“Still shopping,” Ashlee said. “So I heard,” I said back in her ear as one of her dreads brushed my face. Indian XXX I think we’re-”
I paused, once again speechless at what I saw. The floor was expansive and was moderately filled with men and women bumping and grinding to some R&B and electronica mash-up. She ran after us yelling, “Hey boss! She reached down, placed a finger under my chin, and lifted it so I could meet her gaze. She asked me where I was from, what I liked and didn’t like in a massage, what sort of relationship I had with the other ladies, and what I was doing in Nevada. Fancy shower heads and nozzles decorated it, offering anyone countless ways to access warm water. Wheedling information out of her could wait till tomorrow. She hadn’t placed a towel over my ass, so I wasn’t sure if I should expect a towel to be draped across my crotch. With Natalie out of the picture, there wasn’t anyone else I had in mind to pursue. “Oh god…” I groaned. Holy shit! Neither of us paid them any attention as I led her to the dance floor.
