by A. Anders
More than that, she could see the beach side of the resort from where she stood. The only thing she could reference it to would be Disney World, or more precisely, a manicured water theme park.
Between the hotel and the beach seemed like endless pools. Each of the pools was surrounded by patches of palm trees, and on the far right was what looked like waterslides. The place was simply incredible.
Having arrived early in the day, Cara threw herself onto the bed and planned out her afternoon. Still overflowing with liquid confidence, she decided to get her work out of the way early. Why not head down there now, fight for an appointment, and give him her pitch before the day was done? Cara liked that idea. So, quickly unpacking, she gathered her material and headed down.
Descending in the elevator, she still wasn’t sure what exactly she would say. Yes, she knew prices and delivery models, but what was going to be her actual sales pitch? She didn’t know, but glowing bright red with confidence, she was sure that something would come to her when the time came.
Exiting onto the second floor, Cara wandered around until she came upon office 227. It was then that she felt the rush of the chase. Other than the free beer, there wasn’t much upside to her job. This exhilaration, however, was one.
Feeling her heart thump and the blood rush to her cheeks, she approached the receptionist just past the office entrance.
“Hi.” Cara looked down at the nameplate on the woman’s desk. “Melinda, is that how you pronounce it?”
The receptionist smiled. “That’s close enough. What can I do for you?”
Cara could feel her body tingle with excitement. “I’m wondering if I can step in and speak to Mr. Charles.”
Cara’s ears rung as she waited for a reply.
Melinda stared at her for a moment. “Do you have an appointment?”
Cara felt her chest tightened. She chuckled. “No. But I just flew in from Boston and I was really hoping that I could maybe stop in for a few minutes and talk with him.”
“What is this about?”
“It’s about beer,” Cara said with a devilish smile.
Melinda looked back confused. “Are you a distributor?”
“Yeah. I work with a brewery in Boston and I wanted to talk to him about the possibility of carrying our beer.”
“Okay. Why don’t you wait here and I’ll see if he’s available.”
Cara knew that this was game time. In a few moments, she was either going to be invited in or ushered out. Watching as Melinda left her desk and entered 227 B, she got a glimpse of Mr. Charles. The dark-skinned professional looking man had a mustache and goatee, and wore glasses. Staring at him as he sat at his desk, she could feel the future of her family’s company hanging in the balance. With every second that passed, her heart thumped louder.
It took less than thirty seconds for Melinda to return.
“Unfortunately, Mr. Charles is really busy. He asked if you can leave whatever material you have so that he can take a look at it when he gets a chance.”
Cara’s heart sunk. She had heard that before. Leaving material was always what the client suggested when they were trying to blow you off. It couldn’t be over so quickly, though. Cara had to figure out a way in.
“If he’s busy now, maybe I can set up an appointment with him tomorrow. After all, I did fly all the way from Boston just to see him.”
“You came in just to see him? Honey, you should’ve made an appointment. Mr. Charles is extremely busy this week with the hotel’s soft opening.”
“I probably should have made an appointment, but you know how things go. People are always more receptive when you’re there in person,” Cara said trying to sustain her momentum.
“No, I get that,” Melinda replied. “But he really is very busy this week. Important people are in from out of town.”
“I know, but isn’t there a way I could maybe slip in just for a few moments. I promise I won’t take up much of his time.”
“I would love to do that for you, especially since you’ve come from so far. But the best I can do is get your material and make sure he sees it.”
Cara was heartbroken. Sure, the meeting was just an excuse to get her parents to pay for her trip to the Bahamas, but there was no escaping her sense of failure. Yes, she was going to leave her marketing material with Melinda, but she had gone through this many times before. Leaving your material with the receptionist was like a boyfriend saying “let’s take a break and see what happens.” There was no chance of ever hearing from either of them again.
“Thank you. I really appreciate that,” Cara said forcing a smile.
Pulling out a few glossy one-sheets with tantalizing images of beer on it, she handed two sheets to Melinda and thanked her again.
Disappointed, she walked away and thought about what she was going to do next. Technically she had done what she had come to do. Certainly, her parents or brother weren’t expecting any more from her. In fact, Cara was pretty sure that they were expecting her to fail. It sucked that they were going to be proven right.
Not ready to return to her room, Cara strapped her satchel across her shoulders and decided to explore the hotel. It was all very grandiose looking. There was a lot of white marble and rich dark wood. It had a very indoor/ outdoor feel with open walls that headed towards the beach, yet the temperature was considerably cooler than it was two steps outside the hotel walls.
Winding the long hallways deeper into the hotel, the first thing that caught Cara’s attention was a bar. It wasn’t that she needed a drink, she told herself. She was still kind of on the clock. No, it was about surveying the bar’s layout. It was about scoping out the competition.
“I’ll have a double shot of tequila,” Cara told the man behind the bar.
Filling up a double shot glass, the bartender slid it in front of Cara and she gave him her room number. Cara looked at the filled glass, reconsidered her life’s choices, and then threw the tequila down her throat. It was incredibly smooth which meant that there was clearly going to be a twenty-five dollar charge on her tab.
“Also, can I get a beer? Whatever’s on tap is fine,” she said resigning herself to this being the beginning of the vacationing part of her pretending-to-be-working vacation.
For the next hour, Cara sat on the bar stool nursing her beer. She had to admit that the double shot of tequila might’ve been a little too much. She didn’t know what time it was but she was starting to feel like the 2 AM version of herself. It wasn’t that any guy would do, but really, any guy would do.
As Cara sat on her stool watching too many couples walk past the bar, Cara spotted someone she hadn’t expected. It was Mr. Charles. She was sure of it. And he was walking with someone who had to be one of the most gorgeous men that she had ever seen.
What was Cara supposed to do? Wasn’t this the universe presenting her with her opportunity? She could hurry over to him now, give him the entire sales pitch, and get a real answer before he got to where he needed to go. Was this a moment that she could pass up? She decided not.
Scrambling to her feet she realized just how drunk she was. This was not ideal. The ideal would have been her doing a presentation in his office while she was only a little buzzed. But, a woman does what she needs to do.
“Mr. Charles?” Cara said as she hurried over to him.
“Yes?” He said tersely, though Cara didn’t notice.
“I stopped by your office earlier. I was wondering if you would consider carrying one of our beers in your hotel. I work with a brewery in Boston, we’re award-winning, and I think that it would be a great addition to the hotel’s selection. It’s a very classy beer much like this resort.”
Mr. Charles paused staring at Cara. He looked at her strangely. “Are you drunk?”
“Who, me? No! Why would you think that? I was, however, sampling the selection you have at your bar, you know, for business purposes. But, by no means would I ever approach you drunk,” she said sidestepping so much that she m
ay as well have been dancing.
Mr. Charles gave her a look like he didn’t believe her but decided to let it go. “If you would like us to consider your product, you can leave material about it with my receptionist.”
“I did that, and I tried to make an appointment. It seems that you’re really busy and can’t fit me in.”
“That is correct, Ms.…, I’m sorry, what is your name?”
“It’s Cara. Cara Reeder.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Reeder. I am very busy this week as you can see,” he said gesturing to the man next to him. “But if you leave your material with my receptionist, I’ll take a look at it and get back to you at my earliest convenience.”
“That’s great, and I appreciate that. It’s just that I flew in from Boston just to meet with you, and I was hoping I would be able to do that before I left.”
“You flew in from Boston just meet with me?”
Cara felt a sense of hope enter her.
“You really should have made an appointment,” Mr. Charles said before escorting the gorgeous man away.
“Yeah, that’s what your assistant said,” Cara muttered under her breath as she watched the two men go.
Well, it was official. The work part of her pretending-to-work vacation was done. She was never going to hear from that man again. There was only one thing to do now and that was, slip into a bathing suit, order a few rum punches by the pool, and get herself laid.
On her way back to her room, she realized just how drunk she was. It was either that or the hotel was built on a slope. In her room, she got undressed and then went searching for her one piece. With it in hand, she got a better idea. Why not wear her bikini? She had gone through the humiliation of bikini shopping, didn’t she have to wear the result?
Slipping on the tiny piece of cloth, she then grabbed a towel, her shades, and flip-flops, and headed down. Her priority was to forget everything that had just happened. Finding the right pool and the right handsome stranger was essential for that.
Heading outside, Cara circled the grounds. There certainly were a lot of pools. Learning that all of them were basically the same, she instead focused on the eye candy surrounding them.
There were a lot of couples, an annoyingly large number of couples. But when Cara spotted a swim-up pool bar, she decided she was in love. Not only would she be able to get into the pool and swim to the bar, but there was a single guy leaning on the edge of the bar who was part T-bone and part tenderloin, but all gorgeous hunk a man.
Not wasting a moment, Cara laid her towel on a lounge chair and entered the water. The pool was warm and comfortable. She considered what it would feel like to have sex in it. She wondered if the gorgeous man was interested in showing her.
“Can I get you something?” The young bartender asked Cara.
“I don’t know,” Cara replied. Looking over at the gorgeous man’s drink, she asked, “What are you drinking?”
The hot guy turned and looked at Cara. Cara’s knees went weak. The man was some magnificent shade of tan with hazel eyes and three days’ worth of stubble. He looked like trouble which was exactly the way Cara liked them.
“I don’t know. A lava slide or something. It’s some made up drink that the hotel gives you to use up their cheap rum,” he told her.
“That sounds perfect,” Cara replied. “Make me what he’s drinking.”
The young man turned away and then quickly returned with Cara’s drink. They had it premade in a fountain. Cara then gave him her room number and turned towards the gorgeous man.
“To ‘cheap rum,’” she said holding up her cup to cheers. The man obliged.
“I like a woman who can cheers to cheap rum,” he told her.
“I say, how do you know you’ve been drinking if you don’t have a hangover the next day,” she said with pretend seriousness.
“Good point. And without the hangover, how do you even know that you’re alive?” The guy retorted.
Cara twisted her head and gave him a surprised look. “Oh, you’re dark. I like that,” she said honestly.
“And you’re self-destructive. I like that,” he replied darkly.
“Wait, what makes you think I’m self-destructive. I mean, it’s not like I’m not. It’s just, how do you know?” She asked with a smile.
The guy gave her a look and then turned his body to face her with pretend earnestness. He looked her up and down and gave her a studious “Hmmm”. After another moment, he replied. “I’m going to say it’s because you’re, let me guess, here alone, you’ve been drinking since breakfast, and you just cheers’d me for drinking cheap rum.”
“Am I that transparent,” Cara asked amused.
“Pretty much,” he said smugly.
Cara wasn’t sure if she should be offended. She chose not to. Why? The man was super-hot.
“Then, if I’m so transparent, what am I thinking now?” She asked while thinking of the handsome stranger naked.
The guy looked at her and answered without a second thought. “You’re wondering how big my cock is.”
Cara’s face flushed bright red as she heard the stranger’s words. “Am I?”
“Yep. That’s what you’re thinking,” the guy said confidently.
Cara paused for a moment wondering how she should reply. “Then, how big is it?”
“Enough to make you flop around like a ragdoll in heat,” he stated plainly.
Cara chuckled nervously. Her body was warming up and it had nothing to do with the water. Feeling her sex swell, she crossed her legs to feel the pulse that followed. Wondering how she could get him to prove it, she floated closer to him.
“That’s a bold statement,” she told him.
“Never promise something you can’t deliver. That’s what my daddy always told me,” he said with a smile.
Cara floated over to an unmistakably seductive distance. “If you care to prove it, I have a room right up there,” she said pointing back to a balcony on the sixteenth floor.
“I would like to see it,” he told her.
“Then, follow me,” she said feeling like her body was on fire.
Cara swam away from the bar and then stood in the shallow end of the pool. Scared that he hadn’t been serious, she looked back. He was right behind her. She had to fight every ounce of her being from turning around and jumping on him right there. But instead, she walked to the stairs, retrieved her towel, and then silently led him back to her room.
Behind her closed room door, she turned to look at him. Damn, did he look fine. His smooth chest was rippling with muscles and his knee-length swim trunks barely hid what he had been bragging about. From what she could tell, he hadn’t been exaggerating. His hard cock was huge.
Seeing its outline, Cara’s breath hitched. That slight movement was all she needed to do. With it, the gorgeous man stepped forward and gripped Cara behind the neck. He pulled her body to his and lowered his lips to hers. Opening her mouth, his tongue entered. Finding her tongue, their two tongues danced.
Losing himself in her embrace, the man grabbed her soft body and squeezed it onto his. Cara could feel his pulsing cock against her belly. The feeling drove her wild. And when he untied the strings of her bikini, she was only too happy to be walked back onto the bed.
Having thought about it since he mentioned it, Cara knew what she wanted to do first. Having been pushed on her back she grabbed a hold of him and rolled on top. Still kissing, she reached down and unsnapped his trunks. With it loose, she slipped her hands into her shorts and cradled his cock.
With its thick weight in her hands, she could barely breathe. He wasn’t kidding. The man was huge, larger than she had ever been with. She was desperate to see it. So, pulling away from his lips, she kissed her way down his body until finally, passing his chest and stomach, she ended face-to-face with his luscious cock.
Without hesitating, Cara wrapped her two hands around the gorgeous man’s manhood. There was still enough length remaining to insert into her mouth.
She gently pulled her hands back and forth as she traced the rim of his head with her tongue. It felt glorious to have this powerful, sexy man in her hands. She felt, at once, in control of him and subservient to his strength.
Removing the cock from her mouth, she placed his thickness against her cheek and licked his balls. His manhood was almost the length of her head. He was magnificent. So when he reached down and grabbed the back of her neck returning her to her back, she didn’t have the will to resist.
Expecting to next feel the girth of his tool prying her apart, she was surprised to feel his lips on the inside of her thigh. Spreading her legs apart, he lowered himself between them. The closer he kissed to her pussy, the more her body tingled. And when his outstretched tongue touched her engorged clit, she inhaled with unbridled ecstasy.
Not only was this man a specimen to behold, he knew exactly what to do with his tongue. Endlessly teasing her clit by circling it without touching, every so often he would dip in to flick its flesh. The sensation was maddening.
Sliding closer and closer to ecstasy, she slid even further when he stuck one of his thick fingers into her and brushed her G spot. Making the connection, Cara spiraled into ecstasy. With her groaning as the spasms hit her, he became laser-focused flicking her button with his strong tongue.
Cara was unable to hold anything back after that. The orgasm that came hit hard and landed with an explosion. In the throes of passion, Cara clenched her legs and squealed with delight. He didn’t stop flicking his tongue, though. She had to make him stop. It felt incredible but it was becoming too much. So, finally, when she couldn’t take a moment more, she grabbed the back of her lover’s head and gripped it tightly. With that, he got the hint and mercifully stopped.
Cara’s mind spiraled as the waves of pleasure washed over her. With the alcohol, her world was spinning. She barely knew where she was and she didn’t care. All she knew was there was an incredible man perched between her legs and she wanted as much of him as she could take.
“Don’t think that’s the end,” the gorgeous man said.
