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Since it was Saturday night, and we had the day off tomorrow, we decided to go out. We were in a cluster of better hotels, and Daz had found a flyer saying that the hotel across the street had a nightclub. Daz also informed us that the drinking age in Mexico was 18.
I made a call to Tracy to invite the girls, and she said she would get it set up. I also called Fritz to let him know of our plans. He, of course, wasn’t happy. I’m sure he would have preferred I’d stayed in my room 24/7, but that wasn’t happening. Fritz did make me wait until he organized the troops. I let Daz know I would meet the team there.
When I came down to the lobby, I smiled. This was what it should look like when a movie star walked into a club. Besides my girls, the twelve ladies from the calendar photo shoot were waiting for me. I thought Fritz had gone a little crazy when he had nine security people, including Nicki and his team. With me, that made almost 30 people. I dared anyone to have a bigger entourage.
Nicki took his team across the street and explained who I was and how many people we had. He then walked through the club to confirm the safety of the seating arrangements. When he stepped out and motioned, Fritz led us across the street. There were a few people waiting to get in who all stared when we were ushered in en masse. Brook and Halle grabbed an arm each and guided me to our table.
An older gentleman was waiting for us.
“Welcome to Casa Cielo, Señor Dawson and Miss James. I’m your host, Señor Garcia. If you need anything that our staff can’t help you with, please ask for me.”
“Thank you. I look forward to having an enjoyable time,” I said.
They’d sectioned off an area for us since they didn’t have a VIP area. I was glad to see they had enough tables so my teammates could all sit next to us. I suspect Tracy must have clued the calendar girls in because they found seats at the other tables with my teammates.
We’d just settled in when the DJ started to play Hey Ya by Outkast. Brook all but dragged me out of my chair.
“Let’s dance,” she announced.
It looked like the other girls weren’t going to let Brook monopolize my time on the dance floor, so they all joined me. If that didn’t inflate my ego, I don’t know what would. They all had moves from being cheerleaders. The one who surprised me was Beth. She hadn’t cheered in almost three years, and I’d always considered her kind of the girl next door. She broke out some sexy moves that put the other girls to shame. Either she’d learned a few new tricks at college, or had been holding out on me.
I was happy to see that Yuri and Roc had asked calendar girls to dance with them. Phil was on the sidelines, looking unsure of himself. Some of my other teammates got brave, and soon we pretty much took up half the dance floor.
As the night went on, I was introduced to ‘real’ tequila. You drank it like you would a good scotch or sipping whiskey. It was much better than the stuff I’d done shots with. I was having a great time getting a little drunk, sweaty, and my dance on.
I noticed that Phil was finally on the dance floor. Zoe had gone and pulled him out of his chair. Once he was up and dancing, he got brave and danced with some of the calendar girls.
I thought the night was going to be a success until I heard a yelp and a crash. It seems a local had stumbled over and made a crude comment to Tracy. Pam told me later that he’d told her she was hot and that he wanted her to suck on his polla. Even Pam figured that one out, and she dumped her drink on his head. I was saved a repeat of Pam and Tracy beating the crap out of a guy when Cassidy stepped in and took him down.
He was begging her not to kill him when two of his friends showed up. That was when it got ugly. Nicki strode forward and chopped one of them in the throat and then punched the other one in the nose. I’ve never seen a nose break so loudly and with as much blood as that. It was almost like Nicki hit him with a two-by-four.
The club’s bouncers decided they needed to break it up. That was when Nicki’s men made their presence known. Two of the bouncers were down before the rest decided they should just contain the crowd.
Fritz grabbed Halle and me and rushed us to the door like we were the President and First Lady, and shots had been fired. Once we reached the hotel lobby, I found Chuck and Paul right behind us.
“Give me your credit card,” Fritz said with his hand out.
I didn’t hesitate and handed it over.
“I’ll go settle up. You two go upstairs to David’s room,” Fritz ordered.
We got to my room, and Halle began to giggle.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Tonight was supposed to be Brook’s night. She’s not going to be happy,” Halle said as she launched herself at me.
I was caught off guard as she pushed me onto the bed and crawled up on me. I was a little drunk, so Mr. Happy had no problem wrenching control of the body from the big brain. Not that the big brain minded. Halle wasn’t wasting any time. She was naked and had my pants undone enough that she could reach her prize. I had a stupid smile on my face as she took advantage of me. Suddenly, the door crashed open.
“You little bitch,” Brook hissed as she stormed in.
Chuck rushed in to see if I was safe and turned beet red.
“I … oh … sorry, Dude,” he said and made a quick retreat.
“Quit being Miss Bossy Pants and join us,” I suggested.
Brook glared at me, but I must have won her over when I gave her a lopsided grin.
“I never dreamed I would do something like this,” she said as she hesitated.
“Please. You’re Brook Davis. You have the male of our species quivering from the sexuality you give off. There’s no way you can tell me you haven’t been with a guy and another girl,” I said incredulously.
“Oh, my God! Brook’s blushing,” Halle said with glee. “Here I thought I was the innocent one.”
“Fine. In the morning, I’ll blame it on the tequila,” Brook said as she began to get undressed.
I realized I’d been doing this tryout phase of the girlfriend search all wrong. I should have two, three, or more of them in bed with me at the same time; that way, it would be easier to compare. Halle must have sensed my mind had wandered because she used her muscle control to remind me of what she was doing.
“Ahhh, man,” I moaned.
“What are you doing to him?” Brook asked.
“If you need to ask …” Halle said with a pleased look.
“Bite me,” Brook said to her friend.
“Sit on our boy’s face, and maybe I’ll kiss you,” Halle offered.
Poor Brook. Halle was tying her in knots. I had to remember that Brook was an only child. She’d never had a brother or sister to torment her.
“Come here,” I said as I reached for her.
Brook got on the bed and let me kiss her.
“I know she’s being a greedy gut, but I promise you’ll have fun,” I said.
“Promise?”
In answer, I pulled her down and kissed her again. Brook got past her fears, and soon she’d taken Halle’s advice, and I began to pleasure her orally. I had to admit that the alcohol probably played a role because the next thing I knew, Brook and Halle were kissing. Mr. Happy shorted out, and I found I had just exploded.
“Did you just get off in me?” Halle asked.
Klaxon warning alarms suddenly sounded in my head. Oh, please don’t be pregnant, I prayed. I was in the moment and hadn’t even thought about a condom. Brook got off me, and when the two of them saw my face, they began to laugh.
“Relax, I’m protected,” Halle said.
“Me, too,” Brook said as she pushed Halle off me so she could take her place.