was a bitch. She'd been difficult since their first interaction with each other, and probably would be until their last.
And a vacation sounds so nice right about now ...
5
“Gary!” Valentine shouted, breaking the tense moment between her and Ari. The Club Room's bartender headed back over. “My new friend and I would like a bottle – we're going on a trip.”
“Well then, bon voyage,” Gary the bartender chuckled, and he dipped behind the bar briefly before producing a chilled, unopened bottle of Grey Goose. She reached for it, but Ari snatched it up, first.
“On me, of course,” he said. She shook her head.
“Of course not,” she corrected his statement. “This is your vacation – all inclusive, darling. The bottle's part of the package.”
Ari smirked, a look he wore often and wore very well, then he leaned down close to her.
“We'll see just how 'all inclusive' this vacation will be.”
Sweet jesus, I'm in trouble.
He led her across the room, and by the time they reached a secluded booth in a back corner, Valentine had fallen completely back into her role as party escort. When Ari sat down, she made sure to sit close to him, their hips pressed together, her calf brushing his knee when she crossed her legs.
“I never saw you here before last night,” she said while he went about opening the liquor. A discreet waitress swept past the table, dropping off two small glasses as she went. “A man like you, I'm surprised you weren't already a member.”
“A man like me is also very busy,” he replied, pouring the vodka into the two cups. “But then our mutual friend Richard got a membership here as a wedding present. I guess he came a week or so ago, couldn't shut up about it. His whole situation is so shitty, I felt like I had to come when he invited me. So here we are.”
“Yes, here we are,” Val chuckled low in her throat. Ari raised an eyebrow at her, then downed his drink.
“So, tell me, Valentine. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
She laughed at him.
“Was that really the best you could do? And isn't it obvious? I'm here waiting for someone like you.”
“I deserved that,” Ari nodded, and she laughed again. “I was promised all access to the best parts of this place. When does that happen?”
Val leaned even closer, pressing herself to his side and smoothing her hand across his chest.
“Baby, you've already got access to the best part of this place,” she whispered in a husky voice.
“Baby,” he mocked her, and he grabbed her hand to stop its progress. “I said all access.”
Valentine grabbed the bottle with one hand, and his hand with her other, then she pulled them both out of the booth. She skipped as she led him out of the downstairs and all the way back up to the Fun Rooms. She stopped in the Bed Room, first. It was always her first stop.
“Have you had the pleasure of meeting the delectable Charice Montclair?” she asked. The busty woman stepped out from behind the bed, her hands on her corseted hips. Her pendulous breasts swung back and forth, her diamond pasties once again in place.
“Oh, you do bring me the absolute best snacks, Saint Valentine,” she sighed, then she gave a loud, echoing laugh.
“Only the best for you,” Val said, kissing the back of Charice's hand when she offered it.
She didn't offer it to Ari, though. She walked right up to him and forced him against a wall, pressing her curvaceous body against his and pinning him in place. He chuckled and held up his hands.
“Cute. This is cute.”
“Oh, you're cute,” Charice laughed, pinching his cheek briefly before slapping it. “Boy, I could eat you up and shit you out, and you'd ask me for more.”
“I have absolutely no doubt of that, ma'am.”
“Mmm, you are one fine specimen,” Charice grunted, running her hands down his body. Valentine almost laughed at the look of annoyance and boredom washing over Ari's face. “Give me an hour with him, and I'll make him speak in tongues.”
She moaned, then wiggled her hands behind him and squeezed his butt.
Val tapped her finger thoughtfully against her chin. Normally, this was always her plan of action – Charice would fuck literally anything that came through the door, and that was just her starter act. There was very little the woman wouldn't do. Val could leave a date there and easily burn an hour of their time