Kayla and Tracy: The Layover

"Cool! Does that explain the dresses?"

"Yeah," Tracy replied. "Just don't let K start whining about her damn braids again."

"Brat!" Kayla replied with a stuck out tongue. "But anyway, how do you know so much about the food here. Not that I actually tasted much, but still..."

"I work as an apprentice chef in the hotel restaurant. I just got out of cooking school not too long ago. What do you do?"

"Well, let's just say I'm independently wealthy," Kayla said as she looked over at Tracy, then at Toni. "So, Toni...are you good with deserts?"

"Can I say that's the shittiest pick-up line ever?" Toni said with a laugh. "That said, I definitely know how to cook with all kinds, especially with different ingredients."

Kayla shot a look at Tracy, who looked at Toni, who had her eyes in Kayla's cleavage. The three just sat there sizing each other up, not sure what to say next.

"Your place or mine?" Toni finally answered.

"Thought you'd never ask," Kayla said as she stood up on her towering heels and picked up her coat. She fished a $50 bill out of her purse, then chucked it on the table. "You don't think the waitress would mind this, right?"

"Fuck that, K! Let's get going!" Tracy said as she clicked her heels out of the bar, coat and rolling suitcase in hand. The other two ladies caught up with her with their various possessions, then made their way to the bank of elevators. Miss K took the initiative to press a button for an elevator, and the three moved with a purpose onto the elevator. The air was tense, as all three looked straight ahead, afraid to say something, lest the mood be broken. When the doors opened, Kayla led the way out, looking at the sign to point the way to her and Tracy's room. When the door was reached, she fished the room key out of her purse, plunged the key into the slot, then heard the lock click open.