So I won the lottery a couple months ago. Maybe you saw me? Then again, maybe you didn't. I tried to keep a low profile. It was the multi-state mega millions, 170 million dollars. It took several weeks, but the money was finally wired to my bank. After "cash value" and taxes, I cleared 63 million dollars. I had been playing the lottery a long time and figured I need 2.3 million to live comfortably for the rest of my life, so 63 just blew me away. My wife and I and the kids will be set forever.
I had been in a lotto club with some gals from work over 5 years. We promised to share equally and sometimes we hit some minor numbers and won 20, 50 even a hundred and ten dollars once. But also occasionally I would buy my own tickets which weren't part of the club. And that was how I won, on my own ticket and not the shared one. Needless to say, they were REALLY bummed. They hoped I would split it with them even though I took the whole risk. Hey, I'm a nice guy, but not that nice! If it was the shared ticket then fine. Otherwise, all mine baby!
I did feel sorta bad though, I've known these gals for so long and they were even family friends to an extent. My wife and I set up trusts and funds for the kids, got some new cars and toys, set up my other family members so they didn't have to work anymore, and I still had over 40 million dollars left! I told my wife I should share at least a million each with my old lotto club gals. She thought that was fine, she was very busy designing a new house for us.
So I called my gals and set up a lunch appointment where they could spend the afternoon in some luxury. I guess I should tell you about the girls at this point.
First we have Eileen. She's about 40 or so, medium height, pretty decent looking with a trim little bod and some B cups on her. She always dressed pretty conservative. She was married with no kids but loved her dogs like kids. Her hubby was pretty weird from what she said.
Next up is Tanya. She's a light skinned black girl, about 43 and just has this smoking body that she tries to hide. Attractive face, blondish hair, pretty teeth, just a great milf. She lived with her husband and son.
Debbie is the third gal in the club. She's Asian. You know how some Asian chicks are just so fucking cute with their smooth bodies and oriental faces? Well that's not her. She's short, has a non-descript face and no tits. Her ass is a little too big, and her fashion sense never developed. She had 10-12 outfits and that's all she ever wore. Debbie wasn't married and hadn't dated for a couple years. She seemed a bit dykey although I know she liked men.
The last one is Cheryl. I had the hots for her for about 5 years but she remained faithful to her husband and kids. In her thirties, Cheryl turned all heads when she entered a room. Hair, face, body, just a classic beauty. As she edged into her late forties, her once nice C cups now had expanded to a D, maybe even more. She put on a few other pounds too, but hey, the package still was very nice. And she was a nice person, too. We have been great friends for years.
Like I said, they were still disappointed about not winning, and I know they were hoping they would get some crumbs at least.
So they arrived together around noon at the Hyatt hotel near the office. I had the Presidential suite stocked with a full bar and a spread of cheese and crackers, fruits and stuff for snacking. No heavy lunch!
We had champagne, mimosas and cosmopolitans and shared a bit of small talk where they congratulated me and we talked about what I was up to etc. They sure were paying me a lot of attention! Money makes people more attractive, no doubt. Although I wasn't that bad to start with. I'm 5-11, 180, nice looking, still have all my hair and have a half-decent body. A pretty nice 7 inch fatty rounds out the package. Nothing to get all worked up about I know, but not too bad either.
After they loosened up a bit, I set them down on the nice curved sectional sofa and told them I was ready to share some money with them. They squealed a bit and drank a toast to me. I laughed and turned on the projector where I had an Excel spreadsheet set up with their names and the word ROUND 1 on the screen.
They looked a little nervous now, what does Round 1 mean? I quieted them down and hit a button on the laptop. It showed $100,000 next to each of their names. I confirmed they got 100 large just for showing up and they all screamed, hugged me, jumped up and down etc. Pandemonium!
I got them settled down and explained that there were 6 more rounds and a potential of taking home 1 million dollars each. I told them there were only options and no consequences. Whatever money they earned they could go home with at any time. I then opened a suitcase that had $100,000 in it. I counted out 25 for each and handed it to them. I told them the rest I would write a check for and showed them my check book. I was good for it, I assured them. And I was, these were my friends. I just wanted to have some fun with them. Like I said, I'm a nice guy. But I'm also a jerk sometimes, too...
By now the atmosphere was very jolly and the girls were anxiously awaiting what came next.
"Okay ladies," I began. "You have ten minutes to complete the next challenge. This challenge is worth $200,000. that's a total of $300,00! You may of course choose not to participate, in which case your share is left for those remaining to split. I have $4,000,000 to give away today. It's up to you how much you take home."
At this point there was a bit of murmuring and I heard Cheryl even utter an "oh God, what do we have to do."
I continued. "Ok. Starting now, you have ten minutes to remove your tops and bras. Completely. I'm offering $200,000 just to have you be topless. Go!"
They sat there in shock. "Bullshit." "No way." Many other things were said and the girls were pissed and shocked. I assured them that I wasn't kidding and that they had 9 and a half minutes to decide. I reminded them of the bar if they needed some liquid courage.
Cheryl stood up and glared at me with a decidedly unattractive face. "You... piece of shit! How could you do this to me? To us? What kind of stupid asshole are you?" She grabbed her stuff and stomped out the door, crying.
I turned and looked at the remaining 3 girls. "Um, there's 200 grand that just walked out the door. That means there's 266 grand now for you to show me your tits!"
Debbie gulped her drink and said "What the fuck" and pulled her sweater over her head. She unclasped her tiny bra and threw it at me.
"Happy?" she asked.
I smiled in appreciation at her mini-tits.
"Very!" I went to the computer and tapped a few keys. The big screen showed Debbie with $366,00 next to her name.
Eileen and Tanya sat there, wondering what to do. They complained some more, tried to bargain... could they keep their bras on? Could they just flash me? Could they, do something else? I explained that it looked like Debbie was going to get 3.7 million all on her own...
They looked a little defeated. I told them only 3 minutes were left. I refilled their champagne glasses, relieved that they looked like they were breaking. I mean, I already lost Cheryl, who I really wanted, and Debbie wasn't really worth 4 mill to me...
Finally they each stood up and unbuttoned their blouses. Eileen turned beet red as I watched her unhook her bra. Now I had three girls topless in the hotel room.
Boom Boom! Came a thundering knock on the door.
The girls covered up as I opened the door.
There stood Cheryl, her face full of tears and blotchy red. She looked gorgeous to me.
"I'm not going to fuck you," she stated. "Not even for a million."
"I won't ask you to. In fact, none of you have to touch me at all. I just want to have some fun. Yes it's at your expense but you might have some fun too. Not too mention getting a ton of money in your bank..."
I got Cheryl some Grey Goose, which she downed immediately. She pulled off her top to reveal a lovely laced bra that created some lovely cleavage. She unhooked it, shrugged her shoulders as her tits came free. I used to think she had D's. Now I could tell they were Double D, maybe even E.
