I'm On a Boat (Open for One Lady of Lit)

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Life had been a calamity of F-yous, but not initially that bad. The last year though had seen him move 3 times and change jobs 4 times. But the last six months had been good, except for the part where his girlfriend was cheating on him. Not to mention the fact that the guys stole his identity and he was still dealing with $3,000 in contest.

But this cruise was just what he needed. He had won it at a random drawing from bud light. It was exactly what he needed, a week out to Hawaii, a weekend there, and then a week back. It was all paid for and he had nice accommodations paid the whole way.

His lithe 6'2 swimmers frame glistened in the stark light as he rose out of the pool. The cruise was officially underway and he had an appointment with a masseuse. Water coursed over his swimmers body as he stepped out, looked up at the sun, adn soaked in the rays for a minute

two weeks of paradise was exactly what he needed

 

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Bump.

 

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Bump.

 

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Bump.

 

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Bump.

 

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Gonna give this cruise ship adventure one last shot

 

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After many long months of study and effort, I had eventually qualified as a Ship's Purser. This was my first assignment, A two week cruise to and from Hawaii.

My name is Natalie, I am 28 years of age and super fit. I work out every day and as a result my body shows it. I am 5ft 9 tall in bare feet but usually wear heels which gets most guys looking up to me once they have stopped staring at my body and my breasts in particular. I just loved how the uniform I had to wear actually flattered my figure. The once drab uniforms were now tailored by a famous designer and the female versions were tailored with appearance and eye catching attentioin to detail. The previously dark navy pencil skirts had now been relaxed a little to recognize that officers had to run up and down stairs sometimes and now had pleats which fell beautifully from my hips. The starched white shirt and black tie complimented the low cut dark navy jacket which plunged below my cleavage before the first of three closely positioned golden colored buttons and the tailoring accentuated my hips. I wore the white peaked cap with navy peak at a bit of a jaunty angle much to the annoyance of the junior male officers. All of this was topped with a ridiculous amount of gold braid across the shoulders, arms and the peaked cap. All in all quite a visual statement.

As the ship leaves port I quickly cast my mind over the efforts I have been forced to make to get this appointment in what is usually a male dominated role. While I am pleased to have been successful, I do feel that I have been discriminated against throughout by the influential male lobby in the merchant navy during the process. But, while I knew I must put that aside in order to be so successful in this assignment that any criticism of my performance become irrelevant and spurious, it is something I will want payback for at some point in the future.

During the briefing for the cruise I was made aware of the various personnel issues within the staff that I would be leading for the next two weeks. Most issues were minor, easily resolved, and, in my opinion more of the male biased crap that I had been subjected to in the past. One stood out though. Its seems there is a masseuse on board who has been aboard several times before and provoked allegations from some cruiser's wives that she provided more than a regular massage. Their husband's repeat rate gave it away to some wives as did the apparent impotence of their usually potent husbands afterwards during the cruise. Hmmmm this is probably my number one issue to determine what, if anything is happening, the name and good reputation of the cruise line could be at stake here if any allegations of misconduct were proven and published.

As I stood on the wing of the bridge deck hearing the ship's hooter blasting notice of our departure to anyone interested I gazed idly over the foredeck with its luxurious pool and ranks of loungers in the sun bathing area. I could not help but notice what seemed to be a very fit guy swifly cutting through the water with a powerful breast stroke, always more sensual to my eyes than the crude crawl. As he easily lifted himself out of the pool in a single move I could see he was muscular and obviously fit and probably over 6 feet tall. He made his way through the rows of loungers with a swagger, obviously aware of the glances and lustful stares he was getting from the females basking in the area. Arrogant bastard, I thought, typical male chauvanist and another of the kind I had been dealing with to get where I am today. The captain called for me to come into the bridge and all other thoughts other than the task at hand went from my mind.