The Delight

[SweetAsSuga]

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THE DELIGHT​

Saskia Roma

Checking another item off her constantly growing To Do list, Saskia adjusted her Dior sunglasses and brushed a strand of strategically highlighted, honey blonde hair behind her ear. The salt air always wreaked havoc on her carefully coiffed locks, but Saskia was not about to admit defeat. She had a standing appointment every other day with the top stylist on board ship. An appointment that she'd had ever since she became Cruise Director for The Delight nearly ten years ago.

Glancing back down at her list, Saskia noticed a chip on her freshly manicured fingers (another standing appointment she'd kept all those years).

"Charlie," Saskia spoke into her headseat, "Find Anya and tell that bitch she's fired. Then get her fat ass off this ship before we leave port." Even twenty years after leaving Russia, her words were still heavily accented. "And Charlie, make sure you don't pay her."

Everyone knew who had any lick of sense knew that you didn't piss Saskia off. She knew rumors flew around among the staff that she had connections with the Mafia. If it meant that her subordinates feared her, so be it, she wasn't about to go around correcting rumors. Whether they were true or not would just have to remain a mystery.

Saskia returned to her list, a Cruise Directors task was never done. People always thought it was the Captain that ran the ship, and maybe captains did run other ships, but that was not the way of it aboard The Delight. Here, Saskia ran things with an iron fist and even the ship's captain was terrified of her.

The staff had all arrived the week before to get everything settled aboard ship. They had all moved in, greeted old friends and started to make new ones, and now there was nothing for them to do except assist the passengers as they arrived.

The passengers had begun arriving at ten that morning and the last one would not board until close to ten that night. While many other cruise ships had strict boarding times for their passengers, The Delight was more light on the rules and accommodating to her passengers' needs.

Speaking of accommodating needs, Saskia smiled to herself as she mentally calculated how many guests had already asked her about The Delight's "special" services. Nearly twenty in total so far, and many more to come, Saskia was certain. The Delight, while your typical cruise ship, was also well known among certain circles as the best "pleasure" cruise one could find. If you had the right connections, or simply knew who to ask, members of the staff - who had all been hand selected by Saskia herself - were more than willing to pleasure a guest in any way the guest desired. The arrangement had made Saskia a very wealthy woman. And who else could boast of running the world's largest brothel with the most diverse whores?

"Saskia, you're assistance is needed on the main level." Charlie's voice drifted into her ear. "We...uh...we have a problem."

"Damn it, Charlie, if you can't handle a pocket-size Greek, what good are you. Call Quentin and have him deal with her, I have business to take care of." Saskia snapped before shutting off her headset and moving to greet some of her more elite guests.






Kat Dylan

Scrub with towel. Check. Breathe on glass to check for smudges. Check. Scrub again. Check. Pray that I don't leave fingerprints. Double check. Kat assessed the stack of bar glasses that surrounded her. The counter top was littered with glasses of varying shapes and sizes. Hundreds upon hundreds and Kat was responsible for cleaning each and every one. And not just cleaning them so that they looked presentable, but cleaning them so that they passed the inspection of none other than the uber-bitch Saskia.

"What does it even matter? It's gonna be too dark for people to see the damn things anyway." Kat muttered as she caught sight of a finger print on a martini glass and quickly took the towel to it.

"Better hurry up with those things, I hear the Queen is on her way." Mason, Kat's fellow bartender, said as he plunked a crate of Denaka vodka onto the counter.

"Fuck, how soon?" Kat began wiping at the glasses in earnest.

"A few minutes. An hour. Who knows?" Mason replied with a shrug. "All I know is I don't want to be here if you leave so much as a smudge on those glasses."

"Gee, thanks for the support you pussy." Kat threw her towel, which Mason easily dodged.

Kat had been working on The Delight for five years, ever since she turned eighteen, and had been a bartender at the hottest club on board, Skinz, for two years. It was one of the best jobs on the ship, and Kat wasn't about to lose it because of a few smudges. She knew she wouldn't get tossed off the ship completely, though, if she lost her bartender gig. After all, she was one of Saskia's top earners and most requested members of staff. Saskia may be a lot of things, but an idiot was not one of them. She knew better than to get rid of Kat even if the young woman did piss her off every so often.

"Hey, dude, toss me one of those." Kat said as Mason stocked the bar with the vodka. She grabbed two shot glasses and plunked them down in front of the other bartender. "We're both gonna need a stiff drink if we're going to get through tonight."

 

[funbg]

Bill Rogers

Bill Rogers had arrived on-board last week with the rest of the cruise employees, but this was his first voyage as a member of a ship's crew so he was still having some trouble getting his bearings. He and his bunk mate were scheduled to work different shifts, so it was almost like he had his small cabin below the waterline all to himself.

Running a black comb through his thick brown hair one last time before going on duty, Bill checked himself in the bathroom mirror to make sure he was looking his best for the arriving passengers. Impressing his crew mates and superiors couldn't hurt either. Everything looked good.

Bill caught a glance of his bunk, the top one, in the mirror as he turned out the bathroom light. There was a small bookshelf embedded in the wall. One of the books on the shelf was the employee handbook that had been delivered to his cabin last night.

"Read that first thing after I get off duty," Bill said to himself.

Bill arrived five minutes early to his duty station and carefully looked over each of his assignments for the shift. His first task was to assist in the delivery of passenger luggage to the correct cabins.

"Just take a cart's full and get them where they're supposed to go," said a friendly female crew member whose name Bill didn't know, pointing at the accumulating pile of suitcases being brought aboard from shore.

"Thanks," Bill replied as she pushed her own cart of luggage deliveries to the service elevator. The elevator doors closed and she disappeared.

Following her advice, Bill loaded an empty cart as full as safety would allow then started making my deliveries. While in the elevator, a small but bulging suitcase at the top of the pile suddenly burst open, a few ladies undergarments spilling onto the floor.

Worried that the elevator doors would open and that he would get caught with a lady passenger's underwear in my hands, Bill Rogers pressed the stop button on the elevator so he could repack the suitcase. He took the bag off the cart and set it on the floor.

Kneeling, Bill started to place the underwear back in the suitcase. What he saw as he worked were all sorts of outfits and sex toys. He was tempted to examine the contents more closely, but his better judgement prevailed.

He finished repacking, stood up and replaced the bag on the cart, then restarted the elevator. Subconsciously, Bill chose to wait on delivering the bag that had burst and another, larger one marked for the same cabin, until completing the rest of his deliveries.

As he had done when delivering all of the other bags, cabin steward Rogers knocked firmly on the passengers' door and said, "luggage delivery..."

He didn't expect the door to open, as none of the other rooms had been occupied as he had delivered suitcases to them, so was caught off guard at the sound of someone unlatching to door from the other side.

 

[Teenalyssa]

Serena Anderson

She looked up at the cruise ship in front of her. To say it was big was an understatement. The vessel towered above her, looking truly magnificent. She had no doubt she would have a lot of fun on the cruise. It's time I treated myself, she thought. A chance to unwind at last, after a brutal term in college. She had worked all year to save up enough money for the cruise, not that money was a big issue for her. Her father would have written her a cheque in a flash had she asked it, but she wanted to be independent, thus the long late night shifts she had to suffer, even while studying for grueling exams at school.

It was a sunny day, with little clouds masking the glare of the sun. Serena had dressed for the weather, a pair of sunglasses to shield her eyes from the harsh rays. The sea breeze rustled her long brown hair, and her light sundress pressed against her body gently. the dress was light blue, with floral patterns, and it hugged her slim figure just enough to hint at what hid beneath. Her sandals were comfortably around her feet as she dragged a wheeled duffle up the ramp with her right hand, a white hand bag around her left shoulder. She showed her boarding pass to the staff at the door. With a smile and a nod, the staff let her onto the cruise. "Have a great trip", he said to her, and Serena smiled back. She had heard the service aboard the Delight was fantastic, and she can't wait to spoil herself with room service. Of course, she had also heard rumours about some of the. . .extra services that had made her blush, but she attributed them to what they were, rumours.

"402, 403, oh, here we are, 404!" Serena stopped in front of her room. She took out her key card, the one a very nice lady at the front had given to her. Swiping the card, she opened the door and walked in. The cabin was spacious, with a large king sized bed. Looks like I'll be really comfortable, she thought to herself. Putting her stuff down, she looked out the window, enjoying her view of the ocean. "Let the fun begin!" She shouted to no one in particular as she jumped onto the soft bed.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

August Quinn


Stepping out of his silver Viper, August adjusted his grey Versace suit, smiling at the beautiful women filtering past on their way to board The Delight. The ship in question sat majestically in the water, a vision of steel and modern ingenuity, just waiting to depart from the Jacksonville port and make its way to out to sea and the beautiful Caribbean islands that awaited her.

August sauntered up the VIP gangplank, eagerly anticipating his journey and the fun that waited on board. This would be his second sojourn on The Delight and he was anxious to indulge in the debauchery the ship and her staff had to offer.

"Mr. Quinn, how good to see you again." Saskia walked towards him, her accent more endearing than vulgar as so many Russian accents. She smiled at him and kissed him swiftly on both cheeks. August had grown quite fond of Saskia on his first voyage, if only for the fact that she knew exactly the types of women to send to satisfy his darker desires.

"Saskia, it's a pleasure." He beamed down at her. "I take it my room is in order."

"Of course it is. We take care of our favorite guests."

August didn't doubt that he was her favorite. After all, how many of her other guests threw down a few million dollars during one cruise?

 

[tigerlilyxx]

As she stood and looked up at the boat from the dock, Kacy Marlen smiled widely. She grabbed her large dark green suitcase and matching duffle bag, and stepped toward the ship. She couldn't shake the excitement that coursed through her. She wasn't sure exactly what to expect, but if the rumors were true, this was going to be the best time of her life.

As she stepped aboard, she looked around, pausing and letting go of her bag to push her wavy brown hair behind her ear. Another glance around. For a moment, she felt unsure of herself. She'd never been on a cruise; she didn't know what to do. She watched people who she could only assume were staff as they greeted other guests, and forced her smile back to her face. This was going to be fun. It would just take a little time for her to adjust.

She fidgeted, smoothing her yellow sundress as she did. Guests passed her as they boarded, and her blue eyes followed them, taking hints from them as to what she should do. Each time a person passed, her eyes passed over them briefly, and she was reminded of why she was on the cruise. She wondered who was on-board for what, who knew about it and who didn't. She would blush and look at the ground. A deep breath and she grabbed her bags again, getting her key and room assignment, and setting off to find her room.

She paused again as she tried to find her way around the ship. She’d never been on anything quite so large. She wondered if she’d get lost, and how often she’d manage to. Somehow, though, she managed.

As she reached her room, she chewed on her bottom lip and let herself in, looking around at the accommodations. This was more than she could have dreamed of. Everything felt so big and fancy. She wasn't used to it. She let the door close behind her and flopped down on the bed, sighing happily and looking around. She sat up, running slender fingers through her hair to smooth it out, and looked out the window, a new smile appearing on her face.

 

[thewhiteone]

Izumi Kyurito

Izumi Kyurito checked the life vests as well as children’s floatation devices in one of the two VIP pool areas for the third time today. As someone who had seen people drowning before, she checked everything in the pool area three times (four times for the first aid kit) before the guests arrived, instead of the required two times. She didn’t need the dreaded Saskia to inspire her to be extra careful in that regard.

Satisfied that they were all in good order, she walked back over to her elevated lifeguard chair and climbed up it. From here she had an excellent view of the entire pool area, as well as the nearby hot tubs. Checking her watch she noted that the guests should be boarding now. Soon this area would filled with very wealthy people, though by the standards of the common pool areas, it would be sparsely populated. That was what these people were paying for after all.

Or one of the things in the case of some of them. Guests who it was known would be enjoying the “special” services of the Delight, were roomed closest to this pool area. It made her more noticeable to them. Since she had started aboard the Delight a year ago, Saskia had invited her to be one of her “special staff members.” Izumi had been intrigued and accepted. She was sure she’d had more sex since that day than rest of her life combined. She was curious how many would ask for her this cruise, not merely because of the handsome amount of money it would bring in, but also the interesting people she would meet.

Hopefully, most would be pleasant and enjoyable.

Her swimsuit was a little more revealing than the normal lifeguard one. It showed a little more skin to entice, but not enough to be blatantly putting herself up on the auction block. There were appearances to be maintained after all.

 

[thewhiteone]

Rebecca Emerson

Rebecca Emerson strutted down the hallway as if she owned the place. Pencil thin heals clicked on the deck, hips swayed, sultry eyes roved over everyone else. Even the most casual glace at her screamed SLUT! Seeing as that’s exactly what she was, those disapproving whispers and disgusted looks did not bother her in the least. In fact, she enjoyed them. To her, it meant they saw her as a threat, whether it was a threat to their relationship and/or to their prudish existence didn’t matter to her. The world had changed, numerous sexual conquests were no longer just for men.

She enjoyed their hate and envy almost as much as she enjoyed the lust and hunger her body elicited from others.

She had every confidence that this cruise was going to be another wild experience, and that she was going to get all the cock and pussy she could crave. It would also be her first time hiring people for sex. From everything she’d heard about the Delight, it lived up to its name.

And she intended to put that name to the test…vigorously and repeatedly.

The excitement from all the looks she got, positive and negative, and the thought of all the carnal delights she would be indulging in had her pussy already wet. And that only thrilled her more, because she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her revealing halter dress…and soon she was going to have a dribble running down her legs.

Arriving at her room, she opened the door and let herself in. Her bags had been sent up already, full of all manner of clothing and toys befitting a woman of her wealth and sexual appetite.

 

[StFornicate]

Mikey McKay

Mikey McKay, lead singer and guitarist of the up-and-coming band "the Guardians" had been on board the cruise liner "Delight" for a couple days now, and even without the passengers, he was enjoying every minute. The band's gear had quickly gotten setup in the VIP lounge, where they would be playing sets every other night. Part of an agreement between his record label and the management of the Delight, the band's presence served as a bit of crossways promotion, providing the band with exposure to movers and shakers, aka the wealthy elite, and getting more people on board the Delight just to see them play. It was a win-win for everyone involved.

It left Mikey in a sort of limbo on board, as he was technically part of the staff, being paid for his services, but his responsibilities were practically nil, leaving him a great deal of time and freedom to enjoy everything the ship had to offer. Indeed, being amongst the passengers was seen as part of his job there, promoting the band and developing good-will to get people to buy his records.

He kept gleaning interesting information overheard from certain other staff members as well. It didn't take him long at all to discern that the Delight was, in essence, a brothel of the highest order. He laid low for the time being, enjoying the sights. Many of the female staffers were incredibly attractive... As were many of the passengers that started to arrive. He spent his day laying around the pool, enjoying a pleasant vodka buzz, and going over the set list for that evening's launch party.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy O'Ryan

Tommy stood in awe of the gigantic cruise liner "the Delight", just trying to comprehend its sheer massive size before boarding. He had been on some big construction jobs before, but this was a truly impressive work. People milled about around him, some boarding, some saying farewell to family and friends. He was on his own, so he went ahead and boarded, got his room key and wandered about the ship for a while before finding his room.

He had worked a lot of long, hard hours to save up enough money for this. He could tell it was all going to be worth it, too. The scenery was amazing, both the ocean spread out from his window, and the endless stream of beautiful women everywhere he looked. He had opted for the "all expenses paid" package, having taken out a second mortgage on his house in addition to all the overtime money just to swing it.

It was shaping up to be the time of his life, for sure.

 

[Teenalyssa]

Serena Anderson

Serena

Lying in the bed, Serena remembered that a staff member had given her a booklet upon her arrival on the cruise. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a small packet, labeled Guest Guidebook. Flipping through the pages, she saw that the booklet outlined some the itinerary of the cruise, as well as provided descriptions of some of the entertainment aboard. Serena was pleased to see the ships had its own gym, something she was definitely going to take advantage of to stay in shape. The guidebook also provided a map of the vessel, and she looked it over, not wanting to get lost.

As she leafed through more pages, Serena encountered the VIP section in her guide. Curious as to see what the extra cash she had spent on her ticket offered for her, she flipped the page and started to read. It started off well, and most of the services were routine. Then she reached the part about 'special requests'. Reading through, she could feel her face heat up as an uncomfortable blush rose. To book an excursion or special amenity you can access the ship’s inter-web via the computer in your room. Once logged into the computer, you will enter the special access code found in your informational packet which will grant you admittance to the booking page. She gulped. Shaking her head, she got up and went over to the computer, clicking through and sure enough, a screen came up which wiped away any doubts she had on the validity of the booklet. Guess the rumours she had heard about this cruise were true afterall, she thought.

I need to cool down. Deciding to take a swim, she grabbed her towel and headed out to the pool.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Saskia Roma

The ship had officially departed from port. Saskia mentally ran through her post-departure checklist and had to smile at how smoothly, at least by cruise ship standards, things had gone. Only three firings before leaving port, two stowaways, and one late arrival. She smirked as she remembered Quentin bitching in her ear about having to escort Anya off the ship, and something about his shoes, but Saskia had tuned him out by that point. This was going to be one of the best sailings that The Desire had ever had, Saskia was determined.

Already things were shaping up to make her quite a bit of money over the next three weeks that they would be sailing. Barely an hour after departure and she already had guests lining up to bed her staff.

She sat down to log into her computer, her calfskin brown skirt riding up her long legs and showing off her stockings and garter. There were already twenty emails awaiting her and a slow, predatory smile pulled at her lips.

Time to get to work, she thought as she began to peruse the requests.




Kat Dylan

It was eleven o'clock at night, on the first night of the three week voyage, and Skinz was hopping. Dressed in a black leather mini-skirt with metal studs up the side seams, a dark red halter top with a plunging neckline and a zipper up the front, knee-high black boots, and her favorite hot pink wig, Kat was struggling to keep up with the demands of the thirsty patrons. Mason, of course, was not doing much to help as he stood off to one corner of the bar flirting with everything that had tits.

"Hey babe," a deep, throaty voice broke over the sound of the pulsing music, "a round of shots for me and my buddies. And feel free to join us." The man was probably in his mid-thirties, a bit old for the club's usual crowd, and his hairline was receding so quickly Kat thought it was probably trying to run away from his face.

Kat was saved from having to reject the man by Mason.

"Guess what time it is," Mason leaned in close, his breath heavy with vodka.

"Oh fuck," Kat groaned. "Already? We just fuckin' opened."

Mason only grinned in response. The music swiftly changed from a pulsing techno beat to Def Leopard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me." Kat flipped him off before jumping up onto the bar.

Her hips moved with the music as she began to caress her body slowly, making sure to make eye contact with each person looking at her. She began to unzip her top, slowly, teasingly, until the top of her black lace bra showed. The crowd watching her began to yell, chanting for her to take it off. With a naughty smile, Kat turned around and began to shake her ass, her short skirt riding up ever so slightly. She turned back to face the audience and started to unzip the rest of her top when Mason jumped up on the bar and began to take his shirt off. The girl's, and some of the guys, in the club went wild as Mason's six pack came into view.

Grateful that he had taken her spot on the bar, Kat jumped back down and resumed taking drink orders as Mason did his own little strip tease.

Let him have the fuckin' limelight, Kat thought, I sure as hell don't want it. As she poured drink after drink, Kat couldn't wait for the next two hours to pass and her shift at the club to be over. All she could think about was crawling into bed and falling into a deep sleep.

But now was not the time to think about that. Seeing someone standing at the bar, waiting, Kat walked over and leaned against the bar seductively, pushing her cleavage to its full advantage.

"Hi cutie, what can I get for you?" She asked.

 

[StFornicate]

Saskia Roma
Kat Dylan

It was eleven o'clock at night, on the first night of the three week voyage, and Skinz was hopping. Dressed in a black leather mini-skirt with metal studs up the side seams, a dark red halter top with a plunging neckline and a zipper up the front, knee-high black boots, and her favorite hot pink wig, Kat was struggling to keep up with the demands of the thirsty patrons. Mason, of course, was not doing much to help as he stood off to one corner of the bar flirting with everything that had tits.

"Hey babe," a deep, throaty voice broke over the sound of the pulsing music, "a round of shots for me and my buddies. And feel free to join us." The man was probably in his mid-thirties, a bit old for the club's usual crowd, and his hairline was receding so quickly Kat thought it was probably trying to run away from his face.

Kat was saved from having to reject the man by Mason.

"Guess what time it is," Mason leaned in close, his breath heavy with vodka.

"Oh fuck," Kat groaned. "Already? We just fuckin' opened."

Mason only grinned in response. The music swiftly changed from a pulsing techno beat to Def Leopard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me." Kat flipped him off before jumping up onto the bar.

Her hips moved with the music as she began to caress her body slowly, making sure to make eye contact with each person looking at her. She began to unzip her top, slowly, teasingly, until the top of her black lace bra showed. The crowd watching her began to yell, chanting for her to take it off. With a naughty smile, Kat turned around and began to shake her ass, her short skirt riding up ever so slightly. She turned back to face the audience and started to unzip the rest of her top when Mason jumped up on the bar and began to take his shirt off. The girl's, and some of the guys, in the club went wild as Mason's six pack came into view.

Grateful that he had taken her spot on the bar, Kat jumped back down and resumed taking drink orders as Mason did his own little strip tease.

Let him have the fuckin' limelight, Kat thought, I sure as hell don't want it. As she poured drink after drink, Kat couldn't wait for the next two hours to pass and her shift at the club to be over. All she could think about was crawling into bed and falling into a deep sleep.

But now was not the time to think about that. Seeing someone standing at the bar, waiting, Kat walked over and leaned against the bar seductively, pushing her cleavage to its full advantage.

"Hi cutie, what can I get for you?" She asked.

Tommy O'Ryan had never in his life been in a bar like this. What did they call it? Skinz? It sounded like a strip club. And judging by what was happening atop the bar... It was pretty close. He'd definitely never seen a guy dance like that before!

The crowd was younger than himself by at least a few years, wild and crazy with youth, booze, and lord knows what else, and all he wanted was a beer to take back to the pool area.

Tommy had to peel his eyes out of the bartender's abundantly displayed cleavage.

"What's a guy gotta do to get a Budweiser around here?" he leaned forward and asked her, practically yelling because it was so damn loud in the bar.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Kacy Marlen

The first thing Kacy did was look around the room. she got up, pushing herself off of the bed, and explored the space that would be her home for a few weeks. The "Guest Guidebook" caught her eye pretty quickly, and she moved to it, picking it up and turning it over in her hands. She sat back down on the bed as she opened it, eyes scanning each page, lingering on some longer than others. The ship seemed to offer everything a person could think of. That thought was proven to be true as she reached the back of the book.

This time, she didn't scan, she read. She took in each option, considering it before reading the next. She couldn't stop the smile that grew on her face. She'd made the right decision choosing this cruise. She leafed through the booklet again, back to the first part, the part that told her about the more innocent parts of the cruise, trying to decide where to go first. Skinz looked interesting. She wondered for a moment whether it was an over 21 club, but the booklet didn't say. Well, trying was the only way for her to find out. But first, she needed to change. A sundress in a club didn't seem like the appropriate attire. But she knew just what she wanted to wear.

She moved to her suitcase and unpacked the items, quickly, not particularly caring what stayed folded and what didn't, until she found what she was looking for. She placed the dress on the bed, pulling the one she wore up and off over her head, tossing it onto the bed as well. Then she picked up the red dress and slipped it on. Moving to the mirror, she smoothed it out. From the front, it looked innocent and classy, though it was short and hugged her body. She turned and looked at the back. That was the part she loved. She turned and walked to her duffle, unzipping it and reaching in, rummaging around until she found the heels she was looking for. She slipped them on and moved back to the mirror. Perfect. She grabbed her room key, slipped it into the confines of her dress, and headed out the door.

It took her a while to find the club, Kacy didn't exactly have a good sense of direction, but she found it eventually, and was quite happy when they let her in. Guess it wasn't only 21 and over. The music hit her ears and she looked around. Before she had a chance to decide what to do, the music changed and a rather attractive bartender got up on the bar. She was enthralled, her eyes only leaving the woman when the other bartender stood up and revealed a wonderful body. This was definitely the right place to be. She found herself wondering whether the bartenders were part of the "special staff" and a small blush came to her face.

She shook her head and moved to the dancing mass, having decided to have some fun.

 

[thewhiteone]

Izumi

People had quickly come to the pool area, just like they always did. Pools were always popular on cruise ships, and The Delight was no exception. Fortunately, the VIP pool had much smaller ‘pool’ (har-har she thought to herself) of people who had access to it. Even more fortunate was the fact that it was an Adults Only pool.

Izumi loved children, but they were the biggest headache for any lifeguard. Kids seemed to thing that “No Running” meant “Running is not only permitted, but encouraged.”

No children also meant it was easier to flirt with guests during her break.

Speaking of break, Whitney was here to cover for her while she got some chow before continuing her shift. After one last scan of the area, she climbed down and headed toward the near by café.

She had noticed a number of ladies she’d like to enjoy. On her way toward the pool entrance, she noticed one of those lovelies again. One whom she was pretty sure had been admiring her only to look away quickly several times when Izumi’s gaze had fallen upon her.

As she approached the woman on her way toward the entrance, she caught the woman’s eyes. The usual small smile she had became much more inviting as their eyes met.

 

[Teenalyssa]

Serena

Serena blushed as the lifeguard caught her staring and gave her a smile. Serena smiled back, embarrassed that she had been caught.

"H-hi", Serena greeted the woman, mentally slapping herself for stuttering. "Off for your break?" She asked, hoping to move past the little stumble. As she talked, her eyes looked over the lifeguard's body, without being too obvious. Or at least, that's what she hoped. The lifeguard was definitely fit, which was no surprise, given her occupation. The one piece was less conservative than your typical garment, showing off her figure and baring one shoulder, giving tantalizing glimpses of her smooth skin. Returning her eyes to the woman's face, Serena noted a beautiful oriental face with delicate structure adjourned with a pair of pretty almond shaped eyes framed with shoulder length mahogany-red hair. Wonder what's her name, Serena thought to herself, before realizing something.

"My name is Serena, by the way", she blurted, not wanting to appear rude. "Nice to meet you". Great, now she thinks I'm a creeper and an idiot.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Kat Dylan

"What's a guy gotta do to get a Budweiser around here?"

Kat grinned as she grabbed a bottle of beer from the cooler beneath the counter. Holding the ice cold bottle just out of the stranger's grasp, Kat eyed him up and down, taking in the spiky blonde hair and blue eyes, the well formed body, this stranger was exactly the type of man that could be a perfect client.

"What's the magic word, stud?" She asked coyly, leaning forward slightly, letting the bottle hang right in front of her breasts.







August Quinn

After settling into his stateroom, August changed from his suit into a pair of fashionably faded jeans and a tight shirt that hugged his muscular torso. Night had fallen as the ship made its way out to the ocean and August found his way to the best place to be on the first night of the voyage.

Skinz was just as busy as it had been the last time he'd been on board the ship. The crowd moving along with the beat of the music in a sweat drenched orgy of limbs. It was perfect.

Making his way to the bar, August eyed up the man stripping on the bar, appreciating his fine form as much as anyone else in the club. His eyes roamed over the other person behind the bar, a young woman he hadn't seen his last cruise. August watched her as she flirted with another customer, taking in the delicious curve of her ass as she bent to grab a beer from under the counter. He'd have to remember her when he booked his first appointment.

Turning around, August rested his elbows on the counter and surveyed the rest of the club. In the midst of the moving mass, he spotted a young woman, she couldn't have been more than twenty, her lithe body squeezed into a form fitting dress with a low back. Very sexy indeed. Pushing off from the bar, August made his way through the crowd until he was nearly pressed against her, his body moving in rhythm with hers.

 

[StFornicate]

Kat Dylan



Kat grinned as she grabbed a bottle of beer from the cooler beneath the counter. Holding the ice cold bottle just out of the stranger's grasp, Kat eyed him up and down, taking in the spiky blonde hair and blue eyes, the well formed body, this stranger was exactly the type of man that could be a perfect client.

"What's the magic word, stud?" She asked coyly, leaning forward slightly, letting the bottle hang right in front of her breasts.

Tommy smiled at her for a moment, enjoying the proffered view of her luscious cleavage before replying.

"Now," he said, reaching forward and wrapping his hand around the neck of the bottle, his fingers brushing the plump skin of her tits as his palm touched her hand.

"I could probably go for a couple shots, if you'll take 'em with me," he said, leaning forward so she could hear him, and to get an even better downblouse view of her tits.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Kacy Marlen

As the music pulsed, Kacy's body moved with it, letting it run through her. The mass moved, too, each person moving individually but contributing to the seemingly rhythmic movement of the whole. Bodies moved from person to person, dancing close and then being pulled away by the force of the crowd. She flirted occasionally, not saying anything, but smiling, winking, teasing. For the most part, though, she just had fun, let herself go.

Another body moved near her, and at first, she treated it the same as the rest. She moved with it, not bothering to see who it belonged to. She turned her head, curious now about who stood behind her, and found herself looking at the most attractive man she'd seen all night. She threw him a soft, teasing smile before turning her head back around. There was no way a man like that didn't know how attractive he was. The question in her mind, now, was how to react. To play it off like he wasn't the hottest thing in the room, or to be more direct and show her interest. She'd never been good at playing games.

She took a slight step back as she danced, closing the small gap that had been between them, letting her body press against his. She could feel the heat emanating from him, feel the firmness of his muscles against her back. For a moment, her thoughts wandered, and she blushed at their content. She was glad for the darkness where no one could see the red burning on her face. She ignored the thoughts, pushing them out of her mind, and continued to move to the music.

 

[thewhiteone]

Izumi

Izumi couldn’t help but grin as the girl blushed and stammered. She was just too cute.

She was going to reply with her own hello, but noticed were those lovely eyes were roving. The girl tried to be covert (again) as she took the opportunity to survey her body up close. Never one to turn down an ogling from a beautiful woman, Izumi was more than willing to let them rove. Especially if she was a potential client.

As those eyes worked there way up back to her face, they seemed to be a bit day-dreamy when they met hers again.

Wait for it…wait for it…and…

The girl snapped out of it, and hurriedly introduced herself as Serena.

She gave a soft giggle, “Serena, that’s a lovely name,” she replied, and then proceeded to return the compliment by eyeing her up. Except she didn’t try to hide it. She wore bikini with a flowery top with the tie between her breasts (just were she liked it), with a simple blue bottom. Her body was nicely shaped with droplets of water clinging to it. Wet brown hair dangled down, seeming to try and hide those lovely breasts. Continuing upward, her warm brown eyes traced those tasty looking pink lips before returning back to Serena’s eyes.

“And yes, I am off on break” she flashed her pearly whites, “and I get the impression that you’d like to join me…”

Taking a few steps past the girl, she glanced back over her shoulder, “Izumi” she said with one of her small smiles, confident that Serena would be eager to join her.

 

[Teenalyssa]

Serena felt her face heat up more (if that was even possible) as she noticed the other girl checking her out, none too discreetly.

"Thanks", she replied to the compliment to her name. As the lifeguard's eyes returned to look into her eyes, Serena felt herself captivated by the Asian girl's dark brown irises. They were truly amazing, she thought to herself.

Again, the woman's voice startled her, as Serena heard her say that she was indeed on her break. Her next lines though, made Serena's heart beat slightly faster.

Join her? What does she mean by that? Serena wondered. Was she a. . .? She thought back to the guest guidebook, and tried to shake away the inappropriate thoughts in her mind. She's just being friendly Serena, snap out of it. Not everyone is a special staff, you know.

The girl proceeded to move past her, turning around and said, with one of her cute smiles, Serena noted, her name.

"I would love to join you." Serena returned Izumi's smile, and quickly followed her, but not without first enjoying a view of Izumi's backside first, the firm flesh showed off so nicely by the lifeguard's swimsuit.

 

[thewhiteone]

Rebecca

Rebecca entered her room and found it to be every bit as wonderful as it should be for what Daddy was paying. Flopping down on the bed, she snagged the Guest Guidebook. Most of it she ignored/didn’t bother reading. She did note the adults only VIP pool, and the club Skinz. Those sounded like the places she’d be spending most of her time, aside from someone’s room that is.

Then she got to the good stuff.

Yes, yes, yes…no, yes. So, only one of the excursions was out, the hardcore bondage. Amenities…her eyes widened at the Video/Photo package… “Oh God…OH GOD!” she started laughing with glee. All the pics and vids she could want…it was like being a porn star!

Rolling over onto her back, her right hand started groping her tit as her left hand hiked up her dress and began rubbing her glistening pussy. Vids and pics…vids and pics!

Someone knocked on the door.

With a grumble she got up.

“Luggage delivery…”

She paused, glanced back and realized that she didn’t see her luggage…her luggage wasn’t already here. HER LUGGAGE WASN’T ALREADY HERE!?!?

Fury now crossed her face as she unlatched the door. Upon opening it, a glance at the cart showed her luggage cases…and only two of the four she had sent AHEAD.

“What took you so damn long, and where are my other two cases?!” she demanded.

At the man’s stunned expression, she yelled, “Well stop standing around! Get those in here! Then get your ass back down there and get the other half of my luggage!”

The man hurriedly complied, bringing in the two cases he had, before quickly leaving the room.

Livid, she was about to make a phone call to demand an explanation, when she decided to check the two cases she had first. If anything had been damaged…

The larger luggage case was fine. When she opened the second one however…things were not where she had left them…undergarments not how she had folded them…

She grabbed that phone.
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After she’d blistered the ears of four other people, her remaining luggage turned up over two hours later. Turns out, it had been sent to a room belonging to one of the last minute cancellations.

Rebecca had spent the next hour and a half sulking in her room, before getting bored of it. Changing into one of her black bikinis, she headed toward the VIP pool. She was going to find someone to fuck her brains out, and wasn’t going to let the crew get back on her good side that easily by letting one of them do it.

 

[thewhiteone]

Izumi

“I thought so,” she smiled at her, “You certainly checked me out often enough…” she teased, “…and I wouldn’t mind someone to chat with while I grab a light meal to get me through the rest of my shift.”

This is almost too easy…not that I mind, especially with a sexy girl like Serena. And she was so damn cute when she blushed. Even if I wasn't being paid for it, I'd have made a bee line for this one.

“The Nibbles is just over here,” she gestured around the corner. The Nibbles served only light foods and snacks. It was located closest to the pool because going swimming after a heavy meal was never a good idea.

Luckily there was no line at the moment. Izumi ordered lemonade, a small salad (without any of those fatty dressings) and a sandwich with ham, cheese and tomatoes. The cashier scanned her Employee ID, and then attended to Serena if she wanted anything.

Once they were ready, Izumi guided them to a nice and intimate little corner booth for two. After taking a few bites of her sandwich, she began to engage Serena in conversation, “So Serena, enjoying your stay so far?”

 

[StFornicate]

Mikey McKay

Now, this is the life! Mikey thought as he laid out next to the VIP pool. It was getting into the afternoon, but was still plenty warm out. The salty ocean breeze filled his nostrils as he soaked up the sun and enjoyed the sights.

VIP was definitely the place to be! So many nubile, sexy young ladies walking about in tiny bikinis, and a good number of them had noticed his presence.

Mikey was certainly enjoying the notoriety of being an up and coming rock star! He watched from a distance as a young lady and the Asian lifeguard flirted a bit. Something here for everyone, he thought, and wondered if the lifeguard was indeed one of the high-priced whores this ship was infamous for.

His thoughts were distracted, however, by the arrival of a bombshell Asian woman (as far as he could tell) in a little black bikini, sporting all the assets he enjoyed the most!

 

[thewhiteone]

Rebecca

All of the looks she was getting had definitely helped improve her mood. There was now no sign of her earlier rage anywhere in her body language. In fact, her body language was back to communicating the language it was most familiar with: Slut.

Upon reaching the VIP pool, Rebecca began paying attention to the people around her. Lots of sexy babes and handsome hunks, for sure. More than she was expecting, not nearly as many older people as had expected.

She noticed one of the men staring at her…there was something familiar about him…she knew she should know him and that she was going to be smacking herself when she did remember, but right now she couldn’t place him.

Stopping in front of him, she bent forward to give him a perfect view down her chest, “Hey there handsome. Mind if I join you?” her voice oozing sexuality.

 

[StFornicate]

Stopping in front of him, she bent forward to give him a perfect view down her chest, “Hey there handsome. Mind if I join you?” her voice oozing sexuality.

Mikey looked up at her and smirked, not surprised she had stopped. She had the look of a woman on the prowl. The view of her abundant cleavage she had given him made her intentions quite clear, and Mikey felt a natural reaction to her, an immediate rush of blood to his loins.

"Not at all," he said. "Have a seat." He stopped a passing-by service boy. "Hey buddy, get us some drinks over here, will ya? Scotch on the rocks, a tall one, for me. And whatever this fine lady would like," he said. "My lady?"