6 comments/ 188534 views/ 0 favorites Lucky You By: chrisbx8 This is a true story of how I met my wife. * I'm just your average guy that is 38 years old. I have a great job as a professional. I'm a little overweight, but not fat, I have two sons and just went through a terrible divorce last year. It took 14 months for me to get rid of my ex-wife but I have been great ever since I left in 07. I have a couple workmates that I would hang out with after work sometimes. We had a standing Friday afternoon at the local Hooters where we would go and have a couple of beers and talk about work and what we were going to do on the weekend. This went on for several months until I met Julie. It was the day after Valentines day and we were at Hooters for our regular Friday beers. Julie walked in while we were there. She knew some of my co-workers and one of them had invited her for a beer. Julie works as a nurse and she was in her scrubs. She's a very petite woman, about 5 foot 1 and probably 105 pounds. Brown hair cut shoulder length with brown eyes and a very addictive smile. She has a very nice body and does not look her age. She 34 and could easily pass for 23 or 24. She has nice round tits, kinda small but perfectly shaped for her size, an ass that just doesn't shake at all and it's nice and round. She sits down and my buddy orders her a beer while the introductions are being made. We all make small talk but I can't keep my eyes off her. Something about her is very attractive and seductive all at the same time. Julie announces to everyone at the table that she was going to get her first and last tattoo today. I asked her what she was going to get and she said she couldn't tell me. Then I asked her where she was going get it and she told me she couldn't tell me that either but I could come along if I didn't have anything to do that afternoon. Well let me tell you, there wasn't anything more important in my life at that point in time than going with her so I said I would go. I bought us a shot of Patron each and we drank a couple of more beers. Now I'm not into statistics or anything like that but what are the odds of sitting at Hooters and a beautiful woman walks in and asks me to go with her to get a tattoo in a location that has yet to be disclosed? It's got to like 1 zillion to 1 or something. I should have bought a lottery ticket that day. We start to leave and she asks me to ride with her. As we're driving there she tells me she always wears Lucky Brand jeans and wants to get "Lucky You" tattooed right below her bikini line. She said all Lucky jeans have that on the fly when you unbutton them. She thinks it would be cool if she was with a guy and he takes off her pants and see's Lucky You right above her pussy. I couldn't agree more! We get to the tattoo parlor and she has already been there before to talk to them about it. The guy already made her template and we go in the back and she pulls the front of her scrubs down just enough for him to place the template on her. She gets up and walks over to the mirror to see if it's straight. Julie ask me if it is line up. I told her to pull her pants down farther and let me see her pussy to make sure. She pulls them down far enough for me to see the most beautiful shaved pussy I have every laid my eyes on. I made sure it was lined and she got her tattoo. Well let me tell you guys.....This is one HOT tattoo! I really don't like tattoo's that much but holy shit! I asked her to go out that night and she agreed. We met at a little bar with a bunch of my friends and co-workers and had a great time. It started to get late and we went back to my house. I really didn't expect what was next. Once at my house we started kissing on my couch and got into it really good. She is so passionate. I have never experienced anything like this. We went to my bedroom and got undressed. I was the first guy to see that great tattoo while se was naked. WOW!!! She has a hot little body that is the product of working out. We started kissing and rubbing each other all over. Her pussy was so tight and wet. I went down there and started to lick all around her little slit and lightly on her clit. She moaned her approval and I started to really lick her then. I worked on her pussy and clit until she exploded in my face. I kept going until she had another orgasm. She pulled me up on her and grabbed my cock and guided it into her waiting hole. She was so tight that I could barely get it in her but I kept working it until she had it all. We had the greatest sex that night. The next morning she got up and took a shower. She sent me this picture later on that day. We have been together everyday since that lucky Friday on Feb. We have a great sex life and I couldn't be any happier. We have sex whenever either of us want to. Sorry about the eyes but she doesn't know about this story. I can't say that I have ever believed in sole mates but now I do. This is the greatest girl in the world. Just right for me. All I can say is "Lucky Me". Lucky You Are "So, any new lovers, boyfriends, or guys in general the listeners should know about?" Rosie Lopez asked. Demi sat up and leaned into the microphone, laughing. It was a tired laugh. She was really tired of this same old question. "See, how did I know you were gonna ask me that?" Rosie laughed too. "Sorry! I had to do it! Your fans wanna know. I mean you're a beautiful girl, can sing ya ass off, and you've had relationships every now and again but nothing very serious. So I'll ask again, any new boyfriends, lovers...?" "Na, there ain't girl, but I promise you, I'm working on that!" Demi gave a half-ass laugh. Rosie didn't seem to notice. Instead she smiled and then said, "Well girl, we support you all the way. We're gonna go into a commercial break. Be back in three minutes to hear Demi's new single called, 'Lucky you are'." Demi took off the headphones as soon as they were off the air and walked out of the soundproof booth. "Yo Andre!" Demi's husky personal assistant swiveled his baldhead in her direction. "Get a hold of Elijah! I've been trynna get him since forever and a day ago. Call him, text him, email him, send him a fucking message in a bottle. I don't care, just get him here!" Demi ordered. Andre groaned and went to go do the task. "Ms. Smith, we need you back in here!" A radio producer yelled from down the hallway. Demi gave a frustrated sigh before walking back into the booth. ****************** Julian drew a final drag on his cigarette, threw it in a nearby ashtray and answered his phone. "Yeah?" Julian asked. "Jules," his father croaked. "Shit, dad, you sound terrible." Julian began to pace around his apartment. "Yeah, I got the-" he coughed violently, "I got the flu." "Aww man. You need me to do anything?" Julian asked, more out of politeness than anything else. He genuinely loved his father, but doing favors for the man was the equivalent of trying to please the devil. You'll never be able to. "Actually, I do need a favor," he rasped. Julian winced. "Let me hear it." Before I say no, he added in his head. "I need you to take my place as Demi's manager for a few of weeks. You can take my pay check." Julian's heart stopped. He reached into his back pocket for another cigarette, lighting it, before answering. "Oh hell no! I'm not going to manage that she-devil. And hell will freeze over before I do that for a few weeks." Julian immediately felt bad when he heard his dad cough and wretch violently again. "If you're trying to make me feel guilty, it's working," Julian joked. His dad laughed weakly, "How'd you know? So will you do it or not?" Julian gritted his teeth. "What am I supposed to do about work dad?" Elijah De Luca huffed, "You and I both know that you can do your job outside of an office. You're a fucking CEO of a company for Christ-sakes!" "You couldn't get anybody else to do this?" Julian asked, fishing. "The people I trust the most to do the job are busy." "Thanks. Nice to know I was the last option," Julian muttered. "You asked," his father replied. Julian sighed. He didn't know much about Demi, except that she was fucking hot and a total bitch. Even though his mind screamed say fuck no, he heard himself say, "Alright, dad. I'll do it." "Great. Thanks my boy." He listened as his dad gave him numbers of important contacts and information on Demi's inner circle. Julian took another drag of the cigarette before stubbing it out with disinterest. "Okay, old man. Get well soon. Tell mom I said to take extra care of you." "She will," his dad laughed. Julian believed it. It would always be a wonder to him how his parents managed to stay married after thirty years. Not too long after Julian hung up the phone, the stupid thing rung again. "What?" he answered gruffly. "Julian?" A stern voice asked. "Yeah, who's this?" "This is Andre, Demi's assistant. Elijah told me to make all calls to you." "Yeah. What's up?" "I need you over here at Beatz 107.5 radio station." "Right now?" "The fastest you can get here. Try fifteen minutes," the gruff voice rasped. "Damn," Julian muttered, "Okay, be there in less than ten." "Better be, it's your ass," Andre said lowly before hanging up. Julian made a quick grab for his phone and keys before dashing out of his apartment and inside his BMW. The drive took as long as he expected and he spent more time trying to find a parking spot. He walked a few blocks back west before he saw the red-bricked building in his view. He stepped inside and walked over to the receptionist. "What floor is the radio station?" The blonde looked up at him. "Only pre-approved guests and employees can go up there." Julian did his best not to roll his eyes and turned on the charm. "What's your name?" He licked his lips and smiled, the way he knew women liked. She blushed, "Lisa." "Pretty name. Mine is Julian-" "Mr. De Luca, are you done flirting with the receptionist?" a melodic, yet cold voice asked, quite sarcastically. He knew that voice. She- devil. He swore, and turned around. ********** He's an angel, she thought. He was six feet even with unruly, curly black hair that flirted with his long eyelashes. He had dark blue eyes, the color of the night's sky. His nose was straight and strong and his lips curved like Cupid's bow. Her eyes traveled lower to his black leather jacket, the crisp white top that spread tight against his chiseled chest and abdomen, the dark blue jeans that covered thick, muscular thighs and black boots. She released a shaky breath as she felt a familiar tingle between her legs. "You're not Elijah," she said, even though that much was obvious. "You're smart," he quipped, his blood red lips lifting up at the corners a little. Demi narrowed her eyes. "I assume you got the email he sent earlier this morning," he said in a deep, melodic voice. He chuckled slightly when she gave him a look that clearly said she didn't. "He's sick with the flu. So, much to my delight, " his voice dripped with sarcasm, "I'll be taking his place as your manager for the next three weeks or so." "Three weeks? What the hell? I have interviews, talk shows-" "And I'll be with you every step of the way." "Listen smart- ass, I don't need your little jokes okay? Keep your comments to yourself." He may be sexy, and good looking and all, but he needs to know who he's talking to, she thought. He nodded. "Anything else boss?" He asked with a mocking smile. "Yeah. Tell your father to get well soon and that I like him much better then his son," she smiled. "But to be serious, I need you to call The View, 106 & Park and The Mo'nique Show," Demi started walking towards the exit, outside, as she continued talking. Mr. De Luca was following closely behind. "Tell them all that I am on for Wednesday and Thursday. Oh and please specify that I am only there to promote my album not my love life." Julian raised a dark brow but she plowed on. "If I hear any questions about boyfriends and lovers I promise I will flip my shit and pull a Chris Brown." ************ "Anything else?" Julian asked, remembering to bring a tape recorder or something with him next time. The woman had so many damn commands! He was supposed to be telling her what to do, where to go, what to say. Not the other way around. However, he wisely stayed quiet. His dad was counting on him. She continued talking. He looked up and was pierced in the gaze of her greenish hazel eyes. He couldn't help but look at those lips. They were naturally pink and full, yet shiny from her carefully applied lip-gloss. He forced himself to look away from them, but helped himself to view more. Her long eyelashes, fake or not, he could care less; they worked for her either way. Her small nose, high cheekbones...she definitely looked better in person than she did on TV and she looked fucking incredible on television. And her body... it was the epitome of curves in all the right places. Visions of him spreading her out on his work desk swarmed his mind before he could stop himself. He felt a stirring in his pants and swore silently. Focus. "Hello? Did you get all of that or do I have to repeat myself?" Demi asked, becoming more and more impatient with his sudden silence. "I think I've managed to remember it all, thanks for asking though," he said, reaching for another cigarette. Damn nicotine. Damn stress. "Ugh, you smoke?" She asked, rather snootily, as if only people of poor class smoke, and flipped her blonde hair-which was probably a weave, but it went oddly well with her golden skin- over her shoulder. Julian rolled his eyes, noting with humor that Andre had done the same as well. "Yeah, I usually pull one out when I'm stressed. And would you believe it, this is my third one today. One of which I started smoking when I first heard I had to manage you and the second when you started talking. Get the hint?" Andre coughed. Demi's pretty face turned dark as a storm cloud. "Don't worry, I'll be out of you hair as soon as you drop me off home." Julian blew out smoke, which Demi dramatically swatted out of her face, before responding with, "What?" "You have to take me home. Andre has other errands I need him to run. I want to give him as much time as he can get." "Oh, how generous of you," Julian replied sarcastically. "Look, just point me in the direction of your car so I can begin to make my way over there. I want to get out of here before the paparazzi shows up." Julian pointed east and she stormed off, her five-inch heels click-clacking on the pavement. Julian took one last drag as he and Andre enjoyed the view of her firm, round ass as she walked away. "Only reason why I stay," Andre joked, before walking in the opposite direction. Julian shook his head and began to walk after her.