Love and Fortune Ch. 05

"So," Eleni prompted him. "Is she the one?"

Ben grinned. He'd made up his mind before she'd even asked the question. "Oh, yes. She is."

With that, he stood up from his seat. He didn't wait for anyone else to say anything; he simply began walking toward his goal, knowing that no one would stop him. His girlfriends were right on board with his plan. They let him go -- trusting him to come back and tell all. They would ask nothing more than a recounting of what happened once he was finished. As for now, all they cared about was seeing him act on his impulses and take charge with his magic.

He stepped out of the private dining room, striding confidently through the main area of the restaurant. He passed Sylvia, who gave him a small smile; he paused just long enough to smile back and murmur, "You'll be fine," before moving on. He slipped around the table where Katherine was sitting, but she didn't notice him, still stubbornly focused on her inattentive man. Jennifer and Chelsea didn't see him, either -- they were too wrapped up in their own conversation -- but Ben smirked, recalling the magic's observations of their desire, imagining that the two would have no trouble at all finding company tonight.

Then he approached Maria. She was right where he'd first met her on his way in: standing behind the podium near the entrance, jotting notes on a notepad and glancing at more guests as they entered. When she noticed him coming toward her, her face lit up, and she set the pen down -- her mundane duties immediately forgotten. She leaned forward in eager anticipation, but Ben was already speaking to her before she could say a word.

"Hey," he said calmly. "Maria, right?"

"Yes," she replied, clearly happy he'd remembered her name. "And you are...?"

"Ben," he answered, smirking. "Hey, I wanted to ask you something. Are you free?"

"Free, as in... not busy?"

"Yeah," Ben said, feeling the magic pulse strongly inside him. "At least for a few minutes."

Maria was intrigued. She could tell the kind of hints he was dropping, and the practical side of her brain was already raising the obvious concerns. She was supposed to be working right now. It would hardly be professional to abandon her post. Yet the fantasy she'd been building in her head since he'd first walked in -- an image that just kept playing and replaying in her mind, of this powerful man picking her out of all the other women here, carrying her off to some private room for a tryst -- was getting stronger with every passing second. She could sneak off to a backroom or closet or restroom, unnoticed by the rest of the staff. For just a few minutes, she could let that primal desire consume her, fulfill her cravings and indulge in the fuck of her life.

It sounded ridiculous, dangerous, silly, and stupid all at once. And yet... something assured her there was no reason to hesitate. When she looked into Ben's eyes, something just erased all doubts. He was handsome, he was confident; he had the look of a man who took what he wanted. And right now?

She wanted him to take her.

Ben saw her biting her lip in anticipation. "I don't think I can leave my post for too long," she said, "but... maybe if we slip away for a minute?"

"I think that can be arranged," Ben replied with a grin.

He felt a tug of the magic, and it directed his attention to one of the open all-gender restrooms not far away. Maria led him there; she opened the door and gestured for him to enter first. Ben strode in and heard her following; he turned to face her, feeling the excitement surging between them. She locked the door behind her, then walked up to him confidently, smirking as she took him in.

"So," she spoke, her voice thick with arousal. "How does this work?"

Ben grinned. "However you want it to."

"Then I'll take it quick and fast, and with no questions asked," she said as she swooped in to kiss him passionately.

He met her, melting into her eager lips, savoring the taste of her mouth on his. As their kiss deepened, Maria's hands slid up Ben's body, trailing over his chest beneath his untucked button-up shirt. Then her knees sank, and she moved lower, her fingers undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants with deftness. She gave him a hot smile as she exposed his boxers. The bulge there was already prominent; Maria bit her lip as she watched it twitch.

"God, this is hot," she murmured as she caressed him. "I've never felt so fucking horny in my life."

"Call it magic," Ben replied as the hostess tugged down his boxers to release his cock. Her red lips came immediately down on it, and he shivered in joy as she started to work him with her mouth. Ben gripped her head lightly, letting out a sigh of bliss as he stared down at her. Her blowjob was ravenous and filled with passion; she took him to the hilt over and over again, skilled and eager, hungry for every drop of his pleasure.

Ben felt his own desire rising as he basked in her oral efforts. He felt the magic's influence all along -- reminding him that he could let go like this. He could give in to the desires of the moment and enjoy himself without worrying about what would happen next. They wouldn't be caught here; Maria wouldn't be reprimanded, or even missed. As long as they were together, the magic could work things out. He could simply focus on the pleasure he felt, and let the rest of the world fade away.

"Fuck," Ben grunted as he felt himself getting close. He reached down and grabbed Maria's head, holding her in place as he thrust into her mouth, going balls-deep. She moaned loudly, taking his length willingly, completely lost to the act of giving him pleasure. Her lips wrapped around his shaft with loving suction; her tongue caressed him as he fucked her mouth. Only when he felt the brink approaching did he pull away.

Maria sat back on her haunches, licking her lips and looking at him with wild, lust-drunk eyes. "God, wow," she gasped. But before she could say anything more, Ben was tugging her back to her feet, guiding her body as he bent her over the sink countertop. She arched her back and let out a giggle as she felt his fingers exploring under her dress, running along the skin of her ass. She shuddered in delight, whimpering with desire as she felt him part her legs. He reached for her panties and tugged them down fast; they slid down her legs and fell to the floor, instinctively kicked away just a second later.

"Mm," Maria moaned, smirking back at the hungry look on Ben's face. She watched him lining himself up with her entrance; then, like a hot blade slicing through butter, he slid into her with ease.

Maria let out a happy little yelp at the sudden feeling of fullness. She held onto the counter, gasping, trembling as Ben thrust inside her. His hands possessively gripped her hips, holding her still as he started fucking her hard and fast. Her body shook and shuddered with each thrust; she felt a dizzying mixture of sensations as his cock moved in and out of her, making her skin tingle and her head spin. She'd never been fucked quite like this, but it was just what she wanted now; just what she needed.

Their passion boiled over fast. Maria reached her peak more quickly than she'd expected, shaking and gasping as she felt Ben's cock hit that perfect spot inside her, his powerful thrusts pushing her over the edge. She cried out in ecstasy, then leaned over the counter, still shivering as Ben continued to pound into her. Just moments later, his own climax surged through him, and he emptied himself into her with a grunt. Her hungry pussy accepted every drop, squeezing him tight as she trembled, lost in the delirium of it all.

Ben held Maria tight, his fingers digging into her hips as he shivered through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Finally, they both stood up straight, breathing heavily. Maria turned to him, her eyes meeting his.

"Thank you," she breathed. "That was incredible."

"You're welcome," Ben replied, smiling at her. He felt the magic in him settling down, but not fading entirely. It was quieter now, but it still thrummed inside him, keeping his ego aloft. That feeling served as a reminder of his power, and the freedom it lent. Any time a desire or need came up, he'd be able to indulge it. Maria was living proof of that: beautiful, ravished, and completely satisfied.

The pretty hostess pulled up her panties and smoothed out her dress, then gave him a little smirk. "I'm not really sure what that was all about," she admitted, "but I enjoyed it so, so much."

"I did, too," Ben affirmed. "A little fun doesn't hurt anybody."

She smirked at that. "Seems not," she said, leaning in to kiss him one last time. "I'll be thinking about this for a long time. Thanks for taking me away."

"My pleasure," he replied with a smile.

He watched her unlock the door and slip out, leaving him in the bathroom to collect his thoughts. It really had been that simple -- Maria had been down for a quick fuck, and Ben had been more than happy to deliver. She hadn't even asked him who he was; she hadn't wanted to know anything more than his name. She wasn't going to become a regular partner in his life, nor did she need to. His magic had made a quick connection, facilitated their fling, and smoothed out the rest. Her exit had come just as easily as her entrance, without any need for explanations or further demands.

Ben gathered himself up, taking a few deep breaths as he looked into the mirror. He found that he was feeling more confident than ever. "I can get down with this," he thought aloud, smiling to himself. He pulled up his pants and zipped them back up, then walked out of the bathroom.

"Wait until I get back to the others," he thought to himself with a smirk. "They're going to love hearing about this."

Yuki had watched from behind the bar as he'd first strode in: that confident man who led this pack of gorgeous women. Ben; that was his name. She'd picked up on it as he'd ordered drinks earlier. She had been watching him intently since he and his entourage had arrived in the private dining room -- curious, but not quite sure what to make of the situation yet.

She'd worked in this upscale restaurant as a bartender and mixologist for several years now, and she had seen her fair share of customers come in looking for a good time. They came from all walks of life: single men, couples, lonely women. Some came with friends or family, some were celebrating special occasions, and some were simply out for a night on the town. Yuki liked working for such a classy establishment; it gave her the chance to interact with plenty of people. And when cocky, wealthy ones showed up -- she knew the kinds of games to play. Long looks and flirting often netted her much bigger tips from her most generous patrons -- and none of it ever had to be genuine.

Yuki didn't sleep with customers. Not normally, anyway. She preferred to stay professional; to play the role of friendly bartender and, when possible, charm her way into better tips. There was nothing wrong with playing coy.

But when Ben had stepped in, she'd felt something different.

The way he carried himself; the air of authority he radiated. There was something magnetic about him, something she couldn't quite place. He was certainly handsome enough. Handsome and confident, with those striking eyes that had lingered on her body as she'd passed by to take his party's drink orders. But it was something else that had really grabbed her attention. Something beyond his physical form.

It was like... magic.

It felt silly to put it that way, but there was no other way to describe it. Ben had this vibe that just seemed magical somehow. The bracelet he wore on his wrist was an intriguing detail as well. The wooden beads didn't quite match his attire, nor did they look like a common fashion statement.

She'd poured drinks for him and his companions. Then she had retreated back behind the bar, looking busy -- but listening carefully to all that was being said at the table. Her ears had perked right up when she'd heard that they were talking about magic; there was that word, the same one her mind had come up with to describe Ben's presence. One of the women had said it, and then another had used it as well, before Ben had elaborated on his own.

Magic. Yes, she thought to herself. Maybe this was more than a coincidence.

The bracelet definitely factored in, too. She quickly gleaned that much. They were discussing it in the open -- the way it affected them, the way its influence worked. On most nights, with any other patron, if she'd heard someone talk about owning a trinket of power that way, she'd have dismissed it as absurd -- a weirdo's drunken ramblings, or one of those non-sequitur stories that was supposed to catch your attention and lead into a pickup line. But there was something about Ben and his group that made her certain they were serious. There was some ineffable sense reassuring her of that: an energy working over her mind.

She wasn't sure why she believed it so easily. She didn't even really know what it was. But with the way it made her feel? With the way it sent her mind drifting off into fantastical thoughts of adventure and desire? With that, it had to be good.

Yuki considered what her next move should be. She wanted to find out more about him -- but how? Should she just keep eavesdropping and hope that they mentioned it again? She felt a surge of thrill as she considered approaching Ben directly and asking him about it. Would he be interested in discussing his magic with her? Would he let her touch the bracelet, or perhaps touch more?

She bit her lip at the prospect of such a bold invitation. She thought back on the flirtations she'd been sending Ben's way all night. Surely he'd noticed them. And with that aura of confidence, that 'take-what-I-want' energy he exuded, she imagined he'd be more than happy to pick up the baton and run with it.

Then she saw Ben get up.

She watched him leave the room, and she watched where he went. Outside, in the main dining area, he walked up to a hostess at the podium, one who was clearly occupied. The girl -- what was her name? She'd only worked here for a few months, and she seemed so very busy all the time, so Yuki hadn't ever really made an effort to get to know her. But Ben seemed to cut right through that busybody exterior as he approached her, his body language making it clear what he wanted. They spoke briefly. He asked her something -- and then she led him away. Yuki's eyes widened slightly as she saw them slipping into the bathroom together.

Oh, what a delightfully naughty thing to do. She couldn't help but smirk as she thought of what must be happening in there right now. The other women Ben had left behind certainly seemed to know exactly what was going on; they didn't seem surprised at all, let alone jealous or peeved. They simply kept chatting amongst themselves, sultry smiles on their faces as they waited for him to return.

Yuki put all the pieces of the equation together as best as she could. "So, he's got some sort of magic," she murmured to herself, thinking about the bracelet again. "He can use it to get women to come and play with him." She paused, then added, "But they want that too. Nothing forced, no 'I am in control,' or anything like that. They're all having fun with this magic. It's... a way for them to play whenever they want, with whoever they want, without having to think about consequences."

She couldn't stop the grin from spreading across her face. She felt girlish, giddy, to admit it to herself -- but that was the hottest thing she'd ever heard of.

She'd decided it. She was going to approach him. She'd win him over; she was determined to. Or maybe it wouldn't even be hard. Maybe, if he'd so generously given that hostess a taste of his magic, she could take her turn as well.

Or get on board for so, so much more.

Ben's five girlfriends were eager to receive him as he sauntered back into the private dining room. The conversation topic of his magic, and using it to find new sexual partners, was in full swing already -- but now that he'd returned, everyone seemed very interested in his account of how his escapade had gone.

"So?" Shaheen prodded him as he took his seat. "Was it great? Did you blow her away?"

Ben smirked at Shaheen's phrasing, recalling the look on Maria's face after he'd taken her against the sink counter and filled her with his cum. "I certainly left her satisfied," he replied. "That was the idea, after all."

"Good, good," Shaheen replied. "But tell us more. Did you get her number? Did she want to see you again?"

Ben chuckled. "Well, she said she'd be thinking about me for a long time."

"I bet she will be," Aimee said. "But no second date? No promises of more?"

"Oh, we'll see about that," Ben replied with a smirk. "Maybe I'll run into her again. A second round isn't off the table, so to speak. I could push for that if I wanted."

Eleni looked at him. "But... she's not going to join our ranks, is she?"

"No," Ben answered, and a mental twinge from the magic reassured him he was right. "She had her fun, but it wasn't for keeps. I don't think she'd be interested in anything serious -- not our style of serious, anyhow. She's not bisexual, and she's got other obligations."

Eleni nodded, accepting his reasoning. "Fair enough. I suppose not everyone out there can just drop everything to run off with us for a lifetime of sex and fun."

"I guess not," Ben said. "Our polyamorous life is definitely a little unconventional."

"A little?" Shaheen laughed. "Ben, you're fucking magic! Of course this is all unconventional. But it's also goddamn awesome. If Maria didn't want to join in, that's fine. No reason we can't enjoy ourselves."

Ben laughed along with her, then leaned back in his seat. "True that," he said. "And now? Now I know that just because someone won't jump on board for a big, serious commitment doesn't mean they won't be open to having fun. We don't need to think about all that 'should we or shouldn't we' stuff anymore. We can fling with anyone we want to."

"No consequences," Alicia repeated. "Just pleasure and fun."

"And power," Shaheen added with a smirk.

Moka offered him a knowing grin. "And when we do find the ones worth committing to..."

"Then our magic will handle that, too," Ben said. In fact, he felt the magic resonating with his words, agreeing with him -- almost like it was reminding him that the night was not over. That ineffable promise lingered in his mind, a promise of more to come.

Ben glanced around at his girlfriends, appreciating their beauty, taking in the moment of pleasure and contentment he felt now. There would always be more to come. That was the joy of his life and his power -- he'd never have to settle for anything less than his heart's desire. He let out a sigh, feeling relaxed -- just as the pretty Asian bartender came back around to check up on them.

"Anything I can do for you?" Yuki asked them, her voice sultry and smooth. She kept her eyes on Ben as she spoke. "Another round of drinks, perhaps? Or an appetizer?"

Ben fought the urge to make a suggestive comment about the 'appetizer' he'd already had. Instead, he turned to his girlfriends, wondering how they might want to play this.

Eleni raised up the glass she'd been sipping from. "Mm, Yuki," she said with a grin. "Your drinks are divine. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like another round."

"And maybe an entrée order after that," Aimee added. "Need a second more to look over the menu, anyway."

Yuki nodded, her smile widening. "Sounds perfect," she said. "I'll bring more drinks, and when you've decided on food, just let me know."

"Thanks," Ben replied as she turned away. He watched her going, finding her stride quite captivating. His eyes drifted lower; was she swaying her ass a little more than usual, perhaps? Her tight skirt showed off her toned legs and the contours of her pert bottom as she moved.