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Getting Lucky
by Dafney Dewitt

           "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 your damn good looking, and your 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.
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Author Note:  If you liked this story, please look for other 
stories by Dafney Dewitt posted to Alt.Sex.Stories.








