This will be the last chapter for a little while. It's by no means the end of Jason's Story, but I've been really busy lately, and Jason isn't as forthcoming about what's going on as he used to be ;) I'm sure it won't take us too long. Thanks for all of the wonderful comments, you guys inspire me!
Kitty
Chapter 6: Miami -- Day One
The remainder of the plane ride went off without a hitch. Nigha and Jason were back to their old selves; talking, joking, laughing, and genuinely enjoying each other's company. They took full advantage of the first class seating and enjoyed champagne, shrimp cocktail, and ice cream sundaes.
After their arrival at Miami International Airport, they retrieved their luggage and checked-in at the car rental counter. To their surprise, there was only one car rented for them to use for their week-long stay.
"Well, I guess that when the company pays for you to fly first class, you better be glad you don't have to walk to your hotel" Jason smiled as he made light of their situation.
"As long as the sharing ends with the car."
"Come on Nigha, you don't want to share a room with me?" Jason had a mock look of hurt, and put his hand over his heart as he asked her the rhetorical question.
"I might consider it if it was a two-bedroom suite...no wait, not even then. Some people might get ideas, namely YOU!" she said with a laugh as she playfully hit his arm.
Jason was the perfect gentleman, and gathered both sets of luggage and loaded them into the trunk of the Mustang convertible; opened the passenger door for Nigha, and proceeded to drive them to the Four Seasons Miami.
"What do you mean that we're to share a room?" Nigha angrily asked the desk clerk.
"Ma'am, it's not just a room; it's the presidential suite, and it's been configured to have two bedrooms. I'm sure you'll be pleased with the accommodations when you see it."
"That'll be fine miss, I'm sure it's as presidential as you say" Jason said with a laugh.
The clerk watched as Jason gently pulled Nigha aside and calmed her down. After a few minutes of conversation, Nigha visibly relented, and they both walked over to the counter.
"Sir, Ma'am; there was a notation with the reservation that the suite was meant to be a special incentive to reward you for all of your hard work. Since there was obviously some sort of miscommunication: while we can't offer you two suites, the general manager has authorized me to offer you complimentary food and drink, as well as unlimited spa treatments throughout your stay. We appreciate your and your company's business, and we want to remain in good standing with you."
Nigha noticed the cute little blond desk clerk subtly flirting with Jason and noticed a feeling that made her very uncomfortable: jealousy.
It was the first time she felt the slightest bit territorial about her friend and sometime lover.
"Thank you," she paused to read the clerk's nametag, "Cyndi. You've been very helpful, and I'm sure we'll be happy with our stay."
Nigha shot Cyndi a "don't even try it bitch" look as she put an emphasis on the "our" in her statement.
Cyndi quickly returned to her all-business demeanor and issued Nigha and Jason two key cards to the suite.
Jason had noticed Cyndi's subtle passes, and was surprised by Nigha's equally subtle change in tone and stance as she addressed the young girl.
Jason couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the poor girl, because even though in Nigha's current attire she didn't seem all that formidable, Cyndi was clearly outclassed.
They were assigned a concierge, and he saw to it that their bags were brought up to the room.
They were in awe of it when the concierge opened the door. It was as big as Nigha's house, but all on one level, and way more opulent. The views were spectacular: the city on one side, and the bay on the other.
Jason was quite impressed and let out a big "Wow!"
"Well, please send my apologies to Cyndi, and let her know that I think that she was absolutely right!" Nigha said to the concierge.
He smiled and left the two of them alone in the room. A few minutes later, room service arrived with a bottle of Dom, a large platter of chocolate dipped strawberries, and a bowl of freshly whipped cream. Jason tipped the service attendant and opened the card.
"Again, sorry for any inconvenience. If there's anything else I can help you with, please don't hesitate to ask. Cyndi"
"Well, I bet she's wishing you were here alone so she could help you with all of this."
As she spoke, she'd come up behind him and put a spread hand across his stomach, and reached around him with the other and grabbed a strawberry. She pressed her body into his back as she dipped it into the whipped cream.
"Mmmnnnhh" she moaned as she took a bite.
Jason was as floored as he was aroused by her actions. He froze when she placed her hand on his belly, almost afraid to breathe.
He felt her moan of delight vibrate in his back. For a minute he'd forgotten where they were, but was quickly brought back to his location when she moved away.
Nigha was fully aware of the havoc she was wreaking on Jason's body, but it was only the beginning.
"Do you want some?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow, almost daring him to answer.
The sight of her, with a dollop of whipped cream at the tip of her lips was about to drive him insane.
"I think you know the answer to that" he said as he moved in on her position, leaned over, and softly licked the cream off of her lip.
He didn't try to move in for a kiss because he was curious about what she was up to.
He reached for a strawberry, and suggestively closed his mouth just around the tip. He bit the tip off: exposing the hollow insides, and held his mouth open while he plunged his tongue inside.
He maintained eye contact with his love, and saw her eyelids get heavy at his perverse actions with the fruit.
Nigha almost lost her shit at the whole scene with the strawberry, but quickly brought in the reigns and decided to take things to the next level.
"Is that pretty tasty?"
