The Hotel Creep

Dillion lounges by the pool in that fancy hotel, room key still warm in her hand that says she's at the 'Luckiest Hotel on Earth.' She has no damn clue how right that name's about to get. Just over her shoulder, Jelena's camped out with binoculars glued to her face, eyes wide on those fat tits, practically drooling. She mutters she's going to get her mouth on those things no matter what. Sashaying over, she flashes a half-off massage deal Dillion can't ignore. But this isn't charity. Jelena's been stalking her, and this whole setup's a trap. Gotta watch to see how deep she goes.