She shakes her butt at me and places her hands on her hips. I chuckle.

“Mind if I shower before I do anything else?” I say.

“Wash off the taste of your airplane man?”

“Something like that.”

The shower is old, but not rotting. By the time I emerge in my panties, it’s nearly three in the afternoon. Too early for dinner, even though I’m ravenously hungry.

“Oooh, baby,” says Karissa as she gazes at my chunky thighs and nowhere-near flat tummy. My hands go up to cover myself as I move toward my suitcase to grab a pair of shorts and a top.

“Yeah, right,” I say. “I have to get into a gym and out into the sun. Look at this whiter than white flabby skin.”

“Un-uh, girl, you sexy. You just don’t see it. And you a natural blonde, too. Mmm-mmm.”

For a split second, I see the genetic male in Karissa. The look she’s giving me is horny teenage boy.

I can’t help it. A nudge of intensity flushes through me, causing my clit to wake up, yawn, and stretch. My girl’s cock-detector has gone off, even if the cock in question hides under a coral dress. I gotta admit, there’s something incredibly hot about Karissa. I’ve never had sex with a girl. Not that Karissa is a girl. But she is. And yet she’s not. I don’t know. Me and my pussy are confused. And intrigued.

But yeah, in that moment I realize I’d like to try a girl. Like Karissa. A girl with a cock. Fucking me.

God, maybe I am just a slut.

I get my clothes on and turn to Karissa. “So what’s on the agenda?”

“Mojitos!” she says.

“But it’s only three in the afternoon.”

“Girl, you on vacation. It’s always time for a drink on vacation!”

Now, this part I could get used to.

Chapter 3

We’re at the Mandarin Oriental on Brickell Key, sitting outdoors on the deck looking at the water and the skyscrapers. I’m sweating again. I’m sitting fucking still and I’m sweating! I feel like I need another shower. Not sure if I’m into this furnace shit. Karissa doesn’t even seem to notice.

I sip my mojito. Damn, that’s strong! That’ll make me forget the heat.

“Mmm-mmm, look at him,” she says, ogling a tall shirtless guy with a chiseled chin and defined muscles sunbathing. “Bet he’d like my cock in his ass.” I laugh. “What are you laughing at?”

“You’re even funnier in person,” I say.

“I tell it like it is. Most guys want to try a dick in the bum, but they won’t admit it. Most love it when they let go all that ‘people-will-think-I’m-gay’ bullshit.”

My logical brain tries to wrap itself around that statement, but the mojito gets in the way.

“Your current boyfriend likes it?”

“Ha! Jaxon won’t have it any other way now.” I laugh again and take another sip. “It took time, though. I let him top me the first few times but then I slowly got all up into him. Now he’s my bottom bitch, the way I like it.”

“So you’re the man?”

“Hell no, honey. I’m the girl. He still the dominant one. I just do the inserting, that’s all.”

“This is so cool. I could never have this conversation with anyone back home. You have no idea. Everybody up there has sticks up their asses too, but not in a fun way.”

“Isn’t that where gay marriage started?”

“Oh, as long as it’s a social justice issue, it’s all cool. But when it comes to actually talking about sexy fun, everybody says ‘ewwwww.’”

“Nobody say ‘ewwwww’ down here. They say ‘oooooh,’ as in ‘oooooh that’s good . . . don’t stop.’”

I laugh again. I think I love this girl.

I finish my mojito and motion for another one to the waitress.

“You should stay,” says Karissa. “Maybe look for a job.”

“Funny you should mention that. I have a . . . uh . . . secret plan to do just that.”

“Oh, you should! We’ll have a great time! I’ll get you all loosened up, don’t you worry.”

“Can I work in your place?”

“At the strip club? Sorry, honey, where I work you need a cock. And not just any cock. A big one like mine.”

The waitress places a new mojito in front of me. I take another sip. Holy fuck, even stronger. My buzz is buzzing. “So, I’m thinking I’ll maybe waitress somewhere until I figure out my next move. Maybe around here, or South Beach. That’s behind us over there, right?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I live on the other side of hell. How will you get to South Beach from my place?”

“Um, is there a bus?”

“There is, but make sure you carry a weapon.”

“Well, I’ll just get a job there and then find a place around here to live.”

Karissa frowns. “Apartments expensive out here.”

I pat my purse again. When the $100,000 plopped into the account two weeks ago, I knew I had to make this move. I just wish I could forget how it got there and what happened to Zander because of it.

“I’m following your lead,” I say as I raise my mojito. “My ass is going to get me rich down here, too.”

Karissa lifts her glass and clinks mine. “To our asses.”

“To our asses.”

Two stunning girls in tiny bikinis scream by on roller skates holding hands.

“Damn,” says Carissa. “Wouldn’t mind being in the middle of that tittie sandwich.”

I nearly choke, then laugh. “Oh right. You like girls, too. I forgot.”

She turns and looks at me with a devilish smile. “Honey, I love dick, pussy, and ass. Everybody got at least two of those.”

Chapter 4

“I’m thinking of switching my name to something sexier,” I say. Although “switching” comes out as swishing. That’s what two atomic mojitos will do to you on an empty stomach.

We’re back at Karissa’s apartment. Her boyfriend Jaxon is coming home from work to shower. Then we’ll get dinner at some expensive restaurant named Bogart.

“Switch your name to what?” says Karissa.

“I don’t know. Abigail Trowbridge is so stuffy, so hoity-toity. Sounds like I have a yacht in Newport and another one in Palm Beach. Down here¸ I want to be someone else.”

“How about a porn star name?”

“Like what?”

“Alexis.”

I laugh. “Alexis Texas.”

“Yeah. Or Tori, like Tori Black. You could be Tori White.”

The alcohol makes me laugh again. “Jayden Jaymes.”

“How about combining two names? Tera Brooke. Mia Jameson. Oh, I know . . . Jayden Raye.”

“Oooohhh . . . I like that. Jayden Raye. I’m Jayden Raye, porn star. Sexxxy. Jayd for short.”

There is a knock at the door. Karissa gets up and opens it, revealing a sweaty, studly, dark-haired Adonis in a cowboy hat, ripped gray T-shirt, jeans, and work boots. His arms are covered in tattoos. I reach down and pick my tongue up off the floor. His shoulder muscles bulge through the shirt, a tribal design pulsing along the striations. My pussy screams hell yeah!

“Jaxon,” says Karissa. “This is Abigai . . . no, I mean Jayden.”

“Jayd for short,” I say.

“Nice to meet you, Jayd for short,” says Jaxon in a deep Southern drawl that sends vibrations straight past my entrance to the inner walls.

He puts out his hand and touches mine. Hot damn.

“Snice,” I say. “Um, I mean, um, it’s nice to meet you. Sorry, I’ve had a couple of mojibos.”

“Mojitos,” says Karissa.

I feel my face turning fifty shades of red as he and Karissa both stare at me.

“She been drinking,” says Karissa.

“That’s how I like my new girls,” he says as he closes the door behind him and kisses Karissa on the lips. What the fuck does that mean? “I’m going to grab a beer and shower up.”

“Sure, boo.”

“Okay.”

The kitchen furniture seems to move out of his way as he walks to the refrigerator, removes a beer, opens it, takes a swig, and then smiles at me.