"Enjoy your stay, sir," the lethargic hotel clerk muttered as he slid Jack's room key across the counter.
Jack nodded a greeting back as he pocketed the card, walking through the lobby of the seedy hotel. The elimination race against the two bombshells at the gas station was a close call. He could still faintly hear the sirens through the walls of the dilapidated hotel. Luckily for him, Herod's Palace was a safehouse of sorts; the staff was paid handsomely to house anyone participating in the Run.
The door to his room opened with a faint beep and a click. He walked inside, dropping his duffle bag besides the single bed before sitting on it. Jack rested his face in his palms, rubbing his eyes. The last few days had been insane. It was almost as if lying low for a few nights to wait until the lockdown of Vegas was a godsend.
He sighed, thinking of trials he had just gone through. Through the screech of tires, smashing of glass, and bursts of flame, Jack suddenly found his mind's eye wandering to the two women at the gas station. Their twin 370Z's were hot, sure. But his attraction to the curves of steel was curbed at the moment.
The moment the door to that Nissan opened, Jack's eyes found themselves glued. She wore that alluring black dress that glittered beneath the desert sun, her brunette hair flowing wavily behind her as she looked at him with those sultry eyes. However, Jack's interest diminished once he laid eyes on her friend that stepped out of the panda 370Z.
Her skin was darker than her richer friend, her hair, tied in a pony tail, almost black. She was at least half-Asian, but her curves and luscious lips proved of other descent. She wore a tight grey shirt that hung lazily down her left shoulder, allowing the black of her bra strap to be seen. It was short, ripped by hand to expose her abdomen. Below her waist she donned ripped blue jeans that snugly hugged her curves as if the threads were sewn onto her skin. Through the holes hints of her chocolate skin exposed themselves to the Vegas afternoon. Her eyes had looked at him with a nonchalant inspection, lips curved with a challenging grin. She possessed a certain gruffness that attracted Jack in a way her friend couldn't, but as her black boots clacked on the concrete as she filled her Nissan's tank, she shared the same sexy attitude as her partner. He stared after her like an idiot. It took several seconds for Sam to snap Jack back to reality.
Jack shook his head. Looking at his watch he groaned at the earliness of the evening. He just wanted to sleep, but the hour refused to comply. An epiphany occurred to him; he needed a drink. The last time he had a drop of liquor was weeks ago. Concentration never allowed him to indulge.
Opening the mini fridge, Jack found it devoid of anything other than some bottled spring water. He slammed it shut before remembering the bar near the lobby. An elevator ride later and Jack found himself seated in a stool. It was just as quaint and seedy as the rest of the shitty hotel, but Jack couldn't give half a damn. In moments a bourbon on the rocks had found itself in his hand.
Jack sighed contentedly as the bitter sweetness of the drink slipped down his throat. His satisfaction was short-lived as he felt the gaze of somebody on the side of his face. Wary, he turned round to feel his heart dip.
Staring back at him was the panda 370Z girl from the gas station. She was seated three stools away, circling her the rim of her cup as her gaze turned at his general direction. She was wearing the same outfit as earlier, minus the boots and the ponytail. Her hair flowed past her shoulders in brunette ripples. When their eyes met she smiled her casual grin before turning away, taking a sip from her whiskey. One of her feet waved back and forth beneath the stool, the light from the bar outlining the brown highlights of her hair.
She was inviting him.
Jack looked around the bar nonchalantly. Nobody else. He looked at her again, meeting her eyes as she gave him a sideglance. She looked away again, pretending to watch the news on the TV monitor that the bartender had affixed himself to as he smoked a cigarette.
Jack finally cleared his throat and walked over casually with his drink, taking the seat next to her. He too fixed his eyes on CNN as he felt hers flicker up and down his side.
"Fancy meeting you here," Jack muttered. She heard her softly chuckle through her nose.
"Yeah, it's quite a coincidence," she replied. Her voice, a low sultry tone, made him melt.
He turned his gaze towards her, meeting her gaze as she rested her head against her fist.
He smiled.
"I'm Jack," he said.
The girl smiled, her lips and eyes shifting in a way that made Jack's breath hitch.
"Nikki Blake," she replied.
Jack continued to hold his gaze as her eyes peered at him over the rim of her cup. He leaned back slightly. He noticed her body had turned towards his, legs crossed. The curve of her waist was visible between the gap of her jeans and shirt.
"So where's that friend of yours?" Jack continued, regretting his words the instant they left his lips. Nikki replied as if the question was common.
"Out on the strip. Probably looking for a nightcap."
At the last word Nikki sat up straighter, turning herself towards the bar again, letting her breasts push up against the counter. Jack's eyes lingered for a second before finding hers again.
"And why aren't you doing the same thing?"
She bit her lip.
"Maybe I am."
At that moment, Jack knew that he wanted her. He could feel the ember of his desire begin to blossom inside of him, arousal more than imminent. He took another swig from his bourbon.
Words couldn't find footing for the next few seconds before Jack remembered who she was.
"Your N370Z in the garage?"
"Why, you wanna race for pink slips?"
Jack snorted.
"I didn't think you'd want to after what I did to you on the interstate today."
Nikki chuckled.
"I'll trust my luck."
"Your luck? I'd say mine fared better considering I slipped past two N30Z's with a Fairlady."
Nikki replied with an impressed stare. Her eyes burned whatever was left of Jack's self-control.
The pair knew that conversation was going to be minimal. It didn't take long before Jack realized that the glances she had thrown him at the gas station were not just second nature; she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
After another round Jack felt her hand brush against his crotch as the small talk continued. She nonchalantly apologized, but he could see the desire swirl in her pupils.
As the reserve of flirtations and small talk began to dwindle, Jack could feel his arousal grow solid. They shared more silent flirtations before the imminent verbal invitation.
For Jack, luck was in the driver's seat.
It's been a while since the Run came out, but Chrissy Teigen and Irina Shayk still manage to get me going in that trailer. It's definitely not their pixelly avatars, but something about sexy racing fugitives with hot rides definitely just get me.
If you haven't seen the trailer for Nikki Blake and Mila Belova, just Google 'Chrissy Teigen Need for Speed'. You'll find all the background info you need.
That being said, I'm still looking over my shoulder to make sure John Legend doesn't do me in. He probably knows this is just my lame excuse to write a Chrissy Teigen fanfiction. ^^;
Excelsior!
