Pleasure Hotel ep. 1 Video

Miley's P.O.V.
As the Jamaican breeze kissed my face and sailed across my stomach, I smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
I mean, yeah, I'd have to stay with Lucas. I smirked to myself. it was funny, being here in Jamaica on my dream honeymoon, with a less-than-dreamy guy. I sat up in my patio chair, scanning my eyes across the beautiful beach.
We were going into town that day. I was very excited. I sighed, rubbing more tan lotion into my already-brown stomach.
"MILEY! Ugh," Lucas groaned, sticking his head out from inside the hotel room. "Are you just gonna sit here doing nothing all day, or are we leaving?"
I bit back a 'fuck-you' and said in a mocking tone, "Coming, dear."
He slipped his arm around my waist tightly, practically pulling me out the door. He was my high school sweetheart. everyone wanted us to get married. it was supposed to be a cinderella marriage, right?
I mean...right?
In Town...
I grinned like a little schoolgirl at all the little shops in town. I tossed some coins into an empty shoe box as a grinning guy with awesome dreads beat away at his drums.
Jamaica was amazing. Maybe I'd never leave. I fixed my bikini top and pulled down my booty shorts a bit, feeling the sun soak up into my skin. I felt Lucas' eyes on me, trying to ignore his pressing stare, looking at some stands...
When he pushed me into an alleyway, his lips hot on my neck.
"LUCAS!" I yelled, shocked he'd be doing this now. He tugged my shorts down as I pulled them back up. "GET OFF--"
His hand clamped on my mouth and my scream was muffled as he pulled at my clothes.
Then, I had a revelation. I tugged free from his grasp and started walking away.
"MILEY!" He yelled, his vein throbbing out of his neck, a sure sign I would get hit later. "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!"
"No," I said with a smiling.
"W-where the fuck are you going?" He said, his eyes narrowed.
"I'm leaving you. Goodbye." I turned around, sliding my hands in my pockets and walking off.
"Hey, come on baby, you know you don't wanna do that," he said, trying the sweet approach. He grabbed my wrist tighlty. "Come on, please, I love you."
"You fucking ugly fucker," I said, shaking my head at how stupid he was. "I blame myself for letting you get under my skin. Goodbye. Forever. Have fun marrying a stripper, if you can aim that highly."
As I walked away, he screamed words of how I would regret this, but I didn't listen. I was free.
* * *
I strolled around town, wondering what to do. I had a good amount of money on my Visa, so I could pretty much do what I wanted.
But not enough for the flight back home. I smirked. I'd just call Mom & Dad when I wanted to go home. But now, while I was single, free, and flirty, well...I could stay for a bit. ;)
Then, the pink, cursive words blinked at me. PLEASURE HOTEL.
I nodded. Exactly what I needed.
I pushed the door open, and gasped. It smelled so amazing, like vanilla flowers, and everything was a velvety, sexy red. Everything about it was so royal and exotic...my eyebrow cocked upwards as I approached the Hispanic beauty at the counter. Her nametag read SELENA.
"Hi there," she said, batting her chocolate eyes. "I'm Selena, can I help you?"
"Can I---apply for a job?" I said, feeling adventurous
-written by WillowxSecrets

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heller102: I blame myself for letting you get under my skin... i remembered demi's song here we go again how did you get here under my skin i swear that I'd never let you back in... hahahaha nice eppy