Dumb Luck

by J G Jerome

  I power off the amp, unplug the guitar, and wipe it down. It goes into the case. All the cables, mics and equipment go into the duffel, and the amp is packed for travel. I take the mic stand and bar stool back to where I found them. I return to the patio to move my gear out of the way, and then I take the tip jar back to its original location. There are a few bills in there, totaling about $30 bucks. I grab them and go to the bar to wait for Kristina to finish serving the customers there.

  Kristina frees up and comes around the bar, handing me an envelope. “Great job, Jack. Let us know when you can come back. The gracious lady with the supermodel entourage paid your tab and left a hefty gratuity; so, put those bills in your pocket.”

  I laugh, “Okay Kristina. Take care, dear heart. I look forward to seeing your smiling face again soon.”

  “Give my best to Trina!”

  “I will. Bye sweetie,” I call as I leave.

  As I step onto the patio, one of the Scottsdale Trophy wives turns to me and wraps me in a quick hug. “That was a great show, Jack.” She tucks something into my shirt pocket, whispering “Call me.”

  I catch her elbow before she leaves my personal space and look pointedly at Myra and Trina standing arm in arm talking to Corrina and Jason. “I’m flattered, but I am completely sure my dance card is full.”

  She looks at the ladies and then turns a raised eyebrow and grin on me, “I bet, big boy.” She shakes her head and then whispers in my ear. “My husband really enjoyed your show. I’d like you to play for his birthday party.” She backs up adding with a wink, “Of course your dance card is welcome to attend,” before she turns and walks back to her group with a little extra sway to let me know what I’m missing. I follow her. I notice a man was watching her approach and me follow.

  “Hello folks. I saw you all come in at the beginning of my show and noticed you dancing and singing along. Thank you for making this a great experience for me. I hope I didn’t torture your ears too horribly.”

  Husband says, “Not at all. I thoroughly enjoyed your sets. Good energy. We had a blast. I’m Cliff,” extending his hand.

  I shake, “Jack. Pleasure to meet you, Cliff.”

  Cliff introduces his wife, Brenda, and their companions Brian and Karen with handshakes all around. I wish them all a good evening and thank them again for their support. Then I head back to my people.

  Chapter 20 - More New Friends

  Trina wins the race to kiss me first, which earns her a sharp spank on the ass from Myra. Trina gets her back when Myra kisses me - Trina raises Myra’s skirt and spanks her bare ass. I’m assuming the whole patio got a view of it. When I open my eyes from my second taste of heaven in as many minutes, I see Corrina and the short-haired female have glowing moonlit eyes. I guess they’re throwing some kind of ‘nothing to see here folks’ mojo around because none of the crowd are paying any attention.

  “Ready to go, ladies?” I sling the duffle and pick up the case and amp.

  Myra starts in, “Oooo Trina, he’s so big and so strong.”

  Trina starts in singing, “Come a little bit closer, you’re my kind of man…” as I head out the patio and turn right to walk up the hill to the hotel. Myra picks it up with “Come a little bit closer, you’re so big and so strong…,” and the two keep riffing over those two lines as we walk up the hill. I hear Charli’s voice pick up a harmony over the top. Then one, two, three, and four female voices pick it up. Then I hear Jason’s baritone pick up the “Come a little bit closer” as the other guy lays down a beatbox thing.

  We keep this going all the way to the hotel, but Charli and Jason break off at the Tavern Grille to give the hostess a heads up that we’re arriving.

  Trina and I run upstairs. She opens the door for me, and I hastily tuck my gear out of the way. Trina closes the door and pulls my weapon holster from her magical clutch. I clip it to my waist and check to ensure there’s a round in the chamber, seat the rounds in the mag, and safe it before returning it to the holster. As Trina reaches for the door, I tell her “Wait!”

  She looks at me cautiously. I take her clutch and set it on top of her bag, and then back her into the door. Her eyes saucer as I reach for the tie of her dress and tug it loose with one hand while I cup her face and kiss her deeply. I back off enough to slide my hands inside the neckline of her dress and slide my hands down her torso and around to her behind. I grab a handful of each ass cheek and use it to hoist her into the air and then push her firmly into the door with my body. She wraps her legs around me to pull me closer. Little Jack tries to push a hole through my jeans to get to his prize.

  With Trina’s legs helping to hold her in place, I grasp her wrists in my hands and raise them over her head as I nibble and suckle her neck. I kiss her roughly again as she starts to whimper.

  “Trina, you have been a very good girl, my Pet. I thought you needed a quick demonstration of my appreciation.”

  “Oh YES, Master!” she moans.

  “Don’t come yet, Pet.” Holding her hands with my left, I say “I am going to mark you as mine for all to see. Then I will slide my fingers inside you, so I can feel you grasp me as bliss runs through your soul.”

  “Oh yes, Master!” she groans. As I suckle the left side of her neck, my right hand slides down her torso to fill itself with her firm ass cheek. I squeeze as I lick, suckle, and nibble her neck. I tickle her rosebud and dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass cheek. Then I slide my hand farther underneath her to slide my fingers along her already soaking wet pussy. I squeeze each of her swollen petals between my fingers, and then quickly rub her clit with my wet fingers. As her squirms become more frantic, I slide down to gently pinch the petals of her blossom before placing my stacked index and middle finger at her opening.

  I raise my head to survey my work. She has one solid mark from just below her jaw to her collarbone, about the width of my hand. “Perfect.” I whisper. “Now everyone will know you are mine!”

  She whimpers and moves back and forth trying to ease my fingers in. I kiss her savagely one more time until her whimpers grow into a keening moan. Then I bend my back to capture her diamond hard nipple in my mouth and slide my fingers into her wet pussy. I suck hard on her nipple, and she screams as I feel her clench my fingers and wash them in a tide of her juices. I capture her gasps with my mouth as I kiss her again. I release her hands, so I can hold her up with my left hand as she bucks on my right. “Trina, as you are mine, I am yours. Do not forget, my Pet.”

  She wraps her arms around me and sobs out the last of her gasps. “Oh Master! Take me! Take me whenever, wherever, I don’t care! Use me as you please! I am yours!”

  As her spasms slow to a stop, I turn and gently lay her on the bed to let her catch her breath. I wet a washcloth in hot water and grab a hand towel. Kneeling between her legs, I put them on the floor beside me, and then lean in for my first taste of her. ‘She’s so sweet! Like a mango, but more musky and richer!’ I clean her gently with my tongue. When I think I have her mostly clean, I apply the now warm washcloth to her legs, taint, and labia. I gently dab the dry soft towel over all those areas. She is watching me with hooded eyes and a smile on her face.

  “Do you want me clean to fuck me, Master?”

  “No, my Pet. The first time I fuck you will be a special occasion. You will be treated as the perfect lady that you are as well as my adored Pet. I think that process just started. If I know you two at all, we will enjoy whatever debauchery you and Myra have planned tonight, and we will resume our courtship after Myra leaves.”

  “Courtship?” She sits up. “Jack you misunderstand. You have to court and marry Myra. It’s the only way we can save her,” she says seriously. “You heard O’ren. You are the Green Lord. If one of the Sidhe Ladies, the designated heir of either court, marries you, she is by tradition the Queen of all Faerie. That needs to be Myra. With her rule over Faerie and you at her side, she can put an end to all this nonsense between the courts and inside them. The other court is even more fucked
up than ours. We all need a strong queen to rule.”

  I ponder her words for a moment. I nod. “Okay, Trina. I acknowledge that your ideas have merit. You are thinking of this as a Sidhe lady protecting her Princess and her interests. I am talking to you from my only frame of reference - a man who loves a woman more than life itself. You! I love you more than life itself, Katrina Laughlin. I will court you to win your love and to ensure you know just how special you are to me.”

  She glows with joy, “Jack, Darling. You have my love. You have my heart. You own my life. The only thing you haven’t completely claimed is my body. I am ready right now! I do have to admit that hearing you have a plan makes my heart melt, but I am ready now!”

  She continues, “Just keep my words in mind. Myra loves you every bit as much as I do. She doesn’t know about this Green Lord tradition, or her politically trained mind would grasp it as the lifeline for our people that it is. But she doesn’t. I don’t think we should tell her until she agrees to marry you. She will second-guess her motivations for the rest of her life if we tell her before she accepts you. She might even refuse to marry you if she thinks she’s dragging you into our shit, and I think she would literally lose her will to live if she felt she had to turn you away. My love wouldn’t be enough to save her.”

  “Trina, I would marry you both if I could.”

  “I know, Jack. And that is just one more reason I love you. Shall we get ready for dinner?” I get up, so she can stand - offering her a hand. She stands and fastens her dress closed as she walks to stand in front of the bathroom mirror. I strip off my shirt and put a dry one on. Seeing her neck for the first time, “Goddess, Jack! You’re a fucking animal!” as she stares in wonder at her wounded neck. I initially think she’s pissed, but when I follow her into the bathroom I see she has an ear-to-ear grin on her face. She plants a quick kiss on my lips exclaiming, “I LOVE it! It’s PERFECT!” as she rushes to grab her clutch and returns to the mirror. She extracts her brush and two red scrunchies that match her dress. She whips the brush through her hair rapidly, and then gathers all her hair into a loose tail that drops over her her right ear and down her shoulder, securing it with a scrunchie just below her ear. She adds another scrunchie about six inches below the second. She glows with happiness as she turns back and forth admiring my marks on her.

  “Trina, you look like a warrior goddess. Every man and woman in the restaurant is going to want those marks to be their own.”

  Putting her brush back in her clutch, and ensuring her pistol and knife are handy in the opening, she says, “I know!” Looking up at me, she points her finger at me, “Don’t say a word! I’ll come right where I stand, and then I will throw all those beautiful plans we have for my deflowering right out the window!”

  “Yes ma’am!” I grin at her. “Let’s go show you off myPet!”

  Her breath catches and her eyes cross for just an instant. Then she scrunches her face and points a finger at me. “Not another word, mister!”

  I lock my lips and guide her to the door. We find the short-haired Raven and the auburn haired one, Geri I think, on either side of the door. Trina steps out as I secure the door.

  Geri says, “Myra walked up to hear a body thump against the door, and then leaned against the wall to listen for a minute with a smirk on her face. When she heard you scream...oh my goddess, Trina! Were you attacked?”

  Trina spins and preens, showing the guards her marks. “Nope. My Master marked me as his own! I’m the luckiest girl on earth!”

  Geri says, “No fucking way!” while I hear the other one whisper, “Ooo, I need to get a master!”

  “Ladies,” I say. “I don’t think I’ve been introduced to either of you. I’m Jack. May I know your names.”

  “I’m Daphne,” says the dark haired one looking deep into my eyes and offering her hand.

  I give it a gentle squeeze. “Delighted to meet you, Daphne. I’ve always thought that’s a pretty name.”

  She actually curtsies slightly with a shy look on her face. Then her expression turns sly, “That was a very gentlemanly handshake. Apparently you weren’t that gentle with Trina.”

  “Watch it, you vixen. I will spank your firm little ass.”

  Trina says, “I’ll vouch for that,” with a glowing smile.

  “I’m Geri, Jack. Gentle is just fine with me. No spankings required,” she smiles and offers me her hand.

  I squeeze it gently. “Enchanted, Geri. You are very beautiful woman in a crowd of beautiful women. Your hair is gorgeous. I’ve always had a fondness for auburn hair.”

  She looks like she might cry.

  I ask quietly, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” Trina grabs my arm and hauls me toward the stairs. The ladies follow.

  Daphne answers my question. “No Jack, you’ve been an absolute delight even if you are incorrect. The majority of the Ravens arrive in our group because we have nowhere else to go. We are the ugly, the deformed, the unwanted.”

  I stop dead in the hallway as Daphne continues. “If we are fortunate enough to have the aptitude for battle and protection, and can pass the training curriculum, then we get to join the Ravens. Of the seven of us on our team, all but Liesl are here because of our physical deformities. Her ‘deformity’ is social. No one will marry one of us. We are very unlikely to have Sidhe suitors for even casual liaisons. Our families welcome an assignment to the Ravens because there is the potential we will die in our duties and expunge our deformities from our bloodlines.”

  I shake my head as I turn to look back and forth between them. “You are both undeniable beauties. You might be rated an 8 if you were sleep deprived and malnourished for a couple weeks, otherwise you both are easily solid 9s. All five of you that are here. I don’t know your personalities at all, but based solely on looks any man or woman would be honored to have you as a mate.”

  Geri’s eyes leak tears down her face. I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and offer it to her. She dabs her eyes dry. Daphne’s eyes are brimming, but she manages to blink them back. She looks at Trina, “Where did you find him, and are there any more?”

  Trina grabs my arm shaking her head, “I didn’t find him. Myra did, but she decided to share him with me.” She looks startled. “Shit! I wasn’t supposed to tell you that!”

  Geri shakes her head. “Trina, if not for Myra you would be one of us. I’ve been keeping your secrets since I joined the Princess’ protection team. I always will, sweetie.”

  Daphne nods, “Me too, T. You’re a Raven even if you’re not on the squad. We adopted you long ago. We love you. Besides, Corrina already figured that out.”

  They all hug as Geri agrees, “We do all love you. Well, except that bitch, Selene. I don’t think she loves anyone but herself. We’ve managed to keep her ignorant about some of your extracurriculars, but she’s not stupid. Be careful, love.” Daphne nods.

  Trina takes the handkerchief from Geri and drys her eyes saying, “Bottom line, sisters, I have appointed myself recruiter for Jack’s ha-reem. You will be loved as you should be! You have my word.”

  Another group hug, and then Trina disengages and drags me to the stairs saying, “No, you don’t get a vote, Jack. Now feed me before I do something unseemly and drop to my knees to get some protein.” The guards giggle.

  Trina looks aghast over her shoulder, “What? Giggling Ravens? What has the world come too? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” She turns forward again as all three of them giggle.

  We hustle to the restaurant. The hostess recognizes the uniforms of Geri and Daphne, and takes us to our table. I see Jason and Charli up front at a booth on the right side of the house with a view of the front door. Jason’s eyes about pop from his head when he sees Trina’s neck. Charli starts to launch out of the booth, but sees no threat. She looks a little confused until she spies Trina preening to ensure her marks are obvious to everyone. Charli gasps and then bites her lip, slowly taking her seat while waving a hand at her face to cool her blushing cheeks.

  T
he group is in a big corner booth right next to them. Corrina gets up so I can slide in next to Myra while Corrina watches our back. I hear Myra gasp, “Oh Goddess!” when she sees Trina’s neck. Trina slides in next to me, Myra leans over me and tells her, “about time.” Trina shakes her head, which elicits a frustrated look on Myra’s face. “After that scream?” Geri slides next to Myra on the other side followed by Daphne. Corrina sits next to Trina, allowing her to see Jason and Charli’s booth.

  Trina leans over to Myra, “Stop talking about it, or I’ll come right here in my seat.”

  Myra’s mouth is agape looking at Trina. I slide my right hand down her back to settle around her waist. Trina adds, “He’s VERY good at foreplay!”

  Myra laughs out loud at the comment and sits up. She sits up and gives me a considering look. “Yes, I seem to recall that.”

  Corrina add, “Apparently he’s a fucking animal! My goodness, Trina! What did he do to you?” Her eyes are huge.

  I continue the conversation with Myra while Trina and Corrina chat. “Oh really, Myra. I seem to recall that you weren’t interested in foreplay,” cocking an eyebrow her way.

  Trina answers Corrina with more than a hint of pride in her voice, “He is my Master. I begged him to use me. He marked me, so everyone will know I’m his.”

  Myra turns to wrap both arms around my neck, pressing her breast into my arm. “That’s right, Beloved. You gave me just what I asked for, and then you gave me the bonus plan - multiple times. I’m a very happy customer hoping to return for future engagements,” she adds breathlessly.

  Corrina whispers to Trina, “He BIT you?”

  Trina answers breathlessly, “Not yet, but I’m hopeful that he will soon!”