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"Adrift" (A tale from TNTLWO)

Victor Carlson, with Suzi Williams (OOC thread)

His quarters
2115 hours (aka 9:15 pm) -- 45 minutes short of 1 day after TLWO

(Continued from here.)

Suzi talked to Victor about her desire to have a working toilet in the stateroom she shared with Doctor Pinchot. She told him, "I'm just wondering is maybe there might be something that I could do to change that."

She gave him a flirty smile. As her fingers played with his belt, she asked, "Any ideas?"

Victor looked down Suzi's frontside. She was such a sexy woman. She looked good now, fully dressed. She'd looked even better the first day he'd seen her. She'd passed by him in a bikini thong bottom and cropped top on her way to sunbathe. He'd smiled politely to her. She'd smiled politely back. Before she was out of his sight, Victor's cock had already reached full hardness. He'd made his way directly to his cabin to masturbate. It hadn't been the only time he'd beat off to fantasies that included her.

Suzi was the Doctor's guest, though. Carlton was paying her way in more ways than one. He would never have made a play for her prior to this. Why would he now? That was simple. She'd come to him. Victor answered, "I have some ideas, yes."

Normally he would be more romantic with a woman. But Suzi was a whore. And she wanted something from him. He leaned to his bed, retrieving a folded blanket from the end. He dropped it on the deck at his toes. Smiling, he asked, "Good idea?"
 
Lana Owens and Doctor Carlton Pinchot (OOC thread)

Carlton's stateroom
Day 1, >9 pm (23+ hours after TLWO)

(Continued from here.)

Lana reluctantly went along with all Carlton did to her, offering just enough resistance to make him feel as though he was taking something she didn't want to give. He was, of course; this was most definitely against her will. But Lana was going along to get what she needed from the doctor.

Ironically, the Doctor was actually pretty good at oral. Lana didn't want to enjoy what Carlton was doing to her, but she couldn't fault him for his technique. She was that so many men to whom so many women wouldn't be initially attracted turned out to be incredible lovers. It reminded her of that line from the classic movie Revenge of the Nerds where the chief nerd told the cheerleader that nerds were so good at oral because all we ever think about is sex. Carlton looked to Lana like the kind of man who'd been a nerd growing up.

She'd told herself before they started that -- like the resistance -- she needed to feign enough enjoyment to make the Doctor feel as though he was doing a good job. Ironically once again, Lana didn't have to fake. His tongue was working her clit like no other tongue had in some time, sending pleasurable jolts through her. She chastised herself, Don't enjoy this! Don't enjoy this! Dear God, don't!

Carlton stripped his lower half, moved Lana into the middle of the bed, and crawled in between her thighs, which he had to force open as part of her resistance. He didn't hesitate to ram most of his length inside her in one motion; she cried out in pain and surprise, both of them legitimate reactions to his forceful intrusion. The Doctor didn't hesitate to begin fucking Lana hard, fast, and as deep as his averaged-sized cock would.

She didn't engage like a fully willing woman would have; she simply laid there with her knees slightly bent and her arms to her side. Lana felt pleasure but not as much as she had when Carlton had had his mouth on her pussy and his tongue up and down her clit. She couldn't believe she was wishing he'd go down on her again.

He came quickly, as Lana had hoped he would. She hoped he would just roll off her and tell he she could go.
 
Suzi Williams and First Officer Victor Carlson (OOC thread)

His quarters
2115 hours (aka 9:15 pm) -- 45 minutes short of 1 day after TLWO

(Continued from here.)

Suzi watched Victor drop a folded blanket at his feet for her convenience and comfort, asking her, "Good idea?"
She smiled wide, went to work loosening his belt and pants, and answered, "Wonderful idea." She wrapped her hands around Victor's upper thighs, clutching them for support as she slowly dropped to her knees. She pulled his uniform slacks down to his ankles, then did the same with his briefs; his cock popped out, almost smacking Suzi on the forehead and making her chuckle.

"Nice," she complimented as she took hold of him by both his shaft and balls. She kissed his bulbous head, licked at it, then -- spitting into her palm -- began stroking his full length. She smiled up to him, saying with a devilish smirk, "Very ... very nice. I'm going to enjoy this."

She went to work on Victory's cock like the true professional she was. It took a minute or two for her to get into the groove enough to take the entirety of his shaft into her mouth and throat, pausing a moment just to give him the deepthroat sensation before pulling back and returning to her rapid back and forth motion. She would occasionally take him fully past her lips, but she spent most of the time coordinating her tightly gripping fingers with her lips and tongue.

She would work Victor without pause until he came. Much like Robert Parker's own whore -- for that was all that Connie Lang was in her opinion -- Suzi liked to catch her client's cum on her tongue and let him see what she'd done to him. She would do that here, too, before swallowing Victor's load, milking every last drop from him, and then offering to let him fuck her, too, if this hadn't been enough to get her a working toilet.
 
Brent Mack, Chief Olaf Jensen, other crew, and guests (OOC thread)

Day 1 -- 2100 hours (aka 9 pm)
Majestic's Engine Room

Brent, Olaf, three crew members, and even two guests were gathered around a maintenance worktable. There wasn't much to do at the moment. The propulsion equipment was silent. The electrical components were silent. If nothing was running, nothing broke down. There was nothing to do now but play poker.

He obviously hadn't known that Connie had been looking to hook up with him. The last he'd seen of her was her indicating that they weren't getting together. Brent had understood why, of course. Her sugar daddy boss had requested her services. Brent had doubted it was for dictating a letter.

The daylight hours had been busy for the crew, though. The Engine Room and Deck Crews had worked together on three main projects. They'd created a piping/pumping system to service the toilets. They'd thrown all the perishable foods overboard in an assortment of coolers and other containers to keep them chilled. And they'd constructed a rainwater collection system. All they needed now was rain.

"It's here!" a voice called out from the Engine Room's entrance a deck above them. The man clarified with a concerned tone, "The rain! It's here! So's the wind! Hurry!"

Almost simultaneously, the players snatched up their stakes and pocketed them. Those who were on duty hurried up the ladders. Even some of those who weren't followed, too. A minute later, the whole of them were working hard to better secure the water catchers.

The Majestic's desalination system wasn't working, of course. And the ship's water supply would only last a few days. If they rationed, they could stretch it a couple of weeks. But Doctor Pinchot had warned against pushing it too hard. "Dehydration isn't a pretty picture."

A solution had been found easy enough. It involved the second parasail, a dozen sets of clean sheets, a half-dozen sections of replacement piping, a couple of hundred feet of line, and every container they could find that would hold water. They used it all to create rainwater catchers. The rigging went all the way to the uppermost reaches of the Majestic, even the mast. The radar equipment was dead, of course. They didn't have to worry about those.

They thought it had been well built and well secured. Yet they found the majority of the sails flapping in the wind. And some of the sheets had broken loose and flown off into the Pacific, never to be seen again, likely. The crew scrambled almost an hour to resecure it all.

Soon enough, they were filling containers with rainwater. They spent the next two- or three-hours making adjustments for efficiency. The Chief eventually sent half of those working inside to dry off, warm up, and catch some Zees.

Brent changed into dry clothes and rain gear, then stuck with the job's first shift. He was too wired from drinking coffee during the poker game. He thought it was going to be easy. Just watch the rainwater fill the containers, right? Change the full ones out for empty ones. But the wind got worse. And he spent the next three hours constantly retying the sail and sheets.

The good news was that the never-ending work made the time pass by in a flash. Brent had officially been relieved at 0345 hours. He'd stayed until sunrise, though. He was still wired. He'd always loved the sunrise during a storm. You never knew what you were going to get. The contrast between the gray and black of the storm and the red and orange of the rising sun left you wondering.

This morning's sunrise was, in a word, disappointing. Mother Nature failed to penetrate the cloud cover at all. Brent finally gave up and went below to sleep.
 
Nick Paull, with Kim Kennedy in her cabin (OOC thread)

Day 1, sometime after 7:00 pm, aka 1900 hours (21 hours after TLWO)

(Continued from this post.)

"I want you, Nick," Kim purred as she kissed Nick. "I need you now."

He felt the beauty press her body into his, squashing his rock-hard bock between them. It felt good. It was going to feel much better when it was inside her.

Nick reached to Kim's ass and grasped her cheeks in powerful hands. He easily lifted Kim from her feet. Turning, he carried her to her bed, lying her back on the mattress. Nick peeled off his shirt, then began undressing Kim. In no time, she was naked. He laid between her parted thighs, pressing his shaft into the wetness between her lips. She was warm and wet, and Nick liked it. He returned to kissing her as he slid the length of his shaft up and down her pussy.

"What do you want me to do?" he whispered between kisses. "How can I make you happy, Kim?"
 
Victor Carlson, with Suzi Williams (OOC thread)

His quarters
2115 hours (aka 9:15 pm) -- 45 minutes short of 1 day after TLWO

(Continued from here.)

"Nice," Suzi complimented Victor on his cock. "Very ... very nice. I'm going to enjoy this."

Victor had heard that before. Nice cock. He would have been proud of that fact. His length. His girth. His symmetry. But it wasn't as if he'd gain such a nice cock through exercise or hard work. Mother Nature and genetics got the credit. Still, if was nicer than being a pencil dick or stubby.

Suzi went to work on his nice cock with amazing professionalism. Her skill only reaffirmed Victor's belief that she was more whore than simply companion. He had no problem with that. He'd partaken of pros before. He probably would again, too. He had no interest in a wife or even a serious lover. His career came first. His smuggling came in a close second. Neither of them were enhanced by the demands that came with a long-term relationship.

"Slow down," Victor murmured when the pleasure pushed him toward the point of no return. What she was doing felt too good to cum too soon. He took Suzi's head in his hands for control. He slowed her back and forth movement. Then, feeling the pleasure subside, he told her, "Okay. Continue."

Suzi went back to work. Quickly, he was moaning again. She didn't push him too far, too fast, though. Like she was proving, she was a professional. She knew what he wanted. He wanted it to last.

Amazingly, Suzi kept Victor on the edge of orgasm for what felt like eternity. It was a good eternity, though. Eventually, he told her, "Finish me."

Suzi did as instructed with great results. Victor felt the orgasm building and building and building. He began to wonder if it would ever arrive. When he knew it was there, he reached one hand to the wall for support. The other went to the back of Suzi's head. He didn't force himself deeper into her mouth. He only held her there, wanting to fill her mouth with his seed.

He grunted out loudly as he exploded. She'd known his eruption was coming and had begun stroking him hard and fast. He fired streams of cum for longer than he had in a long, long time. Victor's knees nearly buckled as the euphoria overwhelmed him. He managed to stay on his feet, though.

His head spun for the longest time, his heart pounding out of control. Eventually, he regained his senses. Looking down, he found Suzi milking his length. She lapped up every drop, swallowing the last bits of his jizz. He managed to get out, "Wow. I mean. Wow."

Victor scooted carefully to the edge of his bed. His pants and briefs were around his ankles like hocks. Sitting, he fell back into the mattress. He looked to Suzi, smiling. He said with a sincere voice, "I don't think anyone's ever done that so perfectly before. Thank you."

He used his toes to push his shoes off his feet. His pants and underwear left him next. He looked to Suzi again. "If you need to go, I'd understand. But if you wanted to fuck."

Victor would leave it to her to decide whether they went any farther with this. Either way, he told her, "I'll see to it that you and the Doctor get water to your bathroom. I can justify it. Carlton is acting as the Majestic's doctor, after all."
 
Kim Kennedy and Nick Paull in her cabin (OOC thread)

Day 1, about 7:30 pm, aka 1930 hours (21 and 1/2 hours after TLWO)

(Continued from this post.)

Kim giggled as Nick so easily lifted her off her feet with his powerful hands grasping her ass cheeks. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pinching them around him to better feel his massive erection pressing against her pussy. She knew that this was wrong -- fraternizing with a fellow crew member -- but she was desperate to experience a cock that she already knew was bigger than anything she'd ever had inside her before.

"What do you want me to do?" he whispered after she was on her back, naked, knees parted and high, as Nick pressed his cock hard into her. "How can I make you happy, Kim?"
She laughed again, quickly explaining, "Men don't usually ask that ... what they can do to make me happy. Thank you."

Kim struggled to get out from underneath Nick, telling him, "I want to be on top. I need to be on top." She maneuvered him to his back, quickly unfastened his belt and work slacks, and stripped them down his body. As his cock popped out, she literally gasped. "My God! Jesus, Nick. I'm--" She laughed again, looking into his eyes. "I'm not sure I can even get that inside me ... fuck!"

Men loved to hear that a woman thought they had a big cock, and women often said it to impress men who they wished to make feel more endowed than they might think they were. But in this case, Kim wasn't exaggerating a bit. Nick was at least 9 inches in length, maybe more, depending on exactly from which side of the base you measured from; did you measure across the top or from the taint, had always been the question.

But it wasn't just his length. Nick's cock, fully hardened, was close to two inches thick. Girth...? Is that girth...? No, girth is circumference, right? Not diameter? What the fuck are you doing math for? she chastised herself. Suddenly, Kim was worried that that monster might hurt her. She leapt off the bed, saying, "Gimme a second."

Hurrying to the bathroom, lit only by the indirect light of candles out in the bedroom, she dug frantically through a bag until she found what she needed. Returning to the bed and hopping onto it, she held condoms and a bottle of lube out before her. She looked at the little square package, looked at Nick's torpedo, then tossed the rubbers away. She explained, "They'll never fit you, so ... I hope to God you're not diseased."

Kim knew she shouldn't be fucking a man who likely had far more than his share of lovers without protection. But she needed him -- she needed that! -- and without an ultra-king-sized prophylactic, she was just going to have to take the risk. She squirted a big glob of gel into one hand, grasped his shaft, and lubed it up and down, again saying with awe, "My God, Nick. You're ... so ... fucking ... amazing."

Kim coated him with gel until the full length of his cock glistened in the light of the candle lanterns. Then, moving into place over him, she stood tall on her knees, put him in place, and lowered her weight. She moved his big, bulbous head up and down her slit, lubing it thoroughly before finally lowering enough to cause him to penetrate her. She grimaced as his head broke through her resistance, groaning at the pain.

"Slow," she mumbled, unnecessarily so as Nick was letting her control the whole event. She leaned forward, pressing her opened hands upon his muscular chest. Again, she mumbled, "Slow." She spent a good couple of minutes taking in just bit more of Nick's massive tool, then pulling out, then taking more, then pulling out. The lube was doing its job as well as it could; the fact of the matter was that he was just too big for what Kim was used to.

Eventually and amazingly, though, Kim ultimately felt her pussy and ass resting on Nick's groin; his entire length was inside her, filling her as no man ever had before. She hadn't realized that her eyes had been closed through all of this until she finally opened them to look down into the man's own. Kim laughed, saying, "My God. I've never felt anything like you before."

It would be a couple of minutes before they actually started what she called fucking. Kim had had to get used to Nick's monster size inside her, but once she did, she rode him hard and wild. She interlaced her fingers with his, leaned her head and upper body back, and bounced in his lap again and again and again; as it went on, her groans turned to moans, her moans, to cries, and ultimately -- as the euphoria of orgasm ripped through her -- cries turned to screams.

"Don't stop!" Kim demanded desperately, even though it had been her doing the vast majority of the work until now. But as the orgasm tore through her, she found herself unable to continue the effort and -- at the top of her lungs -- begged, "Fuck me! Fuck me, Nick! Don't stop!"

Kim had always been multi-orgasmic, able to cum three or four or five times in rapid succession if the stimulation continued just right. Most men couldn't do that to her, though, and often if she enjoyed that kind of ecstasy, it was because she'd caused it herself with her fingers upon her clit.
 
Day 2 begins​


(OOC: It has only been a little more than 32 hours since TLWO at 2200 hours. Still, since this is the second "daylight" period since TLWO, we are calling it "Day 2" and foregoing the number of hours after TLWO.

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The Women of the Majestic (OOC thread)
Day 2, 0630 hours (aka 6:30 am)

Captain Karen Kimball

Karen left her stateroom, heading for the bridge of the Majestic. She and Second Officer and Master-At-Arms Nance had swapped the Officer of the Deck post last night after Zoe had come to the bridge wired from caffeine and found the Captain's eyes only half open. There was nothing official about the swap, but then there was very little official or unofficial taking place aboard the yacht since they'd been struck by the strange, unexplainable power outage, what they were now more often than not referring to as the Event.

Karen's real reason for heading back to the bridge after only 4 hours of sleep was that she liked to watch the sunrise. Her main reason for having taken the Midwatch since leaving Tarawa had been to avoid the rich people and their guests, despite being Captain of the boat. She'd had a second purpose, though, which had been to see the start of each new day ... right before she headed to her rack and sacked out.

By the time she arrived at the bridge, the horizon to the east was already showing deep reds of the dawning day. Last night's storm had subsided, but the sky above was still crowded with thick, black clouds. The drift anchor was keeping the Majestic's bow pointed almost due east, which gave Karen a wondrous view of the Pacific beyond the recently cleaned windows.

"Go ahead," Karen said with a tone that showed she expected bad news. She looked to Zoe, asking, "What's the newest bad news?"

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Second Officer Zoe Nance (aka the Master-at-arms) and introducing Jose Desilva

"Shockingly, Captain," Zoe began, looking to the clipboard with handwritten notes filling the page, "there's no new bad news to report ... just the old bad news." She glanced over the top page, then the one below it, and handed the board to Karen. "Obviously, the power is still out. Mister Desilva wandered up to the bridge last night after I relieved you, and we had a long discussion about what's happened. He's ... well, I'm not entirely sure what he is--"

"He was a professor of electrical engineering at MIT," Karen filled in, adding, "Until Robert Parker hired him away to run one of his companies. I don't know what they do there. Something about making electronic equipment that will survive the radiation of space."

"Funny you mention that, Captain," Zoe continued. "Mister Desilva says that since we didn't actually see an electromagnetic pulse bomb explode in the atmosphere above us -- it was dark, after all, and there would have been a fiery blast, he says, even for an EMP bomb -- that there are only two things that could account for not only the electrical systems of the boat failing but the cell phones, sat phones, all the battery operated devices, etcetera--"

"A solar storm of untold and historic proportions," Karen cut in. She looked to her Master-At-Arms and said, "Yeah, Jose and I had that conversation yesterday, too."

"Well, did he tell you about the aliens?" Zoe asked. A smile spread her lips as her superior officer looked to her again. "Yeah. Two things, remember? He says that a superior alien race with multiple ships in orbit could have done this to the entire planet ... to subdue the planet in preparations for their invasion and enslavement of the Human Race."

Karen chuckled, but Zoe continued with a serious tone, "Captain, I don't want to be some Martian's breakfast." When the other officer looked to her again, Zoe clarified, "Mister Desilva says the most likely use an invading alien force would have for keeping us alive -- I mean, they didn't kill us, right? The only reason would be to make us the main course of their diet."

By now, Karen was laughing out loud. She attempted to reassure the woman, "Trust me, Miss Nance. If the Martians have come to Earth to eat us all, they're going to start in Los Angeles or New York or some other big city where they have a veritable smorgasbord from which to choose." She handed the clipboard back, saying, "You're relieved. Go get some breakfast and some sleep. Thank you for taking over last night."

"I stand relieved," Zoe said, hanging the clipboard on a hook before turning for the bridge's exit. Before she cleared the door, though, she stopped, turned, and added, "Oh, sorry, Captain. Our friend down in the brig." She was, of course, referring to Troy Vance. "Nurse Laura has asked for a key to the door to allow her and the Doctor to check on him without bothering one of the Senior Officers."

"Denied," Karen said without even having to think. "Until we know a little more about him ... no, fuck that ... I don't want either the Nurse or the Doctor attending to Mister Vance without either you, Victor, and myself in attendance. Understood?"

"Understood, Captain," Zoe said, and turning to leave, she said, "I'll pass the word."
 
Maggie Johnson and Gwen Parker (a few minutes earlier than the post above):

Maggie had jolted away at 6 o'clock sharp, thanks to the non-electrical workings of the windup alarm clock that she'd carried with her on each and every working trip since being hired by Gwen Parker. Maggie had inherited the handy little foldup clock from her grandfather after he'd died; he himself had inherited it from his own grandfather, who had brought it home from Germany after the war.

She'd spent a few minutes cleaning up -- particularly her fingers and privates -- after having masturbated to fantasies of being in one of the Majestic's many pools and/or Jacuzzis with the vessel's Captain. Quickly doing her hair and makeup, then dressing in her regular business attire -- despite Mrs. Parker having ordered her to start dressing down to fit the setting and current situation -- Maggie hurried up a deck to the yacht's kitchen to ensure that the preparation of the Parkers' breakfast was underway, and that Gwen's particular brand of coffee was brewing. (Luckily, Gwen had never been a latte or cappuccino type and preferred a nice drip coffee. Luckily yet again, the Majestic carried an old-fashioned percolator pot for cookouts on the beach.)

Once she knew that everything was being prepared, Maggie returned to her stateroom, blocked open the door, and sat in a chair just barely inside to wait. Gwen Parker had wanted her Personal Assistant berthed as near as possible to the Grand Stateroom, so Maggie had been put up in a cabin just two doors down from the Parkers. It was a stateroom that was larger, more comfortable, and better appointed than some of the cabins occupied by the Parker's guests.

After a few minutes, Maggie heard the now familiar short, soft squeak of the hinges of the Grand Stateroom's door. She hopped quickly up to move into the hallway, making eye contact with her boss. Gwen gestured her PA nearer, asked about breakfast and coffee, and got an answer that made her smile. Maggie asked, "Would you like me to bring it down to you, Gwen?"

"No, honey, that's not necessary," Gwen answered. "I think I'm going to go eat in the GDR with the others. But thank you."

As Gwen stepped back inside, Maggie quickly said, "I was thinking about going up to the bridge, ma'am ... to ... to see what the situation is. Maybe something's changed?"

Gwen considered her PA's expression, body language, and tone of voice, then smiled and asked with a devilish smirk, "Okay, who up there's snagged your interest? That good looking First Officer, Victor Carlson? Or ... maybe -- oh, sure! -- that guy with the tats and Arnold Schwarzenegger's body ... what's his name, Nick something?"

Maggie's face exploded in a fiery blush as she lowered her gaze, embarrassed. Gwen reached out to the woman, pulling her in for a hug as she said, "I'm just teasing." As they separated and she raised the younger woman's chin to meet her gaze, Gwen said, "Whichever guy it is who's caught your eye, he's a lucky fucking duck to have your attention."

But as they stared at each other, Gwen saw something in the other woman's eyes that intrigued her. Suddenly, something clicked in her brain about her PA, and after looking behind her into the stateroom and then down the passageway for eavesdroppers, Gwen asked in barely above a whisper, "Or am I wrong ... in assuming that a guy has caught your attention?"

"Oh, Gwen," Maggie murmured as her eyes began to glisten over. "Am I a fool?"

"Oh, honey," Gwen the said, pulling the younger woman in for another hug. She'd figured out what the issue was, but now didn't know what she was supposed to do with that new knowledge, if anything at all. This wasn't her life, of course; it was Maggie's. She pulled back again, grasping the PA's upper arms in her hands, looked Maggie directly in the eyes, and asked, "What can I do to help?"

"Help...?" Maggie asked meekly.

Gwen smiled wide, saying, "Help you find love, honey. We all need love. Or, at least, lust!" She laughed, then asked, "Which is it, do you think? Love or lust?"

Maggie couldn't help but laugh at her boss's question. She reached a finger to her eye and cheek, wiping away a threatening tear before repeating the same to the other side. She confessed, "I don't know. I ... I don't even know ... I don't know if the Captain is even--"

"The Captain?" Gwen cut in sharply. She saw the surprise in Maggie's face, and after a moment laughed. She pulled the girl in for yet another hug, pushed her back out again, and clarified her surprise, "Oh my God, I thought you meant Zoe, the Second Officer."

Gwen had already had suspicions that the Master-at-Arms was gay; in the seven days since the Majestic departed Tarawa, Gwen hadn't seen the woman show any interest or inkling toward any of the male crew or even any of the male guests. Regarding the sexual preferences of the ship's Commanding Officer, Gwen had seen nothing to indicate that Karen went one way or the other; the Captain had conducted herself with the utmost professionalism thus far, which had included not showing intimacy toward men or women aboard the yacht.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--" Gwen started when she saw Maggie's reaction to her incorrect assumption. She smiled again, telling Maggie with a serious tone, "I will find out for which team the Captain plays--"

"No! No, please--" Maggie tried.

But Gwen told her, "Don't worry your little head off, honey. I've got this. You just go up to the bridge and find out what's going on and leave this to me."

Maggie didn't look convinced. But this was her boss, and she wasn't about to argue or contradict Gwen, even if this was about her sex life, not the boss's. She only smiled, nodded her head, backed up, turned, and wandered off. She went to her cabin first to gather a coat and hat, then -- dressed against the presumed cold outside -- went up and out to look about. The sun was up beyond the yacht's bow, but here nearer to the stern, Maggie stood alone in shadows. She considered what had just happened and contemplated what good -- or bad -- her boss might do her by quizzing the Captain.

She decided not to interact with Karen right away and headed for the GDR instead to help put together the breakfast and also eat.
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Connie Lang

Waking to her body's alarm clock and nothing electronic or mechanical, Connie slipped out of bed and went to her stateroom's tiny bathroom to pee. She didn't think about the sewage situation until after she'd begun tinkling; after she'd finished, wiped her lips, tossed her tissue into the garbage rather than the pot where it would normally go, and stood to push the handle, did she find that no water came her toilet's way. She'd talk to Robert about this later, insisting with a flirtatious tone that the yacht's owner's sex toy was special enough to be able to flush her toilet.

She stripped, cleaned up, dressed in a casual pants suit, and made her way up to the GDR for food and coffee. Robert didn't have the always be at my beck and call mentality for his PA as his wife did, so Connie knew she would forego going straight to the Parkers' stateroom to check in.

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Kim Kennedy (and Nick Paull):

A pounding knock at the door of Kim's cabin jolted her from her sleep, leading to her rolling and sitting up quickly ... to find Nick Paull still in her bed! She instantly panicked, with the knock at the door repeating and one of the female Client Services Staff calling through the thin barrier, "Kim! They're looking for you in the GDR! People are flipping out wondering why their Chief Steward isn't 'stewarding' them."

By now, Nick had awoken, too, and looking down into his face as he blinked away the sleep, Kim murmured, "Oh my God, what have we done? We fell asleep!"

This wasn't just fraternization! They'd spent the night together! They'd fallen asleep after they'd enjoyed unimaginably pleasurable simultaneous orgasms together. Actually, Kim hadn't had one orgasm: she'd had five! Oh, it wasn't as if she'd counted them as they happened, something that might have been hard to do even if she'd tried as each had exploded through her just seconds after the last one had subsided. She'd been riding so high on the pleasure that they might have been just one long extended orgasm for all she knew.

What she did know -- now, of course -- was that she'd collapsed down upon Nick's muscular torso, clutched to him for fear that he might disappear, and -- aided by the exhaustion of a long, long day, and champagne -- had fallen almost immediately asleep in his arms.

"Kimberly!" the crew member hollered again from the passageway.

"I'm up! Jesus Christ, I'm up!" Kim snapped back. "Give me five minutes ... ten, give me ten minutes!"

She threw the blankets off of her and tried to exit the shared bed, only to clench her jaws, grimace, then cry out at the pain and tightness in her crotch from riding so hard and long upon Nick's monster cock. She managed to get out of bed, turned to look him in the eye, and growled, "I'm gonna be walking funny all fucking day, you freak of nature."

Kim tried to appear angry about the effects of his activities inside her the night before, but she couldn't maintain the sneer. She smiled, then laughed, then blushed as well. She was about to tell him that he'd been the greatest fuck of her life when--

Bang, bang, bang again on the door. Kim presumed she was again being summoned and shouted, "I'm coming! Jesus Christ, give me a moment to get dressed!"

But then a male voice called through the door, "Nick! The Chief needs you in the Engine Room, right now."

Kim's face drained white as her mouth fell open. She mouthed, What the fuck? How'd they know?

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Laura Sherman (aka Nurse Laura), earlier this morning:

Her first thought upon waking was about Troy Vance and the millions of dollars he'd offered her and Zoe Nance in exchange for making sure he went free when they reached their destination, whatever that might be at this point in time. Laura knew it was wrong to be thinking of such things; the man was a thief, the money about which he spoke was stolen, and to help him escape would, presumably, be a violation of the law, likely a felony in the United States, in Papua-New Guinea, or both.

Still, she couldn't help but imagine having that much money to spend however and on whatever she chose. No more nursing; no more cruises across endless oceans; no more taking vitals or blood tests or giving flu shots or -- ick! -- checking men for hernias. For reasons that baffled her now, Laura had believed that becoming a nurse was somehow going to be romantic and exciting. Too many television hospital shows, she'd told herself over and over since then.

But what if Troy could get her away from all this? Just imagining the possibility had Laura up and at'em early. She'd cleaned up, dressed, and headed out to see if the Doctor had checked in, only to find the Infirmary vacant. She came across Zoe and -- having already decided she needed to speak to Troy in private -- asked if she and the doctor could get a key for the storage room that was now a brig. The Master-At-Arms had told Laura that that was the Captain's decision, but that she would certainly ask.

She headed up to breakfast, finished eating quickly, then headed off toward their prisoner's location. Laura knocked lightly, got a response, then told Troy, "I don't have a key to bring you breakfast, but I'll check with the Zoe again to see how we're doing this, okay?"

Laura waited for his response, then hesitated a long moment before asking just loud enough for Troy to hear him through the door, "Were you serious...? About the money, I mean."

Again, Laura waited for his response. Then, needing clarification if she was going to risk her job and quite possibly her freedom, she asked, "How much...? I mean ... how much would you give me...? You know ... if I helped you escape?"

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Lana and Claudia Owens (with Nurse Laura)

Despite the crew cabin they'd been assigned having over-under bunk beds, the two sisters had slept in each other's arms in the bottom bunk. The younger Claudia had been afraid of being alone, and the older Lana had needed to feel the embrace of someone who loved and respected her after her lewd, disgusting sexual encounter with Doctor Pinchot.

In truth, after Lana had returned from Carlton's stateroom to sanitize her entire body, inside and out, she'd been bothered by more than just the fact that she'd essentially prostituted herself for the Doctor's medical help in getting the diamond balloons safely out of her and Claudia's digestive tracts. No, what had bothered Lana just as much as what the Doctor had done to her had been what he hadn't done to her. Carlton had been surprisingly good at oral sex, and before he'd quit eating her out to get his cock inside her pussy to please himself, he very nearly driven Lana to orgasm, something that she'd found herself both dreading and yearning at the same time.

There was a light knock at the door, causing Lana to flinch and the still-sleeping Claudia to simply murmur. Nurse Laura asked softly, "Lana, Claudia ... are you awake? Do you want to come eat breakfast?"

"No, we're fine," Lana answered with as soft a voice as she could. Fearing persistence from the nurse, she insisted, "We're fine, really. We'll be out later."

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Suzi Williams (in Victor's cabin):

After sucking the First Officer's cock the night before, it had occurred to Suzi that her client, Doctor Pinchot, might not be done fucking the elder of the two rescued sisters. When Victor indicated that she could leave or stay, she chose the latter, telling him as she stripped and mounted him, "I have no place to go ... for now, anyway."

She'd fucked him to another orgasm, enjoyed two of her own, then shared a third one with him before they finally passed out, spooning in his rack. Now, she awoke to find herself alone, the Majestic's Second-in-Command seemingly having returned to his duties. She'd come to Victor's cabin with the expressed purpose of getting something from him, the return of water flow to the bathroom of her and Carlton's stateroom. As it turned out, she'd enjoyed fucking the man more than she'd expected. Suzi didn't often fuck solely for her own sexual satisfaction. But she could see herself sitting atop Victor's lap again in the near future.

Suzi dressed, checked the passageway for prying eyes, and -- seeing none -- headed for her own berthing quarters. She got there to find it as vacant as Victor's had been. She appreciated that; Carlton had a liking for morning head, and Suzi just wasn't in the mood for having his cock and cum in her mouth.
 
Nick Paull, with Kim Kennedy in her cabin.

(Continues from the middle of this post.)

The first pounding knock at Kim's door interrupted Nick's dream but didn't bring him to full consciousness. The sound of a woman calling to his new lover did, though.

"Oh my God, what have we done?" she said softly. "We fell asleep!"

He understood her panic. This wasn't the first time Nick had fallen asleep in the bed of a woman that maybe he shouldn't have been fucking. Of course, most of those prior times hadn't been because the woman was a coworker. Most of those times had been because the woman was taken. Husband, boyfriend, girlfriend. Whomever.

"Kimberly!" the woman at the door called again.

"I'm up! Jesus Christ, I'm up!" Kim snapped back.

Nick curled his lips into between his teeth and pinched down on them. He didn't want to laugh. And yes, he did think it was funny. Personally, it didn't hurt him to be caught in bed with Kim. What did he care.

But he could see how it could embarrass her, so he kept silent.

She told the woman at the door, "Give me five minutes ... ten, give me ten minutes!"

Nick whispered to her, "I could do you again in five minutes, but thanks for getting us ten."

Kim leapt out of bed. The look on her face was one of pain. He understood that, too. She wasn't the first women he'd fucked who had had a hard time taking his girth without later discomfort. Oh, the trials and tribulations of a well-hung man, he reminded himself.

"I'm gonna be walking funny all fucking day," Kim growled, adding, "you freak of nature."

"Hey, blame my father and Mother Nature," he said as Kim laughed. He smiled, telling her, "You see, when the two of them slept together one night many years ago, my father and Mother Nature, I mean."

He ceased his story at yet another pounding on the door. Kim hollered that she was getting ready. But the voice on the other side of the door this time was male. "Nick! The Chief needs you in the Engine Room, right now."

"Oops," Nick mumbled. He looked to Kim. Her face had gone white. She mouthed, What the fuck? How'd they know?

"I would imagine someone heard you," he said, no longer whispering. There was no reason to whisper anymore. Rising up out of bed, he smiled wide. As he neared her, Nick told her, "I would imagine that everyone heard you. Do you know how loud you cum? My God, it's beautiful. But loud."

Nick intended on taking Kim into his hands, holding her tight to him, and kissing her. He even considered suggesting they use their ten minutes wisely. Wisely, of course, meant fuck again. Somehow, he doubted she was going to be up for that. But one could always dream.

He'd absolutely and thoroughly enjoyed fucking the Chief Steward. Every woman was tight when you had a cock with Nick's girth. But Kim had been particularly so. Even with lube and her natural juices, sliding in and out of her had been tricky. He'd feared hurting her, so he'd given her total control.

He only took control after she'd exploded her first time and begged him to keep the euphoria going. He'd slipped his hands under her ass cheeks, lifted her a few inches, then drove hard and deep into her repeatedly. He only stopped when she collapsed like a rag doll down upon his body.

Nick had cum one amidst Kim's handful of orgasms. He'd wanted to continue on but chose not to. Seeing, feeling, and hearing her during her climaxes and the afterglow was enough for this first time. Kim was a beautiful woman at any time. As she rode out the moments following explosive sex, though, she was even more so.
 
Robert Parker and Victor Carlson (with a short note on Connie Lang) -- OOC thread

(Continued from the top of this post.)

Robert awoke before his wife, slipped gently out of bed, and prepared for his morning. He checked Gwen before he left the stateroom. She still appeared to be asleep. That wasn't necessarily true, though. If she had nothing she felt she needed to say to or discuss with Robert, Gwen often simply laid there with her eyes closed. He did the same at times. That's just how they'd come to be after 40 years of marriage.

He'd noticed that his stateroom's ensuite had had seawater for flushing the toilet but no freshwater at the sink. That didn't surprise Robert. He'd awoken at one point during the night, dressed, and gone topside. He'd found the crew working furiously to collect the storm's rainwater. He'd considered helping, but he'd been exhausted.

Robert went to the Grand Dining Room for breakfast, coffee, and news. He found Connie filling a plate and chatted with her a moment. She'd dressed in what she considered casual wear. And yet guests and crew alike were still sneaking quick, ogling glances at her. He only greeted her and told her he'd like to see her at ten o'clock or so. He gave no reason. He was the boss. He didn't need to.

First Officer Victor Carlson found Robert and asked to speak to him. The pair took their breakfast and coffees out onto the Majestic's main deck at the stern. It was the only portion of deck aft of the mast that wasn't still under the rain catchers. Victor spoke to Robert about the concept for the freshwater evaporators.

"There are two problems," Victor informed the yacht's owner. "First, the Chief says that as conceived of, we won't get more than twenty gallons a day out of them, max. Last night, the rain catchers collected almost 150 gallons before the rains stopped. But it's not going to go as far as one might expect. There were 43 people onboard the Majestic: 12 guests, 28 crew, and 3 refugees. The average person needs almost a gallon a day simply not to eventually die of dehydration. That's without any exertion or excessive heat. The water we collected last night may have added 3 days to our current quantity, if it is only used for drinking."

Victor paused. Robert reminded him, "You said first problem?"

"Second problem," Victor said hesitantly. "Between the seawater pumping system for the sewage system, the rainwater collection, and the evaporators, there isn't going to much space on deck open for you and your guests."

"You're concerned that you're going to ruin their vacation?" Robert asked. He laughed. "A bit too late for that, I think. Mister Carlson, you and your Chief take what space you need to keep us in water and flushed toilets. Don't worry about my guests. I'll worry about them."

The men shook hands and went their separate ways to continue their days.
 
Nick Paull, with Kim Kennedy in her cabin. (OOC thread)

(Continues from here.)

"I would imagine someone heard you," Nick responded when Kim asked how one of his crewmates knew to find him here in her cabin. "I would imagine that everyone heard you."

Kim's eyes widened and her mouth fell open, both results of the horror at thinking that others had heard her in the throes of ecstasy. Nick continued, "Do you know how loud you cum?"

"Stop that!" she commanded, trying her best to hide a building smile.

But Nick persisted: "My God, it's beautiful. But loud."

"Stop that!" she repeated, this time bursting into giggles as her face burst into a fiery blush.

She'd been gathering her scattered clothes, deciding what if anything she could wear again today and what needed to be replaced anew. Before she knew it, Nick was holding her tight to him and kissing her. "We don't ... don't have time ... for this," she managed between kisses. She pretended to be fighting him off, but in truth, she loved being held by the man. Between kisses that were becoming increasingly erotic -- while hands were also caressing and groping at her still naked body -- Kim demanded without too much emphasis or sincerity, "Stop ... Nick ... stop ... we don't have time ... there's no ... we can't..."

She felt his already stiff cock between them again, and without even thinking of the repercussions, reached down and grasped it in both of her hands, squeezing and stroking it between them. "Oh, God ... you're so magnificent, Nick. But ... we don't ... have time for this..."

Before she realized what she was doing, Kim leaned toward the nearby lamp table, grabbed the bottle of sex lube, squeezed a huge glob out into her hands, and generously coated the entirety of his length as she warned, "We have to make this fast."

Knowing what she wanted him to do, she lifted and wrapped one leg up around his waist, and as Nick took hold of her body to lift her up against the wall, she wrapped the other leg and crossed her ankles behind him. She ordered, "Slow! Take it easy! Or ... you'll hurt me, Nick. I mean it."

Sharp shots of pain went through her as he entered her pussy; the previous night, her hole had been the victim of Nick's long, thick cock on its way to providing her so much ecstasy. But then he was deep inside her -- even deeper than he'd been the night before -- and as she bounced up and down on and around his mighty shaft, Kim began crying out, first at the pain, then at the pleasure, then -- far faster than she would have expected -- at the orgasmic explosion ripping through her.

Kim's arms clutched around Nick's neck, her face buried into the crook of his neck, as she rode out the waves and waves of ecstasy. She lost total control of herself and would have fallen to the floor if it weren't for Nick's powerful hands and arms holding her up ... oh, and the cock shoved up her like the stick up the middle of a caramelized apple.

She didn't really know how much time had passed before she was finally able to force herself to say, "We have to go. We have to stop this." Nick pulled out and lowered Kim carefully to her feet, steadying her against the wall. Her heart was still beating, and her chest swelled and shrank with the deep breaths. She reached down to grasp his cock in both hands again, asking, "Did you cum? Tell me you came ... because ... I don't think we have time to keep doing this right now, but I have to know you enjoyed yourself."

Kim listened to Nick's answer, knowing that whether he'd finished or not, they had to get out of here. She made her way to the little bathroom to clean up, a task made far more difficult than normal with all the lube and bodily fluids, both dried and newly released. She couldn't go out there into the public areas, though, without having the smell of sex thoroughly removed from her. People out there already knew she'd fucked Nick; she didn't want them smelling him on her, too.

Before he left, Kim would tell him with a sincere tone, "I enjoyed that, Nick. I ... I hope we're going to do this again ... soon?"
 
Brent Mack (OOC thread)

Day 2, 0700 hours (33 hours after TLWO):

Brent had hoped to speak to Connie before he slipped off to his bunk for some badly needed rest. But he gave the search up. He'd been awake for more than a day and a half, since before the Event had even occurred. He wanted so badly to see the beautiful, sexy blonde again. But he was literally teetering at times. It wasn't from the rolling of the ship. It was from the exhaustion.

He finally surrendered and headed for his shared cabin. He'd been stuck with two additional bunkmates when the crew was expanded from 18 to 28. Luckily, the extra bunk had been moved to one of the guest services spaces. He didn't know which one. He didn't care which one. All Brent cared about right now was that his sole bunkmate was already sound asleep. He, too, had worked all night on the rain catchers.

Brent stripped to his boxers, laid down, and was out in seconds. Through the night, he would dream repeatedly about Connie's nude form. In reality, he'd been just one condom away from enjoying her in a way only one other man had over the past six years. In his dreams, though, he would have her without the need for protection. And he would have her in untold, innumerable ways over the course of many, many wonderful dreams.
 
Troy Vance and Victor Carlson, with Nurse Laura (OOC thread)

"The Brig"
Day 2, about 7 am (about 33 hours after TLWO)

(Continued from the third part of this post.)

Troy Vance had heard footsteps in the passageway beyond his cell's door throughout the night and early morning. He hadn't slept for more than a few minutes at a time. There was simply too much racing through his mind.

He had no way of knowing what the time of day was when he heard approaching footsteps stop at his door. A moment later, the woman they called Nurse Laura asked if he was awake. He'd only heard her footsteps. He presumed she was alone. He decided to be a bit flirty. "For you, Laura, I'm anything you want."

Troy had seen something in the woman's eyes the day before when she performed her checkup. He'd seen sympathy. But there had been more than that. Had it been curiosity? Or maybe personal interest. Sexual interest.

Then he'd spoken of the millions he had. And his willingness to share. That had perked her interest for certain. Troy couldn't know how much it had perked her interest, though.

That was until Laura asked through the door, "Were you serious...? About the money, I mean."

"Absolutely," he told her without hesitation. He moved over to the door. He wanted her to feel him through the door, not just hear him. He told her softly, "It's in a numbered account. All I have to do is get to a bank. Any bank that does international transactions. That's most of them."

There was another pause. Troy feared that money alone might not do it for him. He continued in a soft, sincere voice, "Laura, I'm not a bad guy. I didn't hurt anyone to get this money. I'm a white-collar criminal. Hell, I'm not even that, really. A criminal, per se. I found some money that someone else had stolen. And then I stole it from them."

Another long pause followed. Then, Laura asked, "How much...? I mean ... how much would you give me...? You know ... if I helped you escape?"

"Half," he said. Again, he didn't hesitate. "Seven million dollars, Laura. It's yours. If you help me get away."

Yet another pause followed. He needed Laura to believe him. "Laura, you can trust me. Seven million dollars, US. It's yours if you help me. It's easy for me to give to you. It's not my money, first, so I'm not really losing anything. I'm not a stingy person. I'll be perfectly happy with just seven million."

He paused a moment. He wanted his next words to sound sincere and spoken from the heart. "But it's more than that, Laura. I like you. And I want you to have this. Half. Seven million."

He went silent, waiting for her response. But a male voice interrupted from down the hall. Troy didn't immediately recognize the voice. The second time the man spoke told Troy that it was the yacht's First Officer.

"Nurse Laura, you're up and around early," Victor said from beyond the closed and locked door. "I brought our friend some breakfast."

Troy heard the bar jamming the door closed removed. Next, the door was unlocked and opened. Before that, the brig's occupant had backed up. Troy lifted his shackled hands before him. "Still secured, Victor. That's right, isn't it? The name, I mean."

"Mister Carlson, to you, sir, if you don't mind," Victor responded. To make his point, he continued with Troy, saying, "Mister Vance, the Captain had authorized me to give you some fresh air."

Victor looked to the nurse. "Miss Sherman, let's put off the exam until later, okay? I think our friend here will be fine for a while."

He didn't want Laura anywhere near Troy while he was out an about. After she'd departed, Victor gestured, the man out of the storage room. "I had a crewman put together some breakfast for you. Coffee, too. It's waiting for you on the stern. Let's go."

Victor escorted Troy to the back of the Majestic. The tray was there as he'd said. "Take a seat. Enjoy the fresh air and sunshine, what little of it there is."

The sky overhead was still overcast with thick, dark clouds. It could rain at any moment. Victor hoped it would. The crew had located more containers to fill with rainwater.
 
Doctor Carlton Pinchot (OOC thread)

Day 2, 8 am (34 hours after TLWO):

Carlton awoke all alone in his bed. That was disappointing. He'd passed out the night before after fucking the beautiful, young Lana Owens. He'd hoped to wake up lying next to incredibly sexy and equally young Suzi Williams. Oh, well.

Like so many others this morning, Carlton had to clean up with a water-soaked rag and wet wipes. There was no flowing water to the stateroom's bathroom. There was neither fresh water to the sink nor salt water to the toilet. He'd have the latter before end of day, though. That was thanks to Suzi spending the night sucking and fucking the Majestic's First Officer, Victor Carlson.

He dressed and headed up to the Grand Dining Room. Carlton hesitated, studying the breakfast diners. They included the guests who'd been using the GDR for a week. They also included some of the crew. Carlton sneered at that. He was one of the snobs who'd wanted to see meals remain separated between guests and crew. There was nothing to be done about that, though. Gwen Parker had given the guests a choice: eat with the crew or prepare and clean up after their meals on their own.

He made himself a plate, sat, ate, and stood up to leave. A crewman gave his dirty dishes a glance, then looked to him. Carlton got the message. He took his dishes to the kitchen. He reluctantly asked the crewman washing dishes there, "Can I help?"
"No, Doc, we're good," the dishwasher said. "I'm sure you have doctoring stuff to do."

He was relieved, of course. Washing dishes? Hell, he didn't even do that at home. He had a housekeeper for that. He handed over the dishes, filled a coffee mug, and headed off toward the Infirmary. He spent a few minutes there. He had somewhere he should be: the brig. He had somewhere else that he wanted to be, though: the Owens sisters' cabin.

Carlton put together his little black bag. It included all the normal stuff, along with some more vitamins and minerals.
 
Connie and Brent (with a little of Robert Parker and Victor Carlson) -- OOC thread

Day 2, 8 am:
(Continued from here.)

Robert found Connie in the Grand Dining Room, telling her he wanted to see her at 10 am. They had no official work to be done, so the odds were that he wanted some personal service from her instead. In their pre-voyage history, the two of them had averaged two sexual encounters a week; sometimes it had been little more than a quick blowjob, while other times it had been a night or even a full weekend of just about anything two bodies could do to, for, and with one another.

The cruise on the Majestic had resulted in a significant increase in their encounters, which Connie had found ironic considering the close quarters; there were far more eyes upon them at nearly all hours of the day and night, which she would have expected to reduce how many times Robert came to her for pleasure. Instead, she'd been called upon him to put her hands, mouth, or pussy around his cock two, even three times a day since leaving Tarawa.

Connie wouldn't have minded normally. In fact, for the first six days of the voyage, she hadn't. She'd generally enjoyed sex with Robert over their six years together, despite it being her job; not all mistresses could say that. But since meeting Brent and developing a yearning for him -- something she hadn't done even once with another man during her employment with Robert -- Connie had found pleasuring her boss to be an ... inconvenience. She found herself wanting enough freedom to go on the search for the Mechanic and then, once finding him, strip him to his skin and make love to him for hours on end.

After Robert left her in the GDR, Connie finished her breakfast, spent a few minutes helping in the kitchen, then went on a casual search for Brent; she'd done this early in the morning without success. This time, though, she was more determined. She found a crewman she'd seen with Brent on several earlier occasions, told him she was looking for a man named Brent who was supposed to work on Mister Parker's bathroom, and -- feeling as though she'd achieved the proper cover story -- headed for the crew cabin toward which she'd been directed.

At his door, Connie knocked lightly, asking, "Mister Mack...? It's Connie, Mister Parker's Personal Assistant." She was using names and titles such that if there was anyone else in the room, it would sound innocent. "I needed to talk to you about the water to his bathroom."

Connie checked the passageway for prying eyes, happy to find no one nearby. She checked the door handle, found it unlocked, and turned the handle. She pushed it open, found Brent asleep on his bed, and entered, closing the door quietly behind her; she couldn't see the cabinmate in the top bunk because of a mass of clothes and an extra blanket at the nearest end.

Smiling and presuming that Brent would be happy to see her, Connie stepped out of her modest heels and padded quietly across the cold tile to stand over his bed. Connie began shedding her clothes, dropping her pants to the floor, pulling her blouse over her head, reaching to her back to loose her bra; she smiled down at Brent as she pushed her panties down off her hips, then let them fall to her ankles. Stepping out of them and lifting the blankets, Connie slipped into Brent's bed, only just now waking him with the movement.
 
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Brent Mack, with Connie Lang -- OOC thread

His cabin
Day 2, 8 am:

(Continued from here. BTW, Alice, you forgot to flop the character's names in your post. Makes it look like it was a post for my guys. I don't care, but if we have any readers, it might be confusing.)

Brent was deep within another of his wonderful dreams about Connie when her slipping into his bed awoke him. His eyes grew huge at the sight of the naked beauty. He'd seen her naked before, of course. But what man wouldn't be amazed by her each and every time she got naked for him?

She slipped up against him. She pressed her lips against his. He met them with a joyous kiss. Then there was an unexpected movement of the bed. Brent looked straight up at the springs of the top bunk. Then, knowing what was happening, he pulled the bedding up over Connie's head.

He hid her just in time for his bunkmate to look over the side of his own rack. The man laughed, asking, "Who you got down there with you, Brent buddy?"

"Out, out!" Brent commanded. "Get out of here, now!" Then, with a tone that was closer to begging, he asked, "Please, Chuck. Give us a little privacy, will ya?"

Charles "Chuck" Phillips laughed and rolled back into his rack. After a moment, he said, "Sure, whatever."

He rolled and dropped skillfully out of the top bunk. He hit the floor, naked. Brent laughed, telling him about his dangling cock, "Put that thing away before my girl here decides she wants you instead."

The two men laughed together. Chuck began dressing. "For you, buddy. This time. Next time, she starts in my rack, though, and we'll see if which one of us she wants."

The man headed for the door only partially dressed. He carried his shoes, socks, outer shirt, jacket, and cap. He paused at the door to look back. "You two have fun, okay?"

Brent waved him out. Before Chuck left, though, he glanced down at the women's clothes on the floor. His first expression revealed curiosity. His next, though, revealed familiarity. He smiled wide. He recognized the shoes as belonging to the boat owner's PA.

"Oh, you bad boy, Brent," Chuck said as he departed. "Bad. Bad. Boy."
 
Brent Mack, with Connie Lang -- OOC thread

His cabin
Day 2, 8 am:

(Continued from here.)

Connie was moving about next to Brent -- snuggling up into him as her lips found his neck and one of her hands caressed its way down his muscular belly toward his crotch -- when suddenly the lights went out, figuratively; the blanket that had only been covering her midsection was suddenly over her head. Playfully, she asked, "Hey! What're you--?"

But she went quiet in an instant when another male voice asked from above, "Who you got down there with you, Brent buddy?"

Connie's heart leapt within her bared chest! She'd thought the two of them were alone. Brent commanded his bunkmate to get out of the cabin, then asked more politely, "Please, Chuck. Give us a little privacy, will ya?"

"Sure, whatever," the other man said.

Connie initially shrunk down into the bedding further, desperate to hide her identity; she was already taking a chance meeting like this with Brent, and the last thing she needed was for another crewman to be hurrying around from mate to mate saying You'll never guess who's fucking the Majestic's owner's mistress.

The other man dropped to the deck, leading Brent to laugh and say, "Put that thing away before my girl here decides she wants you instead."

Connie knew he was talking about the cabinmate's cock, and -- despite needing to keep her identity a secret -- she couldn't resist lifting the edge of the bedding just enough to take a peek out. She mouthed wow at the up close and almost personal viewing of a rather impressive cock; it was semi-hardened, just enough to lift it out from the man's thighs, and Connie could just imagine that if she'd seen it at full rigidity, she definitely would have wondered whether she'd selected the right man with whom to venture away from Robert Parker's own cock.

"You two have fun, okay?" Chuck said as he headed for the door. A longer than expected amount of time passed before the expected sound of the door opening came to the hidden woman, and when it eventually did, the departing crewman said, "Oh, you bad boy, Brent. Bad ... bad ... boy."
It didn't occur to Connie that Chuck had recognized her shoes on the floor next to the rest of her clothes. What guy remembers shoes, for crying out loud, she would probably think later if this came to light. She simply assumed that the man was chiding Brent for sneaking a woman into his shared cabin while his bunkmate was sleeping three feet above him.

Once she knew the two of them were finally alone, Connie began giggling. Still hidden under the blankets, she apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I thought you were alone. I hope I didn't embarrass you."

When and if Brent tried to pull the blankets back down, Connie would playfully resist him, keeping the bedding over her head. Reaching a hand down to grasp his cock, she would massage it as she slid slowly down the bed, kissing her way down his muscular chest and belly, with her mouth's destination the beautiful cock she'd seen yesterday morning after Brent had rescued her from the darkness.
 
Lana and Claudia Owens (and Doctor Carlton Pinchot) -- OOC thread

Day 2, 8:30 am
The Owens Sisters' cabin.

(Continues from here.)

Lana and Claudia Owens had been awake for only an hour or so, spending the morning talking to one another about their situation aboard the Majestic when yet a second set of knocks came at their cabin door. The first had been Nurse Laura; the yacht's permanently assigned medical professional had been checking on the young women, an inquiry to which Lana had responded with assurances that the two were just fine.

This time, it was Doctor Pinchot, who was a combination between guest and medical staff member; Carlton had agreed to act as the voyage's doctor in exchange for Gwen Parker's investment in the expansion of his franchised medical practice to the Parkers' hometown of San Francisco.

Lana again answered that they were fine, without opening the locked door, but the Doctor was insistent that he see them; he claimed to have more vitamins and minerals to give them to counteract any negative effects of the pair having spent half a day in the Pacific after their plane crashed, as well as wanting to check their vitals again.

"We'll meet you in the doctor's office," Lana countered his attempts to get into what was essentially their bedroom. She asked, "Infirmary, right? We'll meet you there, after breakfast. I promise."
 
Nurse Laura (and Troy Vance and Victor Carlson) -- OOC thread

"The Brig"
Day 2, about 7:30 am

(Continued from this post.)

"For you, Laura," Troy Vance flirted from inside the storage room they were now calling the brig, "I'm anything you want."

Laura smiled from her side of the door; she couldn't help but be charmed by the man, even if his most obvious jewelry were the handcuffs connecting his wrists. She asked Troy if he was serious about sharing his stolen millions with her should she help him toward his freedom. He reassured her that he was being true with her, telling her, "Laura, I'm not a bad guy."

She listened to his explanation about being a non-violent, white-collar criminal, with him adding, "Hell, I'm not even that, really. A criminal, per se. I found some money that someone else had stolen. And then I stole it from them."

Laura was conflicted about whether or not stealing stolen money was a bad thing. Maybe he's right? It sounds sort of like Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Or are you being an idiot ... a simpleton? What's that word ... rube?

She wasn't stupid or naive; she was a college graduate -- Nursing School, to be specific -- and was well-read and quick to understand new things. Laura didn't for a moment believe that she was being taken advantage of, either. Men had taken advantage of her at times during her life. But then, she'd done the same to them. In fact, she'd landed the Nurse position on the yacht by sleeping with and then blackmailing the man who ran the private employment agency responsible for the Majestic's hiring, a man who was most definitely married with children and wanting to keep it that way.

When Troy told her that he would give her half of the $14 million dollars he'd stolen, her eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open. Laura was shocked and wasn't sure whether she could believe that; she was about to question Troy's truthfulness when he told her, "I'm not a stingy person. I'll be perfectly happy with just seven million."

That seemed logical to Laura, and he said it with such sincerity. Seven million would make her just as happy as fourteen would, so why wouldn't it do the same for Troy? He expanded on his generosity by telling her, "But it's more than that, Laura. I like you. And I want you to have this. Half. Seven million."

Her brain was spinning with the possibilities that $7 million dollars could afford her. First thing she'd do was tend to her mother. Jackie Sherman had struggled the entirety of her life and deserved something good in it, something that could be easily purchased with millions of dollars. She'd grown up dirt poor and remained so to this very day; she'd dealt with alcohol and drug abuse -- her own, her parents, and most of her significant others -- all her life; and after getting pregnant at barely 14, being kicked out of her parents' home, and spending the rest of her life in the homes of users and abusers, she'd never known a day that hadn't included fear of being put out on the street ... or even killed there.

Laura could easily picture her mother debt free, physically clean of drugs and alcohol, and living in a beautiful house on a hill in the countryside or down by the seashore. The two of them were the best of friends, despite the physical distance that was often between them, and Laura could see them traveling the world together, visiting all the places they'd only ever seen in magazines or on the television or internet.

Laura was about to tell Troy that she was in, that she would do what she could to help him get free, when a male voice called from down the passageway, "Nurse Laura, you're up and around early."

Her heart leapt and she spun in place to find First Officer Victor Carlson coming her way. He smiled to her, not seeming to believe that there was anything wrong with her being there at the brig door. Just to support her cause, she said quickly, "I came to check on our ... on him ... to make sure he was okay. He is. That's what he told me, anyway."

Victor gave her a curious look, but he didn't seem to suspect anything was afoul as he explained, "I brought our friend some breakfast."

Laura looked to his hands and seeing nothing in them asked playfully, "You brought breakfast in your pockets, Mister Carlson?"

He explained as he removed the bar jamming closed the door that Troy's breakfast was waiting for him out on the stern. She offered, "I could join you, Mister Carlson ... Victor."

It was, of course, more proper for Laura -- as a subordinate member of the Majestic -- to refer to the First Officer by his surname. But Laura had always had the hots for the man and -- to be honest -- had hoped to jump his bones before this voyage was up. She thought that being friendly with him now by calling him by his given name might help dissuade him from thinking that she was up to anything hokey here in front of the criminal's door, and it might aid her later if she should need his help in getting Troy free and his millions into her hands.

Victor instead suggested that she should instead make herself scarce, though, he did it much more politely than that by saying,
"Miss Sherman, let's put off the exam until later, okay? I think our friend here will be fine for a while."

Laura had no desire to leave, but at the same time she knew that if she insisted on staying, Victor would question her motives; there was a possibility that Second Officer and Master-At-Arms Zoe Nance had told her superiors -- either Victor or the Captain even -- about Troy's offer the day before of sharing his millions of ill-gotten gain.

"Okay, well, I'll just mosey then," Laura said, trying to be cute with the officer. She took a final peek into the makeshift brig, making eye contact with Troy and smiling. "Enjoy your breakfast, Mister Vance--" And looking to Victor again, "--and call on me when you're ready for me to do the morning checkup."

She wandered off, glancing back over her shoulder before she turned the corner out of sight, wanting -- hoping -- for Troy to see the definite interest in her eyes.
 
Brent Mack, with Connie Lang -- OOC thread

His cabin
Day 2, 8 am:

(Continued from here. BTW, your link for Connie failed.)

Brent didn't imagine that his bunkmate had recognized Connie's shoes anymore than she had. He was just happy to see Chuck give him the courtesy of getting the fuck outta Dodge so that he and Connie could have sex.

Connie apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I thought you were alone. I hope I didn't embarrass you."

Brent laughed. He was about to confess that that hadn't been the first time a bunkmate had caught him in bed with a woman. He caught himself, though. The best time to speak of fucking one woman wasn't just as you were hoping to fuck another.

"We're fine," he said simply instead. "Chuck's cool. He'll keep his mouth shut."

That actually probably wasn't true. Chuck loved to talk. The good thing, of course, was that he didn't know the identity of the naked woman in Brent's bed. Or did he?

Brent was expecting Connie to emerge from under the blankets now that the coast was clear. Instead, she began kissing her way down his body. He knew where her mouth was heading.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, grabbing at Connie under the bedding. He urged her back up his body. When they made eye contact, Brent said, "Listen, I really like the direction you were going. God only knows it's been a long time since a woman did that to me. But--"

He considered what he wanted to say a moment. There was no way to say it that didn't sound bad. So, he told Connie simply, "Doing that to me, it's too much like you're working."

Brent hesitated, concerned that he'd just offended Connie. He'd essentially called her a whore. Or at the least, had made reference to her being a kept woman.

He told her, "I don't want you to pleasure me. I want us to pleasure each other. Together. Understand?"
 
Connie Land and Brent Mack -- OOC thread

His cabin
Day 2, a bit after 8 am:

(Continued from here. Regarding my image link for Connie, it should have worked; it's working on my end. I'll try it again in this post, and if it doesn't work for you again, I will go back and replace the links with a different one. The usual, likely cause is that Imgur doesn't like nudity posts, but in this case, Imgur didn't delete the image, so it should work.)

Connie's lips had kissed their way downward to Brent's belly button, preparing to join her hands which were already skillfully working the man's cock, when suddenly he stopped her, saying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa."

She followed his urging to move back up his body, making eye contact with him as he explained that he really liked the direction she was heading but then adding, "Doing that to me, it's too much like you're working."

Connie immediately understood what Brent meant; their first night together -- after TLWO, Robert abandoned her in the dark, and Brent came to her rescue, inciting this lust for him -- Connie had admitted what most people already presumed, that she wasn't just Robert Parker's Personal Assistant but was also his plaything in bed.

"I don't want you to pleasure me," Brent explained. "I want us to pleasure each other. Together. Understand?"
She did, of course, yet his describing what she'd been about to do as essentially prostitution affected Connie in a way that she was having difficulty getting past. Brent hadn't meant to offend her; she knew that. Still, the reality of her life came slamming into the moment, filling Connie's brain with doubts about who she was, what she was, and where she went from here.

She wasn't just questioning her relationship with Robert, though; Connie suddenly found herself questioning her desperate desire to become Brent's lover. When first they'd gotten naked together, she'd believed she'd been so quick to strip for him because he'd rescued her from the dark. But now she wondered, Was I simply looking for rescue from Robert?

Connie shifted to sit up on the edge of the bed, holding the blanket to her bosom to hide it. She looked into Brent's eyes for a long moment, smiled, then leaned down to kiss him; it was a long, soft, intimate kiss, not an I'm trying to make you even more horny than you are one. When she pulled back, she smiled again and told him, "I like you, Brent. I really do. You saved me yesterday--"

It actually hadn't been yesterday but had actually been the day before per the calendar, but really, who was keeping track of that stuff now, particularly the two of them lying in bed together in the early light of day. Connie continued, "--when you found me out there on the deck..." She laughed, then blushed, reminding him, "...trying to find a place to hide from the pirates who'd killed all the power and were coming to kidnap and rape and sell me into some Middle Eastern sheik's harem."

Connie's fear of the dark -- her nyctophobia -- had had her rattled when first the TLWO; it hadn't helped that Robert -- whose cock she'd just finished sucking and whose cum she could still taste in her mouth at the time -- had abandoned her in the windowless, illumination-free gym while he went off to ensure that his wife was okay. She'd been desperate for a place to hide from the seaborne, murderous, rapists who she'd been had boarded the boat, when along came Brent. He had reassured her that there were no pirates, escorted her to her cabin, and volunteered to sit with her until the sun came up, despite having his own duties to perform in an emergency situation like that.

Again, Connie leaned in and kissed Brent again before standing up to begin gathering and donning her clothes. She explained, "I need some time to think. About ... my life ... my job..." She looked Brent in the eyes, continuing, "...my employer and you. I'd ... I'd like to know whether what I want from you is ... is just to fuck ... is just to get back at Robert ... to hurt him for hurting me like that..."

She meant the abandonment in the dark, of course; Robert had known for six fucking years that Connie was afraid of the dark, and yet he'd simply left her there alone in the nearly full blackness to get herself to safety, to the light? Really? Connie continued regarding what was happening between the two of them, "Or if this ... you and me ... this is something real ... something that could be something other than just a few wondrous orgasms that I could throw in Robert's face."

Connie had been dressing while talking, and -- now fully gowned again -- stepped into her shoes as she asked, "Are you okay with this, Brent? Please ... tell me you understand."
 
Brent Mack, with Connie Lang -- OOC thread

His cabin
Day 2, a bit after 8 am:

(Continued from here.)

"I like you, Brent," Connie began.

"I like you, too, Connie," he repeated, smiling.

She talked about what Brent had done for her. Her recollection of the pirate scare made him smile.

"I need some time to think," Connie continued. "About ... my life ... my job ... my employer and you. I'd ... I'd like to know whether what I want from you is ... is just to fuck ... is just to get back at Robert ... to hurt him for hurting me like that..."

Brent understood where she was coming from. He wanted similar answers. He was risking his job sleeping with Connie. If he ever did, that was. So far, things weren't looking so good, again. Normally, Brent wouldn't do that. Risk his job for pussy. But Connie was something very special.

She continued, "Or if this ... you and me ... this is something real ... something that could be something other than just a few wondrous orgasms that I could throw in Robert's face."

Brent liked that thought. A few wondrous orgasms. He could get behind that. But again, he understood where she was coming from. And he agreed with her need to know where this might be going.

"Are you okay with this, Brent?" she asked. "Please ... tell me you understand."

"I won't say I'm not disappointed," he told her. "But yes, I'm okay with this."

He slipped out of the bunk to stand before Connie. He was still wearing his boxer-briefs. He could feel that his cock was still more solid than flaccid. Sorry, boy. Disappointing, he repeated, this time only in his head.

"You do what you need to do," Brent said. "Find out what you need to find out. I'm not going anywhere. Literally and figuratively, in a sense. You figure out what you want, and I'll be here. I'll wait."
 
Doctor Carlton Pinchot, with Lana and Claudia Owens -- OOC thread

Day 2, 8:30 am
The Owens Sisters' cabin.

(Continues from here.)

"We'll meet you in the doctor's office," Lana said. She finished, "...after breakfast. I promise."

Carlton wasn't about to let the elder of the Owens sisters off that easy. He checked the passage. He didn't want anyone to hear him other than Lana and maybe her sister, Claudia.

"Lana, you need to let me check you, now," he told her through the door. More softly, he added, "You know what it is that I need to check, right?"

She had to know that he meant her digestive tract. Neither of them could know if the balloons full of diamonds might become an issue as they passed through her. Again, more softly, he stressed, "We need to deal with this, Lana."
 
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