The Delight IC

[Sylnaeve]

The way Pearl bent back to kiss Kat was intensely sensual; the two lush, eager lips embracing and tongues dueling. The smooth white skin of Pearl's neck formed a graceful arc and her magnificent chest was rising and falling noticeably; showcasing her ardor and assets to all the assembled admirers.

CC's eyes caught one guy in particular, nicely dressed and with a thick bottomed scotch glass that was not the type usually used in Skinz. She looked past the other two women straight at him and smiled, nibbling her lower lip slightly and then winking before she leaned back in to kiss the lovely curve of Pearl's neck a few times.

At the redhead's breathy pronouncement, CC's breath hitched as well. Whatever she wanted? Ohhh, God. What she wanted to do was rip Pearl's dress off and then pull her to the floor to feast on that luscious body while Kat made the woman taste pussy for the first time.

But Saskia had not approved a public scene for this place or time. And that meant to do anything of the kind was to invite her wrath. The busty brunette shuddered at the thought but then licked her lips and kissed Pearl hard once more. "Then Kat and me'll take you back to your room, beautiful, and oh, the things we're going to do to you."

She ran the tip of her tongue over Pearl's lips, "Come on, girls, let's take this party private."

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Kat


Kat was dripping wet as Pearl's lips pressed against hers. Clutching the red head's waist tightly, Kat pulled her close so that Pearl's ass was flush against her own aching pussy. Her tongue brushed against the other woman's as their kiss intensified and Kat brought a hand up to gently cup one of Pearl's luscious breasts, feeling the nipple harden beneath the fabric of her dress.

Pearl moaned into her mouth and Kat opened her eyes to see CC sucking and kissing on the marble white column that was Pearl's neck. Such a sensuous sight made Kat's pussy wetter - if that were even possible. She groaned low in her throat as Pearl pulled away, whispering an invitation to CC, telling her that the two women could do anything they wanted to her. Kat's eager and kinky young mind was instantly filled with images of the three of them going at right there on the dance floor. Naked bodies twined together, writhing in passion as orgasm after orgasm rocked through them all. Pearl's tongue on her own pussy as CC licked Pearl to orgasm. The thought was positively orgasmic in and of itself.

CC suggested going back to Pearl's room and Kat quickly agreed.

"There are so many dirty things we can do together," Kat purred, licking Pearl's earlobe before biting it gently. "You're going to come so many times you'll lose count." With that said she took Pearl's hand in hers and, along with CC, the women turned to leave the bar.

But, like the proverbial thorn in the side, there stood Saskia, her face unreadable as she watched the three women. Kat stopped in her tracks, Pearl nearly colliding with her. The two women sent confused gazes at Kat, but she didn't notice. All that she could see was Saskia's finger beckoning her over. Plastering a smile on her face, Kat turned to Pearl and CC.

"It looks like I'll have to join in the fun later." She said, planting one last passionate kiss on Pearl's delicious mouth. "Don't tire out too quickly, I'm going to want my turn."

CC looked at her about to say something, but Kat discreetly shook her head before walking over to Saskia to see what the cold Russian wanted.




Saskia

She had not authorized this little encounter. Seething as she watched two of her girls dancing and practically fucking one of the passengers right there in the middle of the dance floor, Saskia knew she was going to have to have a talk with Kat and CC. It was one thing to tease and wet a guest's appetite, but to basically have them ready to come, right there and then, was another thing. While CC was still a newbie, even though she'd been there a year, Kat definitely knew better.

As if the girl could feel her presence, Kat's eyes locked right on Saskia's.

That's right, cyka, Saskia thought as she beckoned Kat to her. Remember who owns your ass.

As Kat approached her, Saskia said not a word. Instead, she turned and marched out of Skinz and didn't stop until she had reached her office, three decks below the club. She knew when she turned around Kat would be standing there. She moved to sit at her desk, but, at the last minute, turned abruptly and slapped Kat across the face, hard enough to make the young woman's head turn. A red hand print blazed on her pale cheek.

"Just who do you think you are you little whore." Saskia never raised her voice, her tone cool and calculated.

Kat nursed her cheek, which would be swollen by morning if she didn't get ice on it soon. Saskia noted, with a little bit of glee, that the ring on her index finger had scratched the slut's cheek and left a little trail of blood in its wake. Tears pooled behind Kat's eyes but did not fall, much to Saskia's disappointment.

"We were just trying to get business." Kat sputtered.

"You know very well that that is not how I we get business. We don't give the fun away for free. If a guest wants to grind against you they pay for it." She moved to stand in front Kat and looked down on her, "Do I make myself clear."

Kat nodded silently. Saskia frowned. She wanted to hear her say it, to hear the quiver of fear in her voice. She gripped the girl's chin roughly, yanking her chin up and forcing her to meet Saskia's gaze.

"I said, do I make myself clear. Or am I going to have to make a phone call."

There it was, the spark of fear that filled Kat's normally rebellious gaze. "Clear as crystal." The girl replied, her voice rough with unshed tears.

Saskia released her chin and smiled coldly.

"Good. Now go clean yourself up. You look a mess."




Kat

She waited until she was clear of Saskia's office before breaking out into a run down the hall. Tears that she had held in now rushing down her swollen and aching cheek. Everything was a blur around her as she ran for her bunk, she didn't even see the person in front of her until she ran headlong into them.

 

[Sylnaeve]

CC felt like they couldn't move fast enough. She wanted them out of the club, at Pearl's door, groping and kissing and fondling as they fell over the threshold and then-

She blinked when Kat suddenly stopped in mid-step and stepped to the side to avoid running into Pearl; she'd been walking close enough to get in a few good caresses or gropes while they were on the way to the room. "What's-" Then she followed the line of Kat's gaze to see Her.

CC's face turned from confused to panicked within the space of a heartbeat. What was She doing there? Her guts knotted and she felt suddenly cold. Oh, crap, oh, crap, oh crap on a crap cracker!

Kat turned back with a smile and CC swallowed. Kat was right; she'd taught CC that you never showed the guests anything but a good time. As she kissed Pearl again and promised to come to them later, CC made herself smile as well. The expression was shakier than Kat's smile, but her voice was still warm and throaty when she forced a giggle. She wanted to say something to Kat, encouragement or...or...she didn't know what, really, but the slight shake of the other girl's head told her to keep her mouth shut.

CC moved in front of Pearl, her smile now more convincing as Kat moved away to face whatever it was Saskia wanted. Maybe it was good! Maybe Saskia already had a gig for her or wanted to thank her for bringing in so much money.

And maybe CC was a Chinese astronaut.

"Come on, Pearl, let's go." CC took the buxom redhead's hand and gave it a squeeze, "I need to get out of here," she leaned in and whispered, "And get my tongue in you. Take me to your room, please."

 

[silkysylvia]

"We can go anywhere you want to. I really don't know anything about the boat or where to go, so I am in your hands." I could feel the alcohol starting to wash away my inhibitions as we continued our stroll around the ship. I was beginning to form a fondness to my new boat companion and the sea air and the alcohol made everything splendid.

We walked down to an outside deck and strolled and went in through some doors and stopped by a lounge called "SKINZ" that had it's doors closed but music blasting from within. "Have you noticed the names of the lounges and clubs on this ship?" Not knowing if it was just me or not but that everything had a sexual undertone to it.

 

[SimpleMan0306]

There was a slight twinge in Alastair's suit pants when he heard the very sexy Sylvia say, "We can go anywhere..." and "I am in your hands..." Oh, god, he thought, the drinks are getting to me already...I mean I barely know this girl, plus she's almost the age of my students. There was a harder twinge as a memory flitted through his consciousness.

"I have noticed the names. They might as well of named the ship The Innuendo, or perhaps even, The Entendre II!" He did turn his face up at SKINZ, though. All that loud music was just distasteful. "I'm actually not all that interested in going in there, just yet," he declared. "Not exactly my cup of tea. I'm much more of a relax-quietly-in-a-subdued-environment, or even a sit-on-my cabin-balcony kind of guy." He mentally slapped himself, Did I just invite her back to my cabin? Really!? But he did find his eyes wandering to way her dress hung on every curve.

 

[Nordican]

Keldin Enock moved slowly along the outside edge of the top deck. Wearing a simple uniform of the ship's security his eyes were a hazy blue with flecks of white that accentuated the feature of 6'1 Norwegian native. Beyond that his hair was a slicked back affair of light brown and a face that was full but sharp with a casual grace to it.

His tasks aboard the Delight were simple enough since most people never truly got out of line. This was in no small part thanks to people generally enjoying a healthy amount of alcohol or the knowledge that it didn't bode well to really make a mess of things when you were stuck on a ship plus the occasional rumor of what happened to people who ended up in the Brig.

The thought created a small smile as he passed by a couple who appeared to be realizing some of the not so hidden mystique of the ship. He gave them a polite nod and uttered. "Enjoy your night." Before he continued along on the outer ring of the boat.

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Eventually after continuing his patrol of the top decks Keldin decided to check in with his main boss. Descending the three decks he found Saskia's office and made sure to knock and not simply brush through. He had made that mistake before and knew that sometimes it was the better play not to just sweep into your bosses office unannounced.

He had heard there was some issue earlier at Skinz but he believed at least for the moment it had been seen to or beyond that it didn't concern him. It had been a fairly quiet day which left more time to just enjoy the gentle sway of the ship and the smell of the sea around him. Not to mention a nice healthy assortment of treats for the eyes but when he was on assignment he did not waste time pursuing unless he was ordered to or a guest took a direct interest. It was definitely one of the greater perks of working aboard the Delight.

 

[silkysylvia]

"That's ok! There is plenty else to do on this ship. Let's continue walking." Smiling I raised my empty glass and say, "but let's get a refill first!" I start to laugh out loud and then notice what looks like the Captain of the ship approaching. My eyes take him in. His statuesque frame and handsome good looks made me almost swoon. Luckily I was holding onto Alistair's arm. I uttered a weak "hello" as he approached us. That's when I saw his gorgeous blue eyes. I became flush all over and we continued to walk, my mind elsewhere as Alistair carried on the conversation.

I returned from my daydream/fantasy when we reached the bar. I was beginning to like Alistair as he wasn't so drab after all. Maybe it was the effects of the alcohol, or maybe I was just relaxed from being on this huge boat. The sea air invigorating. I took a deep breath and gazed into Alistair's eyes.

 

[SimpleMan0306]

Alastair noted jealously, for some reason, the way Sylvia looked at the dapper man passing by. Al nodded in acknowledgment politely. "Absolutely, lets!" agreed Al, to Syl's suggestion that they get a refill. After topping off their glasses, Al began to get a bit hot.

"Sylvia, do you mind if we stop off by my cabin first, I'd like to take off my coat, my tie, and maybe change into a lighter shirt. It's very warm here!" He gave her his best smile. "Only if you don't mind," he said, pulling her body slightly more towards his.

 

[silkysylvia]

"I think we can do that. We wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, now, would we?" I was beginning to feel a little playful but being that I had just met Al, and I was on my own, I thought better of it for now.

I was enjoying my time with Al. But, seeing the Captain, or whoever he was, well, that got my heart aflutter.

 

[HotCider]

Luka Barbato

He combed his fingers through his hair as the hot water beat down upon his head and shoulders. It ran down the sides of his face in clear braids and dribbled off his chin in crystal beads. He was swiping the foamy sheets of lather from his caramel skin as soothing rivers parted along the bricks of his abdomen and flowed down the length of his legs. Cutting the water off, Luka pursed his lips to blow a collection of water from them and shook the water from his head. Raising his eyes to the showerhead, he grasped it and gently turned it left, right, up, and down. With a pleased smile, the handyman stepped out of the shower and proceeded to dry himself off with a towel.

“Ms. Davis, your showerhead is fixed,” Luka informed from within the bathroom.

He opened the door as a plume of steam rushed out. Donning his coveralls and carrying his work boots, he gazed curiously at the bed where a snoozing naked woman was laying her head. She was curled up, still wrapped in the white towel he had carried her out of the shower in. Her dark hair was strewn across the bed like molasses as she slept like an infant with her hand curled into a fist that was inches from her pink, parted lips.

Luka smirked in amusement and walked over to the bed to sit on the edge as he put his boots on.

“Don’t be in too much of a hurry to see me out…I’m just jokin’.”

Once he got his boots laced up, he rose from the bed, walked over to his tool box, and picked it up. Making his way to the cabin door, Luka quietly took his leave. The salty air and the bright, beaming sun were first to greet him. His eyes squinted against the rays, and it was at that moment that he realized how full they felt. That last romp had made him feel a little sleepy, and he couldn’t afford to feel lethargy when it was still too early in the day. Snapping his arm out, his suit sleeve slid back and revealed his watch. Glancing at the time, he was relieved to see that he was on break. A twenty-five minute nap and a killer cup of coffee were in store.

Without wasting any more time, Luka headed for the bow of the cruise ship where there were a collection of loungers. He found a chair with the biggest umbrella and set down his tool box before he dumped right into it.

“Ugh, I’m gettin’ too old for this,” he moaned. He stretched out his legs, sat back, and rested his arms comfortably on the armrests. An impish smile then curled upon his lips as he thought over what he had just said. “No, I’m not.”

 

[SimpleMan0306]

Al holds the door to his cabin for Sylvia and invites her in. He offered her another drink from the minibar, and took one himself before slipping into the bathroom. He closed the door but it remained ajar just enough for her peep if she wanted.

He undid his tie and took of his jacket, As Al unbuttoned his shirt, anyone watching would have seen just how good of shape he was in. He may have had a stuffy appearance, but he took care of his body. Unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers, his black boxer briefs clung to him. As it turned out, Al was very well endowed and in such a confining space as boxer briefs allowed, it was all on display.

It was then that he realized the door was cracked. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't know..." He reached to close the door...

 

[silkysylvia]

Sylvia was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol as her inhibitions seemed to be slipping away. Here she was in a strange man's room, a man she had just met, and is now sitting on his bed feeling a bit frisky. As she sits on Al's cabin bed, she leans back on her hands causing her dress to ride up her thighs. She glances around the room before her eyes catch the door of the bathroom slightly ajar. The light coming from the bathroom enables Sylvia to see Al's fit physique as he undressed unaware of her eyes watching him. As he dropped his trousers, Sylvia's eyes became riveted to the outline of his cock as it strained against his tight black boxer briefs.

She couldn't take her eyes off it because it seemed so big constrained by the snug fabric that it would possibly be even bigger exposed. Sylvia squeezed her thighs together as she felt herself becoming aroused by the situation.

Startled by Al's comment that he didn't mean to leave the door open, he could see that Sylvia was impressed by what she had seen. "Ummmm, it's okay I guess." Not knowing what to say say really, she stammered to say anything. Her eyes darted from his eyes back to the bulge in his pants and back to his eyes.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe the sight of the 'Captain', or even the sight of Al's enormous hidden cock, but Sylvia was starting to feel an urge between her legs. She had never felt this urge so strong before. She realized that she wanted Al. She wanted him to take her, seduce her, make love to her. God, she wanted him to fuck her.

 

[Nordican]

Finding it appeared there was nothing that required him for the moment Keldin shrugged slightly and then headed back to the upper decks. He walked along the vessel's open air paths and eventually spotted Luka one of the handyman aboard the vessel lounging beneath one of the parasols.

The blonde haired man stopped one of the passing waitresses and ordered up a his favorite dark beer avaible on the ship. It wasn't a Norwegian Bayer but the drink was strong enough for his liking and he was close enough to time for a small break on his shift anyhow. Moving over he nodded and gave Luka a somber but friendly smile.

"Hello Luka. Heard you had another broken shower head. Not a problem for you I'm sure." He said with a sly grin as he took the seat to the left of the man. As he settled in the waitress returned with his tall glass full of rich dark bear. The girl turned to Luka wondering if he needed anything as well.

 

[SexyVita]

Pearl Parsons

Pearl was slightly disappointed that CC didn’t take her right there on the dancefloor, but a moment’s thought made her realize it was probably for the best. Skinz’s dancefloor was practically the most public place on the ship and getting down and dirty there would almost certainly have repercussions. Before she could say anything, however, Kat was pulled away by the very unhappy looking cruise director. Pearl knew she would need to talk to Saskia later. If the girls had done something wrong, it was only because she herself had encouraged them so shamelessly. As Kat’s lips left her own, she spoke just loud enough to be heard over the music, but not loud enough for Saskia to overhear. “I’m sorry if I’ve gotten you in some sort of trouble. I hope I can make it up to you later.”

Even after Kat and Saskia left, it was obvious that her appearance had shaken CC as well. They emerged from the club onto the deck. The air was warm, but after the heat of the club it felt positively cold, and Pearl felt her nipples hardening under the satin of her dress. CC was obviously eager to get her alone, but there was a problem. “CC, I… well… we can’t go back to my room. My husband… he’ll be out for a few hours yet at least, but I wouldn’t want him walking in while we were in the middle of anything…” She blushed slightly at the thought of exactly what he would be walking into.

But before CC could answer her first concern, Pearl felt she needed the answer to another question. “CC, have I done something wrong? Is there some procedure that I should have followed? Ms. Roma did not look at all pleased, and I would not wish you or Kat to suffer for my sake. Perhaps I should go and speak with her?”

 

[HotCider]

Luka Barbato

The brunet opened a single eye to regard the European that sat next to him. It was Keldin, the security guard aboard The Delight. So much for his nap…as much as he wanted to sleep, he honestly didn’t mind entertaining the guy.

Hello Luka. Heard you had another broken showerhead. Not a problem for you I’m sure.

Opening his other eye, the handyman did his best to suppress the long and not-so-innocent smile that attempted to elongate upon his face. His lips parted into a soft grin.

“It’s the second one this week. Things just seem to be fallin’ apart around here. It's crazy,” Luka replied. “How goes everythin’ on your side? You haven’t had to throw anyone in the brig yet have you? No suspicious characters I need to be worried about?”

He raised his head to regard the waitress that had brought Keldin a good-looking beer. Luka informed, “If you find me the biggest blackest cup of coffee this cruise has ever brewed, you will have made my day and perhaps my night too.”

Heck, he would be wired like a Christmas tree.

 

[Nordican]

The waitress gave Luka a playful smile and jotted down a note on her pad before departed. Keldin gave the man a bemused look and had to grin at his question. Taking a drink from the tall glass his eyes tracked some women moving about, upper class passengers if he remembered correctly. There were always many delicious sights to behold and his mind moved back to the one woman he had seen earlier who had seemed to be enjoying some company already.

"Hah no problems yet. Though I heard there might have been something at Skins but so far hasn't developed into anything I've had to look into. Funnily enough the only suspicious looking ones are the ones with spouses aboard who want to try to hide their extra curricular activities." Keldin said having already seen more then a few people who he'd noted had new companions from when he had seen them board. It was natural of course, when appetites and alcohol flowed people tended to enjoy themselves more and experiment.

So long as everyone kept a open mind there was generally not a problem but there was always the occasional issue but generally the staff found some ways to make everyone happy in the end.

The waitress came back right around the time Keldin took another sip with the biggest mug she could find. The cruise line's logo sat below the lip of the cup and Keldin could see the steam rising up from it and figured the lucky repairman had been busy of late.

"But yes as you say no has into the brig. At least I haven't." He said grinning before he went back to his observations and checking his watch occasionally to make sure he didn't push the time on his break. They did pay him for diligence in addition to his other skills and Keldin prided himself on maintaining a good work ethic at whatever he did aboard the Delight.

 

[SimpleMan0306]

Seeing the direction of Sylvia's gaze, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a coy smile, Al opened the door and walked out, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. "Or, perhaps," he said, "you prefer to see..." His bulge was growing with desire for this beautiful young woman leaning back on his bed. Her silky hair, her smooth skin, the curve of her soft breasts, her exposed thighs, the beckoning gulf between her legs held just a bit too far apart. It was all too much for his rum fueled libido to keep contained.

He walked closer to her, his legs brushing against hers as she leaned back even farther, his dress riding up even more. The bulge in his boxer briefs had risen now to its full height and grown to its maximum girth. The bit of fabric trying to keep it contained was having a very difficult time; Sylvia could see the force of his engorged member was even pushing the waistband away from his body.

He continued, "...or maybe you prefer to touch...or taste...or feel...so many senses..." He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, so moist, and soft, tasting her drink on his tongue, wanting badly to feel himself throbbing inside of her.

 

[Sylnaeve]

CC let go of Pearl's hand to slip behind her and press herself against the older woman's back; her soft breasts pillowing against the redhead. "Aww, guests have so much nicer rooms than ours. But that's okay, it'll just make screwing on every single surface easier."

She was determined not to let Saskia kill the evening. She'd show her that what she and Kat was doing was good; Pearl would be a great client.

"You know, if you thought he'd be back and drunk enough, we could even do each other right next to where he'd passed out," CC teased as she ground herself against Pearl. But then she took the woman's hand again, "Maybe next time, I guess. Come on, let's go to my place."

Pearl's question about Saskia made her sigh. "Talking to her right now would be a mistake. She's all up on her authority and Russian super bitch powers." The brunette shook her head, "But I'll tell you that...there's a way you can play with me, or Kat, or some of the other members of the crew in any way you like. It goes through Saskia and she's probably pissed because she didn't get it first, approve it, stamp it, file it, and masturbate thinking about since God knows SHE never gets any action. It'd be good for her, you know? She ought to let that big viking guy ream her out sometime."

CC reached into her cleavage and pulled out a pair of the excursion cards, pushing them into Pearl's other hand. "Take those now, and I'll explain how to use them later. But if you want to make things good, fill out one or both of these and ask a porter to take them to Saskia tomorrow. I'll fill you in on the details about how they work and they they mean...but, you know, after."

They had reached her door and CC suddenly pushed Pearl against it and kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into the married woman's mouth. "After we've fucked each other's brains out," she whispered against her lips. Her hands moved around Pearl to work the door and then open it, pushing her soon to be lover into the small, dimly lit cabin beyond.

 

[HotCider]

Luka Barbato

Luka closed his eyes, resting them for the time being as he enjoyed the caress of the sea breeze against his cheeks. He listened to Keldin mention spouses wavering in commitment.

“I don’t think this is a good place for married couples honestly. The Delight would be like a game, challengin’ their love for each otha’. I mean, with so many good-lookin’ guys and gals on here, you’d wish you were single or become single just for this trip.”

Luka opened a single eye again to peek at Keldin with playful suspicion. “You plannin’ on stealin’ some dude’s girl?”

The waitress returned and Luka happily sat up. The size of the coffee mug caused a big grin to part on his face. Holy shit, where did she find it?

“Woo! Where did you find that?” he questioned in surprise. He carefully took the mug from her not wanting to spill the scalding liquid on his hands or hers. He held it with both hands and lowered it so he could lean over it like a curious child. “You must of brought me a mug of ink. Thank you.”

He blew lightly on the surface of the coffee. His break would be over before he’d get a chance to sip it without melting his lips off.

“So let’s make a bet here. How long do you think I’ll be up after I drink this? I’m bettin’ 3am; drink’s on me if I’m gone before then.”

 

[Nordican]

Keldin gave a short laugh. "Only if that's what the girl wanted." He said with a mischievous grin though he knew in most cases married couples aboard the ship who required his services were looking to spice things up a bit and were more than comfortable to have an extra set of hands for when they decided to express their love and effect. He had found some men just got off on watching him dominate their wife while the wife gave the husband a nice blowjob. Keldin didn't care, when he was brought in for that a capacity it was a simple line to read.

Eying the large mug the European grinned. "I say 4am. Just because someone will find you when you're about to be crashing and tell you all about the leaky sink in her stateroom." Keldin said as he watched the waitress move off, enjoying the look of her tight butt held snugly in the pants the waitresses in the area wore.

Keldin took one more long drink of his beer and noted soon enough he would have to be getting back to his patrolling and he silently wished someone may drop and excursion card off with Saskia. The thoughts of a woman and need had stirred him slightly in addition to the cold dark Irish made beer he consumed.

 

[silkysylvia]

Seeing his cock pressing against the thin material of his boxer shorts as he neared, A mischievous smile formed on my face as he asked if she wanted to touch it. Before Sylvia could answer, he leaned down and kissed her. The kiss not tentative and not hard, but with passion and purpose.

Her mouth opened the moment his lips touched hers, allowing for his tongue to slip over her lower lip and inside her awaiting mouth. Without hesitation, Sylvia reached and let her fingers trail along the outline of his cock. She could feel the heat from his cock as she traced over it with her fingertips.

As their kiss became more intense Sylvia placed the palm of her hand over his covered erection, pressing softly as she moved up and down the length. His cock felt enormous although she only experienced just three different ones in her lifetime and this one was definitely bigger.

Sylvia's arousal grew as their kiss grew deeper and she cradled the covered cock in her fingers and palm through his boxers. She felt the wetness form on her panties as she squeezed his manhood. Theirs tongues swirled quicker now as they both breathed hard through their nostrils.

Sylvia slid her hand up to the head of his cock and squeezed it gently before sliding her hand inside the band of his boxers and down inside. Her fingers found his straightened cock and wrapped her fingers around it. Slowly stroking it inside his boxers as they continued their kiss.

Sylvia did not reason why she was doing this with a strange man but she didn't want to know. She felt good and this felt so right. Perhaps it had something to do with this ship. She convinced herself that it was the ship and she was under it's spell.

Her fingers curled over the head of Al's cock as she spread her legs, her panties soaked. She felt his pre-cum cling to her fingertips and she began to spread it around the swollen cockhead, moaning in his mouth.

 

[DrStein]

Logan was on his way back to his room when he heard footsteps pounding down the hall. Kat came racing around the corner and he had just enough to say her name aloud in surprise before she crashed right into him. He shot one leg back to steady himself and keep the two of them from falling over while his arms reflexively went around her to keep her from falling when she rebounded off his chest. "Kat? What's going on? You okay?"

He saw the mark on her face and the cut. Her eyes were filled with tears and she looked utterly terrified and humiliated. There weren't a lot of things that could have caused Kat to be in this state, and Logan quickly went for the most logical conclusion. "Let me guess. Comrade Roma got another bug up her ass?"

Logan sighed at the thought. The Delight was a great place to work except for Saskia. There wasn't a single human being she treated as an equal. Logan could still remember his last encounter with her a few months back. She was grilling him about his practice of holding court by the pool almost every day. She had accused him of sleeping with the guests, though he was able to lie his way out of it. Even for him, it was difficult to keep his placid demeanor when she got nasty with him, but that she couldn't get a strong reaction out of him only seemed to piss her off more. He wasn't afraid of her in the way a lot of the staff was. He didn't believe most of the rumors. But he had seen her type before. Many times before in fact.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Logan put an arm around Kat and walked her back to her room.

 

[HotCider]

Luka Barbato

Only if that’s what the girl wanted…Luka smirked. I say 4am. Just because someone will find you when you’re about to be crashing and tell you all about the leaky sink in their stateroom.

He couldn’t hide the sour face he made at that prediction. That would have sucked terribly. His blue orbs lowered to the coffee, staring at it as though it were a curse. Worst case scenario, if he was too tired to fix it, then he would give the client a time of when he would come by. Saskia didn’t pry too much into his business. He was a handyman and what sort of trouble could he cause? As long as the passengers didn’t complain about “x” not getting fixed, then he was in the green. Thinking of Saskia…

“Hey; how come everyone dislikes Saskia? Yeah, she’s hard, but you gotta imagine runnin’ this ship on your own can be a pretty tough job.”

Luka then finally mustered the courage to kiss the black waters of his Columbian brew. He tasted nothing but a blast of bitterness as he retracted his lips. His face scrunched up as he swooned facetiously, “Mm, coffee-flavored molten lava my favorite.”

 

[Nordican]

Keldin shrugged. He was of a similar opinion concerning Luka. Saskia had given him a chance and treated him fair enough but then as with other people he had heard the occasional rumor here and there.

Being from a relatively cold land himself (not as cold as Russia mind you.) Keldin also felt a slight bit of kinship to Saskia. "I have no problems with her. I prefer a well run ship to complete chaos any day." Keldin said given he enjoyed controlling women occasionally and there weren't many more controlling then Saskia could be in a given situation.

Checking his watch one more time he noticed his break was over and he gave Luka a friendly nod. "Well my friend I must leave you. Must return to my patrol. Enjoy your coffee and other distractions that come your way." Keldin said looking back toward the sultry waitress and then taking one last long gulp from his beer before setting the near empty glass on the table as he prepared to move out.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

"Kat? What's going on? You okay?"

Kat looked up at Logan, his firm grip holding her upright and his eyes filled with concern as he took in her disheveled appearance.

I bet I look like shit, she thought as she pictured the bruise and cut that were on her cheek, her eyes red from crying, and, yep, her wig was definitely knocked slightly off her head.

"Let me guess. Comrade Roma got another bug up her ass?"

Hating to appear weak in front of anybody, and never one to accept sympathy, Kat quickly shrugged out of Logan's hold.

"I'm fine. Saskia didn't do anything. I just...ran into a door." She tried to brush past Logan, but he wasn't having it. His body filled the hallway and there was no getting past him. Frustrated, Kat pulled off her hot pink wig, her dark blue-black hair falling down over her shoulders and hiding the marks that Saskia had left on her face.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Logan draped an arm around Kat's shoulders. His touch made her uncomfortable. Not because Kat was afraid of him or he himself made her uncomfortable, but rather because she wasn't used to such kindness and concern, even from people she had known for a long time. She and Logan had become, if not friends, very good acquaintances since he had joined the crew of The Delight. Some days she would join him by the pool, the two of them trying to "drum up" business as Logan liked to say. They would engage in harmless flirtation with each other and, though she knew it was against the rules to ever pursue something, sometimes Kat liked to imagine what it would be like for them to move past flirting.

But Kat was already on Saskia's "shit list" and she didn't need any more marks against her...or on her. Since she had first signed up with The Delight at eighteen, Kat had never seen eye to eye with Saskia and the older woman took every opportunity to make her life a living hell. Kat had no clue what she had ever done to make Saskia hate her so much, but there had to be something that made Saskia torment her.

"I'm fine, OK? Seriously, I can take care of myself." Kat once again tried to force her way around Logan, but he remained stubbornly in place. Sighing heavily, Kat shook her head. "Fine, Mr. Chivalrous, lead the way."