"Yeah, man! We'll catch up with you later!"
My friends Tim and Hank had decided to go partake in some of the carnival rides with a cute blonde who had been tagging along with us since the bar crawl on main street.
I chuckled to myself and pictured my two idiot buds boozed up as they were and making asses of themselves with that hot girl. Me, though, I wasn't nearly as drunk and wanted to see more of the resort as the evening wore on and it started to get dark.
Pleasure Island was living up to its name. At every corner there were lively parties, dancing, and entertainment. As I walked on through the crowds I reached an outdoor cafe with laughing couples sharing a meal and drinks together. The atmosphere was positively contagious, and I couldn't help but smile at the sights and sounds. Above me, fireworks clapped in the distance and a crowd cheered.
Beyond the cafe, I reached a row of more run down buildings that seemed to be from an earlier time in the island's history. Not so vibrant or exciting. There wasn't even a neon sign on any of them.
In a few minutes worth of walking down the street I realized why it was so low profile. Some discreet markings on the buildings and show girl posters made it clear this was the "adult" part of the resort.
As night set in, I grinned to myself devilishly. While my pals were out on all the rides, maybe I could find a ride of my own. This certainly looked like the right place to look.
As if on cue, I passed a brick building with a sexy dark haired girl smoking outside the doorway. She was tall, shapely, and carried an air of experienced mischief. I suppose she caught me leering, and grinned smugly.
"Like what you see, kiddo?" She took a drag on her smoke and flicked it away, smiling with ruby lips and naughty eyes.
"Maybe." I replied, drawing closer. "Anywhere a guy can have some fun around here?"
"Anywhere you like, handsome." The raven haired girl laughed, and stepped back into the doorway, vanishing inside.
"Whoa." I smiled. "This is a great place."