Page 2 of Lucky Night

Now all he needs is her touch, the lightest, the least—

She drapes a leg over his.

Oh hail!

He can’t bear it. Steady on, men! What a relief his thoughts in these moments are private, not broadcast to the world, or to her.Whole joys.He’s an island, blissed out but well-fortified. Because happiness like this is asinine.

Who ringsit?

Hmm?

Who rings the gong?

She’s resting a hand on his hip. Tapping her fingers lightly.To taste whole joys.He feels each tiny tap. The weight of her hand.Full nakedness, something something.

The gong, he says. Right. Well, as you might expect, they don’t assign this crucial task to any yahoo rolling in off the street. It’s the responsibility of a special employee. Carefully recruited, meticulously trained. They call him Gong Boy.

She laughs again. That husky chuckle!

He is purely, stupidly content.

The online reviews rave about him, he says. You’re going to start seeing copycat services in all the major hotels, but for now, this is the only gong in town. Hey, would you mind…?

She knows what he wants, and no, she would not mind. She slips a hand under him to scratch the nape of his neck. He shudders the length of his body, down and up, and down.

Whole joysright here.

A whole shitload of whole glowing joys.

It didn’t sound like a gong, she says.

True, but that’s Gong Boy’s genius. He shoves the pillow up to give her easier access to his neck. Always trying to be helpful. He interprets the intensity and essence of any given synchronous climax and translates it into sound compositions that accurately reflect the specific event.

Where does he come up with this shit? Honestly, it just flows out of him. Like his copious come into her glorious oh the scratching, the scratching, her nails on his skin!

It’s heaven. He shudders here in heaven.

So ours was fiery, she says. Alarming. Sounds about right.

Opening the door to her an hour ago—what was it she’d said? And everything that came after. Now, their rituals. The scratching. The idle conversation, grandiose because he knows she lovesit.

Has Gong Boy ever screwedup?

He cranes his neck, a fresh wave of goosebumps coursing down his arms. It’s rare, he says, but he does occasionally misjudge the emanations.

What happens?

Well, it’s a serious problem. This place only opened last week. They have a brand to build. When he botches one, management has no choice but to administer correctives.

Oh no! What do they do to Gong Boy?

They beat him with a giant dildo.

She laughs. Jenny laughs! He makes her laugh, not to mention come, fierily, alarmingly. He kisses her.Souls unbodied,or something about bodies, clothes, where the fuck are these lines coming from? It’s on the tip of his…

Wait.

Something terrible is happening.

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