Lucky Statue

***Part 1 or 2***

Paul wondered if he would ever have any good luck at all in his life as he walked into work wondering if he was going to get laid off with the other workers. He read last night that the company was preparing to lay off most of his shift since the company was not selling enough cars to keep the line going. More people wanted electric in the front office and the plant was suffering.

Thinking about going to college never occurred to him and getting a job out of high school worked out for him. Learning skills on the job and working hard had always paid off. Now that his job was gone, it was like those who talked down to him for not going to college won. At twenty-six, he wondered if he was too old to go to college and then dismissed it as he couldn't for the life of him think of something he wanted to study. The job out of high school at the factory gave him what he wanted for a living and got him his own house, but now it all seemed to be collapsing. Then he thought about how his string of bad luck was going.

Not one to dwell on setbacks, he still felt that his bad luck was uncanny for the last two years. His girlfriend left him a month ago, and his car broke down on the road only after getting it fixed. The tires on his car and lawnmower all went flat as it was like every loose nail would find his tire. When a deadline at work happened, the tools he needed to complete it would always break or be lost. Going out to eat would always result in messed up orders or an overcharged bill. It was like the world hated him and the frustration inside of him was building.

Everyone wins sometimes in their life and Paul felt and sooner or later he would win. Playing lotto, buying scratch off tickets and even online poker all should have sometimes where you win. As a birthday gift, his mother bought him over a hundred dollars in scratch off lotto tickets and not a single one was a winner. Not a single one even paid for itself, and all one hundred of them were losers.

It was like a curse was being put on him and Paul wondered why his luck was so bad. His ex-girlfriend left because she didn't want kids and moved away for her job. There was no hatred and the few people that hated him were all from high school. Thinking of why his luck was so bad finally hit a breaking point when he got the first layoff notice of the day.

The lost feeling was set in as he wondered how much of his savings would be lost paying his bills before he found a job. It was a joke when his friend said he should pray or cast a spell to help his luck. Religion was not an important aspect of his life, and he figured it was just a figure of speech to pray or cast a spell.

A day later his friend came by to hangout and he brought a book with him. It was a simple reference book, but he insisted that there was at least something he could do. Jake was always superstitious, and Paul wanted to appease him, so he read the book about gods and how there was a god of luck.

"You know Tyche is the God of luck. You should pray to her. Just pray to her... if it doesn't help, then at least you will feel better. It's all in your mind and this will help," Jake insisted as they drank beers relaxing.

"Fine," Paul gave in and closed his eyes to pray.

"God of luck... please help me. I don't know... win at cards tomorrow," he asked and then opened his eyes.

"That was a half ass prayer. You need to at least know her name and put some faith into it.

"We shall see. If I win tomorrow, I will do it."

Chugging his beer he then joked back, "Deal. You have to get it out of your mind, and this will do it. You win tomorrow and I want you to put faith into this so you can at least get your mind right.

It was weird coming from someone who was religious and went to church to be talking about gods, but he knew he was kind of right that he was dwelling on it.

***

The card game was just a friendly game once a month between friends. It was small stakes, friendly wagers and beer mostly. If you won big, it was only fifty dollars at most and was rare. Paul lost consistently about twenty dollars each time they played, and a good night was only ten dollars. It was still fun because it was with friends and there was free beer.

It was like the cards hated him and each hand he thought he would win came up short. It was hand after hand that he would be high and yet betting into a better hand. They were all joking about his bad luck, and he knew he was cursed.

It was getting on his nerves that nothing was working out and then after a piss break, he hoped that maybe one time he would have faith something would work. He tossed a quarter into the pot. "Please... goddess of luck... help me. I want to win."

The need to win brewing deep in him, he felt like this was his last chance. All the bad things that happened seemed to merge into one big feeling and this win was the tipping point between good luck or being cursed.

When the cards were dealt, he saw that he had a good hand. "Please... give me luck and I will repay it in any way I can," he said in his head as he bet high hoping that this would be his time to win.

When the hand was over, his smile could not be bigger as it ended the night and for the first time, he was walking away with more money than he came with. It was like a weight was lifted off his chest and that he might just have a strong of good luck now.

The joy never left even as he was home ready to go to sleep. The sight on his friends' faces seeing his winning hand and all their previous jokes now gone was worth it. He wondered if it was the prayer or that it was finally his turn.

In the morning, he spent a few hours looking up the god of luck and found that different cultures had their own but were copied from just one. With the book Jake left with him and a quick search, he found various statues of her and then had this feeling it was her that he prayed to and not any other God. With a bit of research, he saw old pictures of people praying to statues and leaving offerings and figured that he could do the same with a small statue that would fit on a small table.

Some people carry trinkets on them that they pray with or think give them luck. Paul now felt that he should have one for Tyche. She was the Goddess of luck and holding a representation of her might be the thing that broke his bad luck. It was the only thing he could think of and felt like all other options were exhausted.

Finding items that represent Greek Gods was not something easy to come by but there was a statue place that sold statues of Greek gods. It was worth a try and maybe a small statue of her might do the trick. There was a small statue store on the side of the highway that sold bird baths and lawn ornaments. The idea that they sold smaller ones for the house came to him and it was worth a look.

Walking in, he saw all sorts of statues of various famous sculptures for people's lawns or gardens. The place was filled with new fresh stone statues of goddesses and random men and women in poses pouring water. The place was run by an old man and there was nobody there looking to buy making him think this place would be out of business soon.

Asking for a statue of Tyche, the man shook his head and said that the only one he had was not a bird bath and not new either. Taking him inside, past the new merchandise, the man undraped a brand-new statue that would fit on the lawn. The price was seven hundred dollars and Paul knew that it was too much for something that he didn't really care about.

"Sorry, that's too much and I want something smaller that can fit on a table or something indoor," Paul answered the guy when he asked if he was interested.

"I don't have a cheaper one," he said and Paul figured that would be the end of his idea of buying a statue.

"I got others that are smaller, but not of Tyche. You want to look at them?"

"Nah. I just needed some luck and hoped a small statue of her would help," Paul admitted as it was just a stupid idea he thought of.

"I got something. You can have it if you need luck. My father brought it back from Italy after the war. It's broken and old but if you need luck, you can have it."

He followed him to the back where the old man pulled off a cloth to show the small statue about three feet high. It looked like a broken ancient looking statue that would go against a wall as the back was flat. It had the basin like a birdbath but was much smaller making him think this was something else. The top part was broken and only part of her face was showing. The bottom of the statue looked like it was crumbling and the stonework needed to be cleaned as it was gray and not white like everything else.

"You really letting me have this for free?" Paul asked, thinking that it was strange for a man to be giving away something.

The old man replied calmly, "My father wouldn't part with it and my mother hated it. I never could see it and it has been in the back for years."

Loading it into his car, he could see the back of the statue was old and covered in dust. He wondered how old the statue was as the more he looked at it, the more it made him think he bought a really old piece, and it might be worth something after all. It had a basin like a birdbath, but it was much smaller like some church offering plate of some kind.

Thinking it was the offering a person would give to this god, he smiled and jokingly put all of his pocket change in the small basin thinking it was like an offering plate. Playing it off like he was praying, he smiled and spoke in a joking manner. "Goddess Tyche... thank you for your luck last night. Here is my offering to you."

For the first time in a long while, Paul could feel the burden of shit luck lifted as if the cloud of despair was gone. Relaxing on the couch, he pulled up his laptop looking for jobs going that his new good luck might help him. After applying for a few jobs, he watched a movie and passed out hoping that tomorrow would be a good day.

****

Waking up, he felt anew like the day was his and good things were going to happen. Sleeping in, he woke up feeling great from the long sleep too. Thinking about his good luck started with eggs and each of his eggs had a double yolk. He knew this was a good omen and went to his computer to see three companies wanting to see him for interviews.

After setting up the interviews, he could feel the power from what he bought and felt it had to be something with what he did. It was a silly idea, but he couldn't help but think that this dumb old statue had something to do with it.

One of the interviews was today and after getting on his suit and tie, he went out hoping that the good luck would last. Wanting to be a bit more formal, he put on his high school ring and gold necklace thinking that it would look good with the suit. During the drive there, all he could think about was how his luck had turned and hoping it would last.

The interview went great, and he sensed that the job was his. The salary had a range from a little under what he was making to over what he made, and it would be determined later on. With the confidence in him, he got home and decided to relax and look up other ways to pray to Tyche in hopes of keeping his luck going.

Taking off his ring and necklace, he put them in the basin and noticed the spare change was gone. It was a creepy feeling that he knew he left at least two dollars in quarters there and now there was nothing.

Hoping to keep his luck going and feeling the money would turn up, he repeated the prayer. "Goddess Tyche, thank you for your luck and here is my offering."

It was a stupid saying, but the jinx was much more he felt. It was a silly idea that he was praying but he remembered that sports stars had superstitions, and this was no different. Things were working out and to stop doing this silly thing made him think the good luck would end.

The job called back right when he was relaxing to play some video games. He listened to how the manager wanted him to start next month for a new shift and the position was to be a supervisory position. The money was even more than what he was expecting and a lot more than what he earned at the last job.

Accepting the job was an easy and an enthusiastic yes. Calling his friend Jake, he invited him out to celebrate with some drinks. The video games were going to wait as he felt hanging out with a friend to celebrate was worth it. A night out with beers and friends would be a perfect way to end a great day.

Putting on some normal clothes he went to grab his ring and necklace only to see it was gone. The chill shot down through his spine and he knew it was not even an hour ago that they were there. Looking on the floor and around the statue yielded nothing. The chill down his spine now felt like a cold wind inside of him, like he was living in a horror movie.

"What the fuck?" he said out loud, looking at the statue again with its empty basin. There was no way he lost the items or moved them and now it dominated his mind that something happened.

With another quick look around the house and all around the statue, the thought persisted that something strange was happening. He knew he didn't move anything, and they were just there. Nobody was in the house and the memory of putting them in the basin was there.

What he said last time came to him and he figured that the only way to end the suspicion was to repeat it. "Goddess Tyche, thank you for my luck, here is my offering."

Thinking of what to put in the basin, he went to his bedroom and found some fake gold bracelets and earrings his ex had left behind. Tossing the leftover jewelry in the basin, he fished out some change and added to it.

Staring at the basin made him feel dumb that he was waiting for some magic thing to happen. Texting his friend that he was going to be a bit late, he waited for something mystical to happen. It was ten minutes of waiting around that he gave up and left to hang out.

Driving to the bar, all the red lights turned green at the moment he got there so he didn't have to stop. The sense of good luck in him could not be denied as he knew there was something good about everything that was happening.

Walking up to the entrance, his shoulder felt the impact of someone crashing into him. At six foot three and two hundred and thirty pounds, the crash was more of a nudge, but he knew someone walked into him.

"Excuse me... I am sorry, I wasn't paying attention," her voice said in an apologetic tone as he saw an obvious college girl in front of him.

Paul immediately thought she was twenty-one and went to the local college as it was nearby. Looking at her pretty face made him think she was some cute little cheerleader or sorority girl that probably had a boyfriend that bought her everything. Her brown hair was pulled up and her sweatshirt was a crop top that showcased her nicely shaped breasts and very flat toned stomach with a jewel belly ring.

"No worries." He chuckled back as she got the brunt of the collision since she was a petite girl barely five foot five and a hundred pounds.

Opening the door for her she stepped in smiling at him. "Thank you."

Once they walked into the crowded bar, there was a bunch of people trying to walk to the bar making them move slowly. As he let his eyes wander, he could see her overly tight leggings that were so snug on her backside that it separated her ass cheeks slightly. Her ass was not flat either and each ass cheek bubbled out perfectly making a smile under her ass from it being pushed out.

Each step she took, he walked behind her slowly as they both moved through the crowd. Not paying attention, he looked down to see each ass check moving up and down almost bouncing with each step.

She stopped as people walked in front of her and then turned to him smiling, asking, "You looking at my ass?"

There was no way he would want to look away from a hot college girl and with her body being so perfect, he felt that it was good luck that she was in front of him. Not caring as the day could not get any better, he replied, "Yeah... I was. Going to keep on looking too when you walk away because it is worth staring at."

Thinking she was going to either slap him or make a rude comment back, he prepared himself for a funny reply to whatever she said. "Well, if your gonna stare, then at least buy me a drink for the show."

Taken back by her comment, he joked back smiling wide as it was not what he expected. "Buy you two drinks if you let me grab it."

With Jake looking at him like he needed to hurry, Paul knew that telling him what happened was worth his waiting for him. The girl smirked at him and took a step towards the bar waving over the bartender.

Paul looked at Jake and held up a finger for him to wait. People were walking around them and the sound of the bar made it impossible to hear as Jake was over ten feet away. He saw his friend walking towards him and then looked at the bartender as he got near him and the girl.

"Get me a Yuengling and she will have whatever she wants, and her next drink too is on me," he said as she looked at him smiling.

The bartender walked away, and she turned her body so her ass was towards him as she was still looking at him. "Go ahead... give it a slap."

Wanting more than a slap, he moved in feeling her tight and yet supple ass cheek. The leggings made it feel tighter than it was, but the meat of her ass still made it easy to grab. He moved his fingers in more and got almost all the way in her ass crack before being stopped by the fabric of her leggings.

"Ohhh, that was more than just a feel," she commented as he knew it was a grope and was worth two drinks.

"I had too. There is no way that I would be able to live with myself if I didn't try," he admitted as he knew this would be a memory that he would think about again and again.

Jake was getting closer as he waded through the people, so he knew this would be a great time to make a move. "My name is Paul."

He extended his hand, and she grabbed it softly to shake like a girl. "Amanda."

"You waiting for someone?" he asked, thinking he had less than a minute before his friend got to them.

She did a wink and a smile and replied, "Some friends."

Paul had a feeling that this girl had to have a boyfriend as no sane man would not want to have her. He knew in the past this girl was so out of his league and her flirting made him think the good luck was real.

Not wanting to ditch his friend but still wanting to try and be with her, he felt another time would work if she would give up her phone number. "Hey, my friend is here. Let me get your number so I can call you later."

She took out her phone and showed him her number. "I would like that."

He walked away and when he did, she turned to him to see him walk away. "Now I get to stare at your ass."

Turning his head, he looked back at her. "Next time, I want to see more though."

"Maybe tonight," she said softly as the noise of the crowd was drowning out her reply.

Sitting with Jake drinking beer was a nice end to a great day, and he knew that the future looked good. He had two more job interviews if he wanted and a new job offer he could sign tomorrow too. No matter what, there were good times ahead and the girl hitting on him was icing on the cake.

Jake talked about random things and was happy that his string of bad luck was over. Paul drank and saw the waitress come over to collect the empty glasses at the table next to them. Thinking this was a great time to show off his new good luck, he waved the waitress over.

"Hey, watch this," he joked to his friend as the waitress stepped over.

"You look cute. Can I get your number?" he asked, thinking that his good luck would reward him with the phone numbers of two hot girls.

"Yeah... no," she said quickly without making it seem mean but just acting busy.

"Some good luck you have," Jake joked and took a drink.

The defeated feeling came to him, and it was like all of the air in his body left. The thought of having good luck now seemed trivial and that everything he was thinking about the statue was not real. He switched the subject and talked about random things not wanting to bring up what just happened.

Once home, he still knew that things were getting better, and he had a new job coming up and didn't have to worry about money. He still got the number of a really hot college girl and even if that didn't work out, he got to really grab her ass too.

Looking in the basin, he saw it was empty making him feel spooked as a chill went down his spine. Jumping back, he knew that nobody was in the house, and he didn't move the jewelry that was there.

"No fucking way," he said out loud and looked around the house to see if someone was there playing a practical joke on him.

Looking around the house he came back to the statue thinking that he had to see it with his own eyes. Grabbing twenty dollars from his wallet, he dumped it in and fifty cents in loose change. There was nothing else to put in that he had lying around and hoped it was enough.

"Goddess Tyche, thank you for my luck and here is my offering," he said looking right at the basin.

Staring at it like it was going to move for five minutes, he began to think that this was all in his head and something else or someone else was taking the items from it. His heart was beating fast, and he wanted to stop looking but it was too built up in his system to look away.

His phone buzzed and he grabbed it from his pocket just to see the loose change disappear right in front of his eyes. It was not instantly but gradually lost its colors and then vanished like it never existed.

"What the fuck?" he mumbled like a child looking at a magic trick not, knowing how he did it and thinking it was real.

Reading the text message, he saw it was Amanda and she just wrote one line. "Hey U."

"What are you doing?" He texted back, looking at the screen and the statue.

The twenty dollars was still there, and he saw her text back. "Just drunk and texted you. Going to bed.... night."

"Hang out sometime?" He responded, hoping to see her again and make something of what happened but also looking worried at the statue.

She didn't respond and he stood there looking at the statue wondering why the change disappeared and not the money that was more valuable. Amanda was not texting back and pestering her would only turn her off, so he figured it was on her and he made his intentions clear. Deep down, he knew it was just flirting and a super-hot college girl like her would not be with an average older guy that graduated early from high school.

Wanting to experiment more, he looked all over the house for more money or something else to put in basin. Thinking back, he knew the jewelry was gone and the change from before and his ring. The paper money was left alone as he figured it had to be something with metal and value as the change was not gold nor was his ex-girlfriend's jewelry.

The only store open was Walmart and he was a little buzzed but not enough to be a problem to be pulled over he felt. Buying crap jewelry and asking for change looked very odd but he had to know if this strange statue really held magical powers. It was something he knew had to be answered and also kept a secret. It was all sounding dumb, and he knew that if this didn't work, he would never tell a soul he was conned into falling for a trick.

With two hundred dollars in garbage jewelry and a hundred dollars in coins, he made it back home thinking what to put in first. Laying all of the purchases on the table, he grabbed a couple of gold necklaces that were the most expensive and put them in the basin.

"Goddess Tyche, thank you for my good luck. Here is my offering," he said, looking right at the basin wondering, hoping that it would work. Fear came to him thinking that this was all too real and something beyond the realm of normal life.

His phone buzzed again, and he looked at it seeing a text message from Amanda. "Hey... just woke up and didn't see your message."

Thinking of what to say to her, knowing that he brought up hooking up with her but not wanting to push it, he thought maybe playing it cool and just talking to her normally and let her decide. "You still drunk?"

When he looked over at the necklace, he could still see them there. His eyes darted to the phone and to the basin of the statue. When he looked again at the jewelry, he could see it fading quickly. It was like it was vanishing before his eyes. His heart raced with a bit of fear and excitement that he was watching this magical effect happen right before his eyes.

Amanda texted back and he saw a picture of her in the shower nude with her hands covering her tits like she was talking to him while taking a shower. Her hair was not wet as it looked like she was about to take a shower.

"Ohh nice." He responded as he could see that her body was everything he thought it would be of a college girl who was probably a cheerleader too.

"Ohhh sorry... I didn't mean to send that." She quickly replied back with smiling emojis.

Paul knew that his luck had something to do with this and figured he could see how far or how much he had since he knew there was a limit from what happened with the waitress. "Got any more pics?"

"Did you like that?" Amanda sent back with heart emojis.

Thinking that she didn't say no and that there was something there, he still felt playing was the easiest way to go and not to ask again. "Yes."

She sent another picture and this time she was in the shower with wet hair and showing off the side of her breast. There was a side look of a nipple and from the sight of her ample breasts, he knew she had big tits but natural too. They hung down slightly from the weight and her nipple jutted out making it like she sent a teasing picture and a nude picture at the same time.

"WOW." He smiled as he knew that this luck thing was real.

"Ohh and I would love to hangout this weekend too. Maybe I can come by your place." She replied again.

Almost jumping up for joy, he knew that was all but letting him know that she wanted to hook up with him. There was no doubt in his mind that his luck was running strong now. Not wanting to press it, he sent the address and nothing else fearing that too much would end up like the waitress.

There was too much to think about and experiment with as he wondered what else he could do. Amanda texted that she was going to bed and didn't send another pic making him think that was the end of his luck and more donations were needed. Grabbing the rest of the jewelry he dumped it in the basin and knelt before the statue.

Smiling as he knew that this ancient stone broken statue really worked, he spoke to it with conviction. "Goddess Tyche thank you for my luck. Here is my donation."

The idea flowed into his mind of what to try and do to see what worked. The first thing that he thought about was the lottery. How much luck did he have and how much was the donation going to get him since he figured there were limits. The jewelry vanished before his eyes again and he knew this was no illusion.

Not caring about the late hour, he drove to a gas station and walked inside looking at the scratch off lottery tickets. They ranged from one dollar to ten dollars with the jackpots increasing with the price of the ticket. Figuring a midrange ticket might work the best as it was not a million-dollar ticket but still had a jackpot that was enough to make it good.

Buying a four-dollar ticket, he thought that one should do it as more would be too much and would exceed the extent of his luck. As he got the ticket he stepped back with a quarter and scratched it off, feeling the rush of adrenaline in him that he was going to win tens of thousand dollars.

The ticket did not pay out and was a total bust as the adrenaline faded quickly with a defeated sensation in him that maybe it was all in his head. The doubt was still there but there was no way that this luck was gone since nothing good happened to him after the last donation.

"Hey... maybe you should try the new Pot of Gold tickets. They just came in," the cashier said as she looked at him sulking.

"Yeah sure," he answered, thinking that this might work and maybe something needed happen to him instead of him choosing.

Buying the one-dollar ticket he stepped back and scratched it off. He was thinking if this didn't work, he might try using his luck on Amanda for more nude pics. As the numbers matched on the ticket as he scratched, he felt his heart racing again that he might just win. The more he scratched, the more he could feel his heart racing with excitement.

As he looked over the ticket and saw it was a winner, he matched the prize amount and saw that it was a one-thousand-dollar winner. The joy of winning made him throw his fist in the air like he was vindicated as this was not all some dream or in his head.

The ticket had to be redeemed and not cashed in at the store. Not caring as it was still a winner, he rushed home to see the statue there with an empty basin. The thoughts of what to do next were running through his mind almost overwhelming him.

Knowing there were limits and now seeing that when he did something it didn't work, he thought about when the luck happened. Thinking back, he knew Amanda bumped into him and that he did not approach her. The job called him back and not the other way around. The waitress said no and the first lotto ticket was a loser.

The energy of what happened kept him up even though it was extremely late and there was not much he could do at this hour. Sleep was hard, but he laid in bed thinking of all the things he could do with his new luck. The lotto seemed the easiest but what would it take to win a monster jackpot and what donation would be needed. Would he have to buy it, and then would it work because he did it and didn't let it happen to him.

***

It was late in the morning when he woke up feeling tired and yet full of energy at the same time. There was so much to do and try with the statue. Eating a quick bite, he looked up Tyche and saw that she was also a goddess of fate as it made him think that she chose for him what to be lucky at.

The lotto felt too easy, and he wondered how his luck would fair at a casino. The closest casino was on a reservation a few hours away and it sounded like a good try and if he didn't win something good might come about from visiting at least.

Needing more money for a larger donation, he made the drive to collect the winning lotto ticket money and then to the bank to get even more of his own money out to add to it. The basin was small and wouldn't take thousands of quarters since paper money didn't work and the best results came from gold jewelry.

The idea came to him while driving that maybe more expensive jewelry would yield better results. Buying two gold rings, he spent all his winnings and what money he had in savings. The rings were over an ounce each and were 18k gold and seemed a perfect offering.

Once home, he dropped them in the basin and knelt before the statue looking up at the broken face of Tyche. "Goddess Tyche, thank you for my good luck. Here is my offering."

Quickly standing up he watched the two gold rings like a hawk. The anticipation of watching it disappear made him think he was a kid that was enchanted with a new toy that had could do something he never thought possible. When the rings slowly faded into nothing, he smiled wide ready to jump for joy.

With only a hundred dollars on him he got ready to hit the casino. The thought that he wasn't bringing enough money with him was there, but thinking about how the rings faded gave him the faith it would work. On the drive there he replayed what worked and what didn't work when it came to fate and when his luck was going to kick in.

Pulling up to the casino he saw a line of older people waiting to get chips. The anxiety of gambling was mixed with the excitement of knowing that he had good luck on his side, and nothing happened yet.

Putting a hundred dollars on a casino card for slot machines and a thousand in chips from his credit cards, he figured he would put money back on his credit cards when he won to pay it off. He stepped out on the casino floors to the sounds of people gambling and the electronics going off from the slot machines. It made him think of when he was a kid in a theme park not knowing where to go first.

Blackjack, slots or roulette were what he knew as craps was something he never picked up. Thinking something would come to him as he knew fate had to happen, he sat at a cheap slot machine to pass the time. Figuring he would play the slots to waste time, he decided to let fate kick in for the real winnings.

The machine was making him break even with a losing streak of games followed by a big win to make up for the losses before. It was nice to play and know that something was going to happen. Each time he won, his heart skipped a beat wondering if it was going to be a big payday or at least the top prize for the machine.

As he swiped his card for another round of slots doing ten dollars for ten spins before repeating the process. When he saw someone coming up near him, he looked up to see a waitress holding an empty tray. Most of the staff looked plain and normal with nothing out of the ordinary, but this waitress was different.

Between the dealers and the wait staff, everyone looked very well dressed, but also older like they were in their thirties and forties. This waitress that caught his attention was younger and had an extremely attractive face that he could not look away from. She still had the uptight professional look the rest of the casino employees had, but he could tell her beauty transcended it. She had a slightly darker complexion and small dark eyes that were piercing into his. She wore both blue earrings and necklace that looked handmade and there was no hiding what he already assumed about her ethnicity.

Her jet black was pulled back tight in a bun allowing her to show off her sleek jawline and cute chin. The uniform she was wearing hid her body, but he could see that she had breasts that were being constricted.

"Would you care for a drink Sir?" she said with a smile and cute voice like she was being polite but also not trying to overdo it.

"Sure... a beer is fine... whatever you have on tap is good... you pick," he answered, wanting to let fate take over and let her pick his favorite beer.

She nodded and smiled before walking away, making him wonder if fate was going to kick in. There had to be something with her, as she had this stunningly cute face and had to be part of his fate since he could feel the attraction inside of him wanting her.

When she walked away, he could see her tight work pants hugging her ass too. When his eyes leveled on her butt, he knew that she was or had to be part of his luck because her ass was just too good to look away from. His mouth dropped as he saw she had a small ass that bubbled out so perfectly and her tight pants hid nothing of her amazing backside too. Her small waist made her hips look flared out giving her ass this curved and yet small look to it.

Playing again, he was still winning and losing holding his own only up five dollars after playing for over twenty minutes. There had to be something he was missing but hoped it had something to do with the waitress.

She came back with the same smiling look making him stop playing and give her all the attention. "Hope I got what you like."

Taking a sip, it was Yuengling and exactly what he wanted too. Smiling, he knew there had to be something with her and that she was connected to his fate for the day. Thinking back to Amanda and how he just said what he wanted, and it all worked out, he figured what could be the harm.

Trusting in his good luck, he knew that this would never work but with luck on his side he gave in. "You got exactly what I wanted. Now I just need you to tell me what machine I have to play to win you as a prize."

Her pleasant look turned into a more serious one. "You can't win me as a prize Sir."

Not to be denied a chance, he thought a comeback would work and if it didn't, she wasn't his fate. "I bet you I can win you."

She gave a small polite smirk like she was forcing it and then pointed to the slot machines further back. "Those machines have the highest payout."

Paul knew he was getting somewhere with her as she smiled and gave him a hint for his fate. Still thinking she was part of his fate and wanting her to be, he imagined grabbing her ass like he did with Amanda. "Stay with me while I win."

She gave a small laugh still smiling. "Sir, I don't think me staying with you is going to help, but if you would like to tip me, I will stand by you for one try."

The name tag on her coat said Sandra and Paul figured that this might be the big win he was looking for. "Okay... I will take you up on that."

Reaching into his untouched chip supply he put a twenty-dollar chip on her tray. She nodded and smiled as she took it and put it in her pocket. "Follow me Sir."

Walking behind her he saw that her ass moved and bounced so that any man looking would be turned on he felt. Once at the machines he looked at her. "Pick one."

She pointed her hand to the machine in front of her and then waited. It was a dollar machine that would let you spend up to ten dollars on a single try compared to the quarter ones he was doing with two dollar tries. Still feeling lucky and knowing that this had to be fate, he still could not help but think she was involved.

"If I win on this machine, will you let me take you to dinner?" Paul asked, thinking that she would take him up on the offer and he could get a nice date out of it too.

She shifted her balance shaking her head. "You want to win a date with me if you win on this machine? Our machines have good payouts... I don't think so Sir."

Her dark brown oval eyes and sleek face with high cheek bones were that of a model and he knew that Tyche put her in his path for a reason. There was no harm in trying and this had to work he thought as everything else had and the jewelry he put in the basin really did disappear.

"I win the jackpot, you spend the night with me. I lose and I will give you another tip." He upped the stakes hoping she would take him up on the offer and his luck would also give him the twenty-five thousand dollar jackpot payout.

She shook her head again smiling. "Thank you for the offer, Sir, but I don't want to take your money like that."

"All of it. I want to take you out after this and get to know you. You are gorgeous and I have to try or I won't forgive myself for not trying," he confessed, not caring and knowing it was something he would never say. Feeling the trust he had in the statue made him think anything he said would work out too and this was him thinking Tyche is knowing that he had trust in her and her luck.

Her mouth opened as she blushed and then put her hand to her mouth in shock. She put her hand down but was still smiling wide like she was impressed. "Ohhh... thank you. Normally customers just want to grab my ass and ask me to do other things."

"Take me up on my offer if I win then." Paul smiled as the feeling of faith in his luck was building in him.

She turned her head looking in both directions and then leaned in, whispering to him, "You're cute but you're not going to win. But... I will give you a chance. You win the jackpot, and you can have me right here in the casino. If you lose though, you are giving me half your chips as a tip."

When she leaned back, he couldn't help but smile as he imagined fucking this hot Native American girl and winning money at the same time. His heart was pounding hard, and he knew this was the moment of truth for his luck and all of his faith tested.

He swiped his card and put the wager to ten dollars for a single spin and then looked back at her. "If I lose, then it was worth you smiling and offering me sex. If I win, don't want you being upset or saying you were just joking."

She smirked at him playfully. "I promise... but the odds of you winning the jackpot are not good. If it makes you feel better, I will have lunch with you after my shift if you are a good sport about losing."

Looking at the slot machine, he thought about Tyche and the statue knowing deep down that this was not a dream, and this was her guiding him to the fate she wanted. Pressing the on button, he watched the machine work, feeling his heart racing fast as the fate he thought he had was now being tested.

The symbols for the jackpot lined up and the bells went off with a big fanfare and the lights on top of the machine sounded like the police were coming. The excitement of winning the big jackpot washed over him in joy as he looked over at Sandra smiling as he thought that his fate and faith in Tyche was real and even if she said no, it was still worth it as she guided him to the machine.

"Holy fuck!" she called out as the look of shock on her face made her look like a frozen statue.

Another casino person came over to him and walked him over to a more private area. He went over the legal documents and how the casino would pay out and the options he had as well. Not wanting to risk his luck if there was some left, he took a check for half the amount and the rest in cash.

It was twenty minutes of signing forms and waiting for the money before he walked back into the casino lobby to see Sandra nowhere to be found. He figured she would back out and that there were no hard feelings since he knew she was the person that guided him to his fate.

The small restaurant the casino had was just a buffet and he thought eating before he left was a good idea. His head was racing with ideas of how to spend the money and what things he could try with more luck for the following week too.

Just as he sat down, he saw Sandra sit down across from him. She slid him a keycard for a room. "I will be in the room in twenty minutes. No hitting or weird stuff."

It was a shock to see her actually come up to him and pay up since she had time to get away and not have to go through with it. He thought her integrity deserved something and he reached for his chips that he didn't cash in.

She looked at him with a smile. "Not here."

He nodded and then watched her walk off already feeling his sexual excitement come on. Her ass was tight and yet curved at the same time. Her slim body was not that tall but not short either and she reminded him of how he would never even get a girl like this before.

It was twenty minutes later, and he walked up to the room and knocked on the door. She opened it and he walked in quickly to see her with her casino coat off displaying her very fit body. Her white blouse that she had under the work suit hugged her body and let him see that she had breasts and wasn't small chested.

"I didn't think you were going to pay up," he said, letting his eyes feast upon her body still in awe that this was really happening.

"I didn't think that would ever happen. I thought about it but knew you won fair and square, and I pay my debts," she said as she reached behind her head to take out her bun.

"Besides, you're cute," she said and then let her hair drop down as he saw her straight hair come down to the middle of her back. It was like her hair knew where to fold to make her look amazing without trying. She then turned to him smiling as he knew he was staring.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked in a soft tone like she was flirting and knew the real reason.

"Holy shit, you are hot. I think the real jackpot is you," he said to her feeling deep down that it was true.

As she kicked off her shoes she walked over to the bed. "You are sweet, but I have to be back at work soon, so we do have to hurry."

He walked closer to her and made a move thinking that this was the right time. His lips pressed against her as she let out a soft moan when it happened. He pushed his tongue gently in her mouth and her hands went to his side holding him. He moved his hands to her sides and then up her back feeling her soft lips against his as she was letting him tongue kiss her.

She pushed him back, breaking the kiss. "That was nice, but I only have so much time before my break is over."

He nodded and she got on the bed pulling her pants down, revealing her black panties. She was still sitting up and she then began to unbutton her shirt as he took it as a hint to get undressed himself. As he began to strip, he couldn't help but look at her in awe of how gorgeous she was. He got down to his underwear and saw her just wearing a plain black bra waiting for him.

Jerking off to porn, there were hot girls and normal looking girls. The hot girls always had a body that had either a good set of tits or an okay ass. Sometimes a girl would have both a hot ass and great tits but didn't have a very attractive face. He knew there were very few girls that had all three and seeing her move up on the bed, he figured that fate handed him the perfect girl.

"Come'on, I only have so much time," she commented with a cute smile on her face.

"I can't help but look at you, you're so fucking hot," he joked back and finally got naked himself, showing her that he was already aroused.

"Not so bad yourself," she replied back as the comment sunk in and he loved how it inflated his self-worth.

Looking around he didn't see condoms and then asked, "You have any condoms?"

"I trust you... I am also on the pill," she commented as he then saw her looking at his body like he was looking at hers.

He got on the bed, and she opened her legs letting him see her full flower. She was shaved, but the darker skin color of her pussy lips gave him a more ethnic feel about her. The exotic and sexual nature of her body and her willingness to be with him made his member like a steel rod.

Leaning in and then positioning himself between her legs, he kissed her and then aimed his manhood for her prize. It was a soft push and then a harder one until her tunnel opened up and he fully entered her. His mouth was on hers feeling their lips and then tongue against each other as he pushed in more before finding a rhythm.

Her hands reached for his arms and then his back, feeling his muscles as he rutted deep in her almost pouncing on her body feeling her tight love nest take his length easy. Finding the perfect pace, he began plunging his member in and out of her while still being locked into a kiss feeling her vaginal muscles grip and release.

The harder he went, the more her hands scrambled to find something to grab onto. Feeling her sex become wet and then really wet, he knew that she was loving this. Her soft moans into his mouth as he kissed her got louder before she grabbed his arms tight and broke the kiss.

"Ohhhh... Ohhhh," she called out, looking him directly into the eyes like she was trying to turn him into stone.

Still bucking his hips into her and feeling her wet slit take the abuse, he loved how her eyes enchanted him and continued to stare back at her like he was frozen by her. Her grip loosened up but then became firm again when she moaned without making a noise. He felt the walls of her pussy come like a vise around his shaft.

"Cum deep in me. Cum really deep... cum as deep as you can... I need you to cum deep," she moaned finally as he kept gazing into her eyes feeling powerless to her beauty and demands.

The urge to confess how good it was feeling and how beautiful she was came to him, but the intense sensations of pushing in her tight slick sex robbed him of his speech. He nodded at her lost in her beauty of how she looked while having an orgasm from him fucking her. He could feel his own need to finish coming on but concentrated on making sure not to finish too early.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," he moaned out, still thrusting away like he was an engine.

His body was in a perfect rhythm of pushing in and out of her, feeling her tight pussy walls acting like a wet sheath for him. Looking right into her eyes as he bucked his hips into her body, he could see her staring right back at him. Her soft moans were indicating her pleasure and adding to his knowing she was enjoying it.

Still plunging his member deep in her sex, he could finally feel that moment where his length began to become overly sensitive. The long thrusts all the way in and out of her pussy now made him go faster but also deeper with shortened thrusts. The sensitivity of his cock head felt like he needed to keep it buried deep if not deeper as he continued to burrow it inside of her pussy.

She grabbed his shoulders hard and then saw her eyes close while her pussy got extremely tight. He continued to thrust home in her pussy but the need to finish was coming on too strong. Like an avalanche that could not be stopped, he strained his muscles as the moment was near and then pushed deep letting go.

"Ohhh... yes," he groaned, holding his erection far into her sex feeling his essence flow like a raging river during a flood.

She opened her eyes smiling and holding him still as she could feel her pussy muscles spasming around his shaft as he continued to drain his male seed inside of her. She nodded her head like there was nothing wrong with the world at that moment and she was perfectly okay with having sex with a white guy.

Fucking a Native American girl was not on his bucket list of things to do, but as he had his cock deep in her ethnic pussy spraying sperm, it now became a memory never to forget. He had a feeling that he got lucky with her and not the other way around and there was never a chance with a girl this hot.

He pulled out finally once he finished and could not break his stare as she was not completely naked while still wearing the bra but knew that this was a sight never to forget. He now wondered if she enjoyed it as much as he did. "I hope I was good."

She got up not making a face of approval or disapproval as she grabbed her shirt. A sinking feeling came to him that this was nothing more than a mercy fuck by her for the bet. It was great sex, but Paul could feel the humiliation that he was not worthy of her, and this was nothing more than a transaction she had to do.

Her shirt was on, and she turned to look at him. "I can't do this with you again. Don't ask me if it was good, just don't come back to this casino again."

Her not liking sex was one thing, but never coming back made the question what she was asking him to do. Her saying she couldn't do it again then added to the confusion as she made the bet and could just say no next time.

"What do you mean?" he asked, feeling hurt that she never wanted to even look at him again.

She began to button up her shirt and stopped to look at him. "You're really cute and all, but I can't be dating a white guy no matter how good he is at sex. You probably live far away and that's another problem. If I see you again, I am going to want more, and I don't want to be hurt by some white guy who can't commit."

Her admission instantly made him smile that she did like it and there was something there. Her need for him struck a chord in him that inflated his ego and he had to press her for more. "Can I at least leave you my number or get yours?"

Paul was trying not to smile as her comment about him being cute inflated his sense of self-worth as he loved that a hot girl saw him as cute. She then looked at him holding back a smile and responded with a smile of her own. "What are you smiling about?"

"That you think I am cute and that you want to have sex with me again." He finally gave in telling her and smiling as he did it.

Her big smile was infectious as she stepped over giving him a playful slap on the arm. "Stop, you know what I mean. I doubt you want to date an Indian girl working in a casino."

"Tell you the truth... I would date you in a heartbeat," he answered her, standing up and then grabbing his jeans.

She finished buttoning her shirt and began putting her hair back in a tight bun. "You serious about it... then leave me your number and I will think about it."

He grabbed a pen off the desk and scribbled his name and number on the notepad that was on the desk. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out one thousand dollars from his winnings. With his chips cashed in and knowing that the deal was for the chips, he figured he would use cash instead. He then wrapped the paper with his name and number around the money and looked over to her as she was still fixing her hair.

"Look, I know this looks bad, but I cashed in those chips. This is a tip for winning and nothing else," he said, handing her the money.

She moved her hands from her hair taking the money. "I know... thank you. I never dated a white guy before and I ain't promising anything... but I may give you a call or something."

"Okay... and I don't live that far from here," he replied as he put on his shirt and went to the door to leave her.

Just as he opened the door she called out, "You better not be lying about what you're saying. I don't date liars."

He looked at her and could feel that she was liked him more than she wanted to. "I am not lying, and I don't like girls who lead guys on."

Walking away he wondered if he should have stayed and pushed the relationship further. She was far and away the hottest girl he had been with and knew that his luck really paid out today. The money in his pocket and thought about Sandra made him think that Tyche really had helped him out today.