“He said here’s your money,” I delivered with a smirk, still watching baby in red. She was out of her coat and damn…
“So we’re good then?”
Yeah, she was thick, body sitting nice in the lace dress covering it. It was see-through and offered a visual of her fat ass in her thong. The dress was also short enough to expose her legs. Shit, all of her was on display and I thoroughly enjoyed the visual. So I watched her until she was inside and positioned in line while I finished my call.
“Mel, the fuck you doing?” my brother grunted and I turned my eyes from my distraction and focused on the line of cars waiting to pull up to valet.
“Nothing, we’re good.”
My brother and I had our little side hustle—boosting vehicles, stripping them bitches down, and rebuilding them into something better that we then sold as customized pieces. I had a client in Crescent Falls looking for a bike I’d flown down to Miami and grabbed. The bike was nice as hell, but now had a new owner and my brother and I got two hundred and fifty grand for the handoff.
“Aight, bet. That’s a good look then. You heading back?”
“Nah, I’ll be here for a couple days. I’m about to get into something.”
“Your ass is on that damn island, aren’t you?”
I smirked because my brother knew me. I had been out here a handful of times and fucked with it. Strip clubs weren’t my thing but I could get with all the wild shit they had at Seventh Heaven. Just about anything somebody wanted was available. I didn’t really get down with most of it, and had only been to the second, the fifth, and seventh floors. Anything goes was what they offered on the seventh floor and it was always a good time.Some of the bondage shit they had on the fifth floor was aight, but too much work when I just wanted to fuck.
“Don’t worry 'bout where I’m at,” I asserted.
“Bruh, I don’t get it. You got bitches by the droves and out there paying to play. That shit is wild, Mel.”
“You don’t need to understand it. Not your time or money. I’m about to head in though, so I’ll get with you when I’m heading back.”
“You straight on that?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
I drove up the week prior and parked my bike in storage so I would have it to drive back after I delivered the bike to our client. He paid in cash so I had that in my backpack along with what I needed for the weekend.
“Aight, let me know when you’re moving.”
“I got you.”
I ended the call and made my way inside, watching as ol’ girl handed over her phone. They locked it away and handed her the device she needed to navigate the facility. They also placed a room bracelet on her arm, which meant she had one of the dedicated suites, but I was curious as to what her thing was.
With seven floors she could spend time on, it wasn’t guaranteed I would see her. She finished her check-in and the woman who helped her pointed toward the elevator. I needed to see what her first move would be.
I lifted my duffle, tossed the strap over my shoulder, and headed further into the building to see if I could figure out where she was going. Instead of stepping in line, I went the other way and watched as she entered the elevator, keeping my eyes there until the numbers stopped. Second floor.
Bet.
That would be my first stop too. I hadn’t made up my mind about if I was going to say anything to her just yet. I would checkher out and see what type of time she was on. Stopping on the second floor meant she liked to watch or be watched. My hope was both because we could damn sure watch and be watched together.
Luckily, the line for check-in had gone down so I stepped to the desk and moved through the process—handed over my phone, signed my NDA, and received my room assignment. I really wanted to head straight to the second floor but there was no way in the world I trusted these people with the type of money I had on me. I bypassed sending my things to my suite and decided to do it myself. After that I would change and take my ass right downstairs looking for my entertainment for the night.
My suite wascool but I didn’t take the time to explore. My mind was on finding pretty who would hopefully be my entertainment for the weekend. I locked my money in the safe, jumped in the shower, then threw on briefs, joggers, and slides after rubbing on enough cologne body butter to make sure I wasn’t running around this bitch dusty and ashy. That shit was key to keeping my skin on point and women trying to get close. The personal blend always hits.
Once I was dressed and out of the room, I headed to the second floor to see what I could get into. As soon as I stepped off the elevator, I smirked when I located who I wanted to get into.
She was standing out of the way, watching a couple nearby on a black leather chaise. The woman in the couple was on her hands and knees, her beautiful brown round ass in the air taking backshots from the man. Her head was thrown back, spinearched so deeply I knew that shit had to be painful. Based on the smile on the woman’s face, she had no complaints.
While I watched the couple, another man walked up to them and dropped his pants. The woman licked her lips, opened her mouth, and invited him in. Shit was wild because he stepped closer and she swallowed his dick while watching the woman next to him. The two women wordlessly communicated something because while the one was sucking dick and getting backshots, the other eased onto the chaise, slid beneath ol’ girl, and started sucking her pussy. Two men and a woman. Ol’ girl was a G.
Gotdamn…
I chuckled and shook my head, looking around to check out the rest of the scene. There were men and women performing on stages, women suspended from the ceiling—some on poles—and various other guests around the room enjoying the scenes around them or fucking whilebeingenjoyed.
