The PRETTY (EROM Curvy Romance #1) (4 page)

L
ucky Lewis scarfs
down sushi with a soup spoon inside an otherwise empty Japanese restaurant. This eatery is his domain, and he’s treated like a king here; number one. Despite his piggish ways, he is welcome here.

“
W
ould you like some more
; on the house, of course,” a petite Waitress offers to Lucky.

L
ucky looks
the waitress up and down as if she were prime rib, and he a starving dog. He does his reverse head nod as she scurries back to the kitchen.

L
ucky is not a handsome man
. He carries several scars on his face served up by The Pretty and other MMA fighters better than he. He also has bird-like legs, which is unusual for a fighter.

B
ut despite his unconventional physique
, Lucky is dangerous. He wants the championship, and he’s willing to do anything to get it. That is, except for working his ass off with multiple trainers, then rise through the ranks from pure skill.

L
ucky expends so
much energy looking for the shortcut, or a way to work the angle, instead of playing it straight. Rumor has it he spent nine months in County lockup for Grand Theft and Petty Larceny. But no one can prove it, as his records were sealed by a judge in someone’s pocket.

H
is wild antics
and illegal counter attacks have cost him several forfeitures and thousands of dollars in fines. He got the name Lucky, not because he lucks out and wins, but because he should be banned from the sport. Somehow and some way, he manages to continue to fight.

T
he front door
to the restaurant opens and in walks two men. They survey the empty joint before they approach Lucky’s table.

O
ne man looks more
of the businessman type, and the other, a mountain of a man. He is most likely a personal bodyguard.

T
he Businessman removes
his hat and takes a seat at Lucky’s table without permission or fanfare. But it appears like they were expected, as Lucky acknowledges both with a half-smile.

T
he Waitress returns
with another tray of sushi and sets it in front of Lucky. She quietly steps away from the table as Lucky runs his hand up her inner thigh, past her crotch to her backside. He grabs her ass in thanks.

T
he Waitress is embarrassed
and turns to leave. However, Lucky has other plans.

H
e grabs
her by the arm and spins her into his lap. She lands with a thud. He presses his face against hers and rams his tongue down her throat. At the same time, shoving his hand down the back of her pants and squeezes her cheek. His hand slips further inside and tickle her clit.

T
he Waitress manages
to jump off of Lucky’s lap and leap to freedom. She scurries back to the kitchen.

L
ucky laughs to himself
, “Don’t let that innocent routine of hers, snow you. She’ll be back. What a tight piece of ass.”

T
he Businessman rolls
his eyes in disgust.

“
T
ry
the rock and roll eel,” Lucky urges as he slides the plate near the Businessman.

T
he Bodyguard flicks
the plate away as the sushi almost tumbles off the plate.

L
ucky pushes
himself away from the table and stands up to confront the bodyguard as his napkin falls from his lap to the floor. The Businessman raises his hand and gestures for the Bodyguard to back up; which he does.

“
I
apologize
for my help’s behavior,” the Businessman utters.

L
ucky grabs
his chair and sits back down, “What do you want, Allistor.”

A
llistor leans in
, “It’s not what I want, it’s what you have a right to, Lucky.”

L
ucky drops
his spoon on the table, “You know I don’t like riddles.”

A
llistor puts
his cards on the table, “We can get you into the ring with The Pretty. Title bout.”

L
ucky sits up straight
.

“
T
he Dragon has met
with an unfortunate accident. You’ll take his place,” Allistor informs.

“
I
t’s a minor break
. I thought he could still fight,” Lucky spouts.

“
I
have a gift of foresight
, and it’s telling me that his doctors will not give him the all clear to fight,” Allistor assures.

L
ucky has never played
by the rules before, but this is an entirely new level for him. Here he sits across from a man willing to bankroll him, but at the cost? Could the cost ever be too much for Lucky?

L
ucky believes
he’s as good as The Pretty, and, in fact, has wanted this opportunity for a long time. He ponders the possibility before asking a few follow-up questions.

“
I
’m not
in his weight class,” Lucky points out.

“
Y
ou’ll gain ten pounds
,” Allistor responds. “A few milkshakes three times a day and you’re as good as gold.”

“
W
hat about a trainer
? The one I have now—“

A
llistor cuts him off
, “We have the best in the business ready to work with you on your say so.”

“
T
he Pretty is expected
to win. I just saw him put a friend of his into a temporary coma, ringside. He’d never throw a fight.”

“
A
re you afraid of him
?” Allistor taunts.

“
Y
ou’d be
a fool not to be. I don’t know,” Lucky responds.

A
llistor whispers
what could be the crucial bit of information that Lucky needs to accept. “You’ll be able to land a rabbit punch without penalty. We’ll take care of everything. Any other concerns?”

“
W
hat’s
in it for you?” Lucky demands.

T
he Bodyguard chuckles
to himself as Allistor responds, “We split the purse, fifty-fifty.”

L
ucky grabs
his fourth bottle of Japanese beer and chugs it before Allistor snatches it from his grip.

“
Y
ou want to be a champion
? You have to start playing one in real life. Don’t embarrass yourself by getting drunk in public with cheap spirits or raping waitresses in the middle of a restaurant. No, that is the old you. The new you cares about public perception.”

“
I
’m not changing
for anyone,” Lucky shoots back.

“
N
o one is asking
you to. Just keep all your dirty little secrets private; behind closed doors,” Allistor admonishes.

L
ucky snatches
the bottle of beer back and finishes it off.

“
W
hat’s the purse
?” Lucky inquires.

I
f there is
one thing that Tuesday appreciates, it’s an all balls-out victory during a sparring match.

T
he Pretty intrigues her
.

R
oman puts
his head under the shower head to feel the full force of the water.

A
l hangs
a clean towel on a nearby rack and exits the shower room.

C
licks
of high heels reverberate and bounce off of the shower tiles.

T
uesday stands
next to the clean towel as Roman scrubs himself and lathers his chest and package with a rag. Soap drips into his eyes and causes them to sting. The Pretty reaches for the towel, but it’s gone. He wipes the soap from his eyes with his hands and sees Tuesday holding the towel out to him.

R
oman puts
his head back under the showerhead and rinses the soap away. Tuesday slings the towel back over the rack.

T
uesday makes
no effort to divert her eyes from Roman’s manhood, and Roman makes no attempt to cover himself up. In fact, he rather enjoys being looked at in such a way.

W
ith the shower still on
, water drips down his body, past his belly button and between his legs before Roman pivots to face her straight on.

“
D
id anyone tell
you that it was only a sparring match?” Tuesday shouts to be heard over the running water.

R
oman turns
the water nobs to the off position. He steps out of the shower and grabs the towel. He dries his hair first, and then his chest, arms, and pits. He saves his package for last as he slowly drives himself off using a circular motion before he wraps the damp towel around his waist.

“
W
as
it too bloody for you?” Roman speculates.

“
J
ust a bit brutal
for a sparring match. Although I do admire you both for not holding anything back.”

R
oman takes
a step closer to Tuesday, “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“
W
hy do
you insist on being crass?” Tuesday asks.

B
ut without waiting for an answer
, she continues, “I know your backstory. Al told me.”

T
he mood shifts
as Roman speaks, “Al has a big mouth.”

“
I
’m
glad he told me. It helps m understand you a little better; why you’re so obnoxious and treat women like sex on a stick.”

“
T
hat’s
an unusual way to put it,” Roman adds.

T
uesday wipes
the seat beads from her forehead, “I get it, your dad wasn’t around, and your mom was an addict—“

R
oman cuts her off
, “You don’t get a god-damn thing. You’ve lived a charmed life with a bow wrapped around your waist since your were born. And now you have a business dropped into your lap with zero effort on your part. Do you get it? Really? All your degrees don’t give you an ounce of real life experience. Have you ever had to go without food or heat? Have you been beaten within an inch of your life for a dollar? Have you ever had to attend school in clothes that Good Will wouldn’t take? Now who's the delusional, pompous bitch in this room? Me or you?”

T
uesday was not expecting
such a violent response to what she considered a factual statement.

T
uesday realizes
she may have stepped over the line with Roman, “Roman, I apologize if I came across as knowing your pain. I don’t.”

“
Y
ou’re damn straight
; you don’t” he echoes.

“
B
ut what I do know
, is this. Whatever anyone has gone through, as long as they’re breathing, they can wipe the slate clean and create a new life.”

“
O
h
, it’s that simple?” Roman snaps back.

“
I
didn’t say
it was simple; I said it could be done. I’ve lost someone very close to me, besides Oscar. I haven’t been able to move on completely. In fact, he still has a hold on me, despite his passing. But eventually, I will find the strength to break away.”

T
uesday wipes
a tear from her face as she chuckles to herself, “I guess I need to take my own advice.”

R
oman takes
a step closer to Tuesday as he wants to apologize, “Listen…”

T
uesday senses
this but doesn’t know quite how to handle the situation. So she just turns around to leave, “See you tomorrow.”

“
T
uesday
,” Roman shouts as the door to the locker room shuts behind her.

T
uesday turns
on talk radio in her car on her way to Franklin Forrest. It’s a small reserve filled with tall redwoods, multiple trails and plenty of wildlife.

I
t’s
dusk and the remaining visitors empty out the parking lot. A chain lock meant to keep visitors away during these hours wraps around the entrance gate.

T
uesday slips
off her heels and slips on walking shoes. She reaches over to the glove box and grabs a flashlight before she steps outside of her car.

S
he twists
the base of the flashlight to turn it on and follows the gate to the park for about a quarter of a mile before she comes upon an opening made from bolt cutters.

S
he steps
through the hole just as she hears a tree branch snap. She pauses for a moment as she tries to detect the direction of the disturbance. Unable to figure it out, she continues moving forward, as planned.

S
he follows
the Hanover trail that gets microscopic use as it’s not well-maintained. The walkway is tight, and overhead tree branches constrict her movement.

T
uesday hunches
over to avoid shrubbery until she reaches a marked tree from claws. Most people, if they venture this deep, would assume a bear or other wildlife would have made the marking. However, Tuesday knows different.

S
he walks
behind the tree to a small clearing no more than ten feet by ten feet. She uses the flashlight to sweep the area. It would seem that no one is around.

H
owever
, within moments, the wind picks up and leaves rustle. Tuesday turns her flashlight to whatever direction the sounds come from, in an attempt to be discovered.

S
uddenly
, from the north, she feels his presence. She notices impressions of footsteps that approach her, yet there is no physical body she can make out.

T
uesday takes
a deep breath as the footprints stop inches from her.



R
oman parks
his car on the side of the road, just around the corner from the Franklin Forrest parking lot. He climbs out and jogs towards Tuesday’s car.

H
e peers
inside the vehicle and sees nothing out of the ordinary. But his mind races. What is Tuesday doing here at night? Why would she be meeting someone here so late, instead of at her office?

R
oman knew
he had no right to ask these questions and certainly no reason to follow her. Yet, he finds himself drawn to this woman and her mysterious ways.

R
oman sees
the flashlight beam in the far distance. He wastes no time in scaling the locked gate. He swings himself over the top and lands in a crouched position.

A
s a fighter
, he has honed his five senses as that’s what makes a champion. He places his palm flat on the ground and feels for vibrations in every direction. Once he discovers the correct latitude and longitude, he walks at a quick pace. Every few moments he looks up to see if the flashlight beam still shine, guide him.



T
uesday’s breaths
rapidly as her chest heave up and down. She has been here before, yet it never gets any easier.

A
n invisible force
reaches out and with their hands pushes Tuesday up against a tree.

“
Y
ou’re back
,” the Force whispers.

“
S
how yourself
,” Tuesday manages to get out.

A
t that moment
, three Forces materialize into flesh form. Two stand a distance back and allows the third to control the situation.”

T
hough they have taken
human form, they are still transparent with wing spans of ten feet. Tuesday can only make out their outlines.

T
here is
something very angelic and sinister about them at the same time. There are no outward visible signs that would lead you to this conclusion, but Tuesday keeps her guard up.

“
W
hy are you frightened
?” the Force says to Tuesday as he rubs the back of his hand up and down her cheek.

“
I
had to see you
,” Tuesday says in a breathy manner.

T
he Force steps
closer to Tuesday and tests the weight of her breasts in his hands. Through her blouse, he caresses them. In one swoop, he rips open her blouse and lifts up her bra to lay bare her breasts.

T
uesday moans with pleasure
, “Please. I need to ask you something.”

T
he Force suckles
her breast as the other two beings takes measured steps towards Tuesday.

“
W
e can’t continue
like this. You’re dead,” Tuesday says in between his ravenous licks and sucks.

T
he second Force
flaps his wings as a sign of excitement. He stands behind the tree that Tuesday leans up against and unzips her skirt slowly.

T
he Third Force
crawls towards Tuesday and tugs at her skirt. It flutters to her ankles.

T
he Third Force
reaches up and gently claws at her pussy. Tuesday squirms as he wraps his glowing fingers around the sides of her lace undies and pulls them downward.

T
he Second Force
, who is still behind her, wraps his arms around the tree and Tuesday. He latches onto her hips as she grinds against the tree.

“
Y
ou were saying
?” The First Force says as he grabs her face and pulls her close with pressurized kisses. He toggles his tongue in and out of her mouth at such an intense speed that Tuesdays’ clit flitters and spasms.

T
he Third Force
reaches up and slips his finger inside her as if he’s dipping fingers inside a peanut butter jar. He feels the pulsating twitches up against his finger. He curiously looks up and uses the other hand to peel open her labia.

T
his Force seems more intrigued
with Tuesday’s pussy than turned on.

“
T
uesday manages
to get a few words out, “I loved you, but you’re gone. Please let me live my life…”

T
he First Force
lifts up Tuesday, and she wraps her legs around his hips. His wings flatten out over her calves and ankles.

W
ith a faint tone
, “I have granted you one single wish. Do you want to use it now?” the First Force says as his raises her up by the waist then lowers her down on top of his heavenly manhood. He slips right into the dripping moist walls of her vagina after an initial thrust.

H
e’s a perfect fit
.

T
his is not
the first time, and probably not the last that they’ve connected this way.

T
uesday shakes
her head no in response to his question. She knows she has only one wish, and she must use it wisely.

T
he Second Force
comes behind Tuesday as she swivels her hips forward and back on Force One’s heavenly cock.

T
he Second Force
presses himself against her as his wings flutter in excitement. He fondles his member as he sticks his two fingers in-between her butt cheeks.

M
y God
, her ass is a turn on. So perfectly round, juicy and inviting, the Second Force thinks.

H
e moves
his fingers up and down her crack before he settles on her anus. He wets his finger with his own juices before he slips a finger into her anus, a little bit at a time before he’s fully inside.

H
e finger-bangs
her ass while The First Force fucks her pussy.

T
uesday goes
limp in The First Force’s arms as her body is in overload mode. Her breasts bounce up and down with each thrust from both partners.

T
he Third Force
slides his finger out of Tuesday’s anus and fondles himself to get hard. He then shoves his cock in-between Tuesday’s butt cheeks. He presses the cheeks together firmly for the maximum pressure on his member.

W
ith each squeeze
, he lets out an animalistic vocal that reverberates throughout the forest.

T
he Second Force
pleasures himself as he gazes upon the other two screwing Tuesday. He tilts his head to the side, the way a dog does, wondering if he should take Tuesday for himself.

T
he Second Force
spits on his fingers and strokes his member. But before he ejaculates, he senses another presence. He rises from the ground and sniffs the air with a long inhale. He turns his head in the direction of Roman, who crouches down behind thick brush.

T
heir Roman squats
as the blood rushes from his extremities. He’s pale. He’s in shock.

I
n a sudden blast of movement
, The Second Force violently rushes towards Roman. He grabs him and lifts him over his head with both arms.

T
uesday turns
in Roman’s direction and is shocked to see him here. What the hell is he doing here? Why did he follow her? This could cost him his life, she thinks before she screams, “Wait!”