This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental.
© 2004 Warlord
Sally Ann regained her feet still pressed against me. She asked, “Would you like to see me dance?”
She didn’t wait for my response. She stepped back, bending at the waist to kiss my cockhead, smearing it with her hot pink lip-gloss. Sally Ann walked to the entertainment center where she began studying Sunrise’s and my music selections. She quickly came to a decision. I watched her cue up a song.
The opening brass line from Don Henley’s All She Wants To Do Is Dance filled the suite as Sally Ann Arkwright strutted to the small dance floor next to the grand piano. Shethrew herself into an enthusiastic dance that opened another career track for her --that of exotic dancer. I made a mental note that there was going to be a dancing pole installed on the dance floor before we left port!
Focused on Sally Ann, I felt warm breath on my cock. Looking down, I saw Mavis with her bright red lips poised over the head of my hard dick. I flexed forward into her wet mouth. I heard her sigh as she engulfed my cock. She did not stop until I had her bright red lipstick stains smeared around the base of my cock. My fingers were tangled in Mavis’ blonde hair, as I fucked into her open, accepting throat.
Catherine Jean shifted on her knees until her head was between my legs. Her movements were constrained by her arms being cuffed behind her back and her chained ankles. Catherine Jean licked my balls, while her sister sucked me.
I looked see how James was reacting to my, and most importantly his daughters’, activities. He was oblivious. James had his boxers off, with his wife Ardelia on her knees between his legs. I couldn’t see precisely what she was doing, but her head position and movements left little room for doubt.
I glanced over to see his son, Kenny, getting similar service from Ardelia’s sister Betsy Rae, kneeling between his legs. She had a hand clutching each of his ass cheeks. Betsy Rae was wearing Kenny’s red, white, and blue thong for a hat!
All the visual and tactile stimulation, combined with my built-up arousal, made me cum. I slammed into Mavis until my balls hit her chin, as my cock unloaded down her throat. I sagged back from my cum, and my still-spewing cock slipped out of her mouth, spraying on her face and tits.
Catherine Jean leaned forward kissing her sister. She began to lick the remnants of my cum off her sisters face and body. This erotic display made certain that my cock never softened.
Taking hold of Mavis by her blonde hair I pulled her to her feet. Her sister Sally Ann continued dancing. I kissed her with my tongue deep in her mouth. I pulled the string on her side tie mesh panties loosening one side. Catherine Jean took the hint as she leaned forward and pulled her sister’s panties off with her teeth.
I pushed Mavis toward a vacant living room couch. I positioned her lengthwise on her back with one foot up on the back cushion and the other on the floor. I knelt between her widespread legs. I began kissing her as I fingered her hairless cunt. Mavis was wet with her arousal. I positioned my cock at her center. I pushed into her exquisite tightness slowly. When our pubic bones met Mavis locked her ankles behind my butt. She put her ruby red lips next to my ear, whispering, “Fuck me, hard and fast.”
Okay, I can take a hint.
I began to fuck Mavis. I quit worrying about making love and just fucked into her as hard as I could. Her nipples were hard boring into my chest as I was lying on top of her. Her cunt spasmed around my invading cock pulling the cum out of me. I lay on top of her relishing the feel of her cheerleader body as her cunt continued to ripple around my cock. We were kissing softly with my fingers still tangled in her long blonde hair as we cooled through the after shocks.
Mavis giggled as my cock finally softened and fell out of her cunt. I rolled off Mavis until my back was against the couch’s back cushion. I continued caressing her lightly touching with just my fingertips all her skin that I could reach.
The couch cushions flexed as Janine joined us. She kissed me then Mavis as she trailed her lips down to Mavis’ sloppy cunt. Janine licked and sucked cleaning our combined juices from Mavis.
I untangled myself from my two lovelies as Janine continued her oral actions. I stood up but I did not get very far. Melissa, in her schoolgirl slut fantasy outfit of pleated red plaid micro-mini-jumper with criss-cross suspenders and sheer uniform button-up blouse, was quickly on her knees, cleaning my cock of Mavis’ and my combined spending.
Looking over at the grand piano and dance floor, I saw Sally Ann and Alana both dancing to ZZ Top’s Legs. I had never thought of ballet as particularly erotic. Watching Alana, the ex-ballerina move with Sally Ann, made me regret never buying those season tickets. That stripper-dancing pole was going up if I had to carry it aboard myself!
Melissa settled back on her heels, still lightly touching my half engorged cock. Janine had shifted around on the couch. Her ‘Daisy Dukes’ were off. Janine slipped the opposite end of her lilac colored double dildo into Mavis. They moved together until the dildo filled their cunts. They both quivered with what seemed to be constant orgasms as the dildo was fully seated in both of them. I gestured to Bridget. She was at my side as quickly as her short ankle chains would allow. I pointed to the small bit of lilac color between Janine and Mavis. “Help them out, Bridget. Don’t be afraid to use your tongue.”
Bridget quickly knelt next to the couch. She grasped the middle of the lilac double dildo, stroking it back and forth. Then she leaned forward, alternately licking Mavis and Janine where the dildo disappeared into their bodies.
Next to the couch, Akira in her schoolgirl slut outfit was kneeling behind Catherine Jean. Akira had released the other girl’s cuffs. Catherine Jean was on her hands and knees. Akira was bent over her back, with her strap-on buried in Catherine Jean’s cunt. Akira was holding Catherine Jean’s tits, pinching her nipples as she fucked into her from behind.
Ardelia was on her hand and knees with Betsy Rae underneath her. Betsy Rae’s head was between Ardelia’s knees. James was on his knees, with his hips pressed against Ardelia’s bubble butt. He was holding one of Ardelia’s tits while Betsy Rae had the other. James was slowly stroking into his wife while her sister licked their joining.
I stopped Melissa, as I lifted her to her feet I asked, “Did you see where Kenny went?”
“Out on the balcony, I think.”
I asked, “Would you please get me a large orange juice? I’m going to check on my guest.”
She nodded her assent. I kissed her and gave her a pat on the butt. I walked out on my balcony to find a naked Kenny leaning on the ship’s railing staring out at the harbor. I walked over and leaned next to him. “How’s it going, Kenny?”
He looked unhappy as he turned to me. “Ted, can I ask you a question? I need some advice. Dr. Helen told me that I could count on you to give me advice without making fun.”
I answered, “Certainly, Kenny. I’ll try my best to give you straight answers. I wouldn’t want to make a liar out of Dr. Helen.”
“It’s Vickie, our room steward.” Kenny just looked all embarrassed and hangdog.
I asked, “You’d like to get together with Vickie? “
He nodded. I continued, “You’re not sure she wants to get together with you? “
He nodded again. I said, “What if I could suggest a situation that put you and Vickie in your bedroom? Would you feel comfortable making a little pass then? Because I think Vickie would welcome your polite advance.”
Kenny nodded with a bit more enthusiasm. He said, “If you can do that, you’re a genius. I’d owe you forever. Don’t worry, I’d be very polite.”
By this time, Melissa was back with my orange juice. I dispatched her for Vickie. While we waited, I commented, “Not too polite, Kenny. She might well be wondering if you’re interested in her.”
Melissa and Vickie were back. I gave an admiring all over glance to Vickie’s daisy dukes and tiny tube top. I said, “Vickie, I hate to pull you away from the party, but Kenny needs your help.”
An immediately solicitous Vickie moved next to Kenny, putting her arm around his shoulders. I continued, “Kenny has hangers full of new clothes in his room. He is quite disturbed that he won’t be able to coordinate these outfits properly. Kenny knows he needs a woman’s touch, but would like to avoid having his mother and sisters pick his clothes for him.”
Vickie was instantly ready to help. She said, “Kenny, I’m complimented you would trust me to organize your clothes. I’ll be happy to help you in any way I can.”
Kenny said, “Thank you, Vickie.”
I said, “Why don’t you slip over to your suite using this balcony? No one will notice you’ve left the party.”
They both nodded emphatically. Grateful Kenny shook my hand enthusiastically. I doubt he noticed the equally grateful kiss I received from Vickie. Vickie took Kenny by the hand as they scampered down the balcony to Suite B.
Melissa handed me a large orange juice. As she sipped hers, she asked, “What was that all about?”
“Kenny wants to be with Vickie, and, unless I miss my guess, Vickie wants to be with Kenny. Uncle Ted just provided an excuse for the two of them to be in Kenny’s bedroom. Alone.”
Melissa giggled. “Kenny is going to get sooo lucky tonight. Vickie was telling me that she has had the ‘hots’ for him since he arrived on Sunrise.”
We walked back into my suite through the double sliding doors. Things were a bit calmer. James was sitting on a couch with Ardelia and Betsy Rae cuddled against him. Catherine Jean was sitting in an easy chair with Akira enfolded on her lap. Mavis, Janine, and Bridget were sprawled on their couch. Janine was naked and still had her lilac double dildo and nipple clamps. Alana and Sally Ann were sitting side by side on the piano bench.
I pulled Melissa into my arms and gave her a kiss. I asked, “Are you hungry, love?”
“A little.”
“I’m starved. Let’s check out the buffet.”
We walked over to a long table set up next to the suite’s kitchen. The table was covered with hot and cold entrees. At one end a cute little blonde in a tall chef’s hat was carving slices of prime rib off a gigantic roast.
This would be my first experience with a woman putting things ‘on’ my plate. Melissa my personal trainer moved through the buffet with me carefully placing a balanced healthy meal on my plate. She gently admonished me when I reached for the ‘wrong’ foods. The good news for our relationship was when she allowed two servings of rare roast prime rib to “keep up my strength.”
I sat down at my suite’s long dining room table. Melissa was across from me. I was between romance novelist Nancy and college professor Adrian. The table was filling up with other members of my ‘harem.’
I paused for a moment contemplating my current circumstances. Just a few days ago, my boss fired me. Today I’m sitting in a super deluxe suite of a luxury cruise ship surrounded by fuckable women. Who knew that George the asshole boss could do me such an outrageous favor?!
I quickly rejoined the lively conversation. The ladies sitting at the table were bright, well read and articulate. I enjoyed hearing them discuss current events as much as looking at them. Their brains added a welcome dimension to our relationship. In my limited experience intelligent women were superior bed partners. I was looking forward to large scale testing to confirm my theory.
I started to eat my ‘Melissa approved’ meal. I must have been famished. I think I took the plate pattern off with the food! Finally satiated, I sat back with an espresso that Amanda served.
I couldn’t resist playing. My left hand slid over to Nancy’s leg just at the skin visible between her nude thigh high stockings and the hem of her little black dress. Without giving any indication that she even noticed Nancy reached down and pulled up the hem of her dress to give my unfettered access.
I reached with my right hand across the back of Adrian’s chair touching her sun streaked blonde hair. Adrian gave no sign that she was even aware of me yet shifted over in her seat and inclined her head making her hair very easily reached.
While I continued to play, Amanda refilled my espresso as she asked, “Would you like some dessert?”
Nancy reached down between her legs where my fingers cupped her sex. She lightly caressed the back of my hand. “Yes, Ted, what about dessert?”
Adrian shook her head with a rich throaty laugh. I was suddenly aware of lightly stroking hands on each thigh. I said, “I’d really like some ice cream with chocolate sauce, Amanda but I’m betting it’s not on the Melissa approved list.”
Melissa perked up at her name and said, “Sorbet and some fresh fruit, Ted. Perhaps later, we can find some non fattening things to smear with chocolate sauce.”
That statement, with the warm fingers wrapped around my dick, had me fully hard. I was in no hurry. It was beginning to sink in that I could relax and savor the experience.
This table filled with beautiful desirable women in a room filled with lovely passionate sought-after women were all truly here for me Theodore “call me Ted” Johnson. Un-FUCKING believable as it may be!
Amanda brought three kinds of sorbet: peach, raspberry, and lime. On a second plate strawberries, raspberries, blackberries and other mixed fruit were arrayed.
Adrian commandeered the plate. She began spoon-feeding me diminutive portions of sorbet, followed by tiny pieces of fruit. Nancy allowed me sips of espresso. Nancy made a great show as she carefully wiped my lips between bites. The feeding became drawn‑out erotic threesome foreplay.
My hands continued playing. For their part, who ever was not busy with my ‘feeding’ was stroking my cock. My cock was dribbling pre-cum. Nancy and Adrian put on a show, licking their fingers after they were busy on my cock. My hips flexed up off my chair into the masturbating fingers. The blonde head on my right disappeared below the edge of the table. Adrian’s wet lips surrounded my cock. I clutched at her blonde mane with both hands as she sucked me. I was there in an instant, spewing into her mouth.
Adrian had both hands on my right thigh. She pushed up until her face was level with mine, and gestured to Nancy, who leaned forward. Adrian kissed Nancy, who immediately opened her mouth. Adrian pulled back fractionally, so that I could watch her cum laden tongue pass Nancy’s lips. Nancy made another erotic show, sucking Adrian’s tongue. They continued trading my cum, inches from my face.
I kissed them each in turn. Adrian shifted her chair slightly putting her head on my right shoulder. Nancy shifted her chair putting her head on my left. I put my arms around both of them. Warm fingers continued caressing my hard cock.
Two arms came over my shoulders. Hands with long bright pink nails rubbed my chest. While the left hand lightly scratched my chest with those long pink nails the right pinched and pulled at my right nipple.
Hot breath in my left ear then a wet sensation as a tongue licked me. Sally Ann’s breathless voice asked, “Ted, you have a hot tub in your suite?”
I tipped my head back, making eye contact upside down as I answered, “Three tubs.”
Adrian’s head snapped up. “Three?”
“A nice big oval tub with jets in the bathroom next to my over sized shower. In the bedroom I have a huge round tub with massager jets next to the bed with a view toward the bow. Between this main room and the bedroom is a gigantic spa. That spa is on a raised platform so the rail doesn’t block the view when you’re seated in the warm water.”
Sally Ann said, “We don’t have a spa in our suite.”
Adrian said, “I don’t, either.”
Nancy agreed. “Me, neither.”
I said, “There is a big spa set up on the roof above us that is accessible with the spiral stairs in your suite.”
Nobody seemed interested in that rooftop spa. I said, “Anytime you want to use any of my tubs, feel free. Don’t even bother to ask.”
This offer was met with enthusiastic kisses from all three. My head was turned back and forth as they delivered them.
I added, “Just remember, there are no suits allowed in any of my tubs.”
The three beauties giggled at that. Adrian said, “Seems reasonable.” Nancy and Sally Ann nodded.
I leaned back a little further. “First sunny day after we’re underway, we’ll have a party up on the roof next to the shared spa.”
Nancy said, “That’s an excellent idea. You set it up, Ted you’re so good with parties.”
More weirdness. When I was at home I was absolutely hopeless when it came to parties. Suddenly I’m the party expert!
Sally Ann was a delightful interruption to my musing. “Are you done eating, Ted? Dad Dee would like to talk to you if you are free.”
I asked, “What about you, my Sally Angel, have you eaten?”
There were giggles at my double entendre then Sally shook her head. I said, “You and Alana need food, right now.”
I gestured to Melissa and Amanda as I said:
‘Would you both please help Sally Ann and Alana with their meal.”
I stood up. I kissed Sally Ann then with great resolve I let go. I pushed her toward the buffet where Melissa was waiting to take her under her wing. It was another struggle to let go of Sally Ann’s tight teen butt.
I turned back to Nancy and Adrian as I asked, “Would you loves please do me a big favor? Could you two please circulate through the suite getting anyone who hasn’t eaten up to the buffet? At least get them on their feet and hydrated. Thanx.”
Nancy and Adrian both nodded smiling. Nancy said, “Anything for our master.”
Adrian agreed. “Yes, master.”
I don’t think my dick could get any harder. With Alana no longer playing the piano we were back to the suite’s music collection. Earl Hooker’s I’m Your Main Man was playing softly.
I sauntered over to the couch where James, his wife Ardelia, and her sister Betsy Rae were cuddling. The sisters were still wearing their unbelted wide-open kimonos. As soon as they saw my approach. Ardelia shifted over making a space for me on the couch next to her husband.
I sat down between James and Ardelia; she immediately tucked herself under my right arm. She stroked my cock, mimicking her sister’s actions with James. James quickly thanked me for interrupting my party to talk to him. Then he asked me to call him ‘JR’, which is what his friends call him. I said:
“I’m complimented that you would consider me your friend, JR. The feeling is mutual. I’m looking forward to this cruise with you and your family.”
James gave me a relieved smile as he said, “Ted, I feel compelled to explain some things to you. I started out farming near Hyacinth, Kentucky. I began trading in commodities as a defensive measure to smooth out the peaks and valleys of crop prices. Suddenly I discovered that I was very, very good at ‘trading.’ I reinvested the profits in my homestead. We now have over 2500 acres under the plow on Arkwright Farm.”
I said, “Hardly a simple farmer, JR. That’s almost four square miles.”
James chuckled. “Ted, you were willing to leave your party to lend a hand before you knew anything about my circumstances. You just knew I needed your help.”
I just shrugged at the compliment. James continued, “The land and money has allowed us to insulate ourselves from our neighbors. As a consequence of our privacy we are able to pursue our preferred but unorthodox life style.”
I said, “This is your business and none of mine, JR.”
James shook his head as he said, “I feel we should confide in you, Ted. We are a loving family within any conceivable meanings of those words. I am equally married to Ardelia and Betsy Rae in all ways but legally. Kenny, Mavis, Catherine Jean, and Sally Ann share in our love in every possible manner and love each other without restraint.”
I nodded. That cleared up any questions for me. James continued, “Ted, I want you to share our family’s love. Kenny and I will certainly be enjoying all the pleasures this cruise offers. I want you comfortable enjoying the Arkwright women in the very same way.”
I was nonplussed as I replied, “JR, I’m not sure of everything I just heard but I want you and the entire family to know that my suite is your ‘home away from home.’ Feel free to use the spa, come to parties, or just hang out.”
James smiled nodding happily as he said, “I just knew you’d understand. I knew we could count on your supportive attitude. Kenny and I will not ‘poach’ on you Ted. We will gather our own women. I promise we will share our bounty with you as a reward for your unselfishness. Kenny told me that we would host a party using the big spa upstairs. You have a standing invitation to any party or family gathering. We want you to feel totally comfortable in our suite.”
James shifted around to make full eye contact with me as he continued, “Our women are used to Kenny’s and my forceful presence. I would be unhappy if they felt neglected during this wonderful cruise. Ted I hope you can be that strong male demeanor our Arkwright women find so necessary.”
James ‘JR’ emphasized his final words reaching over with his right hand on the back of Ardelia’s head pushing her face down into my crotch. She was holding my cock upright as her open mouth surrounded it. He released Ardelia’s head as he picked up my arm and positioned my hand on the back of her motionless head. JR then repeated his actions with Betsy Rae pushing her face down into his crotch with his hand firmly on the back of her head.
The two sisters shifted until they were kneeling on the couch, with their mouths still around our cocks. James began a rhythmic stroking, face fucking Betsy Rae into his cock. I followed suit with Ardelia, who shifted until my cock slipped into her throat. She was unresisting as I throat fucked her with my hands tangled in her long blonde hair.
I was deep in her throat when my balls drew up and my cock thickened. I held her face solidly against my belly, with my right hand on the back of her head, as my cock spewed deep in her throat. I reached with my left hand, and pinched her nose closed between my thumb and forefinger. The swallowing and clenching sensations of her throat as she gagged and choked, trying to catch her breath, was pulling even more cum out of me.
I let go suddenly. Ardelia sat up quickly, coughing and trying to get her breath back. After she caught her breath, Ardelia shrugged out of her kimono, using it to clean my cock and balls of the evidence of her gagging episode.
Ardelia leaned on my shoulder as she whispered, “That was wild. I came right in the middle of suffocating.”
I was soft as I hugged naked, submissive Ardelia to me. I settled back on the couch with a feeling of lassitude. Her warm hand was cupped around my balls as my eyes closed.
My eyes opened to a suite bathed in the pink light of dawn breaking over the skyline of New York, beaming through the two story windows that formed the outboard wall.
I was still lying on the same couch, but stretched out on my side with my back against its back cushion. James, Ardelia and Betsy Rae were gone. I glanced down to see blonde hair tucked under my chin.
I am normally not a morning person, but I defy you to remain in a bad mood, waking up with your cock pressed against Sally Ann’s hard body. Her arms and legs were firmly wrapped around me. Someone had covered us with a light blanket and tucked a small pillow under my head.
Sally Ann gently shifted until her head joined mine on my pillow with her facing me. Her hand was stroking my cock holding it against her taut six-pack. With out any words, Sally Ann began softly kissing me into wakefulness.
With Sally Ann’s naked body in full contact with mine, it was an effort of will to sit up. Sally Ann reacted by straddling my lap, with her hands around my neck. Her lips never lost contact!
Sally Ann sat back smiling as I peered around the suite from my couch. It was quiet in the soft light with no discernable movement. A naked or partially clad sleeping woman seemed to occupy every available flat surface.
I gently shifted Sally Ann off my lap and stood up. She was quickly on her feet, next to me. Sally Ann and I walked hand and hand into my suite’s main bathroom. I moved to the toilet. Sally Ann giggled as she reached around from the back to grasp my cock. She aimed it into the bowl. She delighted in swirling the stream around the bowl. When I was done she said, “Catherine Jean will be disappointed that you wasted this. She wants you to tie her up and pee on her.”
“I’d better drink plenty of water, I have a couple women who are looking for that service.”
Sally Ann smiled as she turned toward the shower. She was bent over at the waist as she looked back through her long blonde hair to say, “Plenty of vitamins too. You still owe me a butt fucking.”
The shower was full on and the big tub was filling with hot water. Sally Ann pulled me into the shower. She began soaping me. She was giggling as she spread the soap using her tits for the sponge.
We were squirting soap on each other spreading it using our fingers and bodies. We were intent in our amusement when naked Amanda, my suite’s steward, joined us under the running water.
Now I had the contrast of her dark hair with Sally Ann’s blonde, as they played with me in the shower spray. Amanda pronounced me clean and Sally Ann concurred. They each took a hand as they pulled me from the shower, placing me in the nearly full tub of hot water. Amanda engaged the massager jets as soon as I was seated.
Amanda and Sally Ann kissed me before leaving the bathroom with their hair wrapped in towels. Their only covering was that towel on their heads. I leaned back on the cushioned headrest of the tub relaxing in the swirling water. My eyes didn’t open until I felt soft lips on mine.
Sunrise masseuse Terri was leaning over the tub, kissing me. When her lips were free she said, “We’re going to start your day with an energizing massage. Stand up.”
She shut off the jets and began draining the tub. Several warm fluffy towels later, I was dry. Terri led me through the suite to the room with her massage table. By now, nude, distracting women were wandering the suite.
Terri had me quickly up on her heated massage table, spreading energizing oils and rubbing them into my skin with her warm rocks. My cock and I were fully ‘awake’ by the time Terri wrapped me in the warm, oil-soaked sheet. Once again after she removed the sheet Terri spread the last oil treatment on me using her torso. It was erotic twice -- first watching her spread the thick oil on herself, then when she was laying on me sliding her slickened body on mine.
With the teasing in the shower, I was aroused before she started. My hard cock gliding across her oil slicked skin was soon spewing adding my cum to our oil laden skin. Terri said, “You like my massage?”
I pulled her close as I replied, “You turn me on like crazy when you lay on me.”
She was laughing happily as she wiped me down with towels damp with oils, followed by warm, dry towels. Amanda stuck her head into the room to remind me about my meeting with Captain Dale, and to ask if I wanted breakfast.
I had a question. “Would it be a problem to make breakfast for everybody who stayed over in the suite?”
Amanda replied, “Donna, Bridget, and I have already started.”
I said, “I’ll just have whatever you guys are having.”
I walked through the suite to my master bedroom. Newly awakened women wandered the suite. Some were in robes, some wrapped in towels, some merely carrying towels!
Entering my bedroom I saw today’s outfit next to the bed. Khaki slacks, polo shirt with Sunrise logo and Sperry Topsiders. I skipped the underwear. My desk already held my morning’s dosage of medicines, along with glasses and a carafe of orange juice.
I walked back into the main room of my suite, to the sound of Sonny Rhodes’ If The Blues Fits, Wear It from the entertainment center. Mavis and Catherine Jean were standing by the master bedroom entry. Catherine Jean had a Sunrise towel wrapped around her waist. Mavis was wearing white French cut panties. I kissed Catherine Jean, taking a minute to play with her lovely bare breasts. As I turned to Mavis I noticed tiny print on the front of her panties. I went down on one knee to get a ‘better’ look. “If you can read this. Its your lucky day” was printed right over her very obvious ‘camel toe.’ I leaned forward kissing her right on the ‘lucky.’ Mavis was giggling as she helped me to my feet.
I said, “I don’t usually like undies, but I love yours.”
I was enmeshed in a three-way hug, with much kissing and caressing. I stopped long enough to look toward my dining room table. Adrian was beckoning, holding a coffee cup toward me.
Adrian was dressed in a sheer stretch Lycra mesh black cheongsam, with a keyhole shoulder, hip high side slits and embroidered sequin detailed shoulder. The very tall transparent plastic high heels with the extra tall heels matching the built up soles were her only other clothing. The transparent mesh molded to her superb body, with no undergarments to ‘ruin’ the view.
Nancy, the other suite occupant from this deck, was standing next to Adrian, wearing only her short sheer lace robe with lace ruffle trim and spaghetti tie belt. The robe hem was just slightly below her tight butt. She still had the thigh-high nude stay-up stockings, with black seams and black sling back pumps with five-inch stiletto heels, from last night.
After my greeting kisses, I caressed Adrian, testing the feel of the mesh on her exquisite body. Then I reached into Nancy’s robe, playing until it was time for breakfast.
The long table was set for breakfast, with plates of toast, croissants and English muffins served with butter, honey, and several jams. The meal was served family style, with the table covered with bowls filled to overflowing. Scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sausages, and bacon were arrayed in front of us.
Melissa told me to “Eat a hearty breakfast, Ted; you have a big day in front of you.”
With that permission, I ate until I was slightly past full! While I was sipping my coffee, I made sure that our cooks were complimented for their excellent efforts. I led a round of applause that the ladies around the big table enthusiastically joined.
I was again entranced by the flow of conversation around the table. I was well pleased by the lack of pettiness or jealousy among these women. Everyone seemed to be accepting the current situation. This air of normalcy was the oddest part of the whole experience. Well, that and the lack of inhibitions about nudity!
It was fairly easy to pick out the Sunrise crew who would accompany me to see the captain. They were at least partially dressed in a semblance of uniform. I was pleased that micro-mini uniform skirts had replaced shorts for most.
In the midst of this musing Donna stepped out of the kitchen to announce, “Captain Dale requests our presence in five minutes. “
I stood up as Adrian, Nancy, and naked Sally Ann kissed me goodbye. You would think I was going off to battle and not just up one deck to a short meeting. Now I had a strong incentive to return quickly.
I joined Donna at the suite’s doorway. My door was wedged wide open for the convenience of my ladies. We walked out to the foyer, with Donna leading us behind her desk through the door marked ‘Staff Only’ to the most direct route to the bridge.
Captain Dale Buckley welcomed us to his bridge as he directed Rhiannon, his luscious blonde steward, to take us up to his private dining room above the bridge. This room with picture windows on all sides was the highest point on Sunrise. The view even without Rhiannon was breathtaking.
We were seated at his large octagon table with coffee and juice. Rhiannon served croissants with jams as well as plates of fruit. In the center of the table was a platter displaying many varieties of exotic tropical fruits. Captain Dale joined us when Rhiannon informed him that the crew he requested was in attendance and had been served. Bridget, Donna, Cynthia, Nikki, Dr. Helen, and Akira were attentively waiting.
Captain Dale welcomed us, and quickly introduced a newcomer. Clarice was the administrator of all the computers and information systems on Sunrise. She was a large breasted honey blonde but she gave herself away as soon as she opened her mouth. “Ted, I’m so happy to meet you. I want you to look over the Sunrise system. We have top of the line blade servers and of course we’re running NIX. The firewall is…”
That was all Clarice was able to say because Captain Dale had his hand over her mouth. He said, “Thank you Clarice. I’m sure Ted is fascinated. You can finish after. In the near term I want Ted installed with maximum administrative rights on all the systems with highest access and authority.”
Clarice looked surprised but she nodded. Dale continued, “To begin the meeting I give you three names with dates. Achillo Lauro, 1985; USS Cole, October, 2000; Shell Eastern Princess, June.”
He looked around the table at the suddenly sober faces and continued, “Ted, I’m not sure if you’re familiar with cruises or cruise culture. A cruise ship is a city in microcosm. I’ll give you an example: Dr. Helen is not Sunrise’s sole doctor. She is supervising physician for our clinic, with nurses besides Grace, additional doctors and even EMTs.”
He looked around and continued, “Same with your favorite driver Cynthia, who is manager of our transportation department. On this cruise we have an extensive spa with guest expectations for many personal trainers, masseuses, hairdressers and manicurists. The reason I am explaining this is because something unsettling has transpired. Our guests, and part of Sunrise’s crew, have been diverted to Atlanta and New Orleans.”
There was a sudden rising babble of voices. The shock and surprise from his statement was total. Captain Dale quickly interposed, “You were also intended for diversion, Ted, but you arrived too quickly!”
Captain Buckley looked calmly at his crew, making eye contact around the table as he continued, “You’d expect that would be no problem, as Sunrise leaves New York for Savannah to pick up our Atlanta passengers. Not this time. Our next port of call is the city of Victoria on Mahe Island, part of the Seychelles island chain in the Indian Ocean. Then to Mireille, a private tropical coral island in the same chain for nude sunbathing, swimming, and snorkeling.”
Captain Dale again sat, quietly making eye contact, before he continued, “You are all here to become a new clandestine committee for the protection of Sunrise, its passengers, and crew. I am appointing Ted chairman and leader of this team. There will be NO record of this group or Ted’s appointment on Sunrise. I will leave authorizing paperwork ashore.”
He again sat back to let the voices die down. I said, “You didn’t ask if I wanted this new, secret job?”
Dale laughed as he replied, “Nope, I’m going to keep bribing you until you’re embarrassed not to take on the responsibility. Right now workers are in your suite opening a stairway to the suite on the deck directly below.”
I was surprised and probably looked it. Dale said, “Our ‘Ultra’ suites have controlled access to another suite. We are opening this access stairs for you. You now have two suites, an upper and lower, at your disposal. While the workers are in your suite do you have any modifications we can provide?”
Yes, indeed there was. I asked for my stripper and trapeze pole. Dale laughed and made a note. I asked, “Okay, Captain. Tell us what you’re thinking.”
Dale replied, “First is a fun task. Through out the cruise Hedonist has hired top name five star talent to entertain us. They will be flown to the closest on shore airport by a Hedonist private jet where we pick them up and bring them aboard. They stay with us for a few days entertaining, as well as enjoying Sunrise’s unique ambience. Then we put them back aboard the jet at the next airport. I want you to be their reception committee. The airports we will be using are not secure. You will be protecting this world class talent.”
I asked, “Don’t they have their own bodyguards and entourages?”
Dale smiled as he replied, “Usually, but these ‘side’ trips are a secret. The international star gets major money for a couple days work, spending the rest of her stay in tropical luxury, enjoying a wicked lifestyle far from prying eyes of the tabloids and paparazzi. You will just have to imagine the gratitude you would be shown as her shield. The stop in Victoria is to pick up Ms. Big Time Star at the Seychelles international airport before we anchor at Mireille.”
Okay -- I was intrigued, and a little turned on. Who wouldn’t want to fuck a celebrity? I asked, “How would it work?”
Dale always had the answer. ‘You’re the muscle. I have plenty of firearms aboard which you can access after we leave port. For the pickup, either Nikki lands the ‘copter or Cynthia brings the Denali that has been modified by O’Gara-Hess & Eisenhardt to be bullet and bombproof.”
I asked, “Just this once?”
Dale replied, “Hedonist has big stars coming and going almost non-stop after we leave New Orleans. You will be their point of contact. Their luxury suites are right next door to your new added suite one deck down.”
He smirked. Dale had me and he knew it.
I had more questions. “That seems straightforward. What else?”
Dale explained his opening statement. “In 1985 terrorists commandeered the Achille Lauro, a cruise ship. This incident terrifies every thinking cruise ship captain. In October of 2000 a small boat filled with explosives nearly sank the American warship USS Cole. That amount of explosive would breach the hull and break Sunrise’s back, sinking us immediately, with no chance of launching lifeboats. In June of this year, the super tanker Shell Eastern Princess sailing from Valdez, Alaska to Japan, was boarded in mid Pacific by terrorists launched from a small freighter. Their intention was to enter Tokyo harbor and simultaneously blow out every storage tank on this massive super tanker. Only a mid ocean strike by several teams of US Navy Seals prevented an environmental and energy catastrophe.”
I said, “I’m only familiar with two out of three of those incidents Captain.”
Dale replied, “Yes, the Super Tanker attack was suppressed. Any hint of the vulnerability would have American gasoline costing five bucks a gallon. I’m only in the loop because of my contacts in the North Sea ‘Oil Patch.’”
The room was silent as we all digested the information the Captain shared. He continued,
“This cruise ship, with many passengers and crew being women, placed far out of the protection of the navy and coast guard, is worrisome. Now, the diversions making this a skeleton crew with mainly the expensive suites occupied by wealthy passengers filled. The Indian Ocean side trip seems to be placing my ship in harms way. You might even consider how we came to have only women passengers.”
I asked, “What do your bosses at Hedonist say?”
He answered, “They are calling this an extended shakedown with the real voyage starting in New Orleans. Anything before the Big Easy is considered a ‘Bonus Cruise’ for our paying customers. They promise somewhat better gender balance after New Orleans.”
I said, “You’ve obviously been giving this thought. Will we have tools to protect the ship?”
Dale snickered. “The bean counters have no idea what can be done during a luxury ship renovation, when the ship yard is cooperative. For instance Nikki has additional Bell 430 choppers. One is a bright orange rescue model. The other is a full-blown, armed and armored gunship. She also has a “Sea Wolf” armed patrol seaplane, a mate to her civilian amphibian. The same with the Zodiac boats, Sunrise has civilian models to take us ashore at places like Mireille as well as armed military models to protect us at anchorage and at sea. The zodiacs are in a sea level hold with access to the ocean through a large door.”
The silence was again total as I sat with my mouth open. Dale continued, “The lowest levels of the ship have been modified. One of the interstitial spaces next to the hull is now a one hundred meter shooting range. Others are lockers holding guns and ammunition. I will provide only Ted with the information.”
Bridget Sunrise’s second officer had a question. “Captain, how do you want chain of command to be handled?”
Captain Dale looked around the table and asked, “Are you all willing to work with Ted on this task?”
I was heartened by the emphatic nods and words of assent from all present. Dale continued, “Bridget, you are the link to Ted. For the balance of this cruise Ted outranks everybody but me. Bridget will carry his orders to those outside this meeting. I expect quick and enthusiastic obedience from all of you to any of Ted’s requests. I will trust his discretion to act wisely with this authority. “
The Captain had one more surprise for me as he asked, “Ted, is there any person or persons you would like to invite along on this cruise? I have some ability to bring people aboard who are not paying passengers. Do you have a wish list?”
I was shocked again but I recovered. I wrote names on my legal pad and slid it over to him. He smiled as he tore off the sheet. He asked, “Anything you can think of that would help you in this important job you have accepted?”
I smiled -- he was right; I had accepted it. I said, “Yes. One thing that was impressed on me at Gunsite during my training was that single bodyguards are very vulnerable. I need some help besides these lovely ladies. Can you please perform a verbal canvass of the crew? Any with past military who were expert with the service rifle could be assigned to my suite as stewards. I also want anybody with helicopter gun ship background. Does that seem doable?”
Captain Dale replied, “Excellent idea. I will see to it at once. If there is nothing else, I suggest you take a look at our land, sea and air assets. Then you may want to start some form of training. All at your discretion, but do see me if there is ANY impediment to your wishes.”
With that, we were dismissed with a huge information load to absorb. Bridget led us off the bridge. Clarice was sticking close to me. Nikki offered, “Let’s check aircraft first. My hangers are only a couple decks down from here.”
We were standing in Nikki’s domain at the stern of Sunrise. The upper decks had been cut away to provide an open landing area for her helicopter. Next was a large overhang providing ventilated protection from sun and rain as she prepared to fly with closed hanger space further in. A powered horizontal curtain closed off the overhang opening from the landing ‘bull’s-eye’ on the open deck.
The helicopter and amphibian were in the hanger. The helicopter was sitting on a wheeled carriage that would be moved to the LZ when it was time for take-off. The plane had permanent lifting eyes on the wings allowing the hydro crane on the edge of deck to place it on the surface of the water ready for taxi and take-off
Nikki pointed to a ‘plane-sized’ closed metal sliding door. “I can’t get that one open.”
I walked over next to the card reader. The card reader buzzed loudly as the light shifted from red to green. I pushed a small button. The door quietly slid open. We all stared silently into another hanger even larger than the one we were standing in.