one answered. Danny gave the beautiful red head a lopsided grin, seeing she had changed her clothes. “Do you want dinner? He asked, seeing her eyes flutter open.

“I’m fine here.”. “You don’t have to join us, but you should still eat.”

“While I can?” Harlow muttered, placing the pillow behind himself as he sat up.

“Lucy…just because we’re asking you to leave doesn’t mean we don’t…that I don’t still–”

“Don’t.” Harlow choked back the tears that suddenly appeared at the corner of his eyes again, refusing to look above Danny’s knee as he spoke. “Don’t say it.” A thorny vine wrapped itself around Harlow’s heart as he stared at his plate of meatloaf, “I’ll figure something out and I’ll be gone in a few days.” Danny moved closer to Harlow as the thorns stabbed into his heart, “We don’t have to pretend anymore. Not fifty cents to my name and I get to find a place to live, I’m sure I will be fine. Thanks for the extra week… I will be fine, but we don’t have to pretend.”

Danny heard the light airy voice of Lucy and the sadness and pain it held. Every word cutting into him. The more he had stewed on what Lucy had done at the casino, the more he talked to his sister about it the more rage built up inside of him. What she had just said poked holes in what he and Val were doing… no what he was doing. He knew things couldn’t continue like they were… he just wanted to make sure Lucy ate and he felt too emotional to have this kind of discussion.

Putting the plate down on the dresser he flicked the overhead light on so the room wasn’t cast in so much darkness. “Eat, maybe later…” Danny looked out of the open door to the hallway thinking he was hearing Val. “You already eat like a bird, don’t starve yourself more.” Danny said before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

Harlow looked at the simple fair that was on the plate, hamburger helper. He was planning to use the ground sirloin to make meatloaf. The twisted thorny invisible vine that held him in place seemed to slackly slightly as he smiled at the meal. It was still very much present, his life was over if he couldn’t figure out something, but still the tiniest of smiles came to his puffy lips, reminded of how poor of a cook Daniel was, but still he actually cooked something and that little crack in the darkness allowed his mind to focus on two little words the giant had said. “Maybe later.” Harlow repeated in his soft voice. ‘Is there hope there?’ He asked himself, feeling those imaginary vines writhe around him, threatening to choke the last bits of hope from him if he was wrong.