“Shit you lucky bastard!” Kevin shouted as I heard the door open.
I let out a hearty chuckle that was extra loud so he could hear it, then the sounds of heavy footfalls came down the hallway and into my living room as Kevin arrived.
Behind him were the sound of heels on the hard wooden floor, and then the pretty blonde in pink latex came in just behind Kevin.
“You won the Justice Lottery and didn’t fuck’n tell me!” he half shouted in anger, and half in envy.
“I wanted it to be a surprise.” I replied with a shrug as I stood up from my couch and waved at my prize.
“Fuck yeah it’s a surprise… what are the odds, like 10 million to 1?”
“Something like that, but I guess someone has to win.” I replied with another shrug.
Then Kevin turned around and looked up and down at the blonde, “And she’s got the full bimbo treatment too!”
“Yep, a three year sentence.”
“Three years, fuck, how will you ever survive…” Kevin replied with an eye roll.
Then he looked at her face, rubbed his chin, and frowned a little, “She looks kinda familiar…”
I chuckled again, “She does, doesn’t she… almost a little like that actress… what was her name… Stacey… Stacey…” I replied mockingly.
“Fuck’n Stacey Tores! You’ve got fucking Stacey Tores as your bimbo fuck toy for three years! Stacey fucking Tores!”
I laughed and gave Kevin a slap on the back.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure if you win the Justice Lottery you’ll get a hot and upcoming hollywood starlet and not some fat, ancient Karen.”
“Fuck you.” was all Kevin came back with.
Kevin continued to stare at Stacey, his eyes taking in the standard uniform for those sentenced to full bimbo treatment. A skin tight latex catsuit, the collar locked around their neck identifying the sentence, and the towering matching pink heels.
I slapped his back again, “Don’t worry, maybe I’ll let you take her for a spin… in a month or two… or maybe a year? You know, after I’ve worked her in a little… or a lot.”
Kevin frowned even more and then flopped down on the couch, “This shit isn’t fair…” he complained.
I walked over and wrapped my arm around Stacey’s waist and then guided her out of the living room towards the upstairs bedroom.
I looked back at Kevin, “You know how to let yourself out. Give me a call in a week or two… maybe three… I’m sure by then I’ll at least have some time to hang out again.”
I watched Kevin drop his head backwards and let out a groan and he slumped down in defeat.
I did kind of feel sorry for him, but not that sorry.
