There was a festive mood in the air, and everyone was on a space craze. On every available bit of sidewalk was someone with a booth, a cart, even kids with wagons, all of them hawking some kind of souvenir to cash in on the event. They couldn’t walk 10 feet without nearly tripping over a martian, a Klingon, or some other space-faring creature. Children with masks, rockets, laser guns, and space helmets were everywhere. People were decked in shirts reading, “take me to your leader,” or “Pale Blue Dot,” and other memorable sayings.
They entered the lobby and stood in line to check in. Dave soaked in the temporary decorations that had been put up in honor of the launch. Banners sprinkled with comets and stars hung from the ceiling. Twinkling LED stars covered the walls. Carpet runners covered in comet trails crisscrossed the floor.
“This is the coolest freakin’ thing in the world!” Erin said.
“You mean…out of this world!” Dave shot back.
Casey rolled her eyes, and said, “You two should get a fantasy suite, and just bone in a moon crater.”
“Oooh!” Erin cooed, “I could be a sexy Orion Slave girl, and Dave can be a gross, slimy tentacle monster from planet Zorkon Prime!”
“Jesus! What kind of sick fantasies do you have?” He asked, then added quickly, “Forget I asked. Please, forget I asked.”
“Good catch, Dad,” Casey said, “She will tell you in lurid detail right here.”
The couple in front of them cleared away, and their turn to check-in came up, cutting off whatever witty reply was, no doubt, about to come from Erin. They checked in, were given key cards, and made their way up to their room. Room. Singular, Dave realized.
“Um, you don’t have your own room?” He asked.
“It was hard enough to get the one,” Erin said, shaking her head, “But it has a big king bed, Dave. Don’t worry. Unfortunately, it is not a moon crater, so please get your disappointment out of the way, now.”
“I left my giant slime bottle at home, along with the fully poseable tentacle suit, anyway. You just never know what to bring on vacation.”
Erin let them in, and tossed her bag on a chair. Casey and Dave set theirs down. Dave crossed the room and drew back the curtains to the balcony, letting the sunlight fill the space. Erin kicked off her sandals and flopped down on the bed. Casey joined her. Dave admired the view of the Cape from the balcony, scanning the bustling town with his Haloes.
“Bikini time!” Casey said, suddenly, and vaulted from the bed.
She dug her swimsuit from her bag. Erin followed her, and together, they disappeared into the bathroom. Dave opened his own bag, retrieved a pair of baggy shorts and a tee, and tried not to imagine what was on the other side of the door. He was not successful. He wondered, briefly, if Haloes came with X-Ray vision.
“Hal, activate X-Ray vision.” He whispered.
“I’m sorry, Dave. I can’t do that.”
Well, it was still in Beta.
After much giggling, the door opened and the two girls stepped out. Casey was looking very cute in an ivory two-piece with red and yellow splashes, a pair of Tory Burch thong sandals on her feet. Erin was downright sexy in an emerald bikini that showed it all off, and a sheer sarong wrapped around her waist. Both of the girls had their hair tied back in ponytails. Dave tried his best not to salivate as they began to smear sun lotion all over each other. He busied himself applying his own.
The sun was just beginning to dip into early evening, now, as they strolled through the milling crowd on the streets. Dodging vendors, they found a trendy little cabana restaurant for dinner, and wolfishly tucked into their food. For the next few hours, they explored the shops. Erin and Casey found matching sun hats, while Dave picked himself up a NASA baseball cap
The nightlife was in full swing as they walked back in the direction of the hotel. Casey spotted an under 21 dance club, and after a bit of convincing, they dragged Dave inside. The place was pumping out dance pop, something about “Backdoor Girl.”
“Is that music?” Dave asked.
“It’s Bratty Britt,” Erin explained, “She’s too naughty!”
“I’ll say.”
They found standing room in a corner, and Dave tried to understand the appeal of the utterly trashy lyrics
“Grab my reigns like a pony, baby
Pull em back and show me
How a backdoor girl makes her money”
“You ain’t gotta buy me dinner
Or take me to a movie
Just bend me over rough
And put that big one right through me”
“I’m a backdoor girl, baby, backdoor girl
Bottoms out, scream and shout
Bury that stick
I’m a backdoor girl, baby, backdoor girl”
“Split it wide. Come inside.
Slap it. Watch it jiggle.
My math skills stop at divide.
I’m always open for a ride.
Can’t resist the way my backside wiggle”
“It’s about butt sex,” Erin explained.
“Yeah, I picked up on the subtle lyrics.” Dave said.
The filthy song blended into something less racy, whereupon Dave found himself being pulled onto the dance floor by the two girls. He had no moves, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t look any more ridiculous than the other people bouncing around. He was sandwiched between Casey and Erin, who laughed and ground against him, pushing their asses against his hardening crotch. He went with it. After a few songs, though, the day began to catch up with him, and he excused himself, becoming an observer. Other men took his exit as an invitation, but the girls ignored them, instead dirty dancing with one another to the delight of every male within view.