Heat of the Night

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Charlotte McKinney enjoys lustful fun with a new friend.
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Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.

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Miami Beach, Florida

Hot air faded from the sky on a bright summer afternoon over the beach city. This was Miami, typical hot as hell weather pouring down from the sky. The beaches were full of people enjoying the sunshine while bars nearby offered shelter from the sun and fresh cold drinks for thirsty visitors to relinquish themselves. Definitely Miami, the usual for anyone that had lived here and grew up used to the city. South Beach was always a playground for fun if one could afford the booming nightclubs, hot sun at the beach and the luxurious Art Deco hotels.

Dean found himself on this day driving down the road in his white Ferrari Testarossa to meet with his friend Jon. The two of them had dropped out of college just three years ago as of this summer, trading their scholarships in film work for a crash course into some serious money with fashion photography. Like many successes in history, the two men found themselves at the right place at the right time involving the right person. If it weren't for James Mack, the two would still be wasting their lives chasing degrees hoping to get rich in a career.

James Mack was a business man in Miami who owned and ran several fashion studios, one of the biggest in Miami. Dean and Jon got the foot in the door from knowing Mack's own son; Carl. A product of nepotism had proven to blow his way through college with major gambling problems and partying, always one step closer to disaster. Dean and Jon had met Carl's father at a party after approaching him about the gambling issues with his son. James had admired the young men for their honesty and offered them a spot within his business after he realized they both had come from poor backgrounds. The proposition had proven to pay off within three years of hard work, as now the business was about to expand due to high profile models coming about in the business.

Nevertheless, none of this was on Dean's mind about now as he pulled the car up on the side of the road parking near the sidewalk. He stepped out of the fancy car and took a moment to feel the heat of the sun high above fall over his face. Girls in bikinis walked by, while a man around his age was rollerskating on the pavement next to the park. He sighed as he began to walk, his long brown hair bouncing a bit while his casual wear of a pink shirt and white pants gave him some comfort. He reached down and put on his black sunglasses, as he began to walk near the palm trees.

"Hey partner, over here!"

A bright smile on Jon's face lit up in the distance while the wind blew through his short wavy blonde hair, while he was sitting at a bench by himself. Dean walked on over to join his friend sitting down next to him and crossing his legs and speaking up.

"What's the scoop with the old man?"

Jon sighed and laughed at his friend while shaking his head.

"You're quick to get to the point as usual, huh? OK then, Mr. Mack wants us to attend some party at that mansion he has on Star Island. You know the one, right?"

Dean nodded, his eyes watching the long line of hotels in front of them with the bikini clad girls and men in swim-trunks walk by on the sidewalk.

"Yeah, I know the one. Guess I'll have to go, got nothing better to do anyway."

"Not me man, I have better things to do for once."

Dean looked over at his friend with a shocked expression.

"Like what?"

Jon cut up with a short laugh while leaning back on the bench.

"Like seeing Maria, that's what."

"Oh that chick? Can't say I blame you, but I will go alone since you don't want to go. Who knows, the last party was pretty interesting."

"That it was."

From the right side of the sidewalk came walking the figure of a girl in casual wear. Stonewashed blue jeans and a T-shirt top. Dean's eyes traced up her figure starting with her white tennis shoes and up those legs of her curvy body. He began to take his sunglasses off to make sure he was really witnessing what was right there in front of him, true beauty that struck a lightning bolt to his heart. A gust of wind blew their her golden hair and from her epic cleavage of the white top Dean caught her eyes just as she turned to see him. The girl smiled before walking off leaving the final view to a lovely rear end. To Dean, this was the most beautiful woman he ever seen in his life.

"Hey man! What's with you?"

The voice of his friend had snapped him out of the trance he had as the girl walked off. Dean smiled over his face before replying back to him.

"Some things in life, you just never know how amazing it is until you see it up close."

Jon rolled his eyes. He could tell that he was mesmerized by that one girl that had walked by, but she was gone by now. Such a blonde bimbo with an amazing body he thought to himself.

"This is Miami, a girl like that is a dime a dozen."

A sigh blew past Dean's lips as he just shook his head at Jon who was smirking. It was innocent little talk and perhaps he'd forget the whole thing later tonight. Jon had to remind him the time, before it escaped his mind.

"Don't forget 10 PM tonight, be there."

"Yeah, I'll be thinking about it. Come on man, you wanna go get some food?"

"Sure, I didn't have lunch anyway so I could use a bite to eat about now."

The two friends got up from the bench and proceeded to walk back to the Testarossa parked and take the drive. Lucky for Jon he took the bus anytime he had to go around South Beach like a day such as this. Dean's mind had been hit with the lightning bolt of that nameless blonde that walked on past, but he was sure he would forget about that while enjoying a night of leisure fun. It was close to 3 on the clock right now, so that gave him plenty time to think about the party and get ready before the night washed away the shiny day.

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7 HOURS LATER

The black of the night had faded over the sky while Dean drove the white car on route to the mansion for the party. He had gotten himself ready an hour ago, taking a nice shower and combing his long brown hair, as well as shaving. He had something of a slight tan over his body, all the result of too much fun out in the sun. Instead of wearing the casual white suits, he went with a grey striped jacket with a black shirt underneath. The nice dress clothes had hugged over his fit body, but dressing the part was only half of the game.

As the Ferrari pulled into the gated entrance to the old man's mansion, Dean parked the speed demon off to the side next to what looked like some Mercedes cars. He watched the lights sink back into the sockets as he shut the car off and then stepped out, shoving the keys into his pockets. Security was always tight around the Mack mansion, far more security guards than anything at the fashion studios. Dean walked his way to the front door and nodded at the guard who just returned the nod and opened the door for him.

Inside the foyer of the mansion, a shuffle of people were walking around while a waiter in a tuxedo offered drinks. Dean quietly invited himself walking about the mansion. Off to the right, was the bar where he was positive people would be seated. There had been so many of these parties at the Mack mansion, he had become grown a liking to the accustomed layout of the mansion. From behind him a voice called out.

"Dean! You made it!"

Turning around, the older face of Trina greeted him with a delightful smile.

"Hey there, I had to come. Jon didn't want to go but I wasn't gonna pass this night up."

"Of course you weren't, this was his party to lose anyway. I got someone I want you to meet later but why don't you go ahead and enjoy yourself with some drinks. I'll be around the back."

"That sounds nice, is the old man here tonight?"

"Nope, you know he rarely attends a party at his own house."

Trina walked off giving Dean a view of her aging red hair. How typical it was of John to rarely attend a party at his house, for all Dean knew the old man was probably in L.A. right now or New York. Something he didn't want have to worry about, he just made his way into the bar and order a shot of 'Black Jack', otherwise known as straight Jack Daniels in a shot glass. A few shots was enough to wake him up for some serious enjoyment at this party. Now he made his way into the back room where more guests were and music could be heard playing.

"Dean! Over here!"

The older woman walked forward to him in the room while a tall blonde in a black dress was behind her. She turned to the side and spoke again.

"Dean, I'd like you to meet Charlotte."

The voluptuous blonde stepped forward revealing herself in a black dress with her golden hair down the sides. Dean looked up at her and smiled at her pretty blue eyes. The dress hugged over a massive set of breasts while the straps of the dress crossed over her neck. She was absolutely gorgeous.

"My my, hello to you Charlotte."

"My pleasure, Dean. How are you tonight?"

"Just fine from this view."

A soft chuckle could be heard before Trina just walked off leaving the two together. Dean couldn't help but the shake the feeling that he had seen her before, maybe earlier. She had that same angel face of the blonde he seen this afternoon, was this a coincidence? Charlotte smirked at him and offered her hand to walk him back from the room, her high heels could be heard stomping.

"I've heard a lot about you Dean, you're the photographer with the brains."

"Oh, you have heard of me?"

"Yes, Miss. Trina told me that you would be helping me with my photo shoot next week."

The thought of a photo shoot with this gorgeous babe ran through his mind while they walked. He turned and smiled at her.

"I would love that, I'll go ahead and be totally honest here. You are absolutely beautiful."

Charlotte laughed at his advance.

"Why thank you, couldn't think of something more original?"

"Nope! Just had to blurt that out."

"Well come on, let's have some drinks by ourselves."

The two walked hand in hand back to the bar room of the mansion. A waiter overseen them, already knowing what the usual would be for Dean, he looked over at the gorgeous blonde model before taking her order of a mango martini. For the next few minutes Charlotte and Dean would find themselves starring into their eyes as windows to the soul while drinking. She had found the party boring but she liked to get to know her photographers well when handling deals for modelling.

"So what's the deal with you, Dean? Trina told me all about you, Mr. Hot Shot fancy photographer at 25."

"Well, I dropped out of college a few years ago and got a chance with John Mack. Worked hard, the rest is history."

"Sound like me, I dropped out of high school and worked for my modelling career. Like to like a private life and enjoy the fancy ride."

Looking back into Charlotte's eyes from her response, Dean couldn't help but think that he remembered her from somewhere. The two were sitting at a table by themselves, and she couldn't help but notice his eyes wandered down to view that epic cleavage of hers teasing him. She grinned.

"You like what you see?"

"Yes, I would be a liar if I didn't flat out say it. You are probably the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. I feel like I seen you earlier today."

"Oh trust me, you haven't seen anything yet Dean..."

She smirked while sipping on her straw, toying with his little mind. Since he didn't say anything only blushing on his red cheeks, Charlotte decided it was the best time to push him further.

"Did you see me early? Maybe...I think I seen you some place before."

"I thought I seen the most beautiful thing in the world this afternoon. Was sitting on a bench near the beach, and this creature walked on by...tall legs, big tits, and a beautiful face."

A grin went over her face. She wasn't even bothered how blunt he was with the words, at least he was honest about it unlike a lot of men. Charlotte began to get up from the table now and looked back in his eyes.

"That was me, handsome."

Leaning back down, she kissed his cheek to watch him blush even more and then began to walk off. Dean's mind had been slammed with a wrecking ball over this girl. Logical thinking was completely out of the window now, there was something about her that put him over overdrive to chase after her. Dean quickly got up and chased her back into the foyer room.

"Wait, don't just leave me like that!"

Charlotte turned around with a smirk on her face. She wanted to see how far she could drive him to chase after her. That was the only way she could prove his desire for her was real.

"What's wrong Dean, you don't want me to go?"

She giggled with her reply seeing him light up with a soft small and shake his head.

"No, sorry if I am acting a little foolish over you. I just want to spend some more time with you, there is something about you."

"Are you lonely Dean?"

"To be absolutely honest with you, yeah."

"That's the impression I get from you. A man like you shouldn't have to go far to get a girlfriend with your good looks."

"And I could say the same thing about you, men should be down on their knees worshiping your beauty Charlotte!"

Blushing, the blonde model bust out laughing.

"Stop, you!"

"No, I'm serious! Most beautiful woman in the world right here, and I'm the only man giving her any admiration at this stupid party!"

"Well Dean, this party sucks anyway. How about we split and go have some fun tonight?"

"That sounds fun to me, let's go ride in my Ferrari."

"You have a Ferrari?"

The two of them began to walk out the front door of the mansion going past the bodyguards there at the door. Dean smirked hearing her soft voice before responding.

"Yep! I like a sexy fast car as much as I do a beautiful woman like you."

As they walked out the door together, Charlotte's clicked loudly over the stoned walkway before she stopped at the sight of his Testarossa. The white paint and exact model of the car reminded her of something familiar. She smirked when he turned around to look at her.

"Haven't I seen this thing somewhere?"

"Maybe, this one is mine though."

"So you drive around in a Ferrari in Miami, what else comes with it? Do you dress up and pretend you're Don Johnson and going to bust bad guys?"

Dean laughed hard at that comment before nodding at her. Charlotte returned the laugh before walking over to the passenger side.

"I guess you could say I like style similar to that. Well, you wanna take a ride?"

"Sure handsome, why not? Never took a ride in one of these things before."

Together, they made their way to the car as Dean went for the driver's side and Charlotte at the passenger side. Whatever their plan was to leave this party, he had no idea but he could cross his fingers on some real fun if it was possible. Before they knew it, the Ferrari's engine was running and they drove out of the gated entrance to the Mack mansion and hit the streets of Miami again.

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Bright lights passed through the window view of the car racing the bridge that connected Miami back to South Beach. They had been riding for 30 minutes together and now Charlotte felt the need to push Dean again, to see how far he would go from her words.

"It's a lovely car Dean, but are you the kind of man that can put your foot to the floor and play risky with speed?"

The man looked over at her looking in her eyes as she gave him a small smile. That was it, she wanted speed then she was going to get it. Dean put his foot down and slammed down as the car raced over the bridge faster. Charlotte giggled taken back at how fast the thing began to fly. The light poles fading past her eyes in quick glares.

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about baby!"

Excitement uttered from her voice while Dean's remained on the empty roads. Coming to a close from the bridge, he shifted gears and made a hard left turn. Still racing the car a high speed as they bolted up Ocean Drive of South Beach. Charlotte squealed excitedly as they continued racing the car through the streets.

"Oh my god! This is so much fun Dean!"

Turning the car again, he let the wheels roll moving through some slow traffic before driving the fast speed back up a lane. South Beach was slow tonight with not much traffic offering a nice area to let the car show off what it was built to withstand. Taking another turn, Charlotte lit up in excitement once more laughing.

"You might wanna slow down big boy, we will have the cops pulling us over."

"Yeah maybe, but you wanted to see how fast it would go!"

"Indeed I did, and you showed yourself off. How about you drive me back to my hotel?"

"Sure, didn't know you were staying in town."

"It's down Ocean Drive, turn back and I'll tell you when to stop."

Charlotte giggled like a school girl on an exciting date even though in the mind of Dean this was more of his dream of landing a beautiful girl so quickly. He quickly turned the car back and began to drive down Ocean drive once again only this time coming from the north side of the compass. Slowly he drove down the road for a bit and then Charlotte put her hand up pointing through the windshield.

"It's right here!"

The car came to a halt by her commanding voice as he stopped it near the front of the hotel. Charlotte sighed and then leaned over to him as they met eyes.

"Last time I gave you a kiss on the cheek, but this time..."

Leaning in, she pushed her lips to his and cupped the back of his head to give him a full kiss mouth to mouth. Dancing their tongues over one another, just the kind of sensual attention he had wanted from her all night. Breaking the kiss, they looked back into each other's eyes and Dean softly spoke.

"Wow, that was incredible. I wish I could ask for more."

"Well....you can. How about you come to my room with me?"

"You know I would never say no to that after that kiss."

"Go park this speed demon car around the back and meet me in room 107, I'll be waiting."

Charlotte opened the passenger car door and then stepped out. Before shutting it, she brought her hands up to her lips and blew him a kiss and winked before closing the door. Off she went, stomping her heels up to the entrance door of the Art Deco themed hotel and now Dean pulled the Ferrari around back and went to quickly parking in a free open space. His mind was racing over the thought of spending the night with her, it was more than just the lustful temptations of her glorious looks but there was a feeling she gave to him that he rarely felt in connection with other women in his life.

With the car parked, he stepped out and then walked up the steps to enter the hotel from the back door. Room 107 was etched in his mind over her words but he wanted to take this slow and not rush in for her. All the while upstairs, Charlotte stood in her room looking over the bed while she grabbed a bottle of wine she had saved. It had been a lonesome couple months for her. Breaking up could be so hard at times with a long term relationship but hers had been strained from months of long distance, tonight she hoped to wash away those memories with Dean in shameless passion. She could hear him coming up to the door from behind and went on and opened it greeting him with a smile.

"About time, come on in."

As soon as he stepped into the room, Charlotte wrapped her arms around him and pushed her busty body onto him. Dean stepped back to embrace her grip and kiss her passionately. He moaned into her mouth before she pulled back breaking the kiss forcing him to instantly push his lips to her neck and begin kissing his way down. Charlotte moaned to him, raising her head to allow him greater range to kiss up and down her neck.