Kayla and Tracy: The Layover

Kayla and Tracy strode across the marble-floored lobby, their heels clicking across, and suitcase wheels rolling across, in rhythm as they walked up to the desk. They seemed incredibly out of place in the relatively quiet hotel room. Kayla, of course, always stood out, especially when platform heels can add 6 inches to her already Amazonian 6'5" frame. Her toned, athletic legs reached out from her sequined black mini-dress and matching fur coat. Her huge fake tits threatened to jiggle out of her dress as her face revealed a bit of her exhaustion.

"You got the vouchers, right?" Tracy said as they made their way in line for the check-in desk.

"Damn right, I got them," Kayla said in return. "After all, I didn't expect to be stuck in Dallas after the freakin' plane broke down."

"Ah, don't worry K," Tracy said as she tossed her shoulder-length, curled under hair. "Maybe a trip to the Forum Shops tomorrow will calm you down. Who knows? Maybe we can buy a set of matching fur coats and dresses to go with what we got on!"

"Shut up. You think I knew the plane was gonna fuck up? I blew a day yesterday getting these platinum blonde braids put in, so don't act like this is smooth for me. Besides, you think we should have gone to Vegas in sweats and sneakers?"

"Excuse me, ma'am. Could you step up?"

Kayla walked up to the hotel clerk, placed her clutch on the counter and fished out the room vouchers. "Ma'am, the airline gave me these vouchers for some rooms for tonight? The flight is supposed to leave tomorrow morning, but the plane issues are holding us up for the night."

"Sure, can I see some ID?"

The two women pulled out their driver's licenses for the woman to see. After some perfunctory checking to see if they were real, she proceeded to type their information for the rooms. She grabbed the printout out of the printer, and then folded it into a brochure with the room keys.