Chapter 5: Lauryn

After taking a brief shower, I throw on a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater before rejoining Samantha.  Walking out, I over hear her on the phone, "Yes, that is perfect.  We will be there in about two hours." 

I waltz out and sit down on the couch next to her, "What was that all about?"  

"I just set up our weekend getaway.  Today and tomorrow we are going to party hardy in New York City, so go pack a bag and I will meet you back here in about a half an hour.  Make sure you bring a swim suit and the hottest outfit you have for the night clubs.  Speaking of that, I need to run and grab a couple things from my place.  Love ya."  She gets up and lets herself out.

What did I just get into?  I find myself wondering before I rush to pack some things for the trip. 

Samantha has always been the type who goes off and just does whatever the hell she wants, when she wants.  Her parents are well to do, so it's not like she has anything to ever worry about.  Even when she got in trouble with the law, they took care of it.

I remember a time when she was pulled over for drunk driving.  As soon as they found out who her parents were, they let her off on a technicality.  If it would have been me, I would be in jail right now for the next couple of years. 

Then again, I would never drive drunk.  Of course, this is me we are talking about.  Ms. I have only had sex with two guys in my life till last night and my step dad didn't really count.  Most women at the age of 30, have had extensive relationships.  Me, one and that didn't even go over well.

Neville, was in a class of his own.  One minute he would bend over backwards for anyone and the next he back stabbed them.  I had to learn this the hard way, when I found out that he screwed half of the cheerleader squad, while he was dating me. 

It didn't take a genius to figure that out when the pics showed up on his i*******m account. Soon after, he went away for four counts of statuatory rape. He was 23 and they were 16. Like I said, he was a piece of work.

After that, it took a long time before I could trust anyone again.  To tell you the truth, I'm not too sure I can now.  So when that stranger come knocking at my door, it took all the willpower in the world to not just ignore him and go back to sleep.

Honestly, I am really glad I didn't.  That was the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life.  I mean come on, a gorgeous man knocks on your door.  He rushes in to make love to you and then leaves just as quickly.  I couldn't have come up with a better wet dream and it was real.  Hell, that alone can fuel my dreams for years to come.

Somehow, I manage to snap myself out of it and pack right before Samantha knocks on the door.  Grabbing my slinky hot pink swimsuit and my little black dress, I rush to the door and let her in.  I watch as she stands there impatiently waiting for me.

"I see that you decided to have some fun tonight."  She eyes me up and down and I start to blush as she looks over my outfit. 

"O.K., so you think it's too much?"  I pull down my teal mini skirt and tan crop top that shows a little too much cleavage for my taste, but should catch the eye of any guy looking.

"No, I think it has just the right feel for what we are going to be doing.  I figure that when we get there we can go out to eat, then shop a bit.  Afterwards, we can dance, dance, dance all night long.  Where are your high heels, girl?"

"Oh, I almost forgot."  I rush over to the closet and rifle through the boxes to find my stilletos.  I had purchased them when I was stripping.  Figuring that it completed the outfits.  Returning to Samantha, I take a mental note of her outfit.  Daisy Dukes and a purple sleeveless top that brings out the color of her eyes.

"How do you do it, Samantha?  You always make everything look so hot."  I wink at her and laugh.  

She leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek, "It's easy, when you have a body like mine."  

We both laugh, and then I grab my bags just before shutting off the lights and making sure that I left plenty of food and water for Fluffy.  Not to mention, I check that the doggy door is unlocked.  Wouldn't want to come home to find Fluffy poo everywhere.  

On the drive,we listen to Highway to Hell and scream at the top of our lungs to Born to be Wild.  A couple older women stare at us and give us dirty looks, but we don't care.  We are having fun.  

When a van full of men pull up to the side of us, Samantha tells me to pull up my top and show my boobs.  I unseat belt and flash them.  The next thing I know, one of them is practically climbing out of his window and into our car.  Samantha swerves away just in time and his buddy pulls him back in the window.  

We hear them screaming, "Baby, stop.  We will fuck you so good, you won't want us to stop."

Looking at each other, we speed up and leave them in the dust.  "Man, I doubt any of them could have fucked us so good.  They are all losers, but it was funny seeing that blonde guys face.  I thought for sure he was going to nut right there in his pants."  Samantha winks at me and continues driving.

By the time we get to the city, we are both starving.  It's around noon and the traffic is crazy.  We almost get hit, when a taxi driver isn't watching where he is going and pulls over too quickly. 

I look over in the taxi and I could swear I saw the stranger from last night.  Boy, my eyes are playing tricks on me.  When I look back again, I realize that it's just someone who looks alot like him.  Same kind of suit and hair style.

"I could really get used to this town if all the men look like him."  I mutter to myself and Samantha gives me a dirty look.

"What do you mean?"

"I could have sworn I just saw that stranger from last night, but it was just wishful thinking.  He had the same haircut and just about the same suit on."  I say to her and I realize that just thinking about it is making me wet.

"Well, quit.  There are enough men in this city that you can get him out of your pretty little head.  I myself, intend on finding a few good men and fuck them till they can't get it up anymore.  Although, I haven't decided yet if I want one at a time or a gang bang."  Samantha winks at me again and I don't know if she is joking or not.

With her it is hard to tell.  She has done a threesome before and once wanted me to join, but I said, "Hell no."  I think she swings both ways, and frankly that bothers me.

Never being the type of girl to spread my legs for just anyone, I don't intend on ever swinging her way.  To tell you the truth, I can't even imagine having sex with another woman.  It grosses me out.

When we get to the hotel, she drives into the parking garage and we walk up to the entrance.  The Madison is a pretty expensive hotel, but remember, Samantha comes from money.  After getting the keys to the suites, we grab our bags from the car and find our rooms.  

Samantha reserved two rooms, so when we found a man or two or three in her case, she wouldn't have to worry about me interrupting her.  If I had to guess, I would say that she has had sex with at least 100 guys.  Sometimes, she even talks to guys on the internet from surrounding areas and has them come to her.

I have warned her before, because she can never know if they are sexual predators or killers.  However, she figures this way.  If they want to kill her, she can at least get the ride of her life first.  Just thinking about that makes me laugh a little and to think that she is my best friend.  What a difference between the two of us.

Opening the door to my room, I peek inside and am in awe.  The only other time I have ever seen something so beautiful and grand is when I watched movies.  Looking around, I admire the cathedral ceilings and the four post bed in the middle of the room. 

On one of the walls is a huge flat screen T.V. and a desk with a combination of a laptop and a whole slew of other modern conveniences.  Inspecting further, I find a Keuring coffee pot and a fancy hair dryer.  A mini fridge with all kinds of alcohol, sweets and fresh strawberries inside.  I am in Heaven.  

Laying down on the bed, I instantly wish I had one in my room at home.  It has to be the most comfortable, soft mattress that I have ever laid eyes on.  Closing my eyes, I imagine that I am a princess and Prince Charming has married me.  I smile and open my eyes to see Samantha hovering over me staring at me.

"Ready to go?"  She asks, smiling like a Cheshire Cat.

I nod and get up, deciding where to eat for lunch, we shut the door to the room and walk down the street.