Preston sipped on his beer as he lounged in his beat-up chair while staring at the TV. It was a ritual that started ever since he could buy his first lottery ticket a few years ago. Preston would listen to the man drawing the balls that would decide the winner of hundreds of millions of dollars with the hope that he would miraculously be the winner.
The spark of excitement that used to be in Preston's eyes didn't even bother to show up anymore. The first few months of buying these damned tickets had Preston dreaming about the good life, but as time went on and the disappointment grew, it was just another pointless task that Preston did a few times every week. He didn't even know why he kept throwing precious dollars at this scam anyway.
"Here are the numbers that could potentially change your life!"
Preston shifted and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and made a poor attempt to straighten it out. He squinted his eyes in the dim light and prayed to the lord that the numbers matched. It didn't even have to be a lot. A few hundred dollars would pay for a month of beer.
"1, 27, 39, 51, 60! And the Powerball is 1! Good luck to all the players!"
Preston stared blankly at the ticket in his hand. The sounds coming from the television blended together into a high-pitched whine. His hands started to tremble as his eyes became blurry. Preston hastily wiped his eyes and tried to blink away the tears as he frantically reread the numbers.
It all matched.
He won.
Holy fucking shit.
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Preston looked at himself in the mirror of his old truck. He put on his best clothes, which wasn't saying much, and tried to make sure he looked his best. Preston lived in a trailer all of his life, and he certainly didn't do good enough in school to make any real money. He had driven up to the capital of his state to pick up his winnings... which was already a miracle since he had gotten here without his truck breaking down in the middle of nowhere.
But he was here. Right in the parking lot. And he would soon have a new life.
Preston took out the precious ticket and went over the numbers again, making sure that this wasn't a trick god was playing on him. Seeing that it was still the winning ticket, Preston climbed out of the car and cleared his throat before walking into the building.
The next few hours were a blur of handshakes and flashes of cameras. Preston vaguely remembered someone talking about getting a law firm to represent him, but there was no way he would trust anyone else with his money. Preston would make sure that not a cent would be given to others. None helped him when he was down, so why would he bother to give anything to other people.
"Congratulations again, Preston! I hope you use the money wisely."
Preston looked at the blonde woman talking to him with a leering eye. He didn't get many chances to be near smokeshows like her, so his wandering eyes were way too obvious. Nonetheless, the woman's smile didn't falter as she stared at the newly minted millionaire.
"Don't you worry about that, sweetcheeks. This money is only going to the best of causes."
Her golden eyebrow twitched, "It's Ashley, not sweetcheeks. But it's so nice that you're going to donate some of this to charity!"
Preston looked down to her hips while snickering at her assumption. Even if her name was Ashley, sweetcheeks really did well to describe her. That ass belongs among the top five that Preston had ever seen.
"Charity? I ain't no fool! I bet those 'charities' are just a bunch of scams. I'm gonna get myself a big house and some nice cars to go with it!"
Ashley looked at Preston with a displeased stare, until a plan started to form in her mind. She could clearly see him looking at her like he had never seen a woman before. Ashley knew she was good-looking, hence the reason she got the job here, but it was rare that a man looked at her like an oasis in the desert. But this was a good thing... for her wallet.
She would do worse for the kind of money this man just won.
Ashley moved closer to Preston until he was looking right down at her. Not only did closing the distance allow her to place her palm on his chest, but it also allowed Preston to get a view down her blouse. Ashley smiled up at him and said, "That sounds like a great idea. Do you think I could take a look at your new house when you buy it? It would be great if I could feature it on my show."
That was a lie. Ashley was just the girl who picked the numbers for the lottery. She didn't have a show, and she definitely wasn't going to Preston's future house to tour it.
Preston didn't take his eyes off the deep valley of Ashley's cleavage as he said, "You can come over anytime, sweettits. Heck, I'll give you a key so you can move in!"
Ashley narrowed her eyes in anger before forcing herself to giggle. She asked him for his number before sending him a text and stood up on her toes to give him a soft kiss on his cheek, "I'll be waiting."
Preston licked his lips while he stared at Ashley's round ass sway as she walked away. He didn't know why a girl that looked like her would be interested in him, but Preston wasn't complaining. He daydreamed about showing off Ashley to his ex-girlfriend Cindy. That bitch left him because apparently, he didn't do anything to make his life better. Well, the joke's on her now.
Preston was brought out of his revenge-fueled fantasy by one of the many men in a suit that he had seen today.
"Mr. Rodgers, we've completed the paperwork, and you should be receiving your winnings within a week. Congratulations!"
Preston beamed a big smile and instantly forgot about the blonde with the great rack and fat ass.
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"I think you'll love this house, Mr. Rodgers! It has five beds, six baths, and plenty of amenities that a man like you would love. Out of all the places I've shown you today, this was the one I was most excited about."
Preston made a noncommittal sound as he looked around the enormous house. It had been a month since he had claimed his money, and to be honest, it had been unbelievably annoying so far. So-called friends, family, friends of family, and cousins that were definitely not cousins came to Preston for handouts. Of course, none of them got anything. Preston kept the promise to himself that only he would get to enjoy the money.
This house would be the first step. Preston wasn't sure what exactly the many bedrooms would be used for, but he's confident it'll make sense after the house is his.
He turned to his delicious-looking realtor and said, "You know what? I might get this one. Looks all fancy and nice. Even has enough space for all my new cars."
Rachel, the realtor, had a plastered-on smile as she exclaimed, "Great! I'll get the papers ready so you can move in as soon as possible!"
Preston looked at her perfect teeth and said, "That'd be great! You know I'll be paying in cash, right? I have plenty of money lying around, so I don't need a loan."
Rachel never lost her pretty smile as she replied, "Of course, Mr. Rodgers. I'm sure the owners would be happy to know you will be able to pay immediately."
Privately, she was wondering if this was a joke that was being played on her. Rachel knew that she had to treat all prospective buyers the same way, but this was one pushing her limits. It was hilariously obvious that Preston was paying more attention to her than the houses she was showing him.
Every time they had to go up the stairs, Preston was conveniently walking behind her. While she couldn't say with absolute certainty that he was staring a hole into her ass, Rachel's experience as an attractive woman let her know what was happening.
Honestly, this wasn't really a problem for her since this wasn't the first time a male buyer perved on her. The actual problem was if this particular client had the ability to buy a house like this. If Rachel hadn't seen the Bentley he had driven here, she might have even canceled the showing.
"Now, where can we do this?"
Rachel looked at Preston curiously and said, "Well, the papers are at my office, so we'll have to drive there."
Preston shook his head, "Not those papers. I mean, where are we gonna fuck? Those pornos always have you realtors sucking cock before a sale. I didn't think it was real, but you look exactly like the girls in those videos."
At this point, Rachel couldn't pretend to smile anymore, "Mr. Rodgers, I'm a realtor, not an adult model. I don't appreciate you wasting my time, and I will call the police if you don't leave right now!"
Preston looked confused as he said, "But what about the house? I took out so much cash from the bank to buy a house!"
"You can forget about the house!" Rachel yelled before freezing for a second, "What do you mean you took out cash?"
"You know... the money to buy the house. The people at the bank looked at me weird, but how else am I supposed to buy the house? A check? Do you know how many people gave me checks that bounced?"
Rachel wondered which planet Preston was from, but there was something she had to know first, "...And where is this cash right now?"
Preston pointed to the entrance of the house and said, "In my car. I can't exactly carry it with me."
Rachel cleared her throat and ran her hands over her shirt to smoothen it out. Even though she was showing a multi-million dollar house, Rachel had almost no past experience. She was sure that the real reason she got this house to show was her boss's unabashed desire to fuck her. Rachel wouldn't be that against it either if he didn't look like a damn walrus.
She knew that the moment she rejected his advances, that would be the time when she would've to move to another firm. Since that was the case, Rachel might as well make some extra cash right here.
"H-How much do you have in the car?"
Preston shrugged, "I don't remember. I think I asked for a couple million."
Rachel started to breathe harder, making Preston pay more attention to her breasts. At this point, Rachel was glad that she had such a stupid, albeit wealthy, client.
"Oh wow! Do you think I can see it? I have never seen so much money before."
Preston's previously lustful eyes turned cautious, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to show a pretty girl how rich he was.
A minute later, Preston smiled smugly as Rachel gaped at a bag full of stacks of money. Even he could barely believe that it was real.
