I had been having a stressful week. So I decided to take a one-week vacation to Florida to calm down and hopefully recenter myself. Maybe I’d even find a halfway decent looking guy to have some fun with.
I got to my terminal about a half an hour before I had to board. I went to the bar that was in my terminal and had a couple of drinks and by the time they were boarding for first class, which is the section I was going to be in, I was toasted.
2 hours later, when we arrived in Tampa, I think the flight attendants were glad to see me go. I hailed a taxi and went to my hotel. I was staying in the executive suite and I decided to go out clubbing after I got settled in.
After about a half an hour of unpacking and everything I decided to change into a shirt that had ties at the front right over my tits and a short skirt that if I sat the right way you could see my pussy. I went to this club that I had heard advertisements for on the radio in the cab on the way to the hotel.
When I got there I went to the bar and sat down and asked for a bailout. The bartender gave me a funny look.
“Give me a Sex on the Beach then,” I said impatiently.
“Ok Miss,” the bartender said.
I saw this really cute guy sitting a couple of seats away from me. He had spiked blonde hair, green eyes that I could get lost in and he looked a little chubby but not too bad. I could swear that I had seen him somewhere. I just couldn’t put a finger on where.
I walked over and sat down next to him.
“Hi,” I said. “You look like you need some company of my gender.”
He smiled and gave me the once over. When I saw his smile I knew where I had seen him. I had seen him on MTV in some group.
“Yeah I guess I could,” he said.
When I heard his voice I knew who he was. He was Nick Carter, from the Backstreet Boys. I had the BIGGEST crush on him when I first saw them come out and at first it had been a kind of puppy love and now sitting here with him I knew I wanted him.
“My name’s Kaity,” I said. “What’s yours?”
“My name’s John,” he said. “You don’t look like you’re from around here. Where are you from?”
“Quantico,” I said. “I work for the FBI. I decided it was time for me to take a vacation and get some sun. I’ve been holed up in my office for way too long.”
“I see,” John said. “So what do you do with the FBI?”
“If I told you I’d have to kill you,” I said.
“Are you serious?” John asked.
“As a heart attack,” I said. “So what do you do?”
“I’m in the entertainment business,” John said.
“What kind of entertainment?” I asked.
“If I told you I’d have to kill you,” John said.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“No,” John said. “I just don’t wanna tell you.”