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I hate flying. Not because I'm fearful of a crash, but because I suffer every time with the annoying popping in my ears from the rapid changes in pressure and I'm trapped inside the cabin with a mixed bag of humanity. Fortunately, most of that bag was seated behind me in coach as I enjoyed the benefits of being able to afford first class accommodations.
The handsome, young flight attendant offered me a cocktail, but I declined wanting to be one hundred percent when my flight landed in Cancun. I did accept his offer of a diet Coke however. His professional manner couldn't hide the fact that he was obviously gay.
Daddy had emailed me yesterday, explaining that my two counterparts would arrive on different flights.
I had taken the time to check my co-workers profile pages on the company web site so I would at least recognize them. Jasmine, a stunning African American beauty had gorgeous facial features and a killer body. She had short hair which reminded me of the style often worn by Halle Berry. Jasmine could comb it straight and use the tips to frame her lovely face or add some styling gel and give herself a wilder animalistic appearance. Her skin was similar in color to Halle's. Jasmine's flight was arriving 45 minutes before mine.
Tiffany, who wasn't scheduled to arrive until mid-afternoon, would best be described as a voluptuous redhead, her curly locks extending half way down her back. She lacked the milky pale complexion often seen in true redheads leading me to believe red was not her natural color. Judging from her photo spread, I had to assume she too had augmentation surgery. Both Tiffany and Jasmine were at least 10 years younger than me.
Daddy was still not at liberty to divulge the names of our client's guests so I would have to wait to see how connected these three gentlemen actually were.
The direct flight to Cancun takes over four hours, so I had ample time to email Daddy with a report on my appointment with Mr. Sebastian and update my journal entries with details of our time together. After finishing, I closed my laptop and stowed it in the overhead compartment, then sat down and reclined my seat. The steady drone of the jet engines soon lulled me to sleep.
"We'll be landing in 30 minutes, please bring your seat to the upright position and fasten your safety belt." My gay attendant whispered in my ear, waking me from a restful nap.
I looked out of the cabin window and saw nothing but blue water below and a few puffy, white clouds off in the distance. The Captain came on over the public address system and explained that weather conditions were perfect, mid-day highs in the eighties and humidity along the coast that seemed lower than at home. The forecast for the next six days didn't call for any rain.
I smiled, figuring that most of my time during the day would be spent on the beach and looked forward to coming home Monday with a great holiday tan.
The screech of rubber striking concrete and a bumpy ride replaced the extremely smooth flight and signaled my arrival in Cancun.
I began to feel excited because of what I anticipated would be a wonderful three days in paradise. As the plane taxied toward the terminal, a flight attendant walked down the aisle offering warm towels to each passenger in their section. I declined, knowing a moist towel would do little more than smear my make-up.
The plane glided to a stop and nearly every passenger began retrieving their carry-on luggage from the overhead storage compartments. I remained seated, waiting for the mad rush of people wanting to get their Caribbean vacations started to exit through the first class section.
As the last of them exited the plane, I stood up and pulled my single carry-on out of the storage compartment above my seat. I had two pieces of luggage to gather at baggage claim so my small carry-on was slung over my shoulder and I walked off the plane all by myself.
The terminals at Cancun International Airport were small compared to the major airports in the States, and I learned that Terminal One was closed for remodeling, so it seemed rather crowded as I exited the walkway from the gate where the plane had come to a stop.
I scanned the hundreds of faces looking for a familiar one that matched Jasmine's profile photos I'd seen the day before.
"Hey girl!" A female voice said to my right.
I turned toward the voice and was greeted by a wide, brilliant white smile. I wouldn't have recognized Jasmine had I tripped over her; she was wearing a shabby looking tee shirt, jeans with tears in the thighs and a NYFD ball cap that hid most of her face.
As she approached I thought. "So much for looking classy while traveling."
Jasmine stretched her arms out and gave me a big hug like we were long lost friends then moved back and asked. "Are you ready for an awesome weekend Angel?"
I smiled. "Absolutely!"
As we started walking down the long hallway toward the hub of the airport Jasmine explained. "I've already claimed my luggage Börü 2039 izle (https://www.diziizletelim.com/category/boru-2039/) and had them stored at the shuttle stop for the Royal Cancun."
I wasn't all that keen on taking a shuttle bus to the hotel, but figured I'd let her show me the way to baggage claim.
"Baggage claim is over this way." She said pointing toward the big sign.
I chuckled as we walked under the oversized sign. "Glad you got here first, I would have never found it."
There were two baggage carousels each with a flash board above showing what flight's baggage was being sent out. I didn't see my flight number so I stood back a little, waiting for my flight to appear. Most of the tourists who had rushed off the plane were standing around too.
Jasmine made small talk. "Can you believe we're gonna spend three days at the Royal Cancun? It's just about the swankiest hotel in the entire Zone."
"Zone?" I questioned her.
She explained. "The Hotel Zone is a strip of land separated from downtown Cancun by the Nichupte Lagoon. Security in the Zone is very tight, insuring that all the wealthy tourists are safe from the locals."
"And if you venture out of the Zone?" I asked.
"You're on your own girl." Jasmine replied.
"That's good to know." I answered.
She grinned and continued. "Trust me, everything you could possibly need is available in the Zone or from one of the hotel staff members."
I assumed the staff members provided any illegal stuff one might want.
I noticed one couple that had rushed off the plane moving toward the carousel and glanced up at the flash board to see that our flight number had popped up.
"It looks like my luggage has caught up with me." I remarked as I move toward the stream of luggage headed down the conveyer. In a few minutes, I had my pull along bag which contained my essentials, but had to wait another five minutes for my suitcase to slide by.
"How the hell do two bags get that far apart?" I quipped.
Jasmine giggled. "Some Mexican was probably sniffing your panties."
I checked to make sure the locks were secure on both bags.
Follow me, Customs is over here." Jasmine suggested as she grabbed the handle of my pull along bag.
The female Customs agent looked me over pretty carefully but eventually rubber stamped my passport.
"That was easy." I commented to Jasmine as we moved away from the Customs station.
She smiled, "I'll say, they put me through the ringer a little while ago."
"Why?" I questioned her.
"I guess they thought I might be bringing contraband in with me, they picked through every square inch of my luggage, and I thought they were considering a strip search." She replied.
"Perhaps it had something to do with the way your dressed." I commented.
As we walked outside, I was struck by how humid it seemed. The temperature was very comfortable, but the humidity was a little oppressive.
"Whew, I didn't expect it to be so sticky." I remarked.
"We're close to the jungle now, but the ocean breeze makes it wonderful when you're near the shore." Jasmine explained.
"I can't wait to get there." I answered walking with her toward a sign for the Royal Cancun shuttle.
An extremely handsome black man began smiling widely as we approached, clearly recognizing Jasmine from her earlier visit to store her luggage. His eyes never moved off her as he spoke, his Jamaican accent giving away his true identity. "Are you ready?
I was pleasantly surprised when I noticed that the Royal Cancun's version of a shuttle was, in fact, a Hummer stretch limo.
"Ladies." The Jamaican said after loading our luggage in the back and opening the door as he waved us inside.
It was cool inside the limo and it seemed like the driver was a football field away as he gunned the engine and pulled out into the busy airport traffic.
"It takes about 30 minutes to get to the hotel. If you'd like a drink please help yourselves." He remarked as he exited the airport and steered the stretched SUV onto what I assumed was a Mexican freeway.
Jasmine slid forward and opened the small cooler to see what kind of drinks it contained. "Want a beer?" She asked.
I looked over her shoulder to see what else the cooler contained, then replied. "I'll have a Perrier."
"Girl we're on a mini vacation, loosen up a little." Jasmine remarked.
I frowned a little at her. "Keep in mind that we are here to satisfy the needs of our client's guests." I remarked, reminding her that was what we needed to concentrate on and reinforcing Daddy's wishes for me to keep my younger counterparts in line.
Jasmine replaced the beer she was holding with a Perrier and slid back into the black leather bench seat. I was certain she was thinking I was an old fuddy duddy spoiling her vacation so soon after it began.
As we rode along I looked out the front and could see the deep blue ocean off in the distance. We passed what looked like a boys in blue izle (https://www.diziizletelim.com/category/boys-in-blue/) water park on the right as the road curved left and our limo skirted along the beach. I'd never seen whiter sand or for that matter a bluer ocean and couldn't wait to sink my toes into both.
Another few miles and we drove past the Bel Air Collection Hotel
The handsome, young flight attendant offered me a cocktail, but I declined wanting to be one hundred percent when my flight landed in Cancun. I did accept his offer of a diet Coke however. His professional manner couldn't hide the fact that he was obviously gay.
Daddy had emailed me yesterday, explaining that my two counterparts would arrive on different flights.
I had taken the time to check my co-workers profile pages on the company web site so I would at least recognize them. Jasmine, a stunning African American beauty had gorgeous facial features and a killer body. She had short hair which reminded me of the style often worn by Halle Berry. Jasmine could comb it straight and use the tips to frame her lovely face or add some styling gel and give herself a wilder animalistic appearance. Her skin was similar in color to Halle's. Jasmine's flight was arriving 45 minutes before mine.
Tiffany, who wasn't scheduled to arrive until mid-afternoon, would best be described as a voluptuous redhead, her curly locks extending half way down her back. She lacked the milky pale complexion often seen in true redheads leading me to believe red was not her natural color. Judging from her photo spread, I had to assume she too had augmentation surgery. Both Tiffany and Jasmine were at least 10 years younger than me.
Daddy was still not at liberty to divulge the names of our client's guests so I would have to wait to see how connected these three gentlemen actually were.
The direct flight to Cancun takes over four hours, so I had ample time to email Daddy with a report on my appointment with Mr. Sebastian and update my journal entries with details of our time together. After finishing, I closed my laptop and stowed it in the overhead compartment, then sat down and reclined my seat. The steady drone of the jet engines soon lulled me to sleep.
"We'll be landing in 30 minutes, please bring your seat to the upright position and fasten your safety belt." My gay attendant whispered in my ear, waking me from a restful nap.
I looked out of the cabin window and saw nothing but blue water below and a few puffy, white clouds off in the distance. The Captain came on over the public address system and explained that weather conditions were perfect, mid-day highs in the eighties and humidity along the coast that seemed lower than at home. The forecast for the next six days didn't call for any rain.
I smiled, figuring that most of my time during the day would be spent on the beach and looked forward to coming home Monday with a great holiday tan.
The screech of rubber striking concrete and a bumpy ride replaced the extremely smooth flight and signaled my arrival in Cancun.
I began to feel excited because of what I anticipated would be a wonderful three days in paradise. As the plane taxied toward the terminal, a flight attendant walked down the aisle offering warm towels to each passenger in their section. I declined, knowing a moist towel would do little more than smear my make-up.
The plane glided to a stop and nearly every passenger began retrieving their carry-on luggage from the overhead storage compartments. I remained seated, waiting for the mad rush of people wanting to get their Caribbean vacations started to exit through the first class section.
As the last of them exited the plane, I stood up and pulled my single carry-on out of the storage compartment above my seat. I had two pieces of luggage to gather at baggage claim so my small carry-on was slung over my shoulder and I walked off the plane all by myself.
The terminals at Cancun International Airport were small compared to the major airports in the States, and I learned that Terminal One was closed for remodeling, so it seemed rather crowded as I exited the walkway from the gate where the plane had come to a stop.
I scanned the hundreds of faces looking for a familiar one that matched Jasmine's profile photos I'd seen the day before.
"Hey girl!" A female voice said to my right.
I turned toward the voice and was greeted by a wide, brilliant white smile. I wouldn't have recognized Jasmine had I tripped over her; she was wearing a shabby looking tee shirt, jeans with tears in the thighs and a NYFD ball cap that hid most of her face.
As she approached I thought. "So much for looking classy while traveling."
Jasmine stretched her arms out and gave me a big hug like we were long lost friends then moved back and asked. "Are you ready for an awesome weekend Angel?"
I smiled. "Absolutely!"
As we started walking down the long hallway toward the hub of the airport Jasmine explained. "I've already claimed my luggage Börü 2039 izle (https://www.diziizletelim.com/category/boru-2039/) and had them stored at the shuttle stop for the Royal Cancun."
I wasn't all that keen on taking a shuttle bus to the hotel, but figured I'd let her show me the way to baggage claim.
"Baggage claim is over this way." She said pointing toward the big sign.
I chuckled as we walked under the oversized sign. "Glad you got here first, I would have never found it."
There were two baggage carousels each with a flash board above showing what flight's baggage was being sent out. I didn't see my flight number so I stood back a little, waiting for my flight to appear. Most of the tourists who had rushed off the plane were standing around too.
Jasmine made small talk. "Can you believe we're gonna spend three days at the Royal Cancun? It's just about the swankiest hotel in the entire Zone."
"Zone?" I questioned her.
She explained. "The Hotel Zone is a strip of land separated from downtown Cancun by the Nichupte Lagoon. Security in the Zone is very tight, insuring that all the wealthy tourists are safe from the locals."
"And if you venture out of the Zone?" I asked.
"You're on your own girl." Jasmine replied.
"That's good to know." I answered.
She grinned and continued. "Trust me, everything you could possibly need is available in the Zone or from one of the hotel staff members."
I assumed the staff members provided any illegal stuff one might want.
I noticed one couple that had rushed off the plane moving toward the carousel and glanced up at the flash board to see that our flight number had popped up.
"It looks like my luggage has caught up with me." I remarked as I move toward the stream of luggage headed down the conveyer. In a few minutes, I had my pull along bag which contained my essentials, but had to wait another five minutes for my suitcase to slide by.
"How the hell do two bags get that far apart?" I quipped.
Jasmine giggled. "Some Mexican was probably sniffing your panties."
I checked to make sure the locks were secure on both bags.
Follow me, Customs is over here." Jasmine suggested as she grabbed the handle of my pull along bag.
The female Customs agent looked me over pretty carefully but eventually rubber stamped my passport.
"That was easy." I commented to Jasmine as we moved away from the Customs station.
She smiled, "I'll say, they put me through the ringer a little while ago."
"Why?" I questioned her.
"I guess they thought I might be bringing contraband in with me, they picked through every square inch of my luggage, and I thought they were considering a strip search." She replied.
"Perhaps it had something to do with the way your dressed." I commented.
As we walked outside, I was struck by how humid it seemed. The temperature was very comfortable, but the humidity was a little oppressive.
"Whew, I didn't expect it to be so sticky." I remarked.
"We're close to the jungle now, but the ocean breeze makes it wonderful when you're near the shore." Jasmine explained.
"I can't wait to get there." I answered walking with her toward a sign for the Royal Cancun shuttle.
An extremely handsome black man began smiling widely as we approached, clearly recognizing Jasmine from her earlier visit to store her luggage. His eyes never moved off her as he spoke, his Jamaican accent giving away his true identity. "Are you ready?
I was pleasantly surprised when I noticed that the Royal Cancun's version of a shuttle was, in fact, a Hummer stretch limo.
"Ladies." The Jamaican said after loading our luggage in the back and opening the door as he waved us inside.
It was cool inside the limo and it seemed like the driver was a football field away as he gunned the engine and pulled out into the busy airport traffic.
"It takes about 30 minutes to get to the hotel. If you'd like a drink please help yourselves." He remarked as he exited the airport and steered the stretched SUV onto what I assumed was a Mexican freeway.
Jasmine slid forward and opened the small cooler to see what kind of drinks it contained. "Want a beer?" She asked.
I looked over her shoulder to see what else the cooler contained, then replied. "I'll have a Perrier."
"Girl we're on a mini vacation, loosen up a little." Jasmine remarked.
I frowned a little at her. "Keep in mind that we are here to satisfy the needs of our client's guests." I remarked, reminding her that was what we needed to concentrate on and reinforcing Daddy's wishes for me to keep my younger counterparts in line.
Jasmine replaced the beer she was holding with a Perrier and slid back into the black leather bench seat. I was certain she was thinking I was an old fuddy duddy spoiling her vacation so soon after it began.
As we rode along I looked out the front and could see the deep blue ocean off in the distance. We passed what looked like a boys in blue izle (https://www.diziizletelim.com/category/boys-in-blue/) water park on the right as the road curved left and our limo skirted along the beach. I'd never seen whiter sand or for that matter a bluer ocean and couldn't wait to sink my toes into both.
Another few miles and we drove past the Bel Air Collection Hotel