ShamrockDelight (2 page)

She nodded to the matchbooks
and said, “Can you maybe tell me which one of these is closest?”

Vic tore his gaze away from
Michael and concentrated on the matchbooks. Finally he tapped one and said,
“This one.” His voice made Michael shiver when it sent ripples through her
altered body. It was strange but good and she wondered if she should pursue it.

Finally she settled for
saying, “Thank you, Vic. I sure appreciate it.” She gathered up the matchbooks
and pocketed them again, and then she slipped the plastic-coated shamrock into her
cleavage. She winked and said, “How can I reward you?”

Vic coughed and grinned.
“Just a kiss, shamrock girl.”

Michael laughed. “Call me
Molly, boyo.” She leaned over the bar, feeling her breasts bulging out of her
top, and Vic leaned in for a kiss. She put her hand around the back of his head
and held him, putting all her passion into her lips and tongue. When she
finally pulled back he was breathless. Michael seriously considered something
more than just a kiss but something stopped her. She pulled back reluctantly
and then blinked as she realized what had just happened.

Michael blushed and
stammered, and Vic grinned again. The grin was still enough to make Michael
shiver but she didn’t give in to her desire this time. She said, “Uh, thanks.
I…thanks.” Then she turned and left quickly, not quite fleeing. She still felt
strange and the weirdest part was that she felt much more comfortable in her
new skin. She didn’t know what to do about it; the best that she could come up
with was to ignore the new sensations and try to concentrate on her quest.

She felt hot and tense, as
if she were a little too big for her new skin, and her nipples felt different
as well. She realized that they were hard and she hoped that they weren’t
showing through her shirt. She thought that she might want to remove the
shamrock but now that she was back on the street she couldn’t think of a
graceful way to fish in her cleavage. She shifted her focus back to her quest
again
,
hoping that the tension would ease.

The next place was Hot Damn,
a bar based around a hell motif. There was lots of red and black, and judging
by the few customers already there it catered to more of an edgy clientele than
Paddy’s Staff did. Michael made her nervous way toward the bar, only to be
intercepted by an enormous guy who appeared to be made out of a large stack of
bricks sewn into a leather jacket. He rumbled at her, looking displeased, and
Michael froze. She noticed the breadth of his shoulders and the way that his
muscles flexed under his jacket and she wondered what he would look like
without the garment.

He said, “Oi, Molly. Told
you an’ Blarney, you’re banned.”

Michael blinked up at him.
“Banned? Why, what happened? I honestly don’t remember the last couple of days,
and I want to find out why.”

He glared down at her for a
few seconds and then said, “Bullshit.”

“No, really! I don’t know
where I am, even.”

He made a strangled noise,
and it took her a moment to figure out that he was laughing. For the first
time, his gaze flickered down her body. “Fine. Come sit.”

It turned out that his name
was Leo and he was the head bouncer. He turned the door over to another guy,
not nearly as solidly built but still impressive, and he took Michael to a
corner booth. Leo wedged himself in with difficulty.

“Okay, what happened? Why am
I banned?” said Michael, mentally cursing whatever it was that forced her to
sound like a lilting leprechaun.

Leo shrugged massive
shoulders and said, “You two were causing problems. Mostly we figure you’re a
hooker, and who needs that kinda trouble. Blarney was doing all kinds of weird
shit.”

Michael was surprised at his
coherence. “What kind of weird shit?”

Leo raised and lowered a
shoulder again. “The guy’s freaky lucky. Like, the kinda lucky that makes you
wonder if he’s got more than just regular luck, you know? Like magic.”

Michael felt ice water
trickle down her spine at the words. “What was he doing?”

“Stuff like, guessin’ any
number that anyone thought of, no matter how big it was. Or guessin’
birthdates. I watched him draw all four aces out of a shuffled deck five
different times. All kinds of stuff.”

“And why did you think I was
a hooker?”

He snorted. “You were actin’
like it. You sure you don’t remember anything?”

She shook her head, scared
of what he might reveal but needing to know it anyway. She was also still
eyeing his shoulders and aware that her nipples had hardened again. “No, what
was I doing?”

“You were doin’ any guy who
handed you a four-leaf clover. Mostly you took ‘em to the bathrooms, and after
two or three trips we figured you were either dealin’ or hookin’, an’ either
way we didn’t want that shit here.”

“Oh.”

“So I asked you an’ Blarney
to leave. He was makin’ friends, and they got upset, and he started a fight. He
didn’t fight himself, but he sure started one. Damndest things I ever saw. I
couldn’t even get ahold of him, and I don’t think I saw one thing hit him.”

“Shit. I don’t remember any
of this.”

“Yeah, well. You’re still
banned. I’m only talkin’ to you ‘cause it’s slow and you’re hot.”

Michael felt an irrational
blush of pride at his words. “Oh. Well, thank you, you’re pretty good looking
yourself.”

Leo regarded her for a
moment, then shook his head. “I don’t get the shamrock thing. Is that a code? I
can’t figure it.”

“What shamrock thing?”
Michael thought she knew but she wanted to be sure.

“You went with every guy who
gave you one. Is it a code?”

“Why not give me one and
find out?” Michael said. She was shocked at the words that came from her mouth,
but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.

Leo grinned and dug in his
jacket pocket. Michael felt apprehension and curiosity at the same time, hoping
and worrying that he would have one on him. He did, a shamrock in a tiny sealed
bag. He held it between two fingers and offered it to Michael, his expression
skeptical.

Michael reached out and took
it, feeling as though her hand were operating on its own. As soon as she
touched the plastic, the shock drilled through her just like it had the last
two times. This one was even stronger, making her grasp the table and gasp as
her hips bucked once, twice.

As soon as she opened her
eyes she was overwhelmed by a sudden surge of lust for the man in front of her.
Everything, from the way that his shoulders filled out his jacket to the
roughness of his voice and skin, filled her with desire. It was as if he had suddenly
become her exact sexual ideal, and she wanted to fuck him more than anything
she could remember wanting.

She moaned, her skin flushed
and the space between her thighs suddenly hot and slick. “Leo…” she whispered.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m better’n okay. Leo, my
name’s Molly and I’m no hooker, but you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Would you like some proof?”

She stood and arched her
back, leaning forward on her palms to give him a good view of the tops of her
tits. Molly couldn’t believe how hot she was for him right now. She tucked the
shamrock between her breasts, where it nestled with the other one.

Leo was non-plussed, nervous
at the way that her entire demeanor had changed from anxious to slutty. He
said, “Whatever, you ain’t gotta…”

“I want you, Leo. Surely
there’s a place here. I found one a couple of times th’other night, but I don’t
remember where it is.” Molly unbuttoned her top button, letting more of her
breasts spring free.

Leo looked around, suddenly
nervous. He said, “Listen, we don’t need this kinda-“

“Leo, if you don’t fuck me
I’m going to go crazy.” Her voice was low but intense. She was surprised to
find that it was true. The surprise passed quickly, leaving only the burning
lust in its place. She wanted sex, right now, with him.

Leo was obviously surprised
but he wasn’t about to let a shot at someone who looked like Molly get away
from him. He stood and took her by one arm, leading her into the depths of the
club. In the gloom hardly anyone looked their way. He led her through a
partially hidden door and into a small apartment. She kept unbuttoning her
shirt as they went and by the time the door was shut she was only wearing her
bra. Her tits bulged from it, swollen by arousal, and she whimpered in need.
She’d never been so turned on. Opening her bra and dropping the shamrocks to
the floor didn’t help; if anything, she got hotter.

Leo shook his head,
appearing amused. He picked her up and turned her over, putting her face-down
on the rumpled bed sheets. Molly squealed a little, all thoughts of actually
being a man gone from her mind. They were overcome by the raw lust that was
getting stronger and stronger with each passing second. She lifted her ass up
and wriggled out of her pants, finally wearing nothing but her panties. The smell
that rose from her was the intoxicating scent of total arousal.

Leo was getting into it by
that time as well. He didn’t bother to undress completely; he just unbuckled
his belt and pushed his pants down. For such a huge guy he wasn’t particularly
large downstairs but she didn’t care. Leo was currently her ideal and she
wanted nothing more than to make him feel like the biggest guy on earth.

She wiggled her butt at him,
whining with desire, and he wrapped his huge hands around her waist. He
positioned himself, the heat from his hard cock already radiating through her,
and she felt a strange combination of emotions. The biggest was the lust, the
desire to have him fully sheathed inside her. She also felt confident;
apparently, despite not having any memory of it, this wasn’t the first time
that she’d done this. It was the first time she
remembered
doing it,
though, and that made her nervous. Finally there was the faint echo of her male
mind telling her that this was wrong, that she needed to stop. Instead of
slowing her down, the tiny voice added a tinge of the forbidden to the
coupling, making it even more exciting. She moaned and pushed back against him,
her voice rising when the head of his cock pushed into her.

Leo took over at that point,
holding her steady without apparent effort while he sheathed himself. She
groaned, reveling in the stretching, and the sound of her pleasure encouraged
him to keep pushing deeper. Finally she felt another new sensation: the feeling
of a man’s balls resting against her pussy. Part of her wanted to savor it but mostly
she wanted to be fucked like a bad girl.

“Yes! Come on, Leo, come
on!” she whispered between clenched teeth. He came on, pulling out and then
slamming back in. The strength of the motion pushed her forward, rocking her on
her hands, and she cried out happily. “Yes! Yes!”

Leo did it again, and then again,
and then he settled into a strong rhythm. He was strong and hard, and he fucked
her like a man confident in his own power. Molly couldn’t have been happier,
rocking with him and encouraging him with her cries. Soon he was slamming into
her with abandon, his grunting reaching a fever pitch. She was equally
transported, pleasure washing through her with every movement even as she
struggled to keep him from pushing her right through the mattress.

He reared back and thrust
hard, arching his back while he came. She wailed at the same time, her own
orgasm rendering her helpless. She writhed on the bed, out of control, while he
pumped her full of his cum.

When the storm passed, he
pulled his softening cock out of her and slapped her on the ass. “Get dressed.
You’re not banned anymore, I guess.”

Michael wasn’t sure, at
first, who the bouncer was talking to. His body floated in a haze of combined
pleasure and soreness, and for a few seconds he had no memory of what they’d
just done. Then bits and pieces started to trickle back along with the panic
from before. Had he really…and then he’d let the bouncer…and then he’d screamed
while…

Michael stared into the
blankets, his flawless face turning hot as he tried to think. What the hell had
happened to him? He sat up and felt Leo’s seed leaking out of his new pussy. It
was hard not to throw up.

Instead, not making any eye
contact, he gathered up his clothes. Leo stayed by the door, showing no signs
of wanting to leave a strange nymphomaniac alone in his apartment, so Michael
was forced to dress in front of him. Leo, not realizing that something had
changed, watched with an amused expression. Judging by the bulge in the front
of his pants he enjoyed every second of it.

Michael’s bare foot touched
one of the fallen shamrocks and he stiffened in preparation for the shock.
Nothing happened, though. They were just bits of plastic wrapped around some
vegetation now, nothing that would set off a mental change that would end with
him fucking a bouncer. Apparently it was something that he’d learned last
night, forgotten until it was relevant again. He made a resolution to avoid all
shamrocks for the rest of his life.

Once dressed, Michael didn’t
quite flee from the club, but he certainly moved quickly in spite of his
again-alien flesh. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to get anywhere by
following a trail of matchbooks. He had to find this Blarney person.