They. Were. Everything. I was definitely gonna get railed tonight.
I made a mental note to do more custom orders for Odegaards - especially with 12 hour turnaround times for only $100K - and then snapped a selfie of us as the plane rolled to a stop in the terminal.
“Welcome to Miami, ladies,” said the pilot over the intercom. “It’s currently 82 degrees with a chance of thunderstorms in the forecast. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”
A little humidity never stopped me. Miami was my bitch!
Esme opened the door and warm, humid air flooded into the plane. But what really got my attention was who was standing on the tarmac.
“Damn it!” I said. “What are you doing here?”
Chapter 4 - Ash’s Worst Nightmare
Friday, Sept 13, 2013
Ghost narrowed his eyes. “We need to talk.”
“We do,” I agreed. “Your suit is a mess. You look like you just came out of a tumble cycle. You should really keep your suits in better condition.” I strutted down the stairs of my private jet and straightened his lapel.
He growled.
“Why are you here? I told you - no boys allowed at my bachelorette party. So unless you’ve taken the Strippocratic Oath…”
“You’re in danger.”
“Ooooh. What kind of danger?” I bit my lip. I hoped he was about to have his way with me. I loved when Ghost lost control. “Do tell. Is a kidnapper after me?”
“Yes.”
I put my hands to my face in mock surprise. “Oh no! Not a kidnapper! Is he going to take me and make me suck his big cock?”
“This isn’t a fucking joke. If it was, I wouldn’t have just spent an hour getting bounced around that damned cargo hold.”
Ah, so that’s why your suit is so sloppy looking. “Aww, Ghostie. I knew you loved me.” I gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Ow, stubble much? He could learn a thing or two from Teddybear. Teddybear knew I liked my men clean-shaven.
“I’m just doing my job.”
“Oh really? Because it kind of just seems like you’re jealous that you won’t be the guy who gets to ruin my bomb-ass bachelorette makeup with a thick cumshot. But don’t worry…this make-up is legit. It’ll take a massive cumshot to fully ruin it.” Like the ones you deliver, you naughty boy.
He growled again.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you wait on the plane for me? If none of the strippers are hot enough, I’ll let you do the honors.” The odds of that happening were almost 0. But it didn’t hurt to have a backup plan.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Yes I am. Or have you forgotten about the little video we made?”
He reached into his jacket pocket and handed me a grainy photo of a Samoan shoulder tatt. “This is Luigi Locatelli’s enforcer. I have good intel that he’s here in Miami. Good luck not getting kidnapped by him tonight.” He slapped the picture onto my chest and turned to walk away.
To anyone standing on the tarmac he must have looked so hot strutting his stuff. Which gave me an idea…
“Wait!” I called.
He stopped and turned back.
I tossed him my phone.
“We need a slow-mo video of us getting off the plane.” I ran back up the stairs. “Come on, girls!” I waved back into the plane for them to come join me.
“I probably didn’t hear this right, but did he say something about us getting kidnapped?” asked Ash.
“Oh, you know Ghost. He’s just being a drama queen.” I flipped my hair and strutted down the stairs again. This time trying to make Ghost drool. What? Sue me. I had a thing for Ghost. I wanted him to growl my name while pounding me from behind.
I got it perfect on the very first take, but someone - *cough* Ash *cough* - totally flubbed it. It was like she had never walked in heels before. So I had her swap her 6” heels out for some flats. Take two was better. But still not perfect. Take three was perfection.
“Thanks, Ghostie!” I said. I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Now go wait on the plane like a good boy.” I slapped his ass and shooed him off.
And then the sky opened up.
“Ahhh!” I screamed. “Ghostie! Save us!”
He just grunted and walked off. But somehow the rain never touched my head. Or any of my bridesmaids.
I looked around in confusion.
Was this a bachelorette party miracle? The work of God?!
No. It was the work of Teddybear.
He’d come out of nowhere with two umbrellas and saved us from getting absolutely drenched.
“Teddybear! My savior!”
He smiled down at me.
“Get us to Club Ice without any of us getting a drop of rain on our dresses, and I’ll give you a special surprise next week.”
He nodded and walked us over to a limo.
Fifteen minutes later we were at Club Ice. Teddybear once again held umbrellas over us as we walked to the entrance of the club. The rain dripping off the ice-like façade created a cool melting effect.
“Don’t we have to wait in line?” asked Ash, pointing to the massive line wrapping all the way around the building.
“Watch and learn.” I strutted right up to the bouncer. But he moved to block our path.
“ID please,” he said.
“It’s my bachelorette party.” I pointed half at my bride-to-be sash and half at my breasts.
“I still have to make sure you’re 21.”
What the hell? It was annoying, but I’d planned for it. I reached into my clutch and pulled out a fake ID for each of us. “Here you go.”
He took them and squinted. And then he disappeared into the club.
“What’d you just give him?” asked Ash.
“Our IDs.”
“But…my ID is in my clutch.” She pulled it out and waved it around.
“Put that away! I gave him our other IDs.”
“Other IDs? Like passports?”
“No,” said Slavanka. “Chastity use fake documents. Illegal. And sexy.”
Ash’s eyes got huge. “Fake IDs?! Are you trying to get us thrown in jail?”
“No. Be cool. I bet he just went inside to make sure the VIP lounge is ready for us. Why are you so wet, by the way? Did Teddybear forget to cover you?”
Ash mumbled something.
“What was that?” I asked.
“It’s sweat,” she said a little louder. “Lying makes me nervous.”
“We’re not lying. We’re getting into the hottest club in the city. If it makes you feel better, it’s not even a strip club.”
“Really?” She looked a little relieved.
Which was weird. She needed more banana juice ASAP.
“Really.” I motioned to all the douchy guys lined up. “Do those guys look like they’d be waiting in line to see a bunch of male strippers?”
“No.”
“He does,” said Slavanka, brazenly pointing at a guy in a very nice pair of loafers.
“True.”
The bouncer returned and handed me our IDs. “Welcome to Club Ice. It’s our pleasure to host your bachelorette party this evening. The VIP lounge is the first door on the right.”