Chapter One:
The long drive from up north had made the man a little tired. He pulled the car in front of a hotel called "The Lazy Palm" and turned the car off. The cool air that had been blowing on his face ceased, and he was forced to roll down the window. The Miami temperature had him sweating in his button up. He undid a button and pulled off his tie. There was no need for that anymore in the land of heat and banging bikini bods. As he sat there, a group of Latinas walked past his car towards the beach the little hotel overlooked. Their thong bikinis showed finely toned asses. The man could not help but stare, and he wanted to do more than stare.
Pulling himself away from the walking eye candy, he opened the door and went back to get his bag. He had called ahead to this hotel to reserve a room. The receptionist on the phone had set him up for a week. With a flick of his wrist, he put the key in the trunk lock and popped it open. With a grunt, he pulled the large suitcase out of the trunk and set it on the concrete. In the trunk there were also a straw hat, a towel, and some tanning lotion.
He put the straw hat on his head, and sighed. The hat definitely helped with the sun that blazed overhead. With a look back in the trunk, he shut it and walked up to the front office of the hotel to get his room key. When he entered, a blonde receptionist looked up from a racy romance novel and smiled a fake "what the fuck can I do for you?" kind of way. He tipped his hat.
"I have a room under the name Mike Townes. I called and rented the next week. I think I might have spoken to you on the phone." The woman showed her impossibly white teeth and flipped through an old fashioned ledger.
"They gave you room 285. Do you have a credit card? We normally like to ensure with credit. Cash, on the other hand, is a guaranteed stay." Mike pulled out his wallet and shuffled through about four one hundred dollar bills. He put them on the counter and smiled at the woman.
"I believe in the power of cash. I was wondering if you might be able to tell me where a good night club is located around here? I really want to experience the Miami night scene." She opened the cash register and slipped the money inside. She bit her lip in obvious thought. Mike thought he might have heard gears turning in her head.
"Well, there is the nightclub right around the block. The cover is pretty cheap, and the people there are normally pretty hot. The place is called Martini. You should check it out." With that, she handed him his room key. An orange fob with a palm tree on it was attached to the ring. He smiled and tipped his hat again.
Two:
He slipped the key into the lock and opened the door to room 285. A blast of cool air hit him in the face causing him to instantly start sweating. He hauled his bag inside and closed the door. He flipped on the light and looked at his room. A queen sized bed and a chair faced a flat screen television. Within a few feet of the bed was the bathroom. He poked his head in the bathroom, noting the size.
It was quite spacious. Finally, he was off of the road. With a grunt, Mike threw the suitcase onto the bed and opened it. Inside were a few changings of clothes and some toiletries. Below that were a large painter's tarp and some tape. Next to that were zip ties, more duct tape, and some other odds and ends.
