Just My Luck! A Short Drama
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 8: Makeover
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 8: Makeover - A down-on-his-luck accountant is murdered, resurrected, and thrust into a whirlwind of corporate intrigue, romance, and second chances in Just My Luck!, a sharp, witty drama where bad fortune might just be the best thing that ever happened. This is patterned after Chinese Short Dramas, just 23 chapters.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor Workplace Paranormal Polygamy/Polyamory
We went to the address on my driver’s license. I hoped I still lived there. Maybe I moved and hadn’t changed my address. My key fit the lock and I opened the door to look in. What a mess. I was embarrassed to have two beautiful women accompanying me into the hellhole.
“You’ve been ransacked!” Romy cried.
Oh! Yeah, it didn’t look like normal crap from just being a rotten housekeeper.
“I hope so,” I said, looking at the mess. I hoped I didn’t live like this.
Furniture was overturned clothes were scattered. I looked at the table that functioned as a combination eating and working space. But something was wrong.
“My computer is gone,” I said, looking at the empty spot on the table. The printer and hotspot were still there, but there was an obvious bare spot. It could only be the place for a laptop.
“Oh, no!” Anya said. “Our company financials. This indicates the attack on you yesterday was definitely because of your work with me. I’m so sorry, Neil.”
I shook my head.
“That doesn’t seem right,” I muttered. “Something else is off.”
“I suggest we pack up anything Neil needs or wants and leave. We can send someone over to clean the place sometime this week,” Romy said.
“As heartbreaking as losing our company data is, you’re right. If they didn’t find everything they wanted, they could come back at any time to finish the job,” Anya said.
I came out of the bathroom with glasses on. I had a spare pair in there and I could at least see clearly.
“There’s insulin in the medicine cabinet. I don’t see a test kit. I must have had it with me when I was attacked,” I said.
“What do you want us to take along?” Romy asked.
“Um ... Not sure. Clothes, I suppose. I don’t see much of anything else that really rings a bell. Maybe I should change into my own clothes, too.”
“We can give you some privacy,” Anya said. “Or just pack everything and change later. Your clothes might be recognizable by someone.”
Romy opened the closet and began laying items out on the bed. We’d brought some boxes with us in the SUV, so I just started shoving things in without really paying attention. Anya was emptying the baskets on the shelves in the closet. That was where my underwear and socks were. I was pleased to see I had a couple pairs of shoes. I stepped into the bathroom to grab my medicine and toiletries.
“Oh!” Anya cried.
I rushed back into the room to find her tumbling back from the shelves. I managed to catch her just as I collided with Romy rushing to her aid as well. The three of us bumped our heads together and ended up with our faces pressed against each other in a typical anime moment. Sort of. I wasn’t actually kissing either of them, but we were darn close. I had something soft and squishy in one hand and realized where I’d caught Anya. We all jerked away from each other and I turned away. Not fast enough to avoid seeing the bright blush crossing both women’s faces as my own heated up.
“Pervert!” Romy said. “How dare you molest Anya.”
“It was an accident!” I exclaimed. “I just tried to catch her when she fell.”
“I was there,” Romy insisted.
“Drop it!” Anya said. “It was nothing intentional.”
“What were you trying to do?” I asked.
“There’s a satchel up on the top of the shelves,” Anya said. “I thought I could reach it if I stepped up on the bottom shelf. I lost my balance.”
“Let me,” I said, stopping Romy from climbing the shelves.
She was at least four inches shorter than Anya and I didn’t want to end up clutching her breast, too. Well, maybe I did want to, but I wasn’t going to risk either woman’s anger. I grabbed the satchel from up high, almost completely hidden from sight. If Anya hadn’t been looking almost straight up, she couldn’t have seen it. It was heavier than I expected and I felt Anya’s hand on my back to steady me.
“What the hell do I keep in here?” I said, setting the satchel on the bed to open it.
“It’s a laptop! And papers!” Anya said. “It’s the laptop I gave you. Did you have another laptop on your table?”
“Hmm. I don’t exactly remember. It makes sense, though. I think trashing the rest of the room might have just been in frustration,” I said.
“Do we have everything you want?” Romy asked. “We shouldn’t spend any more time here than absolutely necessary.”
“Yes.”
We all grabbed the boxes and miscellany we’d put on the bed and headed for the SUV. I started to grab the sheets and towels, but Anya waved me off.
“Unless you only want to sleep on those particular sheets, there’s no reason to take them to my house.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
Dr. Jamison was the only one in his office when we arrived. It reminded me more of what you’d expect from a small town or rural doctor—maybe even someone who saw most people on house calls. However, he did have a lot of equipment there.
“We’ll give you some privacy,” Anya said.
“Actually, I’d appreciate it if one or both of you stayed,” I said. “I don’t think I can fully trust my memory. It would be helpful if you listened in on whatever Doc says.”
“We’re not going to watch you undress, pervert,” Romy snarled. She sure seemed to be convinced that I was some kind of sex offender. Doc just chuckled.
“He’s only going down to his briefs,” he said. “I want to take chest, head, and limb x-rays. Actually, it would be helpful if you acted as an assistant. That’s your job, isn’t it?” he asked, looking directly at Romy.
I had a feeling he was enjoying teasing her. Nonetheless, once I was down to my briefs, Romy helped position me on the table and in front of the chest x-ray. He clicked a lot of pictures as he and the women ducked out of the room during each exposure. I wondered how much I’d been bombarded with radiation. I pulled my clothes back on as he loaded the pictures onto his large-screen computer.
“It’s great being able to read these digital x-rays instead of processing film,” he said. “Look here. You can see freshly knitted bones at over a dozen break points. Look at the ribs! This shows the chest cavity having been crushed completely. No. Neil, it’s not possible for you to be alive, let alone up and walking!”
“Do I have a heartbeat, Doc?” I asked.
He actually held a stethoscope to my chest and then nodded.
“Strong and steady. While your skin is still recovering from the bruising, I can’t see any sign of organ damage. The only lasting effect seems to be your loss of memory. I would guess that’s going to be a non-issue in the future. You’ll gradually recover your memories.”
“So, all I need is a test kit for my diabetes?” I asked.
“I’m not even sure about that,” Jamison said. “Of course, I want you to get one, but with the way everything else in your body is healing, that might be a thing of the past. You’re a lucky guy, Neil.”
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