WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!
Lucy couldn't come down from the high of the poker game. Manipulating the usually pompous men at that table gave her a sense of power that Lucy never realized she longed for. She had won her real hand and brought luck to her man. For a brief moment tonight, she owned that room.
It was well past two in the morning, but if she couldn't sleep, then she might as well pack for their trip. The first things to make it into her overnight bag were ballet flats and comfortable lingerie. There was such a relief in only having to dress for yourself. She was looking forward to a weekend where she had no men to please or look up to - even in heels. There would be fine dining, designer shops, and wine as bottomless as the inevitable girl talk. Best of all, she only had herse
