Free The Summer House by Lee Moore

and kissed me.  My breath caught, and I was suddenly a ball of lust.
     
    I reached around and pulled her closer, so her crotch was up against my stomach.  I could feel her heat radiating through her clothing, and I started tracing the curves of her back through her dress.  I caught a peek and saw the cabbie was watching through the rearview mirror, so I pulled her dress up past her waist so I could get a good grab on her ass.  Her breathing sped up, almost matching my heartbeat.  If my heart didn’t slow down, it was going to explode.
     
    I  moved my hands down along her side as she started pinching my nipple through the fabric of my blouse, trying to work her hand inside.  While she had troubles with my layers of clothing, I simply moved my hands up her sides, inside the dress, until I had them in front of her, cupping each breast.  Both of our breathing was starting to get rough.  It stopped in a heartbeat when the cabbie, who wasn’t paying attention to anything else, had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting a parked car.
     
    “Damn,” I said as she rolled off me, and with a shock, I saw that she had worked one of my coral-tipped breasts out of my shirt.
     
    “Sorry,” the cabbie told us, getting us moving again while we got our clothing back in place and checked our makeup.
     
    “Damn is right, I thought you would have freaked out on me,” she said, biting her lip for a moment.
     
    “So do you like girls?” I asked her, a little unsure of myself.
     
    “I like anything that makes me feel good,” she said with a smile.  It was a sentiment we both shared, at least in theory.
     
    “So what do you think?” she asked me, still flushed, and I pulled out a small mirror.  Lipstick smudges, easy enough to fix.
     
    “I think it sounds too good to be true,” I told her truthfully.
     
    “Well, how about we sign you up and you can find out for yourself?”
     
    “Oh my God, I don’t know.  How much is it?” She whispered it into my ear and I pushed her back immediately.
     
    “Nuh uh, no way.  That’s too much,” I told her.
     
    “Oh, I’ll help if you’re interested.” She grinned.
     
    “How do you have that kind of money?” I asked her, confused.
     
    “You sort of meet… high-end people there.  People who have a lot of money, and I’ve been sort of seeing one of them outside of the club.”
     
    “Oh my God, you really are a slut! You have a sugar daddy!”
     
    “Oh, it isn’t just like that, but I have a card he left me, one he gave me as a gift, but I’ve never used it,” she said, digging through her purse and pulling out a leather card case, with a matte black card with an infinity symbol on the front, and a magnetic strip on the back.
     
    “I don’t recognize the credit card,” I said, looking it over.
     
    “That’s because it’s a club card.”
     
    “You mean, as in house credit like the casinos use?”
     
    “Yes, just like—oh goody, here we are,” she told me as we pulled up to a hotel.
     
    “This?”
     
    “Yes, this,” she said, “let’s go,” she told me taking me by the arm and throwing a couple of twenties on the seat next to the cabbie.  He gave us a pathetic wave and took off.
     
    “It doesn’t look like much,” I said, looking at it.  It looked like any other hotel in Vegas, just older.  The windows all had reflective tint on them, and none of them were open, which was hardly surprising given it’s Vegas.
     
    “The whole place has been gutted and redone,” she told me.
     
    “So what do we, uh, do?”
     
    “Let’s get your sexy ass signed up, and while you’re busy, I’ll go see if I can work some kinks out,” she told me, dropping me a wink. “That is, if Melinda is working this late.”
    “Who’s Melinda?”
     
    “She’s the, er… matchmaker?”
     
    “Matchmaker?”
     
    “Come on, you’ll see.”
     
    We walked in the mirrored doors and I was floored.  We were at a security checkpoint that would make