Ch. 13 - Scratch-Off-Slut
Matthew's heart was hammering in his chest as he went into the store and told her to buy four of the $5 Tropical Treasure tickets from the blue roll behind the plexiglass. When she did, he took the first three and put them in his pocket, leaving her just the last one, and then she guided him to her apartment.
The whole way there, she kept looking at him like he was crazy, but he acted unconcerned. He wasn't, though. He was very nearly panicking. This hadn't been the book's idea, so there was no guarantee that everything was going to work out.
There was a very real possibility that he'd managed to screw something up, and he was going to stop being a millionaire before he'd even had a chance to cash the check. He didn't want to worry about that right now, though. Instead, he just studied Jill's cleavage in the rearview mirror and tried to tell himself it was worth the risk.
After all, if Tomé could win the lottery for him last night, she could just as easily do it again next week, right?
"Pardon the mess," she said defensively as he walked in, "I wasn't expecting to bring anyone over."
"It's cool," he said as he took the place in.
As far as pads went, hers was a little rough, but in between the clutter, there were enough feminine touches to remind him that this was a girl's place and not a guy's. He didn't just mean the bra hanging off the back of the couch, or the purple sheets and the band posters. Despite the fact that the sink was overflowing with dishes, all the plants that were scattered around the place seemed to be thriving.
Of course, the selection of gogo boots and outfits that she quickly moved to hide seemed to indicate that she was a stripper or at least a cam girl as her other job, but he didn't care; he was just enjoying the moment.
"Are you ready for the moment of truth?" she asked, coming back with a quarter to start scratching. To him, it didn't really seem like she was just eager to claim her million. She was too excited for that. It really seemed like she wanted to know if he had some sort of magic power.
Judging by the random pieces of hot topic occultism scattered around the place, he was sure that it would blow her mind if he showed her an actual magic book, but he quickly decided against it. That was one secret he dared not reveal to anyone.
"Not just yet," he said, leaning back on her couch, "I want to get my money's worth, so why don't we hit that bong first?"
That suggestion made her smile, and she set the tickets down on the coffee table while she packed her bong. They spent the next half hour getting high and talking about luck and fate. At first, Matthew was just trying to be mysterious and get Jill thinking, but as he felt the buzz start to settle into his skull, he found himself pondering the deeper questions in spite of himself. Why him? Why did he find that book? Why now?
That was when she started to scratch off the numbers on the card. It was one of the ones where the more numbers you matched, the more it paid out, and he held his breath as the first of ten numbers was a loser. The second one was too, but when she looked at him with a slowly spreading smile of triumph, he quickly shot back, "I wouldn't get your hopes up just yet, Jill, you'll be taking those clothes off any minute now."
She should have laughed that off, but something about that certainty made her go back to the ticket, rushing to find out if it could be true or not. Luck started to turn in his favor, though, and as the numbers were revealed one at a time, the jackpot started to add up.
After three numbers, the prize was only five dollars, but each prize after that raised it further. At fifty dollars they sat there silently, but when another victory increased that to one hundred dollars he whispered "I'm going to really enjoy seeing those tits of yours."
"A hundred bucks isn't anywhere near enough to fuck me," she shot back.
"This isn't about money," Matthew answered. "I'm not trying to buy you. This is about fate." Those words must have sounded pretty deep while she was stoned, because when he kissed her next, her lips parted easily enough. He was surprised, as anyone, that she didn't try to fight back. She actually believed this bullshit about destiny, but right now he would have a hard time arguing against it. This certainly felt like destiny.
"I haven't said a word about fucking you yet," he answered, breaking the kiss. You've got three more numbers to scratch off.
Jill looked at the card as if it were a venomous snake. She was almost afraid to keep going, but Matthew leaned in close, caressing her body through her top as he whispered in her ear. "Come on, beautiful - only one more number until we peel this top off, and I see how pretty you really are."
She didn't pull his hand away from groping her near breast. Instead, she leaned forward and scratched off the next number, increasing the winnings to five hundred dollars. He took the opportunity to slide his hand inside her bra and tweak her nipple, but she didn't look away. Instead, she just moaned slightly as she started to scratch off the second-to-last number.
"A $1,000, and one more to go," he growled, "I wonder what that gets me?"
"If you can make the last number a winner too, I guess I'll have to do whatever you want," she breathed.
Matthew groped her breasts while he watched. In truth, he had no idea if the last number was a winner or not. All he'd asked the book to do was to identify a lottery ticket worth at least a thousand dollars for tonight's game, and right now it was worth exactly that. One more would make it a $5,000 winner, though, and though he'd heard that was what a high-class escort would have charged, he was sure that Jill's number was a lot lower than that.
This wasn't about the money anymore. This was about what the universe decided for her. Was it her destiny to fuck him or not? That's what hung in the balance between them for the next few seconds, and he had his finger on the scale. As soon as her shoulders slumped in defeat, those fingers started to slide lower, though, and she spread her jean-clad thighs easily enough.
