**This is the beginning of a hot adventure. It starts off with a loss of innocence and gets hotter with each installment. This is pleasure writing for me. I hope you enjoy it, too! Love, Chloe Hunt**
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Jane was excited when they finally arrived in New Orleans. She and her best friend Diane had planned an end-of-summer adventure in the humid French Quarter. Growing up poor in the Tennessee mountains had limited Jane's experiences in life. She was expecting this rare vacation to be spectacular, at least, she really hoped it would be. She had dumped the last of her summer fun money into it.
When Jane and Diane arrived at their hotel, they were immediately greeted by a handsome bellhop. They were staying at the Royal Siesta on the infamous Bourbon Street.
"Good afternoon, ladies. I'm Collin Blake, your humble servant for the remainder of the day. Welcome to the Royal Siesta," he announced as he bowed to them, causing his shaggy brown hair to fall into his big brown eyes. He quickly brushed it out of the way and flashed a brilliant smile.
"Well, well, I feel very welcomed already," Diane said as she returned his smile.
"Wow, this place looks like a palace," Jane said excitedly as they followed Collin down the front hall to the elevator. She had never seen so much beautiful tile work, gold-trimmed mirrors, and gold chandeliers in her entire life.
"Oh yes, it's very nice," Diane said with a flirtatious smile in Collin's direction as he rolled their bags into the elevator.
"How long will you ladies be staying with us?" he asked as he pushed the button for their floor.
"One very exciting week," Diane said as she glanced at Jane smiling.
"Really? What are your plans?" he asked.
"Good food, good alcohol, drunk sightseeing, we might visit a few bars, the usual," she sighed.
"Wow, pace yourselves. This town has a lot to offer. My brother owns a very nice bar a few blocks down if you're interested in a more sensual night scene," he said with a smile as he pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to Diane.
"Oh, thank you. Belle Nuit, New Orleans only hot tub bar," she read with a smile. "Beautiful night... I like it already," she said in approval. "Would we happen to find you there tonight?" she asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. I sometimes hang there after work and enjoy a beer."
Once they were comfortably situated in their rooms, Jane collapsed on her bed and sighed.
"You are so full of shit, Diane," she chuckled.
"Excuse me, how so?" she asked as she opened her suitcase.
"We can't get into bars here, and you know it."
"Ye of little faith," she said with a mischievous grin as she reached in her pocket and pulled out two cards. She tossed them on the bed next to Jane.
"Holy shit... fake IDs? where did you get these?" she asked in disbelief.
"My stepmom works at the DMV. I caught her flirting with her boss, so I blackmailed her into making these for us. All she needed was some recent photos. Now I'm a twenty-two-year-old Mary Clemons, and you're a twenty-one-year-old Natalie Myers."
"Diane, this is identity theft! I don't want to go to prison!" she squeaked.
"Oh my God, Jane, relax. We are not stealing these people's lives. We're just borrowing their ages to get some fucking drinks. It will be fine," she laughed as she started to strip.
Jane sighed as she watched Diane get naked so she could pull on her hot pink thong bikini. Diane had Latin ancestors, and it showed in her beautiful full-figured body, olive skin, and long dark hair.
"Why are you putting on your swimsuit?" Jane asked in confusion.
"We're going to a hot tub bar. Collin said you're not allowed into the water without a bathing suit. I hope you brought your cute black bikini."
"I did, but I don't think I'm comfortable hot tubbing with strangers on my first night here," Jane said nervously.
"Girl, you're going to dry up like a prune with that mentality. You promised me you would get out of your comfort zone and do some crazy shit with me. This is not even that crazy, so please do this with me and try to enjoy it," she begged.
"That's easy for you to say. You're not a pathetic virgin who's never been kissed," Jane grumbled in humiliation.
"Are you calling me a hoe?" Diane demanded with narrowed eyes.
"Yes," she with a smirk.
"Fine, I'm a hoe, and I have fun because of it. Jane, you're fucking beautiful! You look like a perky blonde cheerleader since you lost weight. You could get so much cock if you would just let yourself have fun. Your grumpy ass mama ain't here peeking over your shoulder, so have some fun with me, please?" she begged.
Jane sighed in defeat and agreed. Two hours later, they were dressed and walking down Bourbon Street to find Belle Nuit. The sun was starting to set, but it didn't give much relief from the heat and humidity.
Jane had heard crazy stories about Bourbon Street. She was beginning to believe they were true as they walked by smoky strip clubs and naked street performers with pierced nipples. They got trapped for a few minutes on a street corner. A small parade of college guys dressed as pink flamingos were dancing by. Jane was smiling as she watched them. Then she was startled when someone spoke against her ear.
"Hello, beautiful," whispered a handsome male voice causing her to jump. She felt his breath on her skin.
She twirled around and met the most remarkable blue eyes she had ever seen. The man had messy dark hair and an angelic face. There was an acoustic guitar hanging on his shoulder. His shirt was open in the front, showing off his beautiful chest.
Jane gulped as she stared at him. He made her feel warm and tingly all over.
He winked at her dumbfounded expression before he began strumming his guitar along with the beat of a tambourine. It took Jane a moment to realize two other men were standing around him. He was a street performer, and judging by his tattered clothes, he was probably a gypsy.
"I uh... hi," she stammered as she stepped over to him.
"First time on Bourbon Street?" he asked with a charming smile.
"Uh, yeah. Is it that obvious?" she asked in embarrassment.
"A little. Where are you ladies heading?"
