"Adrift" (A tale from TNTLWO)

[HumanBean]

Doctor Carlton Pinchot, his paid escort Suzi, and the sisters, Lana and Claudia (OOC link)

Carlton's Stateroom
About 5pm or so (19 hours after TLWO)

(Continued from here, down where it says, "The Infirmary".)

(Some OOC notes:

• Suzi's clothes are not meant to be taken as her current wardrobe. This is just a picture Alice2015 found for our other RP that I love and wanted to use again.
• Also, I have omitted the image for Claudia. I did some digging around on the internet and have confirmed that it was an image of Holly Taylor when she was a minor. I'm going to go back and delete it from my posts. Alice2015 has been asked to find a more appropriate "young" picture that looks more 18+.
• And to Alice, I did the "god moding" you and I talked about in PM. The only reason I mention it here is so if we have any readers, they don't think I'm commanding your characters.)

Carlton's head fell back. He drew a deep breath, holding it. Then, a great grunt of satisfaction burst from him. His cock leapt and his balls emptied. Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse. The trembling of his organ continued even after the last drop of cum had left it to fill Suzi's mouth.

When he had regained his senses, he growled, "My God, you are good at that."

What she could do with her mouth was the reason Suzi was on this voyage with Carlton. He'd introduced her to the Parkers and other guests as a good friend. Suzi wasn't Carlton's friend any more than his butcher or barber were. He was paying her to be here just as he paid them to cut his meat or hair.

She wasn't cheap. She'd committed to two weeks for $30,000. That was pretty typical for someone of her beauty, quality, and skills, though. And Carlton could more than afford it. Still, he'd wanted to get his money's worth. He'd cum in her at least twice a day, every day, since they'd gotten together in Sydney. Hell, they'd even joined the Mile High Club on the flight to Tarawa.

Carlton let Suzi clean him up. As he dressed, there was a knock on the door. When he asked who it was, Nurse Laura announced herself. She told him she'd checked on the Owens girls, Lana and Claudia. She told him they said they were fine. Carlton sensed something in the woman's tone. He opened the door, asking, "But?"

They chatted a moment about the older sister's hesitance. Laura sensed that the young woman was holding something back.

"I'll go check on them," Carlton said. "You go have fun. I hear that Robert busted out some of the good champagne. Go, have fun. I'll see to the girls."

Carlton stepped out to watch Laura's departure. He growled softly at the sight of her ass. Perfect. He'd been fantasizing about fucking the nurse from the moment he'd met her. The professional relationship between them was poorly defined. Laura was, theoretically, the Majestic's assigned medical professional. She'd been the onboard nurse for almost two years.

But for this voyage, Robert Parker had wanted a doctor aboard. Safety first, he'd told his wife. Coincidentally, Gwen had been trying to lure Carlton into joining one of her medical charity groups. She'd told him about the voyage from Tarawa to Honolulu. She'd asked him if he'd be interested in both.

Carlton had said yes. But in the back of his mind, he'd been thinking that he'd balk on the charity. Oh, he'd come up with some reasonable explanation. The practice is too time consuming. His mother was again ill. Something would come to him.

In truth, he'd wanted to get to know Robert better. Carlton had only met Gwen's husband at events. He'd never really had a chance to get to know Robert. He wanted to know the man better. Well, truth be told, he wanted to know Robert's money better. Carlton had dreams of expanding his multi-location practice to the Parker's hometown of San Francisco. He hoped that Robert would invest the remaining $12 million dollars he needed to get it done.

"See something you like?" Suzi teased. Carlton looked back into the guest stateroom. Suzi gave him a knowing smile. "If you wanted, I could try to interest her in joining us for a threesome."

Carlton chuckled. He knew that what she meant was For more money, I could. He actually liked the idea. Suzi and Nurse Laura sucking on his cock and balls? Ideal. But he didn't think he needed to pay out more cash for sex. Carlton had already made such arrangements with Lana Owens. He told Suzi, "That's okay. Maybe later."

He sent the escort out to have some fun at the bow party. Slipping on his medical coat, he headed for the cabin occupied by the Owens sisters. He knocked and announced himself. "Lana? Claudia? It's Doctor Pinchot. Can you open the door?"

The delicious redhead did as Carlton asked. He couldn't help but let his eyes fall to her bosom before looking back up. "Nurse Laura said I should look in on you both. How are you doing? Any ill effects from your tragic adventure?"

He listened to the answer. He reached out a hand toward Lana. "Can I check your pulse and temperature, please?"

The young woman was hesitant but let Carlton do as he asked. He used the opportunity to step inside the sisters' berthing area to repeat the task with the younger sister. Once done, he said, "Nothing seems abnormal. That's good."

Turning for the cabin's exit, Carlton said, "Lana, I'd like to speak to you a moment, in private." To the younger sister, he spoke with a sincere, polite tone, "It's nothing to worry about, Claudia. Just some instructions I want to share with your sister about your care."

They stepped out. Carlton indicated for Lana to close the door behind her. He looked for eavesdroppers. There were none as nearly the entire population of the Majestic was crowded on the bow as if it were Spring Break in Miami Beach. He again let his gaze drop down the beauty's front. Barely above a whisper, Carlton asked, "Are you having any pain? You know. From what you're carrying?"

She answered. Carlton continued, "Tomorrow, we'll begin the procedure to remove the balloons. It shouldn't be hard. Believe it or not, I've had to do this before. Not with diamonds. Heroine, which had actually been more dangerous. A balloon full of diamonds breaks, you feel pain when you shit. A balloon full of smack breaks, well, you most likely die."

Carlton stepped closer. He was intentionally inside the woman's personal space. Again, he conspicuously ogled her young, firm bosom. He reached a hand up, gently caressing the back of his fingers against the warm flesh of her cleavage. Looking into her eyes as he continued the touch, Carlton whispered, "I think we should discuss tomorrow's procedure, in private, in my cabin, tonight. Let's say, 9 o'clock?"

 

[HumanBean]

Nick Paull and Kim Kennedy (OOC thread)

Crew Berthing Section:

(Continued from the middle, give or take, of this post. Just look for "Kim" and "Nick".)

Kim leaned in close to Nick and asked, "You know where my cabin is, don't you?"

He smiled broadly. He knew what that meant, obviously. It wasn't the first time a woman had invited him to her cabin. In fact, it wasn't even the first time a woman on this yacht had asked him to her cabin. That had been before Kim's time, though. Nick didn't see any reason for her to know that.

She departed before he could reply yes. The answer was yes, of course. Nick knew where all the pretty girls laid there heads down at night to sleep.

He waited a minute to lessen the chance that anyone would understand what was happening. Then, snatching up a bottle of champagne, he headed aft and down two decks. Being considered a Senior Officer with her rank of Chief Steward, Kim didn't have to share a cabin. That was good news for Nick. It meant that if things went well and Kim invited him to do so, he could spend the night cuddling with her. Oh, and maybe fuck her again around sunup, too. Happenstance.

He looked for nosey bodies as he approached her door. No one. He knocked softly, then entered.

 

[Alice2015]

OOC: HumanBean and I talked about it, and we have both come to the conclusion that it is both unnecessary AND a hassle to continue putting image links in every reply when we are already putting a link to the OOC -- which includes links to all of the images on the very first page -- at the top of every reply.

Besides, I doubt if anyone is reading this anyway. (If you are reading along, maybe you could "like" this post and/or some subsequent posts simply to let us know we have an audience. I mean, we're writing this mostly for ourselves, but if someone out there is enjoying it, it would be nice to know.)

 

[Alice2015]

Kim Kennedy and Nick Paull (OOC thread)

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

(Continued from this post.)

Kim's heart was pounding as she waited for Nick to arrive at her cabin, the first man to visit her in what was essentially her bedroom. As Chief Steward, she'd never had to share the space with another crew member, though, when the normal crew of 18 was expanded to 28 for this one voyage, it almost looked like she was going to have to. In the end, the Captain had decided that her highest-ranking Guest Services Division crew member and fourth highest-ranking Officer -- after the First Officer, Second Officer, Third Officer/Master-At-Arms, and Chief of Engineering -- should have her own place to live and, more importantly, prepare her work.

When the knock on the door came, Kim -- who had been pacing back and forth over the mere 8 feet of open floor -- spun so suddenly toward the room's opening that she nearly lost her balance and went flying into her desk. She opened her mouth to say Come in, but nothing came out but a squeak; and by the time she'd finally regained her composure, the door was already opening, and the man she considered the most beautiful creature in the world poked his head in to ensure she was there, then followed his head up with the remainder of his magnificent body.

He smiled broadly to her, flashing the bottle of champagne in his hand. Kim said, "Good! I was, um ... I was going to get one ... but I forgot." In truth, she thought she'd already had plenty of alcohol and didn't need anymore, but if Nick was to open the bottle, Kim would certainly imbibe.

"I need to say something before anything happens here," she said with a serious yet somehow nervous tone. She was having a hard time maintaining eye contact with Nick as she spoke, her gaze falling to various areas of his body or sometimes clear down to the floor as she spoke. She cleared her throat again, continuing, "My position as Chief Steward makes this ... you know ... fraternization ... like I said before. I'm not supposed to do this with a fellow crew member, especially one over whom I hold a supervisory role. I mean, I don't! I'm not your direct supervisor, obviously. The Captain and Victor -- I mean, Mister Carlson -- they're your supervisors..."

Kim knew that she was rambling, but her brain was telling her that she needed to get this out so that there was no misunderstanding between the two of them later. She informed him, "What I'm saying, Nick ... is that ... this is wrong ... so wrong ... but ... I don't care. I want to be with you. I've wanted to be with you from the first moment I saw you diving off the bow of the Majestic into the harbor waters in Tarawa."

She began to walk forward, then caught herself. Her heart was pounding even harder than it had been when she'd still been waiting for Nick. Kim added, "But I need ... I need to know that this isn't some 'one off' that you're going to go brag to all the deck hands about tomorrow ... because if it is..."

She went quiet and waited for some sort of response, but when Nick said nothing at all, Kim said in barely more than a whisper, "Please, Nick ... tell me this is more than just a fuck to brag to your friends about."

 

[Alice2015]

Suzi the escort; the sister survivors, Lana and Claudia; and the doctor they all share (OOC link)

Carlton's Stateroom
About 5pm or so (19 hours after TLWO)

(Continued from here.)

(OOC: I put a new image in the OOC for Claudia. It is the same actress -- Holly Taylor -- but it's a picture that will actually pass for 18+, as the character is 18.)

Suzi sat back on her haunches after the Doctor's cock ceased pumping, waited for him to open his eyes and look down at her, and only then used her tongue and fingers to clean up the small amount of his cum that she'd allowed to escape past her lips to her chin and cheeks. She despised facials and refused to allow Carlton to give them to her outright, yet -- knowing how satisfied he got at seeing his cock goo on her and having heard how good he tipped at the job's end for getting what he wanted -- Suzi had allowed just a bit of his jizz to leak out for his enjoyment.

"Feel good, baby?" she purred. "Little afternoon delight?"

Suzi leaned forward again to lap up some of what remained of their mixture of saliva and cum. She made it far more erotic, far more nasty, than it had to be; he liked that, too. A long, curly pubic hair stuck to her tongue -- Why can't you buzz cut this forest? she thought again -- but she skillfully and inconspicuously picked it away without drawing undue attention from him. Actually, Suzi thought Carlton probably would have enjoyed seeing her disgust at the hitchhiker to her tongue as it was just sort of his way, wasn't it?

He growled, "My God, you are good at that."

Suzi laughed playfully, telling him, "Only for you, baby, only..." She gave his very average cock a long lick up its shaft, "...for..." She sucked hard on the bulb, causing a comical suction pop sound, then finished, "...you."

She was more than aware that Carlton's main draw to her was her amazing oral performance. Oh, he liked looking up at her while she rode him cowgirl style. Suzi was a beautiful, sexy woman, with a body that was the perfect mix of bikini model and Olympic athlete; actually, she'd been heading for inclusion in the US's 2024 Olympic Beach Volleyball team until an ankle accident knocked her out of competition.

Becoming a prostitute -- oh, wait, no, an escort -- hadn't been that hard a thing for her to do. She'd been broke and about to lose her apartment and car and still owed more than $50,000 in student loans for the Law schooling that she didn't finish, when a woman she'd known for years offered her a way out. "Spend the night with a friend of mine ... give him what he wants ... maybe have a little fun while you're at it ... and I pay your rent and get your car back from the bank."

It seemed so easy; Suzi had always liked sex, the man she'd been set up wasn't too ugly or anything, and he not only wined and dined her but also took her dancing to an exclusive club into which even her great face and body might not have gotten her. And at the end of the night, after she'd driven him to three moaning orgasms, he'd tipped her an extra three hundred dollars on top of what her friend would give her the next day.

After that, Suzi was an escort; that simple. She'd been doing it now for almost three years and had no plans of changing course anytime soon. She had restarted her education in the Law, which was precisely the reason she was still taking cock into her various orifices. Working the register at the local Walmart or reading off the daily specials at a steak house could have paid her portion of a house shared with four other former athletes, but it wouldn't get her through her degree and the follow-up intern period necessary to ultimately reach partnership with a prestigious LA law firm.

This job with the Doctor was the longest commitment that Suzi had made to date. She was 7 days into a 14-day commitment, a payday of $30,000 plus tip. The tip portion was the part that caused her to do Carlton as often and as well as she'd been doing since they arrived in Tarawa the night before the Majestic headed for Honolulu. Her Manager had made it politely clear to the good Doctor that 15% was the bare minimum if he wanted to partake of any of her girls in the future; the Manager had also made it clear to Suzi that her extra effort would be rewarded if Carlton became a long-term client and brought his many wealthy friends and business associates into the fold; Suzi had been promised a partnership in the escort business if the result of her wondrous mouth work was an influx of big money, and the beauty had every intention of making this happen.

There was a knock at the door, followed by a short discussion between the Doctor and the yacht's nurse. Suzi had noticed how her client hungrily ogled Laura anytime she passed by them in the public sections of the vessel, and she knew that -- if Laura, too, was her kind of professional -- the Doc would be more than happy to put out the additional dough to get his cock inside her warm, wet holes.

"See something you like?" Suzi teased about the man's ogle and audible growl of hunger as the Nurse departed. She suggested, "If you wanted, I could try to interest her in joining us for a threesome."

The Doctor only chuckled, telling Suzi, "That's okay. Maybe later."

"Your loss," the escort said playfully. "I think the three of us could have a lot of fun together. Maybe a little role play...?" She stood, turned her back to him, and caressed her hands over her tight, muscular ass as she acted out her role as patient, "Excuse me, Doctor, we need to check the patient's temperature, but I can't seem to find the rectal thermometer. Perhaps you have something we could use...?"

Suzi laughed, knowing that Carlton would love nothing more than to check Laura's temp but shoving his cock through her sphincter. For now, though, he had other things to do than to roleplay with her or even contemplate the unlikely possibilities with the yacht's other medical professional. Suzi had no idea that the Doc had already made some plans with one of the Majestic's newest and very unexpected passengers, Lana Owens.

(OOC: Once again, I got too wild with my number of characters. Part 2 to follow immediately.)

 

[Alice2015]

(Part 2)

The Owens sisters' cabin:

(OOC: If anyone is reading along, the new image for Claudia is used here. The old one for Lana is also included for your fantasizing pleasure. )

Both young Owens women flinched at the unexpected knock at the door of the crew cabin that had been cleared out for them. Lana quickly reassured her younger sister, "It's okay, Claudia. Don't worry. We're safe here. I promise."

On the other side of the door, the now familiar and unwelcomed voice asked, "Lana? Claudia? It's Doctor Pinchot. Can you open the door?"

Lana gestured to the sweatshirt that Kim, the Chief Steward, had brought amongst other items of clothing she'd gathered for the pair. She waited until Claudia had covered herself up better before she opened the door, asking, "What is it, Doctor?"

She couldn't help but notice the way Carlton looked her up and down, the conspicuous ogle of a man with an inappropriate hunger. He told her, "Nurse Laura said I should look in on you both. How are you doing?"

"We're fine, Doctor," Lana answered, hoping that would be enough to get him to leave.

But he persisted, even taking a step into the room as he continued his inquiry, "Any ill effects from your tragic adventure?"

"No, we're fine," Lana repeated. "Really."

She caught Carlton looking past her toward Claudia and casually took a half step to her right to obscure his view. Her sister had been attracting the unwanted attention of older men clear back to her early teen years, and while Lana -- who was 6 years her sibling's senior -- had done her best to protect the innocent things from said men, she knew it was a losing cause as Claudia herself was beginning to yearn for more womanly things, including the loss of her virginity and the love of a good man.

Claudia wasn't going to find the latter in Carlton, though, Lana was all too certain that the Doctor would be more than happy to help her accomplish the former. Men like him loved virgins. A man like Doctor Carlton Pinchot had been the one to claim Lana's innocence clear back when she was just 14 years old. It had become a defining moment in Lana's life, and it had likely been the impetus for the trouble that they were both in today, almost 10 years later.

She flinched a bit as Carlton reached a hand toward her, asking, "Can I check your pulse and temperature, please?"

"Is that really necessary, Doctor?" she asked, hoping to avoid having him touch her at all, let alone here in the doorway of their cabin.

But after Carlton politely insisted, Lana offered out her arm for him to begin his unorthodox examination. She flinched again when he reached a hand up to feel her forehead, saying after a few seconds, "Nothing seems abnormal. That's good."

"That's good," Lana repeated, adding, "Thank you, Doctor. If there's nothing more--"

Carlton interrupted her by surging into the tiny berthing area, smiling to Claudia as he told her he needed to check her as well. Lana stuck close to the man, ready to intervene if his hands went anywhere other than they'd already gone with her own check. But Carlton did nothing out of the ordinary, again saying, "Nothing abnormal. Good."

The elder sister thought they were clear of the man when he headed for the cabin's exit, but then he said back over his shoulder, "Lana, I'd like to speak to you a moment, in private." To the younger sibling, he added, "It's nothing to worry about, Claudia. Just some instructions I want to share with your sister about your care."

Outside, Lana faced exactly what she was expecting and fearing. After feigning further interest in her health and well-being, and after explaining that tomorrow, they would begin the procedure to remove the balloons full of diamonds from both Lana and Claudia's digestive tracts, Carlton stepped closer to her, lifted a hand to her chest, and very conspicuously caressed the backs of his fingers to her soft, freckled skin.

"I think we should discuss tomorrow's procedure," he told her softly, clarifying, "in private, in my cabin, tonight. Let's say, 9 o'clock?"
Lana realized that her heart had started beating harder, and -- to her disgust -- her bosom was conspicuously swelling and shrinking against the man's invasive hand, possibly giving Carlton the impression that the excitement was caused by her desire to be touched in such a way. She wanted to deny him his private meeting, of course, but there was far too much at stake to suddenly become shy and modest.

She and Claudia had expected to be in Port Moresby last night around 3 am, where they were to be picked up by their contact, taken to his doctor, and given the laxatives that would cause the balloons full of diamonds to easily find their way out of them. That, obviously, hadn't happened and wasn't going to happen. Only after she and her sister had painfully and awkwardly downed the last of the balloons had the man directing them in Honolulu told them the bad news: without a proper medical professional there to guide them through, a very good chance of clogging, followed by intense pain and possibly death was likely.

Oh, Lana didn't know whether or not any of that was true, of course. She only knew that if she had to perform favors for Doctor Carlton Pinchot to get the diamonds out of her and especially her little sister, she was going to do anything and everything he asked of her.

"Okay, Doctor," she said softly, confirming, "Nine o'clock. Oh, um ... how do I know when it's nine. None of the clocks work."

He told her that several of the crew and even some of the guests had wristwatches that were still operating perfectly, their internal workings -- neither battery operated or electronic in any way -- not affected by the event that had caused everything else in the Majestic to fail. Lana promised, "I'll find someone to tell me the time. I won't be late."

She asked where to find him, then returned to her cabin, closing the door behind, then locking it. Lana looked to Claudia and found her cheeks streaked with tears. She went to the girl, pulling her to her, telling her, "Oh, don't cry, baby sister. It's fine. Everything's fine. This ... this isn't a big deal at all."

The two of them would lay down on the bottom bunk and hold each other for the longest time, whispering to one another about the current situation, what had gotten them here, and whether there'd been a way to prevent all of this at some point in the recent past. It was all just ... what was the word...? In her native Portuguese, Lana would have said sem sentido ... discutível ... meaningless or moot. The past is the past. It cannot be changed and should not be allowed to dictate your future, their mother had told them once years ago.

Claudia fell asleep in her older sister's arms, after which Lana gently slipped out of the lower bunk and covered the other girl with a blanket. She stripped out of the pajama set she'd been wearing for its wonderful comfort and warmth and took from the little closet the dress that the Chief Steward had also provided; Kim had told her at the time, "I think this will fit you, and it'll be darling with your hair and skin tone."

Lana wasn't certain that she wanted to look darling for her visit to the Doctor's stateroom. Right about now, she would have preferred to look absolutely hideous. Nevertheless, she donned the sports bra and modest panties also provided to her, slipped into the dress and back into her own shoes which had somehow stayed on her feet through the whole plane crash/floating on the open ocean ordeal, brushed out her hair, and left to go meet with the doctor.

She knocked softly on his stateroom door, her eyes opening wide in surprise when a beautiful, dark-skinned woman opened it and smiled to her, saying, "You must be Lana. I'm Suzi ... and ... I'm leaving." She stepped past Lana into the passageway, looking the redhead up and down with a devilish smirk, then just before turning to leave said, "Oh, wow, you really are something, aren't you?"

Lana stood in the open doorway for a long moment until the Doctor appeared from wherever he had been out of her sight from the entrance. She attempted her best smile, then stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, and -- as if she didn't already know -- asked, "What did you want to see me about, Doctor?"

 

[HumanBean]

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 need to say something before anything happens here," Kim began telling Nick even before he had had a chance to greet her. She couldn't maintain eye contact with him.

He had no trouble looking at her, though. He wasn't nervous or hesitant in the least. She talked about her position as Chief Steward and fraternization, again. She was rambling nervously. For a moment, Nick thought that maybe this wasn't going to happen after all. Kim had invited him to her cabin. And now?

But then, "I've wanted to be with you from the first moment I saw you diving off the bow of the Majestic into the harbor waters in Tarawa."

Kim needed to know that this wasn't, as she called it, a one off. "Please, Nick ... tell me this is more than just a fuck to brag to your friends about."

He moved forward until he was close enough to take her hands into his own. He raised hers to his chest. His went to her waist. Looking into Kim's eyes, Nick promised, "If anyone else learns of what we do here today, it'll be because you went off and bragged, not me."

With a wide smile, he leaned down from his greater height to kiss her full on the mouth as he pulled her petite figure to his muscular mass.

 

[HumanBean]

Doctor Carlton Pinchot's stateroom:

Day 1, 9 pm (23 hours after TLWO)

(Continued from here.)

Carlton was in the extremely tiny bathroom shared by his stateroom and the one aft of it. There was barely enough room to turn around when standing in front of the also tiny sink and barely usable mirror. He wasn't entirely certain why he hadn't been assigned a larger stateroom with a private bath. Most of the guests had been.

He was lucky to be here, though. He wasn't going to raise the question. If he'd been inclined to do so, he would have before they left Tarawa.

A knock on the door led Suzi to it. Carlton heard, "You must be Lana. I'm Suzi ... and ... I'm leaving."

Carlton smiled into the bathroom mirror. The high-end escort had earlier playfully suggested a threesome involving the Majestic's nurse. The Doctor imagined Suzi eating out the redhead's pussy while he himself pounded the whore from behind. Then, just for kicks, he imagined the women swapping places. Instead of, or in addition to? he mused.

"Oh, wow," he heard Suzi continuing. Carlton assumed she was looking Lana up and down. She finished, "You really are something, aren't you?"

Carlton emerged from the bathroom. Lana gave him a weak smile. He ogled her in the tight-fitting dress. Whoever it had come from was a size smaller than here. He didn't mind. Her curves, her legs. Even her nipples behind the unseen sports bra were well displayed. Speaking of Suzi, he said, "She was right. You really are something."

She stepped into the room and closed the door. She asked, "What did you want to see me about, Doctor?"
He was wearing a smoking jacket and matching bottoms. It seemed to Carlton that the answer to her question was obvious. What man wears a smoking jacket and pajamas for a woman's arrival who isn't expecting sex? He didn't say anything so crude, though. Instead, Carlton only walked closer, smiling, ogling. He gestured to the little dining table accompanied by two chairs.

"Take a seat, my dear," he told her. He retrieved a bottle of wine and worked to open it. "You look lovely tonight, Lana."

Carlton popped the cork. He poured two glasses. Hers was noticeably filled higher than his own. "This will help settle your system. Are you having any tightness or discomfort? The balloons."

He listened to her answer, sipping from his glass. He urged, "Drink. It's good for you. It will also loosen your inhibitions."

She might ask why they needed loosening. They might not. Carlton didn't care. A little hesitance on Lana's part might make it more enjoyable for him. He looked her over again before saying, "I'm going to help you with your diamond situation, Lana. I'm going to keep you and your sister safe and healthy. But I'm going to want something from you, obviously. I think you know what the first thing is."

Yet again, Carlton checked her curves, nipples, and long legs. He'd always loved redheads. The fiery hair. The freckles. He'd almost brought a particular ginger companion on the voyage with him. But one night with Suzi in Los Angeles before they'd left for the South Pacific had changed his mind.

"I want something else, too," Carlton added. "I want a cut of the loot. I'm thinking the largest stones. Maybe two, three of them. Why don't we tend to the details after we get them out of you."

Carlton turned to move to the bed. He looked back as he shed the smoking jacket. He pulled at the tie holding the bottoms around his waist. "Come over here."

 

[HumanBean]

Connie Lang's stateroom, with Robert Parker -- OOC link

Day 1: 7 pm (21 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

Robert smiled at the sight of Connie awaiting him in her stateroom. He'd never seen this particular negligee. It caused him to just stand in the open doorway several long seconds, admiring her. After six years together, she only continued to amaze him. Her beauty, her red-hot sexuality, her never-ending desire to please him. They made every penny he spent on her worth its weight in gold.

Footsteps nearing caused Robert to enter the stateroom quickly and shut the door behind him. He didn't need to advertise where he was and who he was with at this time of night. He stepped toward Connie slowly. The light of a dozen candle lamps flickered from every horizontal surface. It only made the moment more romantic. Sexier.

"You look incredible," Robert said with a soft, sincere tone. He twirled an extended finger before him. "I want to see all of you."

The thong sliced a path down between firm ass cheeks as Robert expected. He was close enough when she faced him again for him to see her pert nipples through the lace. He smiled as he reached out to gently caress, then tweak one. Both of them swelled instantly. He chuckled. "I love how they do that."

Robert took Connie into his arms. Pulling her tight to him, he pressed his lips to hers for a long, erotic kiss. "You feel so good. I want inside you."

Robert backed away. At the edge of the bed, he quickly loosed his belt and pants' snap. His slacks fell easily past his knees. His boxer-briefs quickly followed them. He sat on the edge of the bed and parted his knees. This was Robert's way of telling Connie where inside her he wanted to be. This was nothing new to them after six years.

As Connie took her place and stripped his lower body of shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. As she moved into place to begin, Robert casually said, "Imagine you're sucking Brent's cock." When she looked up, he asked just as casually, "That's his name, right? Brent?"

 

[Alice2015]

Kim Kennedy and Nick Paull in her cabin (OOC thread)

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

(Continued from this post.)

"If anyone else learns of what we do here today," Nick said, "it'll be because you went off and bragged, not me."

Despite her nervousness, Kim couldn't help but laugh softly at the man's confidence that what they were about to do would be worth her public praise. When he took her into his arms and kissed her, a shiver ran up Kim's spine; she felt so instantly at home in the big, muscular man's grasp. She caressed her hands up his powerful chest, over his shoulders; she pulled him to her as he was already pulling her to him.

Kim suddenly felt the rock-hard growth between them and forced her belly hard against it. Quietly in her mind she was thinking, It IS proportional after all.

"I want you, Nick," Kim purred as their lips separated. She lowered her hands to urge him out of his shirt, stressing, "I need you now."

 

[Alice2015]

Connie and Robert in her stateroom -- OOC link

Day 1: 7 pm (21 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

 Connie knew what Robert  wanted from her and was ready, willing, and able to provide it. Pleasing him as here would have it was what she did and what she did well. She smiled up to him as she peeled off his clothes and his erection popped out like a Jack-in-the-box. Robert's cock had never failed to be up to the action at hand; there'd never been a need for the little blue pills when they were naked together.

Then, just as Connie rose from her haunches to moved in between his thighs to get to work -- figuratively and literally -- Robert said in the most casual voice, ""Imagine you're sucking Brent's cock."

Connie had always had a great poker face when it came to situations like this, and this wasn't the first time Robert had questioned Connie's interest in another man. But there had had been a serious difference between those times and now: those times, Connie had never intended on actually fucking the men who'd caught her eye, and she and Robert had often turned the event into a time of fun teasing, someone even a bit of roleplay. This time, however, Connie had very much planned on mounting Brent's lap and riding him until she was crying out in an ecstasy she hadn't enjoyed with someone other than Robert in over 6 years.

Connie had Robert's erection in her hand, gripping it tightly as she just looked at him with an emotionless face. Her brain asked in panic, Is he being serious or just playing again?

"That's his name, right?" Robert asked, his tone still calm and casual. "Brent?"

Connie smiled, grasped Robert's clock tighter, and began stroking him slowly as she asked, "The guy I was dancing with...? The Mechanic?"

She leaned down, kissed Robert's cock's bulbous end, licked it as she looked him directly in the eye, and purred, "He smells like diesel oil ... or gas ... is it caked gas still if it's diesel?"

She kicked his entire length, slowly with her tongue carrying an extra quantity of saliva. She flirted, "I could imagine him sitting atop some powerful piece of equipment as I did this to him ... if that made you happy ... Brent."

Connie was doing her best to imply upon Robert that she only thought he was playing a game with her, pointing out that he'd noticed her dancing with some random guy, not a man she actually yearned for deeply.

 

[Alice2015]

Lana Owens and Doctor Carlton Pinchot in his stateroom (OOC thread)

Day 1, 9 pm (23 hours after TLWO)

(Continued from here.)

Speaking of what Suzi had said about Lana, Carlton agreed, "She was right. You really are something."

The elder of the Owens sisters was conflicted on how she felt about the Doctor's approval of her looks. Her beauty was what drew him to her, obviously; if she'd been unattractive, she might not be alone with Carlton in his stateroom, certainly facing an imminent requirement to sexually please him. On the other hand, if she had been an ugly little thing, he might not have been willing to help her and her sister with their balloons in the belly situation, and -- without medical supervision -- one or both of them could very well suffer an emergency and possibly die a painful death.

"What did you want to see me about, Doctor?" Lana asked unnecessarily. She knew why she was here, and he knew she knew or she wouldn't have come here in the first place.

Carlton invited her to take a seat and to share in a bottle of wine. She said timidly, "I don't drink much. And if I did, I don't know if I should ... you know, because of..."

She didn't have to remind him of what she was carrying inside her guts. Carlton told her, "This will help settle your system. Are you having any tightness or discomfort? The balloons."

"No," Lana responded simply. In truth, there had been a little bit of pain, but it hadn't been anything worse than what she'd felt at different times in her life after bad food.

Again, he urged her to drink, even handing her the glass of wine as he said, "Drink. It's good for you. It will also loosen your inhibitions."

Just what I need with a creep like you, Lana thought. Might take more than one shared bottle to loosen me enough to do this.

"I'm going to help you with your diamond situation, Lana," Carlton said, getting right to the reason they had anything more than a normal doctor-patient relationship. He promised he would keep her and Claudia safe, then told her, "But I'm going to want something from you, obviously. I think you know what the first thing is."

She caught him ogling her body for the umpteenth time since she entered his stateroom. He had a way of leering that made Lana's skin crawl. That was nothing new to her, though, as her adult life had been filled with such men. It was part of the reason she and Claudia were in this mess in the first place; Lana had been trying for years to keep her little sister from having to deal with the shit through which she herself had gone. This diamond smuggling job was supposed to have gained them enough money to meet up with family in Australia; their aunt and uncle had a little ranch on the edge of the Outback on which the sisters were going to live in peace and harmony with nature, far away from men like Doctor Carlton Pinchot.

"I want something else, too," the man added.

He began explaining that he wanted a cut of the loot, to which Lana -- beginning to panic -- responded, "I don't think I can do that. They know exactly how many there are ... diamonds and balloons both. If there's even one missing..."

I'm thinking the largest stones. Maybe two, three of them. Why don't we tend to the details after we get them out of you."

But Carlton showed no concern for Lana's fears, instead turning to his bed and beginning to undress. He untied the waist band of his bottoms and told her, "Come over here."
Lana hesitated a long moment, trying desperately but futilely to find a way out of this. She had no choice, though; if she wanted to keep her sister safe -- and her, too, of course -- she needed the Doctor, and it was obvious what the doctor wanted from her. She stood, paused, then crossed to sit on the edge of the bed. Her arms were crossed defensively across her abdomen, her head hanging a bit. Honestly, her innocent and frightened routine was more an act that reality. Lana knew from experience that if she acted afraid and reluctant, the extent of the abuse she was about to take would more often than not be less than if she went into the situation with a bold and confident persona.

"You won't hurt me ... will you?" she asked timidly. "Please, Doctor, don't hurt me."

 

[HumanBean]

Doctor Carlton Pinchot with Lana Owens (OOC thread)

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

(Continued from here.)

Carlton took notice of Lana's hesitance and fear. He liked it. He would have been surprised to find that it was all an act. Her innocence was a show. She likely could handle herself better than the Doctor could imagine.

"You won't hurt me ... will you?" she asked timidly. "Please, Doctor, don't hurt me."

"Of course not, Lana," he promised. "I would never hurt you."

His tone sounded anything but totally sincere. He turned to face her a bit more. He reached out a hand, laying it upon the clothed portion of her thigh. His touch was gentle. The pure fact of it was inappropriate, of course. He was supposed to be a Doctor first, man second.

The touch quickly shifted from simply inappropriate to aggressively intimate very quickly. Carlton slid his hand down to the bare skin of Lana's thigh. She felt so good. Soft, smooth, cool to the touch. Young. He liked them in the mid-20s. Old enough to know what they're doing, young enough to still have things to learn and experience.

Carlton's hand began moving upwards. It took Lana's skirt with it. More and more of her leg became exposed. She was sitting to his left. He had his right hand upon her. The result was that his fingertips eventually came into contact with her panties. In contrast to the flesh of her leg, Lana was warm here.

"Kiss me," he ordered.

His left hand reached to Lana's neck. He pulled their heads together, kissing her. Carlton thought he was a great kisser. Women had told him so before. Of course, most had been on his dime. His lips and tongue mauled her mouth. At the same time, his fingers struggled to work their way inside her panties. He wanted to feel her wetness.

 

[HumanBean]

Robert Parker and Connie Lang -- OOC link

Her stateroom
Day 1: 7 pm (21 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

"The guy I was dancing with...?" Connie asked when Robert asked her about Brent. "The Mechanic?"

"I think they call them machinists," he corrected. He added, "That's the Navy, anyway. I don't know what they call them on a yacht."

He drew a breath of excitement at what she was doing to his stiffened cock. She was only gripping it. Her hand barely moved. And yet the pleasure was wonderful. Over their six years together, Connie had learned to make him feel things no woman had before, even the most expensive of professional escorts.

She kissed the end of his erection, then licked it. She was looking him directly in the eye, as she said, "He smells like diesel oil ... or gas ... is it called gas still if it's diesel?"

Between two deep breaths, Robert answered, "No. But." Another deep inhale and exhale. "Fumes. You're smelling the fumes. But I don't think it matters one way or the other."

Robert moaned as Connie's sloppy wet tongue ran up the entire length of his cock's underside. He wondered. Was she trying to please him as she had so well in the past? Or was she trying to distract him from his question about the mechanic? Had Robert hit the nail square on its head?

"I could imagine him sitting atop some powerful piece of equipment as I did this to him," Connie said as she continued her oral pleasuring of Robert. She finished, "if that made you happy--" Then, roleplaying, she called him, "...Brent."

The two of them had roleplayed in the past. Different people. Exotic places. Outrageous locations. Dangerous situations. He enjoyed it at times. As Connie continued licking and sucking him, he considered the options. Fantasy options. Nothing was really coming to him. Was it the pleasure she was causing him? Was it his suspicions about Brent?

The delight taking place in his groin surpassed both his suspicions and his thoughts of roleplay. He groaned again, telling Connie, "That's alright. Another time maybe."

Right now, all he wanted was to fill his whore's mouth with his cum.

 

[HumanBean]

First Officer Victor Carlson (OOC thread)

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

Victor had been ordered by the Captain to get some sleep. He'd been awake since the event almost a full day earlier. Only the adrenaline had kept him standing. He'd avoided Robert Parker's champagne. He knew it would sap what energy he had remaining.

He was undressing when a knock on his stateroom's door came. Still in his slacks and undershirt, he answered. He smiled at the sight of the Doctor's companion, Suzi. He asked, "What can I do for you, Miss Williams?"

 

[Alice2015]

Connie Lang and Robert Parker in her stateroom -- OOC link

Day 1: >7 pm (21+ hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

"That's alright," Robert told Connie after she'd offered to roleplay sex with him playing the part of Brent. "Another time maybe."

Connie wasn't the one to look a gift horse in the mouth and -- pretending to forget the conversation about the machinist -- went to work on her sugar daddy's cock. She had in fact learned exactly what Robert liked when her head was between his parted thighs, and she went quickly to it. Connie had learned to listen to his moans, read his body language, and -- when he cared to use them -- interpret his words to determine whether he wanted her to push him close to climax, then hold him there for as close to eternity as she could maintain ... or just get it over with and make him explode.

Happily, for her own purposes, she read Robert as simply wanted to spew forth and enjoy the euphoria he knew she could cause him. She traded in the toying of her tongue, lips, and fingers for taking his full length in and out of her mouth and throat with slow movements that slowly accelerated as his moaning increased. When she sensed he was moments from orgasm, Connie pulled her mouth back, grasped Robert's shaft tightly, and stroked him long and hard.

With her mouth open and the tip of her tongue under the opening of his penile urethra, she looked up into Robert's face as his cock and balls leapt. She wouldn't stop stroking him -- milking him -- until she'd captured every last drop of his cum. She would wait before swallowing; sometimes Robert liked to watch her gulp his jizz down, so unless she sensed it wasn't one of those times, Connie would wait for him to open his eyes and watch.

Either way, once her mouth was cleared, she'd ask him if wanted to fuck, too. She was, after all, here for his pleasure.

 

[Alice2015]

Gwen Parker and Maggie Johnson at the bow party; then Maggie and Captain Karen Kimball on the bridge -- OOC link

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

(Continues from here.)

Gwen was engaged in conversation with guests and crew alike when she overheard Connie telling her own conversation mates, "I need to get out of these heels. I think I have a pair of flats in my room. I'll be back."

Robert's wife didn't know where Robert's whore was going, but she knew why she was going: sex. It was the same reason Robert himself had disappeared just moments earlier. Once again, Gwen had no problems with the two of them meeting up in the privacy of some cabin or corner of the Majestic. Gwen's sex this morning with her husband had been very satisfying, but it had been enough of him and his shared cock to keep her happy in her marriage for several days or maybe even several weeks.

Gwen caught sight of Maggie Johnson, returning from having changed into something more comfortable and appropriate to the setting. The Personal Assistant had changed into a modest bikini with a sarong wrapped around her waist. Despite Maggie's attempt to seem more modest, Gwen found her very sexy; the young woman had a beautiful body, leading to one man after another -- and even some of the women -- giving her a second glance as she came by.

"You look wonderful, Maggie," Gwen told the PA when she returned to the conversing group from which her boss had shunned her to go change clothes. Gwen leaned in, pretending not to want anyone to hear her when she added, "You're getting looks, my dear."

Maggie blushed, responding, "No, I'm not..." But then looking about, asked, "...am I?"

Gwen laughed. "Yes, you most certainly are." One of the Kitchen Crew members who'd been splitting her time between serving the party and having her own bit of fun approached with yet another one of the Parkers' expensive bottles of champagne. Gwen held out her own flute for a refill, then asked for a fresh one for the PA.

"I'll take care of it," Maggie countered.

She thanked her boss, made her farewells to the others, and wandered off. She stood near the band a moment, casually shaking her hips a bit, then wandered aft. Looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was paying her any undue attention and finding only a few ogles, mostly from crew, she headed for the ladder heading upwards. At the bridge entrance, Maggie asked, "Permission to enter?"

Captain Karen Kimball looked up, smiled, and waved her inside. She looked the younger woman up and down, saying, "Don't you look nice, Miss Johnson. I see the boss is letting you cut loose."

Maggie laughed softly, confirming, "She told me to put on a bikini or be fired, so ... yeah, you could call that cutting loose." The two chatted about the projects underway for a few minutes. Karen was quite impressed with how far the crew had gotten on the sewage, desalination, food preservation, berthing expansion, and other projects.

"Aren't you going to go down to the party, Captain?" Maggie asked. "I mean, you've been on the bridge all day. Shouldn't someone be relieving you at some point?"

"At some point," Karen responded with intended vagueness. "No, I'm enjoying the celebration from up here just fine, thank you."

Maggie sensed that the woman wasn't the partying type. She inquired, "Can I ask you a personal question, Captain."

Karen looked to the boss's PA with a suspicious expression. "I'm not sure, Maggie. Is this a question I'm going to want to answer?"

Maggie smiled, then felt a blush fill her face. She giggled, embarrassed, answering, "Probably not, ma'am."

Karen looked back to the party again for a moment. The sun had finally fallen below the western horizon which -- because of the drift anchor -- was to the yacht's stern; the shade of the Majestic's upper decks had slowly expanded to take over more and more of the bow. Karen could see people abandoning the boat's front end. "The sun goes down, and it gets cold fast. We might be in the tropics, but it's still January."

The Captain looked to Maggie again, her gaze falling to the woman's breasts. "You're cold, too, Maggie. I have a coat if you'd like to wear it."

Maggie didn't understand immediately, but then -- looking down to her own bosom -- realized that her nipples had swollen enough to become very obvious within her bikini top. She quickly crossed her arms before her, embarrassed and laughing nervously. Karen laughed, too, saying, "Don't worry about it. It's nature." Looking back to the younger woman's chest again, she smiled and said, "Besides. It's a good look on you. Men love nipples."

As the Captain looked back to the slowly-breaking-up party, Maggie looked the older woman over. She'd seen Karen this morning in her undergarments and had been delighted to discover a beautiful, fit figure, particularly for a woman of 52. Age is just a number, Maggie had reminded herself at the time. Some of the world's most beautiful women were over 50, with some of them much older than that: Jennifer Lopez was 55; Elizabeth Hurley was 59; Angela Bassett was 66; Christie Brinkley was 71; and Jane Seymour -- one of the most elegant women to whom Maggie had ever masturbated -- 73.

"Women, too," Maggie said, forcing herself to be bold. When Karen looked to her with an expression that said she didn't understand, the PA clarified, "Women, too ... women love nipples, too."

She paused a moment, giving the Captain a moment to catch on to what she was saying without actually saying it. Maggie didn't often tell people cold that she was a lesbian; most people understood it because they'd initially met her in a girl bar or at an LGBT-sponsored event. As she was waiting for Karen to get the message, Maggie let her crossed arms fall just enough to once again reveal her very pert nipples.

Karen's gaze dropped to the younger woman's bosom, and a moment later her face filled with an expression of understanding. With a surprised tone, she said, "Oh ... Oh! Yes. I ... I understand." The two maintained eye contact for a moment before Karen broke the awkward moment by saying, "I imagine you're very correct about that, Maggie."

A crew man asked for permission to enter the bridge, Karen waved him in, and the man began giving an update on the sea water pumping effort that was going to allow them to use some of the yacht's toilets and sinks. Maggie was feeling nervous about what had happened between her and the Captain and used a break in the man's report to excuse herself. At the bridge's exit, she glanced back, finding Karen watching her intently ... and giving her a polite smile.

Maggie continued onward, heading for her cabin. There, she changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed. It was barely 8pm, but she thought she needed sleep. Deep in her mind, though, she knew that what she wanted was to be alone with her able fingers and her thoughts of the woman for whom she had such delicious thoughts.

At the party:

Gwen noticed people breaking up, both crew and guests, as the shadows from the lowering sun and a growing breeze from an approaching storm caused the temperatures to fall rapidly. She asked everyone still left to help with clearing the remains of the party: luckily, a dozen of them at least filled their hands with platters, empty bottles, garbage bags, and more; others made two or three or even more trips. Ultimately, just as a light rain began, they managed to get the bow cleared and the last of the partiers headed inside.

Gwen helped Chef, the Kitchen Staff, and some others -- crew and guests -- clean up until finally there was nothing left to be done. She made her way to the Grand Stateroom, wondering whether or not her husband would have returned from wherever he'd been enjoying his PA.

 

[Alice2015]

Master-At-Arms Zoe Nance, Nurse Laura, and Troy Vance

"The Brig" (formerly Storage Room SR 2-30)
2100 hours (aka 9 pm) -- 23 hours after TLWO

(I miss the image links. Human, you don't have to put them in if you don't want.)

Zoe had just plopped into her rack when a knock at the door told her that her day wasn't yet over. She growled, "We better be sinking, on fire, or being boarded by pirates!"

She heard the voice of Laura Sherman informing her, "The Captain wants me to check on our inmate before the night is up. You available?"

Zoe growled again, this time more to herself, then hopped up and opened the door. She wore a sports bra and modest panties, her normal sleep wear, and catching Nurse Laura look down at her with surprise, she said sarcastically, "If you wanted to see me naked, my physical is coming up in a few days."

Laura laughed nervously, countering, "No, no, oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, you know ... I was just surprised. I didn't think--"

"Come in," Zoe cut her off, turning and heading back into the room toward the clothes thrown over the end of her bunk. "Just gimme a second."

Laura stepped in and closed the door, looked around, and asked, "Where's your roommate? Bunkmate, right?"

"Who knows?" Zoe responded. "She's a bit of a slut, so ... she could be anywhere. I think she sleeps here maybe one out of three nights. Got no idea where she ends up, but I'm sure she's with someone with a big dick."

Laura laughed, a bit shocked by the lewd description. Without realizing she'd even done it, she murmured, "Lucky girl."

Zoe turned to face the other woman as she pulled her shirt over her head and down her torso. As she straightened it out and tucked it into her waist, she gave Laura I good up and down survey and asked, "Not getting any? I find that hard to believe. You kinda perfect."

Laura laughed again, this time blushing. "Well ... thanks ... I guess. No, I, um ... I thought maybe it was better not to get involved with a crew member. You know, at one point or another, I see most of them naked ... or at least partially so. I don't really need that aggravation of all the bad jokes."

As she'd been talking, Laura had been watching the Master-At-Arms arm herself. Zoe had only started keeping her sidearm with her after the unexpected arrival of Troy Vance. She'd pulled her shirt up on her right side, clipped the holster to her belt, and pulled the shirt down again; when she'd first gotten the assignment of Second Officer -- which also made her the Master-At-Arms -- Zoe had had the slit on the right side of all of her shirts cut higher and resewn, making room to accommodate the holster's positioning.

"Do you think he's dangerous?" Laura asked as Zoe fetched a jacket and stocking cap to battle the lowering temperatures. "I mean, he was in handcuffs."

"Still is in handcuffs," Zoe corrected as she slipped past the Nurse and headed out into the passageway. "The Captain said he was to remain cuffed until we got the door secured better."

"I thought they did that today?" Laura asked, falling in behind the quickly moving Officer.

"Nope," Zoe told her. "Without a welder or a hand drill capable of going through steel, we couldn't do what we wanted to do. We'll figure out something tomorrow, though. Until then he remains cuffed to the wall."

The walk to the brig -- formerly Storage Room SR 2-30 -- was a short one, and they arrived there just seconds after Zoe had finished her explanation. Zoe gestured Laura to stand back several feet, knocked on the door -- it had no windows as it was just a storage space -- and announced to their prisoner, "We're coming in to check on you. You awake?"

Troy let them know that he was, and Zoe continued, "I have the Nurse to perform a checkup, and the First Officer to provide backup should you do something. So, back up to the wall and face away from me, just like we did when we brought you your dinner."

Again, Troy responded the way Zoe needed. She pulled her sidearm, removed the bar that was lodged to hold the door closed until better arrangements could be made, and pulled the door open. She stepped back a step, just in case Troy decided to be trouble, but she found him exactly as she'd hoped to.

"Okay, take a seat," she told him. They'd provided him a folding rack on which to sleep and a three-legged stool for sitting or putting his food and drinks on. Originally, they'd deprived Troy of a candle lamp for fear that he might do something dangerous like set the room -- and thus the yacht -- on fire in an effort to escape, but the captain had relented and given him one, warning him, "You're the first one who burns to death, so ... do as you see fit."

Once Troy was positioned, Zoe told him, "Nurse Laura is going to check you. Don't give her any trouble, and I won't give you any. Got it?"

"I need to check your vitals," Laura explained, standing in the passageway still but at least now in view of Troy. "Then, I want to check your fingers and toes for any signs of damage from your time in the cold water. I also have some vitamins, minerals, and other good stuff that Doctor Pinchot said you should have."

She looked to Zoe, who nodded her approval for the Nurse to enter. Laura entered hesitantly, taking a seat across from Troy in whichever of the seats he himself hadn't taken.

 

[HumanBean]

Connie Lang and Robert Parker in her stateroom -- OOC link

Day 1: 7:30 pm (21 and 1/2 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here. I miss the links, too. Like looking at what you call all the pretty girls.)

Robert collapsed back into the deep, comfortable armchair, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Connie had once again pulled a seriously satisfying orgasm out him with her mouth. As the pulses of his cock faded, he did in fact open his eyes to look down at his PA. Sometimes he liked to watch her swallow his load. Tonight, he did. Tonight, Robert thought Connie might be thinking about another man's cock. He wanted to see his mistress with her mouth full of his creamy seed.

He watched as Connie cleaned him up with her tongue. When finished, she rose to push in against his still trembling cock. He knew what she wanted to know. Are we done? Or are we fucking? He answered by slowly rising to gather his clothes for departure from her sleeping room.

"As amazing as ever, Connie," he complimented. As he dressed, he again took in her latest negligee. Robert smiled, telling her, "You make me not want to leave dressing like that."

He had to leave, though, and he told her so. "Gwen will be wondering where I am. I doubt that the game is on tonight."

Each night since they'd left Tarawa, there had been a Texas Hold'em game aboard the Majestic. Usually, there were two, in fact. The crew held one in their lounge. And the guests held one in theirs. Ironically, the Senior Officers attended the latter. Playing with the crew was another form of fraternization that was discouraged on the yacht. No one wanted hard feelings when an Officer cleaned out a lesser ranked crew member. Or vice versa. Or both.

Robert had been using the poker game as a cover for getting together with Connie on occasion. Gwen had no interest in playing that form of cards. Robert had little fear of her walking into the room expecting to find and then not. Even so, if she had, she would never have made inquiry about it. She didn't know what he was doing with his cock any more than Robert wanted her to know.

He was about to leave when he hesitated at the door. He looked back to Connie. Surprisingly, his gaze remained on her face as he spoke. With a calm tone, Robert said, "If you were to decide that you wanted to make love with another man, I would hope that you came to me first. To discuss it."

If Connie told him that she had no intentions of doing such a thing, Robert would give her a smile and depart. But if she didn't...?

 

[HumanBean]

Troy Vance, with Zoe Nance and Nurse Laura

"The Brig" (formerly Storage Room SR 2-30)
>2100 hours (aka 9 pm) -- 23+ hours after TLWO

Troy was definitely feeling like a prisoner in what they were calling the brig. The storage room was barely 5 foot wide and 7 feet long. The overhead was only 6 feet at its highest point. He was 5'11". In his shoes, when he stood tall, he could feel his curly hair brush the wood above him. Several pipes and conduits passed through above him. Antsy and needed to move about, he'd bumped his head several times. He'd finally decided to sit or lie down for the rest of the day.

At lunch, they'd been kind enough to give him something to keep his mind occupied. They'd brought him a deck of cards for solitaire, one of those get the marble in the holes games, and a choice of books. He'd chosen a romance novel. That had gotten him a laugh. He'd asked for book on how to pick locks. That had gotten him another laugh.

When the Master-At-Arms announced her instructions, Troy did as told. He wanted no trouble with these people. She told him to turn and take a seat. He took the folding cot, sitting in its middle near the stool.

"Nurse Laura is going to check you," Zoe said. "Don't give her any trouble, and I won't give you any. Got it?"

"Got it," he told her with a chipper tone. He looked to the Nurse, smiling. He jiggled his cuffed hands. "I'll be good. Promise."

There was irony in the cuffs, something they couldn't know. Once upon a time, Troy had killed a man with hands cuffed in front of him. Oh, he hadn't planned it, of course. And in his mind, it had been justifiable self-defense. The man had been planning on killing him. Troy simply prevented him from doing it.

"I need to check your vitals," the Nurse said. She was still in the passageway. She was obviously reluctant to get close to him. She explained all she was going to do for him.

"I appreciate your kindness," he said with a smile.

Laura looked to the armed woman. Zoe nodded, and the Nurse came in hesitantly. Troy gestured toward the stool. "Please. Join me."

She sat, got out a blood pressure cuff, and looked nervously to Troy. Again, he smiled. "Nurse Laura, right? That's what I hear they call you?"

She either answered or didn't. Troy slowly reached his arms out for her to attach the device. "Please excuse the cuffs. I guess they aren't ready to remove them yet."

As she worked around the shackles, Troy said, "I like it. Your nickname, I mean. It's cute. Like you."

Troy glanced out at the woman with the gun still drawn. He smiled to her, too. She didn't seem at all entertained by him. He looked back to Laura. He could see he was only making her more nervous. He said with an apologetic tone, "Sorry. I wasn't flirting. I was just being nice. Trying to, anyway."

Troy tilted his head, trying to draw Laura's eyes to his. He smiled again. Softly, sincerely, he told her, "I really am a nice guy. Don't let the cuffs fool you. I don't know if they told you, but I'm just a white-collar criminal. Took a little money that wasn't mine. Got caught. That's all."

Again, Troy looked out to Zoe. He gave her a devilish smirk. "You know, I still have the money. Just short of $14 million dollars. When we get to wherever we're going, I'd be more than happy to share some of it with you. If you let me wander off down the dock or beach or wherever we ended up."

He doubted that his offer would get him anywhere with the gunwoman. He looked back to the Nurse. Their eyes met again. he wondered whether she might be considering the offer. He smiled again, asking, "Well, how am I Nurse Laura?"

 

[Alice2015]

Connie Lang and Robert Parker in her stateroom -- OOC link

Day 1: 8 pm (22 hours after TLWO):

(Continues from here.)

Connie watched Robert collapsed into the armchair, his body surrendering to the euphoria of yet another wonderful blowjob. She continued licking and milking him for cum until his body language told her he'd had enough pleasure, then rose to her knees to kiss him on the belly and chest and then into the crook of his neck; she knew he didn't like the taste of his own cum on her lips or tongue, so Connie usually didn't kiss him on the lips after taking his load unless she first got an opportunity to visit her toothbrush and/or her bottle of mouth cleanser.

"As amazing as ever, Connie," Robert complimented.

"I love pleasing you," she said, her tone sincere. In all honesty, she could do without his cum in her mouth, but she was good at sucking cock, and it sometimes meant not having to fuck Robert as well. Oh, she enjoyed fucking him; if he hadn't been fulfilling her need for explosive orgasms all the six years, Connie would definitely have been getting some on the side, rather than staying loyal to him.

"You make me not want to leave dressing like that," he said about tonight's wardrobe.

"That's why I wear them," she said with a devilish smirk. "To make you yearn for me and my bed."

Everything about Connie's life -- her wardrobe, her exercise routine, her diet, her style of makeup -- was all designed to continue Robert's yearning for her and her bed. She'd known since long before she ever got the job as his Personal Assistant that -- even though she was intelligent, sharp, well educated, and well organized -- that it had been her body and what she could and would do with it that had kept her in Robert Parker's employ.

In response to her roundabout invitation for him to remain longer in her bed, Robert told Connie, "Gwen will be wondering where I am. I doubt that the game is on tonight."

"I understand," she said, adding with a touch of disappointment, "I could use a good night's sleep. Still ... I'll miss you."

He paused at her stateroom door, looking back to meet her gaze for a moment before saying, "If you were to decide that you wanted to make love with another man, I would hope that you came to me first. To discuss it."

"Of course," Connie said without hesitation. Then, standing to meet him at the door and again kiss him erotically in the crook of his neck, she told him with a sincere tone, "I'm not sleeping with another man. You make me very happy, Robert. I have no need for anyone else."

He checked the hall for prying eyes, then left. Connie closed the door, turned to lean back against it, then immediately began considering a plan to go meet Brent. She was desperate to feel his cock inside her, to have him drive her to great heights of ecstasy, to cry out as the euphoria exploded through her. She giggled a bit, hoping she wasn't setting herself up for disappointment by expecting more than the man had to offer. She'd seen Brent's cock, and she knew it was both longer and thicker than Robert's -- which was itself a bit more than average -- but as most women came to know with the increasing number of diverse lovers, size doesn't always matter.

She stripped out of her negligee, sanitized her mouth, used a wipe on her pits, dressed in warm clothing including a heavy coat and cap -- neither of which she expected to need in the South Pacific but was now glad she'd packed -- and went on a casual search for the man Robert had degradingly referred to as just a machinist. She didn't ask anyone for Brent by name but instead asked a handful of crew about the project to bring water to their toilets in the hopes that someone would mention him as one of the men on the job.

As it turned out, it worked; unfortunately, though, the news she got on Brent wasn't good. One of the Engine Room crew said that the man who'd been primarily responsible for everyone now being able to shit to their heart's content -- the crewman's words, not Connie's -- was on watch in the bowels of the ship. Connie couldn't very well go down into the Engine Room looking to get fucked, so she instead sought out an already opened bottle of champagne and some leftovers, then went to the Majestic's stern, found a lounger with a soft pad, and laid out to watch the stars and the quarter moon.

Her little session of astronomy enjoyment didn't last long, though. Earlier, it had sprinkled for a while before stopping, and now -- as if a pissed off Mother Nature had seen Connie enjoying herself outside and decided No you don't, you cheating little tramp! -- the skies simply opened up, and a fierce rain began pummeling Connie, the boat, and the Pacific all around her. She leapt up and headed straight to her room, leaving the tray of food but taking the bottle with her. She stripped once again, donned pajamas, finished off the last few gulps of champagne, and slipped into her bed, leaving all of the candle lamps on to keep away her nyctophobia.

(OOC: Character done until tomorrow, Day 2.)

 

[Alice2015]

Zoe Nance, Nurse Laura, and Troy Vance in the "brig"

"The Brig" (formerly Storage Room SR 2-30)
>2100 hours (aka 9 pm) -- 23+ hours after TLWO

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"Nurse Laura, right?" Troy asked as she began her examination of him. "That's what I hear they call you?"

Laura didn't immediately respond; she hadn't been told not to be friendly with the cuffed man, but the fact that he was still wearing cuffs caused her some anxiety that had her heart beating. She did finally say in barely over a whisper, "Yes. They call me that."

He told her to ignore the shackles, then -- as Laura worked the blood pressure cuff equipment around them and pressed a fingertip upon his wrist to count his heartbeats -- he complimented, "I like it. Your nickname, I mean. It's cute. Like you."

Laura felt her face explode in a fiery blush and not wanting him or the woman at the door to see it, Laura tilted her face a bit down and away, allowing her long hair to fall down around it. Troy obviously must have thought he'd gone to far, saying, "Sorry. I wasn't flirting. I was just being nice. Trying to, anyway."

"You're fine," Laura said softly. She wanted to tell him he hadn't offended her -- actually, she wanted to thank him for the compliment -- but instead she only read aloud the vitals, telling him, "Everything's fine."

He tried to convince her that he was a nice guy and that she shouldn't judge him by the cuffs. "...I'm just a white-collar criminal. Took a little money that wasn't mine. Got caught. That's all."

Laura didn't know how she was supposed to respond to that; she hadn't really thought too much about his crime and, therefore, didn't know whether or not she believed him. Then, he surprised Laura by telling her and Zoe that he still had the $14 million dollars and would share it with them.

"When we get to wherever we're going," he offered with a serious tone, "I'd be more than happy to share some of it with you."

Laura's eyes were wide with surprise, looking between Troy and Zoe, the obvious interest in hearing more of what he had to say was obvious. He continued, "If you let me wander off down the dock or beach or wherever we ended up--"

Zoe cut Troy off, saying, "You're not going anywhere that the Captain doesn't tell you you're going ... and whether or not you have $14 million dollars or not is really irrelevant." She looked to Laura, demanding, "Finish up with him, and let's get out of here. I was ten seconds away from being sound asleep when you pounded on my door."

"Yes, of course," Laura said with a timid voice. She pulled out a small sample bottle, poured an assortment of pills into her hand, then pointed to each as she described to Troy which was which and why he was taking them. She handed them over, gave him a bottle of water, and instructed, "Swallow these down."

He did, then -- seeing her looking at the notes on the clipboard -- asked, "Well, how am I Nurse Laura?"
She looked up into his eyes, smiled, and felt yet another blush fill her face. "You're fine ... Troy." She'd been instructed to call him Mister Vance, but the first time she had, Laura had accidentally called him Mister Nance, which was Zoe's surname, of course.

"Laura," the Master-At-Arms said with a bit harsher of a tone. "Finish up. Time to go."

The Nurse put her things back into her black bag, then stood to leave, but at the brig's door, she looked back to Troy ... and smiled. She didn't know why she did it, but it was done. Zoe secured the door again with the bar and turned them back the way they'd come. She saw the expression of ... not joy or happiness but maybe just of intrigued contentment in the woman's face and said with a harsh tone, "Don't forget who he is, Laura. He's a criminal."

"Oh, I know," Laura answered quickly. "He was just ... well ... he wasn't what I was expecting."

"If he sees a way to get free," Zoe continued her warning, "he'll wrap those cuffs around your neck."

Laura's expression faded in an instant. The two of them walked back to the Infirmary together, after which the two of them went their own ways. The Nurse returned to her shared cabin, finding her bunkmate snoring softly in the top bunk. She changed into her pajamas, slipped into bed ... and then found herself fantasizing that she was lying on a private French Riviera beach in a bikini she could never afford, wearing jewelry she definitely could never afford, while Troy ordered them exotic drinks between sessions of deciding how they'd next spend what remained of their $14 million dollars.

She slipped a hand down inside her pajama bottoms while the other held a pillow over her face, containing the heavy breathing and moan from driving herself to a quick but enjoyable orgasm. As she drifted off to sleep, Laura found herself wondering why it was that these days she was the only person who took the time to please her sexually. She was a beautiful young woman, surrounded by men who would love nothing more than to put their mouths on and their cocks inside of her pussy. But, like she'd told Zoe earlier, fraternization was not something in which she thought she should engage with crew members.

But ... Troy isn't crew ... and he's got money ... maybe not his, but still ... so...

She drifted off with a smile spreading her lips.

(OOC: Another character done for the day.)

 

[Alice2015]

Suzi Williams and Victor Carlson (OOC thread)

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

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Suzi smiled to Victor when he opened the door, entering without waiting for an invitation to do so. She looked about; the First Officer's stateroom was larger than most of the crew cabins, and the single bed told her that Victor wasn't burdened with a bunkmate.

"What can I do for you, Miss Williams?" he asked.

She looked back his way, noting that he hadn't yet closed the door. She was the guest of a guest, which -- by the Majestic's unwritten rules -- meant that she was an untouchable with regards to the crew members, including even the Senior Officers. She conspicuously looked him up and down, then smiled; she liked what she saw, a tall, fit, handsome man with power, at least aboard the yacht.

"I've been told that the ... that thing your men were working on today," Suzi began, "you know, the project to bring water to our toilets. I was told by my ... friend, Doctor Pinchot--" She used that tone and phrasing because it was no secret that she was being paid to accompany Carlton on the voyage. She continued, "--that until and unless something changes, out stateroom's toilet will not be supplied with water for now."

She stepped closer to Victor, her gaze taking another walk up and down him as she smirked meaningful at him. "I'm just wondering is maybe there might be something that I could do to change that."

She was close enough to him for him to easily pick up the musky smell of the very expensive perfume Carlton had purchased for her before they flew out of LA. She reached out to toy a single extended finger upon his belt buckle. Looking up into his eyes again, Suzi showed him a flirty smile, asking, "Any ideas?"

 

[Alice2015]

Lana Owens and Doctor Carlton Pinchot (OOC thread)

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

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A chill ran up Lana's spine as the Doctor's hand began caressing the bare skin of her thigh. It wasn't a good, joyous welcomed excitement sort of chill; it was a creeped-out, don't touch me you freak sort of feeling. But Lana had known into what she was getting herself when she'd first talked to Carlton about helping her and Claudia out of their diamond-balloon situation.

Carlton's found its way to her crotch, his fingers working their way into her panties as she kissed her. Lana had found him creepy before his mouth met hers, and now she found him ... gross. But she had to do this ... for now, anyway. She'd find a way out of this once he'd removed the diamonds from her and Claudia's digestive tracts.

She would let the man do what he wanted to her, and she would even offer him a bit of appreciation in the form of soft moans and unenergetic writhing. But she wouldn't overdue it; Lana presumed -- correctly, as it would be -- that Carlton loved the idea of taking more from her than she was willingly giving him.

 

[HumanBean]

Doctor Carlton Pinchot, with Lana Owens (OOC thread)

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

(Continued from the above post.)

Carlton's fingertips dug around inside Lana's panties. They found her slit. He smiled. She was warm, wet, and wonderful. He continued his awkward smooching as he searched for her hole. Finding it, he pushed a finger inside. He pulled back, then inserted two. Then did the same with three. Her pussy was tight. He barely penetrated her the last time. This was good news for Carlton.

He slid down to his knees and moved between hers as he pushed them open. He worked quickly, pulling her panties down and finding her womanhood with his mouth. She tasted wonderful. He licked and sucked and nibbled at her lips and clit. She moaned and writhed. Carlton presumed she was enjoying him. He was good at this. Wasn't he?

As he pleasured the 24-year-old sister, Carlton's mind pictured her 18-year-old sister. Claudia would be his next lover if things went his way.

He liked pleasing Lana. But this was really about his own pleasure. He reached down to pull his pajama bottoms down. It was awkward getting them past his ankles while he continued eating her out. He still managed to clear the bottoms past each foot, one after the other.

In one swift movement, he rose from his knees, grasped Lana, moved her farther up onto the bed, and moved in between her thighs. A moment later, with help of a guiding hand, his cock was shoving into her. He would fuck her hard and fast until he came. That's all he wanted, of course. To cum inside her.