Nine Inch Leprechaun
Chad Tanner had just fucked over the last girl at Randol Inc., he just did not know it yet. Chad, nice looking guy however an utter asshole extraordinaire. Chad had fucked and blackmailed his way through college and now Randol Inc. Good looking and silk tongue, but zero no talent.
He got by, by seducing talented married women or women in deep relationships. Chad took photos of them having sex with him, the girls always half drunk and his face never in the picture. Having the photos he'd blackmail the girls into doing his work, letting him steal their ideas even got a promotion by doing it to his supervisor. With the threat of husbands or boyfriends seeing the pictures, many a woman had fallen prey to his schemes.
Shannon Dowery's bestie Melinda had just fallen prey to his latest escapade.
"I was drunk." Melinda cried into Shannon's shoulder as she consoled her.
"I know sweetie and he has you recorded saying you want to have sex with him." Melinda nodded sobbing into her friends arms.
"I have a plan Mel, a plan to fuck him up, over and around", Shannon said.
"How," Melinda asked with a shaking lip.
"His weaknesses. One he's utterly stupid. Two he believes in every single superstition there is. Remember last St. Patrick's Day he swore that guy was a real Leprechaun and tried to follow him home," Shannon laughed? Melinda tried but could not.
"I don't understand," Melinda managed.
"You know my brother is a Little Person right," Sharon asked?
Melinda nodded.
"He is also gay."
"I don't understand."
"You don't have too. I talked it over with Randy in preparation for this possibly happening to me. I eventually quit drinking at work parties to avoid the situation altogether. So you as my bestie get the benefit of the plan."
"Ok... What plan"?
"I'm going to ask Chad out and get him plastered," Sharon said. "I want you to go get a hotel room under another name, pay cash for me to take him to. I will get with Randy and take it from there."
"What hotel," Melinda asked?
"The sleazy inn by the interstate."
Randy laughed into the phone. "Sharon you are one evil bitch, I'm glad you are my sister and not my enemy."
"You still game to do it?"
"Fuck it why not? He deserves it. I can't believe I'm about to be a leprechaun. You know how many times I get that joke," Randy asked?
"Bro, if you don't want to do it..."
"Hell no, you were the first one to stand up for me when I would not myself. Even to mom and dad who did not want a gay son. Sis, you've always loved me, and I meant it, I will do any and everything I can for you."
"You should bring that big cock of yours to the ladies side now and then," Shannon laughed.
"You tall women are always size queens." Secretly Randy thought, Shannon was the one woman who had always made him hard and she had secretly been his fantasy, sister or not.
They both laughed, his joke about height and cock size plain to both.
Sharon hung up. She'd loved Randy since the day her parents had brought him home from the hospital after he was born. It had been rough for him being a Little Person and even more so at home when he became openly gay. Sharon had drawn a line in the sand with her parents over her brother when he did. Now they were all one big happy family, Randy usually the center of everyone's love and attention.
Randy had a heart of gold, the greatest sense of humor and topped off with being the smartest person Shannon knew. He owned three companies. One online company selling goods for Little People at great prices. He owned a video special effects company that had been used in a block buster movie and two recent video games, he'd made a mint from that. Last a theatrical company that produced plays revolving around Little People and "Tall Fuckers" as Randy called them working, living and loving together.
She laughed out loud to herself, remembering the day she walked in the bathroom of their ranch home, he'd just stepped out of the shower with a hard on and had the biggest cock she'd ever saw. She was in from college and Randy just graduated high school.
Randy had made a couple of fetish pornos with women, that netted him enough capital to start his online company and had been successful ever since. Shannon had watched all three pornos, brother or not he was hung like a moose and could fuck from what she'd saw.
Friday came around, Randy and Melinda had everything set up. Randy had a friend who agreed to drive Shannon's car to his house, so Mel could be far removed from hit.
"So Chadwick," Shannon said leaning over his desk. Her D cups straining her tight top low-cut top, picked for just the occasion. "How come you always ask women out but never little ol me?" She saw the bulge start in his slacks.
Biting her lip, "I guess I don't have what it takes for such a stud," she sighed. She knew damn, well he targeted women who were not single.
"Shannon... I..."
"You what? I hear that fat cock of yours is the one I need."
"From whom," he asked? His cheeks flushed but he was turned on by this raven-haired beauty sitting on the edge of his cubicle desk.
"You know girls talk. I mean can't a girl just get one good fucking and not have to be in a relationship."
"So you just wanna...," He whispered.
"Fuck? "Yes, I just want to fuck. Well maybe dinner first but you know...," Shannon spread her thighs a bit hinting at the treasure under the edge of her skirt.
She saw him swallow hard. He seemed to have gathered his composure.
"So how about tonight? Diner at Mara's then whatever else you want," he said with a smile.
"Meet you there at Seven," Shannon said and parted her thighs enough she knew he could see her shaved pussy. Leaning into his ear, "hope you like anal too," she whispered breathlessly into his hear.
She giggled as she saw him head to the bathroom soon as she sat down at her cube.
"Damn," Melinda said across the aisle to Shannon.
"Only nut he is getting is in that bathroom, other than one up his ass," Shannon smiled.
"'To bad he's a prick,' Shannon sat thinking, 'he really was a decent looking guy. Not really her type but a lot of women would find him attractive.'"
A quick text to Randy to confirm he was still down to do this.
"Hell yes, just dyed my hair red no turning back now." he'd sent back.
Lunch they sat in at a table behind Chad. "Oh god I forgot to tell you Mel, my brother said he saw a Leprechaun last Friday night down on 5
th
street."
"Oh shit Shannon, you know there is no such thing."
They could tell Chad had stopped eating a listening.
"Oh yes there is, remember my dad actually got kidnapped by big foot camping that summer. Don't tell me magic and things like that don't exist," Shannon added.
"Ok girl if you say so."
"I do, funny thing is I was reading this old book my grandmother had. Seems that all the old clique's are wrong about the leprechauns and are fake."
"Oh I forgot you granny was a fortune teller."
"That's right remember she told you that you'd be Valedictorian and you were."
"I know right, she knew a lot," Melinda played her part in the story. "So what is the real deal on them then?"
"There is not pot of gold, but they can grant wishes. However unless you have sex with them, they will pull some trick that screws up your wish."
"Oh like what?"
"Well say you ask for a million dollars. They would like give you a million dollars but it could be shredded and just in pieces. But if you let them fuck you and get off, they can't add any trickery to make your wish messed up. It binds their trickery and from what I read they have to grant the wishes unmolested or they get banished to limbo."
"Does it still take twenty-four hours for the wish to happen," Melinda asked?
"Yeah girl, the next day you get your wish granted."
"So only girls can get wishes granted," Melinda laughed.
"Shoot girl, if I was a guy, I'd take it up the butt to be filthy rich," Shannon said.
"Oh well yeah, I would too."
