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  DIRTY PLAYER

  By Vesper Vaughn

  Copyright 2017 by Vesper Vaughn

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  Contents

  STAY IN TOUCH

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FORTY

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

  CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

  CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FIFTY

  CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

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  CHAPTER ONE

  CAMILLE

  “Wake up! We’re finally here.” I put my old, beloved, beat up car in park and yell at my two roommates who are snoring with their heads against the window glass.

  Sam snores herself awake. “Wha?” she asks, her brain clearly still fogged from her deep sleep.

  “I said we’re here.” I peer through the windshield at the motel in front of me. It’s swarming with spring breakers. I glance down at my hole-ridden college t-shirt and can already hear Sam berating me for not packing cuter clothes.

  “Amanda! Up!” Sam yells, throwing a neck pillow at a still-asleep Amanda in the back.

  I glance at her in the rearview mirror. She rubs her eyes and stretches out a yawn. “I thought I was taking the last driving shift.”

  I roll my eyes. “I tried to wake you up four hours ago, but you wouldn’t budge. So, I just kept going.”

  “Sorry,” she says.

  “Too much talking. We’ve got Florida sunshine to bathe in and hot boys to make out with,” Sam says cheerfully. I’ve always been jealous of how quickly she can go from sleeping like the dead to bright eyed and bushy tailed.

  “I’m napping when we get to the room,” I announce to both of them as we pull our duffel bags out of the trunk. A guy bumps past me. “Hey, watch it!”

  The screams and shrieks of party-goers fill my ears, and the sun-filled sky glows above me. I take a deep breath and inhale the salty scent of the ocean.

  And the smell of several hundred gallons of alcohol.

  I sigh and bring my duffel bag closer to my chest as we push our way through sweaty bodies to the front desk of the motel. A harried clerk sits there looking irritated.

  Sam handles the check-in process and I try not to touch anything with my hands. Everything looks worn and probably sticky.

  “Would you relax?” Sam says as we walk up the stairs to the second and final story of this run-down motel.

  Amanda chimes in. “She can’t relax until she’s put on a full-body decontamination suit.”

  Sam laughs along with her. She stops abruptly in front of a mustard-yellow door with paint peeling off it.

  “Home sweet home,” she says, opening the door.

  I step inside and look around.

  “Go ahead and call down for more towels so you can line the floor with them,” Amanda says jokingly.

  “Ha ha. Very funny,” I retort, dropping my duffel bag on the cleanest-looking bed. The seashell wallpaper is peeling up near the ceiling edge, and the hotel room smells vaguely of cigarette smoke. “This was the best place you could find, right?”

  Sam yells at me from the bathroom. “This was the only place I could find. But I figured it didn’t matter much. I mean, it’s not like we’ll be spending much time in the room.”

  I look over at Amanda, who is already half-naked and pulling on a red bikini.

  “Argh!” I say, closing my eyes. “You know how I feel about nudity.”

  “You’re such a prude, Cami. You need to take a deep breath and get with the spring break program.” She walks over to me so I’ll tie the top of her bikini for her. “Boys, booze, beach. That’s it. No studying.”

  Amanda laughs from the bathroom. “You saw how heavy Camille’s bag is. I bet she packed her chemistry textbook and didn’t bother with a swimsuit.”

  “Actually, I brought along about five novels for my English lit class instead of my chemistry book,” I reply, half-hurt and half-willing to join in on making fun of myself.

  Amanda throws me a bottle of sunscreen. “Lather up, honey, because we’re headed out in five minutes.”

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “There’s a party going on at the five-star hotel down the road,” Amanda says. “And we are totally crashing it.”

  I groan out loud, but I know that there’s no getting around this.

  I volunteered to chaperone my roommates so they wouldn’t get into too much trouble.

  I’m already regretting that decision.

  CHAPTER TWO

  BLAKE

  “This party sucks, man!” I lean back in my pool chair, the rubber strips sticking to my sweaty back.

  Thomas slaps my arm. “Calm the fuck down, bro. It’s our last day here. You’re being too judgey. I hate when you do that.” Thomas lowers his sunglasses to stare at the asses of the gaggle of women who pass by us.

  “Maybe I’m just sick of fucking partying,” I reply over the loud bass line. There’s a DJ at this pool, and he’s supposed to be one of the best. As far as I can tell, he’s just hitting play on pre-mixed tracks.

  “You aren’t partying. That’s the problem, dude. I barely recognize you, to be honest.”

  I sigh and put my arms behind my head, reaching my face up towards the sun. “The draft is coming up. I can’t risk drinking. You know that.”

  Thomas laughs. “You’re boring. You should just go back to our room, Grandma, and go watch Jeopardy.” He strips off his t-shirt and tosses it at my face. “I’m going to go check out my new blonde friend over there. Later.”

  “Wear a condom!” I scream after him.

  Several people turn around in shock.

  “Safe sex is important,” I say to them with a huge smile. I love making people uncomfortable. Being able to give Thomas a hard time is just an unexpected bonus. He sleeps with more women than I do. That’s saying something.

  Because I fuck a lot of women.

  But not this week. I’ve mostly been swimming in the ocean and in the pool when it’s not filled wi
th half-naked people squirming around each other. I wave over the pool attendant, a gorgeous, curvy girl with huge tits and a smile that makes me feel like I’m the only guy in the world.

  And yeah, I know she’s doing it for tips.

  It still works.

  “Carissa, another bottle of water, please,” I say.

  She grins at me. “You sure I can’t talk you into a margarita?”

  “Alright. Fine. But just one.”

  She winks. “I’ll make that one extra strong then.”

  I stare at her ass as she walks away from me.

  Even if my heart isn’t into partying, at least there’s a good show going on around me.

  I stretch again and gaze around the pool. Hot girls sit perched on the shoulders of muscular guys in the pool, each girl trying to rip off the other’s bikini. On the pool deck is the DJ who is doing absolutely nothing but trying to make it look like he’s doing something.

  The balconies of the hotel rooms are even filled with drunken revelers.

  Six stories up, I see two people fucking on the balcony furniture.

  Carissa brings me my margarita and I toast to the couple making love in public.

  “Good for you,” I say to the couple, downing my margarita in one gulp.

  Immediately I regret it. Brain freeze.

  “Fuck!” I yell out.

  “Are you alright?” asks a female voice.

  I open my eyes and nearly drop my margarita glass.

  There’s a girl standing in front of me.

  Not a girl.

  A woman.

  A really fucking curvy woman, distinguished from the rest by the fact that she’s wearing jeans and a modest t-shirt. In her arms are two thick paperback novels, a bottle of sunscreen, and a sensible tote bag.

  It’s her eyes that do it for me.

  They’re the deepest color blue I’ve ever seen on a human being. I wonder if they’re contacts. Those blue eyes are set into a freckled face with pale skin and dark brown hair that falls gently down her shoulders.

  The ends of her hair graze the top of her enormous rack.

  I wonder what else she’s packing under her clothes. I can’t wait for her to turn around. I bet she has a matching enormous –

  “I said, are you alright?” she asks again.

  I realize I’m gaping at her. “I am now that you’re standing here.”

  The woman rolls her eyes and flips her hair over her shoulder. “Right. Never mind, then.”

  She starts to walk away. I stand up so quickly I nearly trip over the chair and fall on top of her. “What’s your name?” I call after her.

  She stops, narrowly avoiding Carissa who is carrying a tray filled with drinks. “No, thank you.”

  I laugh. “Your name is no, thank you?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Listen. You don’t really want to know my name. You just want to get in my pants.” She motions to the surrounding crowd. “You’re good looking enough that you could have just about any woman here. You know what I think?”

  “Wait, you think I’m good looking?” I flash her a smile and flex a little. I’m happy I’m shirtless.

  She blushes slightly. “I asked if you wanted to know what I think, but not about your looks.”

  She wants to make this a game. I’ll play along with anything if it involves her. “What do you think?”

  She leans closer to me and I lean in. Our faces are inches apart. “I think that you think that I’m a challenge because I’m wearing clothes in a place where nobody else is. Guess what?”

  “What?” I’m so close to her I can smell her shampoo wafting on the wind.

  “I’m nobody’s challenge.”

  And with that, she spins on her heels and walks away from me, disappearing into the crowd.

  I try to run after her, but Thomas grabs my arm.

  “Hey, man! I’m going upstairs to change for an early dinner. Wanna come?”

  I stand on my toes to look for my mystery woman, but she’s disappeared.

  CHAPTER THREE

  CAMILLE

  “You’re being boring again,” Sam intones from the pool chair next to me. She’s in her bikini, sunbathing with an arm over her eyes.

  “You can’t even see what I’m doing,” I protest, pulling my bare feet out of the sun and into the shade of the umbrella. I’ve put on so much sunscreen I find myself wishing I’d bought stock in the company that manufactures it.

  “I can hear pages turning,” she replies automatically. “And I can hear that Amanda’s snoring.”

  At the sound of her name, Amanda jerks awake. “What did I miss?” she says groggily.

  “Only your buzzkill roommate sucking all the fun out of this vacation by doing her homework.”

  I slam shut my worn copy of Jane Eyre. “I object to that. If you’d just stop worrying about what I’m doing and focus more on what you’re doing, then you could enjoy yourself.” I look across the pool. “There’s a guy over there who’s been drooling over you for the last twenty minutes.”

  That gets Sam’s attention. “Wait, really?” She pulls her arm off her eyes and sits upright, glancing across the way. “Ooh, is it the blonde guy?”

  I nod. “Yep.”

  Sam flashes him a smile and the guy nearly does a face plant trying to make his way over here. I sigh and roll my eyes.

  “Use protection, Sam.”

  But Sam’s already up and twirling her hair.

  Amanda laughs and rolls over. “Wake me up when it’s time for dinner.”

  She’s asleep immediately and with Sam gone to meet her new love interest, I’m free to read in relative peace.

  But what I’m actually doing is thinking about my mystery man.

  He was impossibly muscular with tattoos covering his abdomen, chest, and biceps. His dark hair and green eyes were enough of a sell on their own, but they were set into a face with a chiseled jawline and dimples deep enough to sink a ship.

  And he’d been interested.

  In me.

  I try to focus my brain back on Jane and Mr. Rochester, but it’s no use. I shut my eyes and let myself dream of Mr. Dimples for a few hours until a hand shakes me awake.

  “Wha?” I ask, groggily.

  Sam is standing over me with her blonde guy from earlier. “It’s cookout time on the beach. Come on, let’s get some burgers. I’m absolutely starving.”

  I gather up my books, sunscreen bottle, and bag and follow Sam, Blondie, and Amanda out on the wooden walkway that stretches all the way to the sandy beach. Blue and pink and green lights dance on the makeshift stage where the DJ from earlier has set up his gear.

  People are dancing now, grinding against one another.

  We follow our noses to the grill area and load up our plates with chips, burgers, and condiments. Our neon pink wristbands get us free food.

  “Should I ask how you acquired these?” I ask Sam, pointing to her wristband.

  She grins at me. “No, probably not.”

  I sigh and bite into my hamburger. “You’re lucky this is so good. It’s keeping me from asking the questions I don’t want answers to.”

  Sam and Amanda both laugh. Blondie is standing there grinning like a goon, still staring at Sam like he’s won the lottery.

  “Let’s go sit near the water,” I say, motioning towards the tide. This area is behind the stage and my ears appreciate the drop in decibels. I hand Amanda my plate and reach into my tote bag for the lightweight blanket I stashed in there earlier.

  I spread it out on the sand with help from Blondie, whose name happens to be Thomas.

  We eat our food in silence, all of us sun worn and weary from our long afternoon in the Miami heat.

  The DJ stops spinning his records long enough to make an announcement. “Alright, we’ve got karaoke coming up! It’s luck of the draw, ladies and gents, so go ahead and write your first name and last initial on these slips of paper. And because this is spring break, it’s duet night! You’ll be partnered up. Ther
e’s one bowl for the men and one for the ladies.”

  I groan. “Can you imagine singing in front of all these people? How embarrassing would that be?”

  Sam grins and grabs Thomas’s hand. “Be right back,” she says with a smile.

  “You better not sign me up!” I yell after her.

  She gives me a devilish look and I know that I’m about to be set up.

  Amanda laughs. “Come on, there are hundreds of people out here. What are the odds that you end up having to sing onstage?”

  We polish off the rest of our barbecued food and lay down on the blanket. The sound of the crashing waves threatens to lull me to sleep when the first creaky singing voices take the stage.

  Two people are absolutely butchering Endless Love. The crowd is so drunk nobody seems to care.

  “Ugh, how embarrassing,” I say to Amanda.

  “Agreed,” she replies. “I guess Thomas and Sam are still in line to put their names in the hat?”

  “I guess,” I say. I reach into my tote bag. “That’s good. It means we don’t have to share these cookies I brought.” I pop open two small Famous Amos cookie bags. Amanda grabs one eagerly.

  “You’re a lifesaver, Cami,” she says gratefully.

  “These always remind me of being a little kid at the pool,” I confess. “I have to say, this trip is already going better than I thought it would.”

  “Made any love connections?” Amanda asks.

  My heart skips a few beats as I flash to Dimples earlier. God, those muscles…I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice even and failing spectacularly. I point at my copy of Jane Eyre. “Just Mr. Rochester.”

  But she doesn’t buy my deflection. Amanda sits upright and punches my arm. “Shut up. You met somebody? When?”

  “I didn’t meet anyone,” I protest.

  But it’s too late. Amanda knows.

  “Sam! Cami met a boy!”

  I sit upright in time to see Thomas and Sam running towards us hand in hand like they’re in some sort of beach movie.

  “A boy? Really? This Cami? Are you sure you don’t have her confused with someone else?”

  Sam sits down on the blanket and crosses her legs. She’s still only wearing her bikini.

  “Alright, cut the Grease act. I don’t know if he, like, has a car,” I say, paraphrasing the movie line. “I just bumped into someone. It was nothing. He’s probably banging about six other women right now at some spring break orgy.”