Spankable Susan (2 page)

“Hella initiation into the Posse.” Shara laughed.

“Yeah, but it’s a hella fun initiation,” Reana said.

“You are so one of us,” Jeanie said.

“Being that y’all are wearing horned helmets, I’m not so sure that’s a compliment,” Jayha added as she followed the instructions of the GPS and turned onto a lighted drive.

All smack-talking turned into oohs and ahhs as the ladies got their first proper glance of Resort TresNi. Breathtaking. Simply too damn beautiful for words. The sumptuousness of the log resort was obvious, but none of them cared about that right now. They only cared that it looked warm.

“I hope they have valet parking,” Jayha said, “otherwise I’m going to park this truck right here. I can’t even see the parking area.” Putting the Suburban in park, she was glad to see the troupe of men who walked towards the 4x4. When they pointed to their badges that indicated they were employees of TresNi, she opened the door.

“Welcome to Lækkert,” one of the gentlemen said. “Go on in—we’ll get your luggage and park your vehicle.”

Hallelujah, she thought as she handed over the keys. She was about to make a mad dash inside when another employee covered her with a fur and took her arm so she wouldn’t fall. Immediately, she was enveloped by warmth. Now this was hospitality.

Twenty minutes later, they were sprawled over the furniture in Jeanie’s room flipping through the room service menu.

“Is it just me or is there a disproportionate number of really, smoking hot-ass men in the house?” Reana asked.

“It’s not you, chica. Every man I passed was a ten,” Raelynn agreed.

“Speaking of hot men. Did anyone else notice how many of them were wearing leather?” Shara purred.

“That’s like asking if we noticed that it’s cold outside,” Laura said.

“You’re lucky I need to get the feeling back in my body, else I’d be over there teaching you some manners, Texan,” Shara threatened.

“No messing with the Texans, Florida Girl,” Dréa began. “You know—” she started.

“Texas is the only state in the Union that could secede if they wanted to,” the rest of the Posse finished for her.

Jayha couldn’t help but laugh. Like all Texans Dréa was passionate about her state. “Let it go, chick. Y’all know good and damn well that y’all aren’t going any damn where regardless of how pissed off the other forty-nine states make you. And you know why? Because it’d put a serious ding in your sports machines. Hard to keep that Texas-Oklahoma rivalry going when it’s now an international game instead of an intercollegiate one.”

Their good-natured bickering was interrupted by a knock on the door. Being closest to the door, Jayha waited while the chicks secured their weapons before opening it. “Yes?” she said to the men who filled the doorway.

“Good evening, we’re the proprietors of TresNi. We wanted to welcome you to the city of Lækkert and to our humble resort. Being that it’s a little cold out, we also wanted to offer you complimentary hot beverages and sweets.”

“A little cold?” every occupant of the room asked.

“That’s like saying the Biblical Plagues were a small show of displeasure,” Jayha said.

“Yeah, what she said, but he said something about ‘hot beverages,’ so chastise him later and give us those hot drinks now,” Jeanie said.

Stepping back, she ushered them inside.

“We have coffee, hot chocolate, and hot toddies,” Blond Hotness said as he itendicated the arrangement of drinks on the tray Brunet Hotness held. “And we have a selection of sweetbreads and cakes,” he added as he indicated the tray Black-Haired Hotness held.

Accepting a generous-sized mocha, Jeanie took a sip. Ah, the good stuff.

“Y’all definitely know how to do hospitality. You sure you’re not Southern?” Jayha asked.

“We’re sure, but we accept that for the compliment that it is,” Blond Hotness said.

“And you should take it as a compliment. Not everyone is born Southern. Sit a spell and talk to us for a minute,” she invited.

“We do not wish to intrude—” he began.

“You won’t be intruding; besides, we’re going to need you to top off our mugs in a little bit anyway,” Shara said.

They sat.

“This is damn good coffee. We’re going to have to make you honorary Southerners,” Raelynn said.

“And we’re not even going to make you marry your first cousin,” Jeanie said.

“Well, since we’ve been inducted into your family, now is probably a good time to tell you the rules of our family.”

“Besides no swinging naked from the chandeliers or stealing the towels, what other rules exist?” Laura asked.

“Hey, I was going to steal the towels, so why’d you bring that up?”Dréa pouted.

“Well, this is an, um, different kind of resort,” Blond Hotness said.

“Different how?” Reana asked.

“An adults-only resort. We require the utmost privacy for our guests and staff and thus have non-disclosure forms all are required to sign.”

“What kind of weird shit are y’all into?” Jeanie asked.

“Nothing weird—this is a resort where individuals are free to explore their sexuality.”

“While I don’t give a shit what consenting adults get into, I’m not only married, but I’m married to a crazy motherfucker who’ll tear your whole country a new asshole, so I suggest y’all keep your dicks and hands to yourselves,” Dréa said.

“And if we find out you have something nefarious planned for us, we’re going to have our friends—who know where we are—fuck up the rest of your Scandinavian neighbors,” Jayha said.

“Please, there’s no need for violence,” Blond Hotness said. “Might I continue explaining?”

“Yeah, but tread carefully or you might wake up in a pile of Texas-style ass whipping. In case you didn’t know: Don’t Mess With Texas,” Laura said.

“TresNi is a getaway for couples who want to rediscover themselves and for those who wish to explore other facets of their sexuality. We often host various workshops. This week we’re hosting a BDSM workshop.”

“So far, so good. We won’t stop you,” Raelynn said. “One thing Southerners are good at doing is minding our own damn business.”

“And fucking peeps up. Don’t forget that part,” Jeanie threw in.

“The problem is, being that this is BDSM Week, everyone attending is required to wear leather.”

“What if we don’t have any leather with us?” Raelynn asked.

“We’d have to punish you for being naughty,” Blond Hotness rasped.

“Ah, little boy. You overestimate your abilities and underestimate mine,” Shara said. “I’m nobody’s sub.”

“Except when you’re under your Mr. You begging him to fuck you harder, longer, faster,” Raelynn threw in.

“Ah, sookie sookie,” Dréa laughed.

“Shut. Up. I’m seven feet tall—” Shara began.

“And three hundred pounds,” the girls finished. “We know, Napoleon.”

“We can mess with Shara later…and tell Mr. Her that she said she was his dom, but first we need to straighten this out,” Jayha said.

Turning to the trio of hotness, she fired off a question.

“Barring you trying to ‘punish’ us for failing to wear leather, what are the alternatives?”

“You could wear nothing. That’s also permissible at TresNi.”

“Or there’s option b,” Brunette Hotness said. “You could wear a strapping Dane who would like nothing more than to give you a proper welcome to Denmark.”

The silence was broken by Laura. “Well, I’m not married, so I might just have to take you up on that.” She smiled.

“Whore!” the rest of the room shouted.

“Jealous bitches,” Laura returned.

“I have a question,” Jayha asked.

“Yes, Ms. Leigh?”

“If TresNi is so damn exclusive and all, why allow us to reserve rooms?”

“The Internet has made the world a lot smaller. The reservationist recognized your names immediately and alerted me. I in turn jumped at the chance to have some of the top names in erotica at TresNi. I put it to my guests, and they were most delighted at the prospect of dining with you ladies.”

“Well damn,” Reana said.

“Yeah,” Dréa backed her up.

“Then what was all this business about the dress code. Is that true?”

“It is true. However, we keep plenty of leather on hand, so you see, all will be well.”