Chapter 11: Laying Plans

Fairly tired after their workout and the long night, Dave and Jess napped on the flight, laying back on the comfortable couches, while Missy took this opportunity to make a few phone calls to people in the states. The Gulfstream was equipped with a satellite phone system that could accept or receive calls almost anywhere in the world. She hadn't talked to her mother in a few days, so she took this opportunity to dial her up. "Hi Mom!"

"Missy! Hi Sweetie! I haven't heard from you in a few days!"

"I've been in London, so far this trip has been wonderful! What are you up to? Having breakfast?"

"We just finished eating and I'm getting ready for some tennis at the country club. Your father is telling me to finish getting ready, as he has a 10 AM tee time," said Penelope Davidson.

"Well, sounds like you guys have a fun day planned," said Missy

"Nothing too special. So tell me about your trip! Have you met any handsome eligible men yet?"

"The only handsome, eligible man I've been hanging around with is the one you've already met, Mom," joked Missy.

"How is he doing with this lottery business? I've always thought David was rather shy,"

Missy giggled, "I'm not sure shy is the right word, Mom. He certainly hasn't been shy on the trip, but I guess he was always a bit reserved around you and Dad,"

"Maybe you're right. Well say hi to Dave for me, I've always liked him. Your father is telling me to get off the phone, call me soon! Love you! Bye!" Penelope blew her daughter a kiss over the phone and hung up.

It was about another two hours before they were due to arrive in Ibiza, so Missy pulled out her laptop and started downloading some of the pictures she had taken to the computer and started working on her MySpace journal. Missy was a very organized person, and liked to keep track of all of her travels so she could remember it in the future.

She glanced at some of the pictures she had taken. A snapshot of Dave and the luscious Autumn dancing at the Garden of Eden... Yum. A nice shot of Missy and Jess in their matching black cocktail dresses in front of Mix. A shot of Missy laying on her bed in the Windsor room with a huge teddy bear that Dave had bought for her from Harrods, a picture of Missy and Dave lifting weights in the exercise room, and last but certainly not least, a picture of her and Jess holding each other spent after their dance at the Ministry of Sound. Wow, considering they'd only been away from Orange County for four days, it seemed like a lot had happened!

Missy worked on her site for what seemed like only a few minutes before Valerie came out to inform them that they were going to arrive in Ibiza in 15 minutes, asking if anyone wanted anything to drink or needed anything. They all demurred, looking out the window. The sun was in the lower quadrant of the sky, and the reflection in the Mediterranean was beautiful.

As they stepped out onto the runway, they were again struck by the temperature change. It was around 6 PM, and the temperature was right around 80F, a pleasant sea breeze helping with the somewhat higher humidity. The usual limo was there to take them to their hotel, as Dave didn't happen to have a manor up his sleeve this time. The ride to the hotel was fairly uneventful, and Jess, having never been to Ibiza before, was stunned by the natural beauty of the island. As they arrived at the Hotel Royal Plaza, which was directly in the center of Ibiza Town, several bellhops quickly came down to carry their luggage to their suite, which was the largest the hotel had.

The hotel manager came out and greeted them briefly, walking with them to the elevator and letting them know that everything was in order for their visit and that they were going to be in the Presidential Suite. He greeted Missy and Jess in the continental manner, which they found charming. Just before they got into the elevator, he handed them their room keys. The short elevator ride up to the sixth floor was quick, and although the elevator was quite cramped for the three of them, but it wasn't a long ride and it wasn't like they weren't shy around each other.

Dave slid the keycard in, and opened the door, and they saw a nicely appointed room with a nice panoramic view of the harbor. It wasn't as opulent as the suite they had had at the Mandalay Bay, but it was certainly nice enough. The layout of the room had one large king-sized bed at one end of the room with two adjoining smaller rooms, a small kitchen area, and a hot tub in the patio area.

Missy quickly moved towards one of the other bedrooms and put her stuff away quite efficiently, then started rummaging through her clothing for an outfit for the night out. Jess on the other hand took a somewhat longer time getting her stuff put away, and started the long process of getting herself dolled up for the evening.

Dave took much less time in getting ready. He grabbed a pair of Earnest Sewn Rollo jeans, and threw on a pale light blue T-shirt that he figured would blaze under blacklight, and a dark blue linen blazer. He then he walked out onto the patio and watched the sun as it started to drop to the horizon.

Missy was of course the next one ready, and she was dressed rather simply as usual, but today her outfit exuded sensuality. She wore a white spaghetti strap tank top with clearly nothing under it, a pair of black leather pants that appeared painted on, and black leather boots with 3" heels, and had a biker style black leather jacket tucked under her arm. All she needed was a helmet and she'd be ready to tear down the back lanes of Ibiza on her Ducati.

A surprisingly short time later, Jess emerged from her refuge. If Missy was dressed to kill, Jess was ready for wholesale slaughter. Deviating from her usual sea green, Jess wore a electric blue tube top that was so tight that Dave wondered how she could breathe. The tube top accompanied a pair of low rise jeans that appeared painted on but were sufficiently low to show a blue thong that matched her tube top. No color contacts tonight, as her baby blues were the perfect color to match her outfit. Dave mentioned that they would check out Privilege, which happened to be the world's largest nightclub.