Chapter 76

Actually, I thought, Just one person in the crowd.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a business card. "Call me if you change your mind. You've got some time to kill for now and then we're going to call you all out and announce the winners."

I went to the edge of the stage and watched the other six girls dance, trying to imagine what I would do if there was ever a next time.

Soon enough, the baker's dozen of us were lined up on stage as the winners were announced. Of course, I didn't place, but that didn't matter. I tried to look around the lights and caught a glimpse of McKayla, sitting alone at a table. The look she gave me made my heart race.

A few minutes later, I was back in my hooker outfit and I made my way though the club. A couple of guys asked if I was busy later. I smiled politely and kept going.

McKayla was standing by the time I got to her. There was a wild look in her eyes. She took me by the arm and we headed immediately for the door.

As soon as we were in the car, she threw her arms around me and kissed me hungrily.

"That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen." Her voice was ragged. "If I had a dick, I'd be so hard for you right now."

I kissed her back. "Sweetheart, if you had a dick, I'd take you to Vegas and make you marry me tonight."

"Let's get out of here," she whispered.

"That sounds like a good idea, but don't go home." I said. "Go north on 17 and then out towards the Breakers."

McKayla's eyes got big. The Breakers was an upscale resort not five more minutes away.

"It's almost ten," she said. "Do you think—"

"I've already got us a room, sweetheart," I said with a wink. "Take me there, and don't forget: I'm your whore tonight."

"Hell, yeah, you are," she said, gunning the engine and peeling out of the parking lot. "I'm going to fuck your brains out."

"You're damn right you are."

It's a good thing there weren't any cops out patrolling this stretch of US 17 that night or we would have surely been pulled over for going 40 or so miles over the speed limit.

McKayla pulled up to the valet parking area and we got out. My short skirt and halter-top got me a few curious looks, but when I flashed my room key, the hotel staff jumped right to work and parked the car while we went inside.

The two of us walking arm in arm through the lobby drew some more interested stares from the staff, some disdainful, some excited, but neither of us cared. My desire was nearly over powering.

Once into the elevator, I pressed McKayla up against the wall. She kissed me back. I unbuttoned her jacket and pawed at her breasts. Her hands went to my ass and she pulled me close. I'm sure the security guys were re-playing that tape for months.

The doors opened and we raced to the room. Per my instructions, there was a bottle of chilled champagne next to the bed. The covers were turned down. The curtains were open, giving us a clear view of the ocean. Moonlight reflected off the water.

I grasped at McKayla's clothes. Her pants suit ended up somewhere around the door. Our teeth knocked together. Her kiss was wet and sloppy and delicious. Soon she was standing there in nothing but her underwear. I groped her lovely body, trying to get her fully undressed.

"I want you to fuck me, McKayla," I said, my voice desperate. "Fuck me like a whore."

She pulled back and stared at me longingly for a second. Her eyes flashed with something else for just a moment and then it was gone. Anguish? I couldn't tell in that split second.

"No," she whispered. I blinked in disbelief for just a second. "No, Paige." She said suddenly serious.

"Okay, this sounds serious" I thought.