Chapter 4 - Noelle
Noelle
I expect to step into a glade of shamrocks, so when I walk through the portal into a dark, empty corridor, I’m disoriented and stand still. The leprechaun dude follows me through the doors and bumps against me when I don’t move.
“Uh, where are we?”
He giggles at me and his high-pitched voice grates on my nerves. Why did they have to send me a perverted, annoying leprechaun?
“We’re at The Shamrock Bar to meet the man you looooove.”
The way he stresses the word ‘love’ sounds mocking, which doesn’t endear him to me.
“I don’t love him,” I mutter stubbornly. I mean, I can’t get that attached when he’s only a dream guy, right?
“Well, whatever it is, follow me.”
He skips down the hall and I realize my purse with my extra panties didn’t come through the portal with me.
Well, that’s annoying. The leprechaun guy is fast for having such short legs so I rush to keep up.
Fuck me and my heels every single time. I vow to myself to wear tennis shoes next time.
That thought gives me a mental pause. What’s the next holiday?
Easter? FUCK, isn’t that the end of April? Shit, I better make tonight count.
Stumbling, I catch myself with a hand on the wall barely avoiding a fall.
Ugh. I force myself to pay attention to where I’m stepping.
I’m so focused on the ground I don’t notice the tingles running through my body until my nipples harden almost painfully.
Oh yeah, this… I’m not sure why it surprises me every time, but I seem to forget that the air in these places makes me horny.
I was already turned on thinking of Nick, but now my pussy aches to be filled and I can tell I’m even more wet.
Hopefully, if I’m asleep on the toilet in the bar and take off my panties, I toss them in the trash instead of stuffing them in a weird spot for someone to find later.
No one is going to want my used panties after tonight with how wet I am.
Up ahead, a light appears at the end of the corridor and the dumb-ass leprechaun dude tells me to hurry it up.
Doesn’t he see my heels? The sound of people talking, glasses clinking, and laughter fills the air.
The volume increases the closer we get to the end.
When we exit the hallway, we’re in an enormous bar that stretches to the length of my range of sight.
It’s a sea of leprechauns doing all sorts of depraved sex acts, along with usual bar activities, like darts and pool.
It’s amusing to see them playing pool because the tables are normal-sized so the leprechauns have to stand on top. They have to walk around the wooden edges and bend over to take their shot. Giggling at how hilarious it looks, I wish I had time to watch them play longer, but I need Nick’s cock.
I turn to ask my guide where to find Nick when a small dart flies close to my head. I flinch. Jesus Christ!
“Oh hey, watch out!” A fat leprechaun yells at me and I want to flip him the bird. Maybe he should watch where he’s tossing his darts?
“Noelle, over here.” I turn and my guide is beckoning me away from the pool players.
I hurry over to him, almost tripping over some leprechauns when they run in front of me.
“Your man is at the bar. See?” He points to the long bar and he’s right, Nick is there waiting for me.
“NICK!”
My heart leaps into my throat and I try to get over him, practically kicking a bunch of bawdy leprechauns doing God knows what out of my way. I don’t look close enough to see and I don’t want to know. Nothing is going to stop me from getting into Nick’s arms.
When I finally reach him, I throw my arms around him, kiss him hard, and feel like I’ve come home.