All That Glitters author Jaye Frances Guest Post + Give@way
Vacation. The very word elicits the promise of adventure, teasing our imaginations with the possibility of visiting exciting locales, tasting exotic cuisine, and meeting new and interesting people. However, Dean, a mid-thirties bachelor taking his first cruise, has expectations that are a bit . . . different. He’s looking for the trip of a lifetime, a journey to a place filled with beautiful women who are ready to fulfill his every desire. But fate and destiny have other plans for Dean, and he quickly finds himself sailing to a different—and unexpected—destination.
In the following excerpt, Dean is planning a vacation with the help of Debby, a distracted but helpful travel agent. As Debby makes suggestions to Dean, his imagination begins to wander . . .
Here’s an excerpt
I glance up at the travel agent. Still on the phone, she rolls her eyes, indicating she has a “talker” on the line. She pushes a brochure in my direction, trying to keep me occupied.
Debby. Travel Professional.
Says so right there on her desk placard—in white letters on a dark blue background. It’s also on the small lamicoid nametag that pulls and bunches the fabric of her pastel pink blouse. To keep customers from mistaking her for the janitor, I decide.
I half-stand and lean over her desk to retrieve the brochure.
Travel agent Debby is in her mid-thirties, and extremely overweight. She wears enough makeup to paint a good-size barn. I notice that her legs—too large to reside under the desk in tandem—are splayed wide, her asphalt-black stretch pants glistening with a taut elastic shine that screams of an impending breach. Whatever she’s sitting on is hidden underneath bulging hips that overflow its edges like a jellied waterfall.
I open the color tri-fold and see pictures of a boutique-ish shopping area, an older-looking hotel, and a view of the ocean from the highest point of Catalina Island. It looks like something my grandparents would enjoy. I glance up and shake my head. But Debby is a monotone of plane schedules and prices. She cranes her neck and the phone disappears into a drape of skin-folds, leaving the protruding ends to extend from her body as if they were matching prosthetic attachments.
Slipping a hand into her top desk drawer, Debby begins to shuffle though pens and paperclips, moving all sorts of junk aside. Finally, and not caring that I can see, she gropes for an unwrapped chocolate Rollo from the bottom of the pencil tray. Examining it closely, she flicks off the loose hairs and dirt and quickly pops it into her mouth. Parking the candy in her right cheek, she holds it there for just a moment, and then slowly begins to chew.
She finally looks up and winks, letting me know I’m not forgotten. Without warning, she drops the large hotel registry into her larger lap and cups her hand over the mouthpiece. “He put me on hold. So what did you have in mind? Something on the more active side? I’ve got some great deals on river rafting. Is that something you’d like to do?”
“Do?” I blurt it out loud, surprising myself. I hadn’t thought about doing anything. Last year I camped out in the apartment across the hall while mine was being painted. Two summers ago, I spent my vacation visiting my folks in upstate New York—about a five-hour drive if I caught the traffic just right. I wanted this year to be different. I wanted to visit places with exotic-sounding names. I wanted scenery that would make me forget the endless concrete maze of Trenton. And most important, I wanted a destination that offered the opportunity to mingle with single women—women who would appreciate a 35-year-old never-married male with a full head of hair.
I glance over at the shop’s front window, where near-life-size cardboard look-alikes of Ken and Barbie are encouraging passers-by to inquire about this month’s travel special: A Budget Tour of The Holy Lands. The corrugated couple holds a small sign that assures the trip has been blessed for both Jew and Gentile, and that either can “Go with God” for $1995.00. I quickly decide there’s probably not much chance of scoring hard-bodies while hanging out at the Wailing Wall.
I notice the huge travel posters behind Debby’s desk—four-color testaments to the blazing sunsets of Hawaii and the clear blue oceans of Tahiti and the Bahamas.
“I don’t know,” I say finally. “Maybe someplace by the water.”
Debby nods, her face appearing to move independently from the cosmetic landfill that covers it. “Sounds like you’re thinking about a beach vacation. Of course, some of the nicest beaches are found in the Caribbean.”
A tropical island. Palm trees. White sand. Gentle trade winds. And me, strolling along the shore, hand-in-hand with a native beauty, both of us wearing nothing but flowers in our hair.
Here’s a brief synopsis:
It’s love on the high seas for Dean, a thirty-something bachelor taking his first cruise, hoping for a shipboard romance. On the prowl for the elusive hard-body, he quickly becomes disillusioned, wondering if his expectation of a boatload of beautiful sea nymphs is something found only in travel brochures.
Until he meets Angel.
She is the girl of his dreams, brought to life as a bewitching goddess, ready to engage in every sensual delight. Quickly lured into submission by Angel’s seductive charms, Dean is ready to surrender his heart and soul to this provocative beauty.
Until he meets Marcie . . .
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