So here's how I ended up living in Leamington, Ontario of all places. I was driving across the US from South Carolina to visit some friends in California and see the Pacific ocean for the first time(not to mention get with some nice and freaky Cali girls if I had the chance), and I stopped in Arizona for a night before finishing the trip the next morning. I spotted the neon on the Desert Flower Motel's sign from the interstate and figured it'd be as good as any other to sleep off the road. I parked my retired police cruiser in the first space and walked in, smiling at the cheesy décor (especially the old cigar Indian in the corner) and was surprised by the woman working the counter. She was in her late twenties if I had to guess, kind of heavy set, and with neon green hair that matched the sign that drew me off the interstate.
There was no small talk, she was pretty rude actually. After requesting a room close to the front of the parking lot, she threw the key to 104 at me and snatched my credit card out of my hand. When I dared to asked if there were any decent bars around to pick up women at, she smiled at me and simply said "The Boom-Boom Room"
I went to my room to wash the weariness of the road off of me, put on clothes that at least looked decent,(a pair of acid washed Levi's and a long sleeved white button up shirt with tiny silver threads running through it.) and looked up directions to this Boom-Boom Room place. Lucky for me it was only a few miles up the road in Windsor. As soon as I saw the place I knew the green-haired bitch was fucking with me.
The Boom-Boom Room was a techno club. Complete with black strobe lights, a laser show and fog generators. Most of the people inside were dressed like any other clubbers, only with florescent bracelets and necklaces flashing under the black strobes. A few looked like they just got kicked out of a rave, with baggy pants and brightly colored shirts with halos of neon around their heads from the tie-die head bands. I looked at myself in the queer purple light, and noticed my shirt had turned pale purple with black lines where the silver had been, and my jeans had a severe bleached out appearance.
The bottom floor was nothing but a mass of writhing bodies in the booming faster than lightening music. So, I fought my way to the stairs and found a slightly less crowded bar that looked out over the pit of bodies. I tried talking to a few of the attractive and less drunk women in the bar, and received nothing but a few giggles in return before they ran off with their free drinks. I was getting ready to call it a night and go back to my hotel room and my laptop to jerk off to free internet porn, when I saw her.
She walked in with all the grace and confidence of a Greek goddess, which was fitting considering the flowing white dress and gold hair band she was wearing. She had dark hair, I couldn't tell exactly that color as the black lights turned it black anyway, and it also turned her tanned skin an odd shade of dark orange. Even from so far away, I could tell she was more then pretty, her well defined cheekbones and nose gave a starting point to either move down to her full lips, or up to her big brown eyes. I also quickly noticed she had gorgeous breasts, which the dress she wore did absolutely nothing to hide and everything to enhance. She was a good bit shorter than me, not that I ever minded having to lean down for a kiss. Besides, with the body hiding under that dress, she could've been a midget and I wouldn't have minded.
I watched her wave to the two guys running the sound system on the stage, then take a left and head for the stairs to the bar. I watched her and her cleavage climb them, trying to think of a decent pick-up line, but failing every time due the fact I was more interested in how to describe her breasts.
Perky, yes, but not to the point they pointed at the ceiling. Bouncy, of course, but not rubbery or jiggly. The only word I could think of to accurately describe them was sweet. However, sweet didn't do it justice; something else would have to take its place. What can I say? I was bored and thinking up words to call her boobs was fun. Feeling more bored than brave, I waited until she topped them and followed her to the bar. Before she could order, I tapped her on the shoulder and shouted over the blaring thousand beat-per-minute music. "Hey Sugar Tits, what can I buy you?"
She looked up at me and smiled like she'd never been hit on. "Sex On the Beach." she answered as the music hit a low point. Of course, when I tried to get her drink, the music sped back up and became louder than I wanted to yell. Finally the bartender saw us, and she got her fruity concoction. "Thanks!" she yelled and took a large sip from it. "Where you from?"
I looked around and tried to get us as far from the speakers as possible. "South Carolina, I was on my way to Cali." I told her and went one to explain. "Some chick with green hair told me to come here to take my mind off the road."
"Off the road huh?" she asked and immediately put her hand on my crotch. "Or off your girlfriend?" she said with raised eyebrows and squeezed my dick as she slurped down more of her schnaps, vodka, and fruit juice.
I smiled and thanked whatever diety delivered this techno-clubbing goddess to me and leaned in close to say "Actually, Sugar Tits, I'm single." then winked at her and reached out to run my hand down her side, stopping on her hip and pulling her towards me. She never let the straw from her sex on the beach leave her lips. "You live around here?" I asked when her hand, still clutching my cock through my pants, finally met her body and was trapped between us.
Her eyes got wide, and she smiled as she sucked down the rest of her drink. "I live in Canada!" she blurted out, laughing and nearly dashing my hopes. "But I'm sure you have a room nearby." I grinned and held up the key to room 104 at the Desert Flower Motel. "Lets go." she ordered and tossed her glass to the bartender and nearly pulled me outside.
"Woah there, babe." I said as she tried to drag me the wrong direction to get to my car. "Can I at least get your name?" I asked and pulled her back towards me and in the right direction.
She spun around with a pouty look on her face, framed perfectly by her wavy nearly-black hair. "What, Sugar Tits doesn't qualify?" I asked and I nearly laughed until she kept going. "I like Sugar Tits. I think it will be my name from now on." She said matter-of-factly and then swung her arms back and forth impatiently. "So... Where'd you park?"
I pointed back over my shoulder with what had to be an amazed look on my face. "Over there." Then I offered my free hand out to her. "Name's Jeremy, by the way... Sugar Tits." I said trying not to grin too broadly.
