Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (22 page)

I let out a wail of pleasure having him deeper inside me and his fingers continuing to massage the mound between my legs.
 
It had grown swollen at his touch, intensifying the pleasure I felt.
 
My cries now echoed against the hard bathroom walls.

“John…I…can’t…”
 
It was over.
 
My body tensed in orgasm, stayed vertical only by the warmth and strength of John’s arms.
 
Rather suddenly, he lifted me off of him as he released his own orgasm on the floor of the shower.

I wobbled on my feet, rinsing off briefly before grabbing my towel.
 
“That was wonderful.”

“Yes it was.”
 
He kissed me as he walked out of the bathroom.

Wrapping myself in a towel, I retreated to the walk-in closet.
 
I had to choose something to wear to dinner.
 
Janette gave everyone extra time to prepare, making me wonder if I should put some effort into my outfit.

I grabbed my black bustier, a black mini skirt, garter and thigh highs.
 
Once dressed I walked back through the room to the bathroom.

“What?” John yelled.
 
“You can’t wear that and expect me to let you out of this room.”
 
He laughed.
 
“I’m going to have a stiffy through dinner.”

“I’ll have to beat the horny women off with a stick then!”
 
I laughed and ran into the bathroom.
 
Spending some extra time putting my hair in rollers, applying a bit more dramatic makeup, it took me nearly an hour to get ready.
 
I had spoiled John by hurrying in the past.

“Please, please hurry Candy.
 
I’m starving!” he pleaded.

Truth was, I was also famished.
 

“Sorry for making you wait,” I said as I left the bathroom.

“Wow!”
 
John’s mouth hung open.
 
“It was worth the wait.”

“Let’s go, I’m hungry as a bear.”
 
I hooked my arm inside his.

The dining room was packed and everyone had dressed up a bit more than the day before.
 
I spotted Janette waving us over to her table.
 
My wonderful friend had saved us seats.
 
It wasn’t controlling, she was sheltering us.

John and I both smiled and waved back to her as we made our way over to her table.
 

“Thank you for saving us a spot, Janette.
 
Seems I should have hurried a bit more.”

“Nonsense, you look stunning!
 
There are bottles of wine open on the table.
 
There’s a dark red and a white wine.
 
If I were you, I’d choose after you grab your plates.
 
If you don’t’ like wine I can get you something else.”

“Wine is fine,” I said smiling, “but I’d better get him up to the buffet before he starts taking food off your plate.”
 
I kissed John’s cheek.

The buffet looked better than the night before, if that was possible.
 
It was worth the extra minute to stand to have a fresh pre-cracked lobster delivered to me, even if I did feel silly carrying two plates back to the table.

Janette suggested the white wine with my dinner.
 
She poured a glass for me as I enjoyed the buttery lobster.
 
John had the prime rib, and red wine that Janette never let get half full.

With our belly’s full we enjoyed coffee and conversation with Janette and her friends.
 

“Let’s go down and enjoy the DJ,” Kayla suggested.

“Do you want to go dancing?” John whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

“I’d like to meet more people,” I said, “dancing or at least enjoying the music sounds good to me.”

“You kids enjoy the music.
 
James and I have plans.
 
Enjoy your evening,” Janette said.

We went down toward the lagoon area, Jason and Kayla following us.
 
There was already a nice crowd gathered.
 
We found a table big enough for the four of us.
 
I wasn’t sure how to enjoy their company and avoid being their playmates at the same time.
 

“Hi guys!”
 
Mira and Diana called as they approached our table.
 
“Can we sit with you?”

I hugged them both.
 

“Let’s find a bigger table.”
 
John suggested.

“You guys can have ours, we’re going to the room.”
 
An older couple offered their table behind us.
 
John thanked them and slid the table over, then grabbed the chairs.

A lady in a grass skirt and coconuts came to get our drink order.
 
I was craving an espresso martini in the worst way.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have those on the menu.
 
But we do carry espresso.
 
Would you like to come talk to our mixologist?”
 

“What?
 
They’ll just let me tell them how to make a drink?”

“Yes ma’am, we aim to please.”
 

“Go on, I’d love to try one!” Mira encouraged.

“Okay then, I’ll be right back.”
 
I followed the girl back to the bar.
 
She explained why I was there.

“Hello beautiful,” the guy behind the bar said.
 
“What would you like?”
 
Definitely an islander, the guy had very dark skin and hair.
 
His dark skin made his white teeth gleam.
 
I would bet my next month’s salary he got propositioned by a good share of the women here.

“An espresso martini.
 
Do you know how to make them?”
 
I asked.

“Do you?”
 
He flashed me his million dollar smile and leaned in on the bar.
 
This guy was good.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”

“Well bring your pretty little behind back here and show me how it’s done.
 
Who knows, it could be a new special here.”
 
He lifted the piece of bar separating him from the masses so I could slide in.

“First, I need two shots of espresso, good quality of course.”

He smiled, “there’s only good quality ingredients here ma’am.”
 
He turned to the back of the bar and started the espresso maker.

“Okay, I’ll need a martini shaker filled with ice, a shot glass for measure, because I’m no professional.”

“Thank you for that sideways compliment ma’am,” he teased.

“You’re most welcome.
 
I don’t know how you guys do the whole counting thing while pouring or the tricks while mixing.
 
We’ll just do this the lame way.”
 
He handed me what I asked for.
 
“Now I need Kahlua, vanilla vodka and Irish cream.”

He looked at me for a moment then went to work gathering what I needed.
 
He also brought a vanilla pod.

“What’s that for?”

“Just wait and see.”
 
He didn’t hesitate for more questions as he went to retrieve the espresso.
 

“It’s two shots of espresso, one shot each of the vanilla vodka, Irish Cream and Kahlua.”
 
I measured it all out, shook it up and poured it in the martini glass he’d had chilling for me already.
 
I poured the remainder of the shaker in a shot glass and handed it to him.

“Damn!
 
That’s good.
 
Now pour everything back in the shaker.” He demanded.

“What?”

“Humor me,” he said as he winked.

Pouting that he was going to ruin my masterpiece, I poured my glass back into the shaker.
 
He grabbed a small thin knife and sliced the vanilla bean.
 
He scraped the insides out and put them in the shaker then shook it up.

After pouring the contents into two shot glasses, he slid one to me and took one for himself.
 
“Taste.”

I sipped at it.
 
Dirty bastard made a better martini than I did.
 
As a matter of fact, his was so much better that I finally knew what my hometown bartender, Enrique did.
 
He added a touch of vanilla.

“That’s freakin’ delicious!”

He laughed, “been doin’ this awhile ma’am.
 
Natural vanilla is a flavor enhancer.”
 
He poured the remainder of the shaker in several shot glasses, put them on a try and handed it to the waitress.

“Take these to her table.
 
Let me know how many people want one.
 
I’m betting all the ladies will like it at least, so I’ll get some espresso brewing.”

“I didn’t get your name,” I said to the bartender.

“Chuck.”

It hit me funny.
 
I expecting something more exotic sounding.

“Chuck, I’m Candy.
 
Thank you for letting me invade your workspace.”

“Thank you for the recipe.
 
I have a feeling I’ll be making these a lot tonight.”
 
He grinned at me again.
 
What is it with tall, dark, beefy men that sent me over the edge?

I followed the waitress back to the table.
 
Kayla, Mira and Diana all wanted one of my martini’s.
 
I saw the waitress hold up three fingers to Chuck who laughed and started mixing away as she took the order of the men at the table.
 

“Candy, these are orgasmic!”
 
Kayla took a big gulp of her martini.

Part of me wondered whether or not I should warn her about their potency.
 
The other part of me just wanted her to go away.

“Dance with me,” Mira asked.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Looking back I saw the look of disappointment spreading across John’s face until Diana grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his seat.
 
The music was loud on the dance floor, which was packed.
 
It was part dancing, part groping.
 
While I was dancing with Mira, a random girl I had not met was grinding against me and a pair of male hands came in and out of the picture groping us casually.

I began to relax when John moved in to dance behind me.
 
While I didn’t need a bodyguard, it certainly felt nice to be sheltered by him.
 
Clearly aroused, John pressed himself against my back.

After three songs, I began to get a little overheated.
 
I grabbed John’s hand and we retreated to our table.
 
I lit up a smoke and ordered another drink.
 
Kayla was still sitting there gulping down her martinis.

“How many have you had?” I asked, growing concerned.

“Why?”

“I’d stop after three or four and switch to something lighter.
 
Those pack quite a punch.”
 
I lit a smoke.

“I’ve just ordered another.
 
I’ve only had a couple.
 
Mind your own business.”

Yep, they were kicking in.
 
Her words were starting to slur.

“Fair enough,” I agreed.

“Ms. Kavana?” the lady in the grass skirt was behind me, tapping my shoulder.

“Yes.”

“I have a note for you.”
 
She handed it to me and left without saying a word.
 
I opened it.

Candy,

I’ve taken the liberty of having fruit, sushi and champagne delivered to your room.
 
James and I are occupied tonight, so we’ll leave you to have your own fun.
 
There is a box of party favors under your bed.
 
Enjoy!