The Lucky Leprechaun - Sex Stories

The Lucky Leprechaun

... red hair and a matching beard, and next to him was a crumpled green bowler hat. Lots of people dressed like that today, and he must have hidden in the pub after I closed up. I'm gonna prosecute, and he's gonna wish he snuck out of our bar, instead of sneaking into it.

I grabbed a roll of gaffer tape from under the bar, knelt down, and wrapped it around his ankles. I was surprised by the small size of his feet. Then I rolled him over and noticed how short he was. His wrinkled face looked much older than I expected.

"Well, isn't that wonderful?" I pinched myself. "It looks like I've captured me a Leprechaun!"

I carried the inert figure around to the customer side of the bar, slid a barstool up tight against it, and then propped up the little man on it. I laid his head forward onto the bar so he wouldn't fall, poured myself a shot of whiskey, and waited for him to wake up.

He stirred with a groan and raised his head. "Where be I?" he shouted.

"My name is Millie and ye be in the Lucky Leprechaun pub." I pointed to the shillelagh lying across the bar. "But tonight is not lucky for ye, ye thief!"

He shrugged. "Have ye seen me hat?" he asked.

I went to the house side of the bar, picked it up, and placed his hat on the counter.

"Lucky I was wearin' me hat, or me head would be mashed in. Well, you caughts me fair and square, so I suppose ye be wantin' me pot o' gold."

"You're not a real Leprechaun, are ye?" I asked.

"Fer sure, fer sure. That is what I'd ...

... be."

He was probably lying, but if he was a real Leprechaun, I wasn't about to fall for one of his tricks. "We do well enough here and don't need yer money. If ye be grantin' wishes, I'd like ye to cure my husband's cancer."

"I'm a miracle worker, Millie, not a doctor. Curing cancer is not one of me gifts. But I can wish good fortune on yer bar."

"I'll take that for now," I replied. "What were ye doing here in the dark?"

"Looking for a shot of me favorite Irish Whiskey. It's hard to find in America, even here in Boston. Ye has a bottle of it right over there behind yer bar."

I saw the Leprechaun tilt his head and smile at me, his meaning was clear. "Never let it be said that the Lucky Leprechaun turned away a thirsty customer." I grabbed the bottle and poured each of us a shot.

He picked it up and swirled it in his glass, breathed in the vapors, then held up the glass. "To Ireland!" he said.

"To Ireland!" I replied, and then we both took a sip.

"Wonderful stuff. Thank you for your kindness, Millie. I suppose ye be keeping this gaffer tape around me ankles so ye can show me off to the TV news people in the mornin' and tell everyone how ye caught a Leprechaun."

He didn't look dangerous with the lights on. I found a utility knife and sliced off the tape. "When I was wee, me mum would tell me stories about Leprechauns, fairies, and other fanciful things. I would love to have a girl of my own one day, and tell her those same stories. But once people learn ...