The big night had arrived. At this time of year, “night” didn’t mean it was dark out, of course. Even in the after-dinner hours, the sun was still well above the horizon as the Harbor Hotties headed for the Vibe Chaser.
Vibe Chaser.It took two trips on a high-speed motorized Zodiac for the crew to ferry the Hotties and their gear to the yacht. Trixie’s heart kept speeding up the closer they got to it. As they neared the Vibe Chaser’s sleek black hull, Trixie marveled at the way the prow cut through the air with lethal precision. She could imagine the air itself wincing in pain.
Vibe ChaserOne by one, they climbed a collapsible set of stairs the crew lowered over the side for them. Trixie figured it was a kind of “servants’ entrance,” because surely guests had a less awkward way to climb
