Chapter 1
It finally hit her when she looked up to see an old man’s naked butt,
moving slow and languid past Katie and her best friend Serena as they waited to
check in to the resort.
“Oh my God, Serena,” Katie giggled, unable to restrain herself
despite her best efforts.
The old man’s skin was leathered, almost reddish, and he carried a blank
white towel under one arm and what must have been a bottle of Jack Daniels in
the other. From the looks of things, he
was headed to the resort pool, quite long past the need for sunscreen.
“He should really put that towel on, right?” Serena whispered in return,
a conspiratorial smile on her face.
Katie blushed a bit at the sight. Serena
had said the resort here—Punta Hermosa, they called it— was adults only. Now she was getting an
eyeful of what that actually meant . At first she thought it was merely that
children weren’t allowed. And the couple
in front of them certainly didn’t have any children with them.
Frankly, the thought of a week without kids around had sounded splendid
by any measure to Katie. Her part-time
job at the UC campus day care was trying enough, but for some reason the kids
had found an extra burst of energy right during finals week. Somehow she’d
survived, but only just.
Serena was a little taller than Katie, and liked to wear her long blonde
hair down around her neck instead of tied up like Katie’s. She was a tall enough girl to make the
basketball team if she had wanted to, but not tall enough to be really
pressured to.
Hmmph . Katie had always been a little self-conscious
about her thin, almost waifish body, and envied Serena’s sexy figure. Particularly her breasts. They seemed as though they caught enough
attention on their own, after all. Everything
Serena was, Katie wasn’t. Katie was
short and slender, with narrow hips and small breasts and shoulder length dark
brown hair that she wore up in a pony tail. At least she had a cute butt.
“Senoritas?” The voice came from behind the check-in desk from a short, round little
Mexican lady with a huge smile. She was
middle-aged at least, dressed as contemporary a style as a woman of her age
could manage, and sported a very un- Marilynesque mole
in what would otherwise be the perfect spot for it. “You check in?”
The previous couple at the desk had left by now, and Serena hurried up to
the front. “Si, senorita,” she said, her
Spanish halting and unfamiliar to her tongue. “My name is… mi .. mi nombre es Serena.”
“English ok, I understand,” the lady said, her fat cheeks widening into
an even bigger smile, and clacked the keys on the old, worn-looking keyboard at
her desk. “Serena, and
what your last name?”
“My last name is Ferris. Serena
Ferris.”
Clack-clack. “Ah
yes. Serena Ferris. I see you here. You have one king bed, yes?”
Katie shot a glance over at Serena. “We booked two beds, I think?”
The little round lady’s thick brow knotted and she typed some more. “No, I have for one bed. Is ok? Is only room left today. I cannot give two bed .”
“Did you book it wrong?” Katie asked Serena, puzzled. If it was one thing to be at a
clothing-optional resort, it was quite another to share a bed at one!
“I didn’t think so,” Serena said, and pulled out the sheet of paper with
booking instructions they’d printed on her dad’s computer. “See? It’s… oh. One.”
“Is booked one bed. Is okay? I check when one become free and let you know. Is only small charge to change. ”
“Actually, it’s… it’s ok,” Katie blurted
out. “We’re best friends.” Well,
that sounded weird.
“Yeah,” Serena added sheepishly. “Sorry, I clicked the wrong button.”
“No problem. I see you already pay
on your card. Please to give me
card. And I need to see ID.” She reached up her impossibly short