Getting Dom'd

The Jumpoff

This is what could really happen should various members of the Posse converge on one place at the same time.

Outside of Billund, Denmark, October

"Jayha, are you mad with us?" Dréa finally asked in the silence of the SUV they'd rented.

"I'm not mad. I'm fucking amazed y'all are allowed out without a bevy of armed guards," Jayha said.

"We were just trying to help," Jeanie said.

"I get that. What I don't get is how y'all thought wearing Viking helmets and talking like pirates with Swedish accents was a good look and sound for 'sneaking.'"

"We got caught up in the whole Scandinavian experience," Shara said.

"The fact that we're now banned from the entire city is a bit more than getting 'caught up.' You do realize that this is the second time in three trips that we've been kicked out of a place," Jayha said.

"You can't bring up Vegas every single time," Dréa pouted.

"You almost burned down the Strip. Yeah, we can bring that up every time," Jayha said.

"At least Vegas was warm," Laura said. "Is it just me, or is anyone else getting cold?"

"It's not just you, chica. I've got the heat set on 'Inferno' and I'm still chilly," Jayha admitted.

"I've never seen a snowstorm so sudden or snow so thick," Jeanie said as she pulled the hood up on her hoodie before settling her Viking horns back atop her head.

"It's a good thing Reana found us alternate digs or I'd be more than a tad pissed," Jayha said. "I certainly don't relish spending the night in the truck."

"Yay! Reana," Raelynn led the other chicks in a cheer. The truck fairly rocked with the sound of the chicks clapping and stomping as they chanted Reana's name. "Reana! Reana! Reana!"

"Hella initiation into the Posse." Shara laughed.

"Yeah, but it's a hella fun initiation," Reana said.

"You are so one of us," Jeanie said.

"Being that y'all are wearing horned helmets, I'm not so sure that's a compliment," Jayha added as she followed the instructions of the GPS and turned onto a lighted drive.

All smack-talking turned into oohs and ahhs as the ladies got their first proper glance of Resort TresNi. Breathtaking. Simply too damn beautiful for words. The sumptuousness of the log resort was obvious, but none of them cared about that right now. They only cared that it looked warm.

"I hope they have valet parking," Jayha said, "otherwise I'm going to park this truck right here. I can't even see the parking area." Putting the Suburban in park, she was glad to see the troupe of men who walked towards the 4x4. When they pointed to their badges that indicated they were employees of TresNi, she opened the door.

"Welcome to Lækkert," one of the gentlemen said. "Go on in—we'll get your luggage and park your vehicle."

Hallelujah, she thought as she handed over the keys. She was about to make a mad dash inside when another employee covered her with a fur and took her arm so she wouldn't fall. Immediately, she was enveloped by warmth. Now this was hospitality.

Twenty minutes later, they were sprawled over the furniture in Jeanie's room flipping through the room service menu.

"Is it just me or is there a disproportionate number of really, smoking hot-ass men in the house?" Reana asked.