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
The first thing I noticed was the airplane. It was a Sea Wolf. The military clone of Nikki’s Lake amphib modified for deep ocean takeoff and landing. The nose held an imposing FLIR system. Aircraft in this hangar all seemed to have impressive FLIR capability.
My eyes were drawn to the Sea Wolf hard points and external tanks. On one side was a GAU 19 A, the fifty caliber three-barrel Gatling gun. On the other wing a rocket dispenser with 19 - 2.75 inch rockets.
Behind the plane was a bright orange Bell 430 rescue model helicopter with the door hoist and emergency float system.
To the right were two Bell 407-helicopter gun ships. These had been converted to mimic OH-58D Kiowa Warrior and were on landing skids to accommodate the added hardware.
Conversion was the scout model with the ‘mushroom’ sensor array above the rotor. The first was armed with a pilot side 2.75 rocket dispenser while the copilot had a forward facing 7.62 mini-gun to aim. The second had Hellfire missiles and a forward facing 50 Cal - XM296 machine gun.
Squatting behind that a UH-1 ‘Huey Slick”, a Huey II conversion in gunship configuration of 2.75 rocket dispenser, 7.62 mini-gun and two-door gunners with 7.62 M-240s.
Against the far wall were two AH-1S Cobra attack helicopters, the ‘razor thin’ gunship with the gunner in the front seat. Both had three barreled twenty-millimeter cannon under the chin and racks on each side for a rocket load.
After all that the ‘shock’ was at the back of the hangar! A black unmarked UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter was sitting quietly. It was dressed up for its gunship role and looked the epitome of lethality. I was somehow unsurprised that Captain Dale had managed to acquire Hydra 70, Hellfire anti-tank, and Penguin anti-ship missiles. He seemed endlessly inventive in defense of his ship.
The ladies were quietly circulating the hangar. Nikki was soon standing next to me as I leaned over the 7.62 M134 mini-gun peering in the open cargo door of the Black Hawk. She said, “He wasn’t exaggerating.”
I answered, “No, which makes the threat he talked about seem more likely. Does that scare you?”
Nikki had a quick smile for me. “Yes, a little. More importantly, I trust you to get us through safely.”
I pointed at the Black Hawk gunship in front of us as I asked, “Looking forward to flying this?”
Now I got a big smile. “Yes, I never thought I’d ever have the chance. Now that you’re my boss, I guess there’s no question I’m teaching you to fly.”
I nodded. My ‘team’ was soon finished with their explorations. They were back in the center of the hangar. Bridget asked if I had instructions. I answered, ”Let’s continue exploring. Then we’ll sit down together and discuss next steps.”
Cynthia asked, “Cars or boats next, Ted?”
I answered, “Cars. First, is everybody still comfortable with this task and my role in it?”
Doctor Helen Harvey answered quickly, “We discussed this very thing during our explorations in here. I was nominated to deliver the message. Captain Dale’s speech and this ‘stuff’ has us scared shitless. We can’t think of anyone we’d rather follow than you.”
With that, Helen gave me a big hug and kiss, followed by a hug and kiss from every person present. Cynthia led us out of the hangar. We closed it up and headed for the vehicle storage.
Another impressively large open space held several vehicles. I saw her ‘favorite’ stretch limo with the armored Denali SUV behind it. A H1 Humvee was just to the left with a sixteen-passenger stretch Hummer behind. Four open Jeep Wranglers with fat sand tires were parked in a row against the bulkhead. There was an eclectic collection of ATVs and six wheeled Gators next to the large roll up door in the side of the hull. A rear corner held thirty-passenger executive shuttle buses and stretch Hummers.
Cynthia explained, “If we are at a dock, this door is the proper height for a short ramp. The ship has a power extendable ramp plus we use the ship’s crane to pick up vehicles. Sunrise has one LCM-8 landing craft to carry vehicles and equipment to undeveloped beaches. The LCM is seventy-five feet long.”
There was another large metal sliding door. I walked up and again the buzzing sound accompanied the access authorization. I pressed the small button. The door opened quietly, to reveal six HMMWV. That would be the ‘real’ Army issue vehicle. They were armored armament carriers. Two had M-Deuce 50 caliber machine guns, with two more having forty millimeter machine guns.
Next were six wheeled oddities, Land Rover ‘Perentie’ made in Australia. The three in the hold were the Long-Range Patrol models, with two medium machine guns and a light motorcycle on the back bumper.
It is a measure of our current thinking that we took this extremely weird situation completely in stride with the ladies again calmly checking out the ‘restricted’ area.
Cynthia walked up next to me. I asked, ‘What do you think of your new rides?”
Cynthia smirked as she answered, “Interesting. You’re going to be busy. Every one of your ladies has picked out the one she wants to ‘break in’ with you.”
I laughed and then I asked, “What about you, Cyn my love?”
There was no hesitation as she quickly answered, “The stretch!”
We were both laughing when the rest of the ladies returned. I asked if everyone had a chance to look around. Bridget answered, “For now, I guess. I for one don’t understand what ‘this’ has to do with protecting the ship.”
I answered, “I’m not exactly sure either but I think he wanted to protect the crew and passengers on the ground just as well at sea.”
That made as much sense as anything at that point. I said, “With that thought, I don’t see any motorcycles. Cynthia, please ask the captain to order some Harleys and Buells. A few Ultra Classic Electra Glides with sidecars would also be useful. The motorcycles will be our cavalry and scouts!”
Cynthia said, “I’ll take care of it. Well deck is next on the tour.”
We again locked up the restricted hangar as we followed Cynthia through the corridors and down to the well deck.
The well deck was opposite side of Sunrise from the dockside garage. The corridor and doorways were clearly designed as public space. They opened on a wide dock, extending into another large hangar. There were several twenty-two foot Zodiac Eclipse Super Tenders lined up. These each had a pair of 300 HP jet inboard/outboards with room for 20 to 22 passengers.
Next were the thirty-three foot Zodiac 1010, each powered by two 420 HP jet I/O, with room for 30 passengers. Two more of the 1010 models were bright orange rescue models with side opening diver door. Next was a pair of twenty-nine foot Proluxe 870 diesel jet Super Yacht tenders. On the end was a twenty-four foot Zodiac model H733 ‘Over The Horizon High Speed Interceptor’ diesel jet boat.
Across the well deck, on an extra wide dock, were inflatable rafts and kayaks, including: an Aire Leopard Cataraft, a Super Duper Puma Raft, a Sea Tiger Kayak; both Innova K2 and Orinoco Kayaks, a Hyside Livery 163 LF Raft, a Hyside Outfitter Pro 240 ASDO raft; a Sea Eagle 330 Kayak, and a Sea Eagle 16.6 SR sport runabout. Next was a selection of Jet Ski and personal watercraft. Towable tubes and flotation devices like the Rave Sea Sled were stacked up here as well. A rack fastened to the bulkhead held a selection of a range of different size outboard motors, suitable for even the smallest raft, all converted to jet drive with Woodbridge pump lower units.
I walked around the opposite perimeter dock to another steel sliding door. Again the door mechanism recognized me. The door slid open and we saw the first Zodiac war boat. A thirty foot model 920 powered by three 300 HP inboard/outboards. The boat had a center console, radar mast, diver door and a forward mounted fifty-caliber heavy machine gun. Model 240D 7.62 caliber medium machine guns were pintle mounted on each side of the central pedestal.
Docked on either side were more Zodiacs including a thirty foot model 920, with a cabin powered by two 300 HP jet inboard/outboards. More 1010 thirty-three foot models, even one with a tow launcher mounted at the stern were further in the dockage.
Donna and Akira quickly joined me in surveying the newly revealed boats. I walked back to where Cynthia, Nikki and Bridget were chatting on the central walkway dock. I asked, “So, how does this dock work?”
Bridget was ready with answers. “Those two guillotine doors on either side of this central dock open to the sea. The doors extend below the water level. They are gasketed and have tensioning bolts for sealing against heavy weather. When we are ready to launch boats, we slowly flood this area with seawater. The captain can adjust ballast as necessary to compensate. We then open either one or both doors.”
I asked, “Can we launch underway?”
Bridget laughed as she answered, “I knew that was coming. The builders told us that the system was designed for use while underway. That assumes ‘reasonable’ weather. The flooded area is small in comparison to our hull. Under these docks are ample sized drains and pumps to take away any excess water. The captain had expressed a wish to be able to use this system while underway long before we had our meeting today.”
I asked, “Does Sunrise have other small craft?”
Bridget quickly answered, “Besides the lifeboats? The standard lifeboats on Sunrise are all in combination with powered tenders. They are about forty feet long, holding 150 people as a lifeboat, with 100 in its tender role. Lifeboats are stored fully inside the hull using gravity davits, which allow electric hoisting up and down with a ‘drop launch’ in an emergency. We also have a number of ‘free-fall vertical drop’ lifeboats, each holding 70 people.”
She looked around. Something about the topic of lifeboats and rafts was riveting for ocean going passengers who had seen the movie Titanic. Bridget continued her lecture to a rapt audience. “In addition, to those Sunrise have 50 person capacity ‘throw overboard’ self-righting life rafts. You see these packed in barrels scattered along the rails. We have an equal number of the same raft designed for ‘davit launching.’ These hoists hold the raft while the people load at the rail. Port and starboard amidships are deployable closed evacuation chutes, similar to those in airliners. Chutes end on inflated docks, with 100 person rafts moored to them. These would allow passengers a quick exit loading into the rafts at sea level, with ‘dry feet.’”
We were still nodding mutely as she wrapped up. “The ship also has a number of inflatable ‘Means of Rescue’ rafts. These MOR are stowed in barrels by the life raft davit hoists. MOR provides a safe method to transfer people from water surface to deck. Not to mention Sunrise’s life jackets, immersion suits, ring buoys, inflatable vests, Personal Floatation Devices, and man overboard equipment.”
A patter of applause greeted Bridget when she ran down. She blushed. I thanked her for a complete briefing. I had a puzzling question. “That seems like significant over-capacity? Did I miss something?’
Bridget nodded with just the cutest frown as she concurred. “We far exceed any regulation. With Sunrise at full capacity for passengers and crew we would have many empty seats on all the dual tender/lifeboats even if we loaded them as tenders. In addition, we have a seat for every person on a davit load raft, with a second seat on a throw raft. Not even counting chute system, or free fall boats.”
I looked around as I said a bit sardonically, “Just our boy, Dale, ready for trouble. Other craft stowed on Sunrise?”
Cynthia said, “Two more Super Tenders are on gravity davits near the stern. They can be loaded and hoisted down, then retrieved when loaded. The LCM-8 is gravity stowed near them.”
Nikki chimed in, “There are half dozen of the Zodiac 1010 models under canvas at the very stern of my landing deck. They are set up with lift eyes and slings to be dumped over the side by the same crane I use for my airplane. They could each hold up to thirty people, depending on equipment.”
I changed subjects back to the well deck as I asked, “Clearly, this dock is decorated for passengers. Is this where you would load excursions?”
Bridget replied, “Sunrise, in a developed harbor but not at a pier, would use the combination lifeboat tenders for shore transfer. Anchored near a beach, as we would be at Mireille, we would transfer here. Ship would be oriented with Well deck to beach, and then both doors opened. The extended floating dock is attached through the hull. Passengers could walk around the center bulkhead, out onto the doublewide floating dock. Otherwise we would have them use the bulkhead hatch door, there, between the two guillotine doors.”
She pointed at the large collection of recreational watercraft as she continued, “Those small ‘fun’ boats would be available here and on shore. Crew would be operating continuous ferry operations from ship to beach and back here. When we toured with the owners, those Zodiac Projet and Yachtline deluxe tenders…” She pointed at a number of Zodiacs in the middle slips. “…were the only boats in this hangar besides the recreational craft up on the dock.”
We all nodded at the speed and stealth of our captain. By this time the team, had reassembled. I asked, “Seen enough?”
The nodding and assent was unanimous. I locked down this restricted hangar. It was time to head back to my suite. I told the group, “You are all with me until further notice. That includes you as well, Clarice.”
We were quickly heading back to my home away from home. I walked through the door, to be confronted by a lovely surprise. Two surprises, actually; Mindy Charles and Cynthia Curtis, college roommates who received their cruise as college graduation presents. I had met them at travel agent Gail’s going away party.
The two scrumptious shapely long legged blonde beauties were standing in my suite, waiting to ask a favor. They were dressed to get my attention.
Mindy was wearing a gold, metallic, slingshot, sideless, cupless, crotchless, one-piece swimsuit. The suit framed her luscious tanned body in gold, accentuating her large breasts and shaved crotch, displaying her tiny tattoo and gold belly button piercing to excellent effect.
Cynthia was wearing a black mesh diamond bodysuit. (Diamond being the shape of the undersized scrap of transparent mesh challenged to swathe her mammoth tits, along with the rest of her torso.) It was remarkably ineffectual at the task. The petite gold ring on her left nipple was pushed into the edge of the mesh, with her other nipple bare. One tiny string attempted covering Cynthia’s shaved crotch. The suit had a wide mesh collar around Cynthia’s neck, with only tiny thin strings on her bare back and through her butt.
The two girls promptly greeted me with hugs and kisses. They clung one to each arm as Mindy explained that they had been to ‘their’ cruise accommodations. Tiny and cramped with bunk beds! They found a miniscule shower and infinitesimal closet. Mindy and Cynthia were miserable but resigned, when Cynthia mentioned my name to their steward. Quickly, introductions were made to Amanda, my steward, who suggested that they talk to me about their plight.
By this time Cynthia was licking my ear while her hand was busy down the front of my slacks. Mindy continued, “Ted, Amanda took us on a tour of your suite and we absolutely love it. Can we stay here with you?”
While kissing her I whispered to Mindy, “I adore your suits.”
She said, “These are for you! We went shopping right after the travel agent dinner and limo ride. We had so much fun with you that night.”
I asked, “Did Amanda show you my immense bed?”
Cynthia nodded with her blonde hair wrapped around her finger as she said, “Yes, you have a great bed.”
I said, “Come with me. It’s a better tour when I’m along.”
Mindy and Cynthia eagerly pulled me toward my larger than life-sized bed. I began to suspect a conspiracy. The coverlet was pulled down exposing my red satin sheets. Three glass dildos and AstroGlide Gel lubricant were placed in the center of one of the red satin pillows.
Cynthia was next to the bed on her knees. She had my shoes off. My pants were undone and pulled down my thighs. Her hand was wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking.
Mindy stood in front of me with her arms around my neck, pressing her body tightly against mine. Her tongue was deep in my mouth. Mindy leaned back slightly, grabbing my polo shirt by the hem, pulling it over my head, then leaning forward, rubbing her hard nipples on my bare chest.
Mindy stepped away from me as she pulled Cynthia to her feet. Together, they pushed me on the bed flat on my back. The each grasped a pants leg, pulling my khaki slacks off. The khakis joined the polo shirt in on the floor.
I swung my legs on the bed; Mindy quickly put her hands under my shoulder. With Cynthia under my butt, they rolled me into the center of the bed. I was supine on the bed with Mindy and Cynthia crouched over my groin. Mindy sucked the head of my cock while Cynthia licked my balls, perineum and ass.
Mindy shifted until her right knee was against my left side, placing her hard butt close under my left hand. Only a thin gold string ran through the crack of her ass, and up to the suit’s neck collar. I slid my hand palm upward, between her legs. She spread her knees and settled down. I cupped her bare cunt, framed by the metallic gold crotch opening of her suit.
The stimulation of Mindy and Cynthia licking and sucking, with the feel of her wet cunt on my hand, quickly had my hips flexing off the bed. Cynthia was tongue fucking my asshole, while Mindy sucked the head of my cock. My balls began to tingle and draw up, as I spasmed into Mindy’s sucking mouth. Mindy’s cheeks filled with my spending as she sucked me to completion.
Mindy sat back on her heels as Cynthia sat up kissing her, intent on sharing my cum. I moved around on the bed, until I slid face up between Mindy’s widely spread knees. I grabbed her athletic ass in both hands, pulling her cunt down on my face.
Mindy sat up straight, with Cynthia’s mouth attached to her left breast and her fingers pinching Mindy’s right nipple. I attacked Mindy’s gold-framed cunt with my lips, finger, and tongue. My face was quickly glazed with her juices. I slipped my juicy right forefinger under the thin gold string laying in her ass crack, fingering her rosebud as I sucked her clit. Mindy was laying forward, supporting herself with one hand, tugging on her own nipples with the other as she shuddered through orgasm.
Cynthia was kneeling between my legs, licking my asshole as she jacked my cock. She sucked each of my balls into her mouth in turn, returning to tonguing my ass after each one.
When I was fully hard, I slid out from under Mindy’s fit ass until I was sitting up. Cynthia crawled up my body, licking and kissing my skin until she reached my face. She cleaned my face of Mindy’s juices.
Mindy rolled over on her back, with her legs splayed widely. Her fingers were busy inside her wet cunt. I was kissing Cynthia as I tugged her nipple ring. She moaned deep in her throat with every twist. I rolled out from under Cynthia pressing her back into her position on her hands and knees. I contemplated the glass dildos arrayed on the satin pillow.
I picked up the glass ‘G-Spot Twister,’ lubing it with AstroGlide Gel. I moved behind Cynthia’s up thrust ass, holding a cheek in each hand as I licked her cunt from behind. I reached back and picked up the Twister. I rubbed the rounded head at the entrance to her cunt, until she began to press back against me. I slowly slid it in its full six inches. The dildo was ribbed, with a slight but effective bend in the shaft!
I began stroking and twisting the dildo as I rimmed her. Cynthia’s face was pressed into the satin sheets, with her arms spread flat on the bed. She was vocalizing constantly as she came, it seemed, continuously. Her knees and legs slowly relaxed, spreading until her torso was flat on the bed. I stopped twisting as she collapsed. ‘Twister’ still fully inserted, I left her to recover as I crawled to the still supine Mindy.
As I crawled to her, Mindy raised her legs off the bed and spread them with gymnast’s ease. She removed the two fingers of her left hand from her cunt, sucking them in her mouth. She reinserted her left forefinger, then offered it to me. I held her finger between my lips as I crawled up her gold framed body. I dropped her finger as I began licking her torso. I tongued her belly button, twisting the gold barbell with my teeth. I licked and kissed my way to the valley between her ample breasts. Each breast was surrounded by the gold straps to her suit; with the cup absent, it drew even more attention to them.
I began to suck and nibble on the left, while pinching and tugging the right. I switched. Then I switched back. Her hands were busy between us, frigging herself and stroking me. I moved up until my hands were on each side of her perfect face. We began kissing with intensity. We shifted together until she had me positioned. I settled into her as she surrounded me in wet velvet.
Her legs were still spread, with her heels off the bed. I captured a thigh with each hand, pressing her legs up into her body. I began slowly stroking into her body; quickly, my tempo increased, as my hands slid up her long trim legs, until her ankles were held by my outstretched arms.
I was pumping into her hard, with my hips slamming into her hard body. Her hips flexed as she eagerly accepted my thrusts. Her cunt was rippling and flexing inside, as I slam-fucked Mindy. My balls drew up as I thrust into her spasming cunt. I pushed in as hard as I could as we both came. Releasing her legs I rolled us to our sides still connected. I held her sweat-slicked body to mine.
Mindy and I kissed softly as we cooled out. Mindy rolled over on top of me. Mindy smirked as my softened cock fell out of her, releasing our mixed juices to drain on my groin.
We looked over to see Cynthia lying on her back with her eyes glazed stroking and twisting the dildo in her cunt with both hands. I looked back into Mindy’s smoky gaze as I whispered, “Now I’m going to do both your asses.”
Mindy shivered as she kissed me hotly. She moaned into my mouth as she said, “Cynthia fucking loves that. Fuck me. Make me your bitch. I want your cock in my ass.”
I rolled us over. I knelt over Mindy, kissing her, contemplating my next move. I crawled until my slimy cock was over her face. Mindy quickly pulled me into her mouth licking and sucking me clean.
I retrieved my next toy, a ‘Glass Anal Twister’ purchased at the Fantasy Shop for this cruise after I saw the review in Penthouse. I just never thought I’d get a chance to use it!
I lubed it with the AstroGlide Gel. The thicker formula clung nicely to the textured sides of the dildo. Mindy had her feet flat on the bedspread, with her legs wide spread. Our combined juices had leaked down into her ass crack during intercourse. I used my finger, rubbing this fluid into her rose bud. Her butt lifted at my first incursion into her anus. I augmented her juices with a dollop of Gel on her rosebud. I rubbed the thinner tapered end of the anal twister, centering in her ‘star.’ I slowly twisted the seven inches into her butt with a ‘screwing in the light bulb’ motion until the enlarged bulb end hit her ass.
Her ass was off the bed as her two hands grasped the bedspread. Mindy’s head thrashed back and forth as she vented her arousal. I began slow stroking just inches of the dildo, in and out of her ass. With two long, full strokes, Mindy collapsed in a massive noisy orgasm. I left the dildo fully in her ass as I moved to Cynthia, who was staring, entranced by Mindy’s display.
I retrieved my last toy, a ‘String of Glass 6 Popper.’ This consists of a thin glass shaft with six one-inch balls, ending in a three-inch diameter ring. I moved Cynthia up on her knees, with her butt toward me. Her shoulders were down with her face pressed into the bedspread. I left her vaginal dildo in place, while we continued our play. Her dildo-assisted masturbation had her ass and the inside of her thighs thoroughly wet with her juices.
Augmenting her lube with a generous helping of gel, I teased with my finger, finding her ass relaxed and accepting. I smeared the thick gel on the dildo. Slowly I pushed the first ball against her rosebud. Cynthia moaned as both her hands grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them obscenely wide. The next popped in accompanied by her loud exhale. Taking my time all six balls went in then just as slowly I pulled them back out so that each individual ball was a separate sensory event for Cynthia. By my third slow, thorough, complete rotation in and out, Cynthia’s voice was a constant keening wail.
I pulled the ring quickly removing the dildo. Pausing only to smear gel on the head I slipped my cock into Cynthia’s relaxed accepting ass. As soon as she recognized this new intrusion, Cynthia released her ass, pressing back into me with her hands braced on the bed. Now her head came up as she voiced her need. “Fuck my ass.” She repeated her mantra in time with my stroking. As I quickened it was reduced to just, “Fuck.” Over and over.
My hands were holding her slim waist as I fucked into her. She dropped her shoulders as both hands went between her legs. My pace quickened as my balls tingled, drawing up. I slammed into her hard at my spending, falling across her back, carrying her forward flat on the bed, with my cock still embedded in her ass. She orgasmed, with her butt clenching, trapping my cock. My face ended up lying against the back of her head. I licked the salt sweat on her neck. She growled into the bedspread, “Don’t move. I want your weight on me with your cock in my ass.”
I woke up to the smell of sandalwood. My face was pressed into sun streaked blonde hair with my left hand clutching a handful. My right was holding pearls!? The bedspreads had been changed to dark blue raw silk while I slept.
My head came up to find Professor Adrian’s very green eyes regarding me. She was dressed only in the several long strings of large faux pearls I had been hanging on to. The longest string traveled down her body between her breasts to disappear between her legs. Adrian helpfully lifted her left leg, so that I could see her three strands of pearl ankle bracelet, the mate to her three strands of pearl choker.
Hands on my left shoulder rolled me flat on my back. Naked romance novelist Nancy kissed me on my arrival. Nancy had a serious expression on her face. When Adrian stretched across my chest to make eye contact, she was wearing her “your grade point average is slipping” look.
Adrian started out, “Some meeting, Ted. The girls come back looking like they just attended a favorite pet’s funeral and you go out of control.”
Nancy turned my chin slightly as she offered, “We’re here to talk you down off the ledge.”
Adrian said, “You can’t carry this, what ever it is, alone. You need to confide in those you love, who love you back and we ALL deal with IT together.”
Nancy saw acquiesce in my eyes as smilingly she asked, “Are you going to tell us voluntarily or will we have to use ridiculous amounts of wicked sexual favors in numerous perverse positions to worm it out of you?”
They both giggled as I said simply, “Yes.”
Adrian stood up with supple grace. She posed for me in her ‘naked’ pearls with one leg forward and her back arched. She domed an eyebrow as she scolded, “Come along, Ted. You have work to do before you play.”
I replied just a bit playfully, “Tease.”
Nancy’s smirking tone followed me out of bed, “It’s a bitch.”
Adrian pointed me at the round tub next to the bed. The tub was overflowing with bath bubbles. Nancy got me seated in the hot water with the bubbles up to my chin.
Nancy knelt in the water scrubbing me with her fingers as she leaned into me with her bare breasts. Adrian sat across from me on the edge of the tub smearing her beyond bare body in sudsy bubbles, then rinsing them away with little cups of water.
Nancy finally took pity on me when I was scrubbed to her satisfaction. With her hands lubricated by soap, and my skin oiled by the moisturizers in the soapsuds, she stroked my cock under the water, as I lolled back against the cushioned side of the tub. With the combination of Adrian’s teasing and Nancy’s caresses, I quickly spurted. Nancy played with my spending as it floated, rubbing it on her breasts with soapy fingers.
Adrian expressed disappointment with her inability to eat my cum when I came in the bath water. This and Nancy’s play with it did very little to reduce my arousal. Adrian pulled Nancy from the tub as they both looked expectantly at me.
I was resigned. “Get everybody together at the dining room table. We may as well discuss everything.”
My shoulders slumped as I thought about the enormity of the task and my responsibility.
I had my head down as I felt fingers pulling my hair back forcefully. Adrian’s close up loving face came into view when my head was tipped back fully. She leaned down and kissed me, holding it until I responded. Then Adrian smiled let go and walked out with Nancy.
Amanda, my room steward, walked in as they walked out. Solicitous Amanda helped me out of the tub and walked me into my Waterhaven shower. Amanda joined me under the shower, ensuring that I was thoroughly rinsed. She kissed me sending her tongue into play for just a moment as she stepped out of the shower, engaging the hot water side sprays.
I stood, letting the hot water pound some of the stress out of me. When the water shut off, I opened my eyes to regard pilot Nikki dressed in a pink crop top that barely covered her tits and pink side tie short shorts. The crop top had large black print, saying, “I Swallow.”
Nikki pirouetted for me as she asked, “You like?”
“Very much. I’m not sure my heart will take it.”
Nikki giggled as she retorted, “Better get some oxygen, Amanda got a big shipment of tops and necklaces. Your harem will be modeling for your viewing pleasure.”
Nikki quickly grabbed big fluffy warm towels, drying me thoroughly. A certain amount of kissing took place, while I tried to get a demonstration of the veracity of the shirt’s statement. Laughing Nikki leaned over to kiss it just once, then quickly pulled me to the bathroom door and into the suite’s main room.
Nikki was right! The entire suite was a heart attack. The end of the dining room table was covered with bright colored tops with sayings like Nikki’s, or I SWING BOTH WAYS or, well, you get the idea. Janine’s black tube top simply said in bold white letters: “I Like Boys and Girls.”
Bridget’s bright red tube top announced “SLAVE” with a knee length red leather skirt that looked almost normal until she turned around revealing no back, just three straps ‑ one around her waist, one just below her buttocks, and one around her thighs. Two sturdy D-rings on each end of the middle strap added to the visual interest. With her back to me and her knees straight, Bridget bent over until her palms were flat on the floor asking how I liked her “spanking” skirt.
I answered very quickly and a bit breathlessly, “I like it a whole lot, Bridget.”
“Good, I got a riding crop with this. Will you punish your slave tonight?’
Luckily Donna interrupted me before I just launched myself at her vulnerable shapely ass. Donna had my outfit for today. Black boxers in chiffon silk mesh accompanied by a white cotton tee shirt. I had it on before I saw the AstroGlide logo on the front with the words “Enjoy The Ride” under it.
AstroGlide “sportswear” was modeled around the room. Adrian was wearing an AstroGlide baseball cap with her blonde hair tucked up in the back. Both her and Nancy had pink AstroGlide camisole sets with the logo on both tops and pants. Incongruously, Adrian was still wearing her pearls with her ‘astro-wear.’
Sally Ann had a tight AstroGlide pink tee-shirt as her only clothing. She turned to show me their mascot, “The Glidiator” on the back of her shirt. This gave me a pleasant view of her lovely ass cheeks.
On the opposite end from the colorful ‘nasty’ clothing a large stack of AstroGlide clothing and hats were next to several tin containers of mints with the AstroGlide logo. There were several bottles as well. Mavis informed me that this was a new product; “Sensual Strawberry” flavored AstroGlide. The girls were giving it a taste test!
I finally had to ask, “Amanda, where did this all come from?”
Amanda dimpled cutely giggling as she answered, “We had a very big order at the “adult toy store. We bought so much AstroGlide they gave us the clothing and threw in the mints. Did you see the “wicked” collars I bought?”
I suddenly noticed little black choker collars on the women. Rhinestones spelled out words and phrases. Catherine Jean’s simply said “Slave” while Mavis’ said, “I ‘heart’ CUM and her sister Sally Ann choose “Fuck Me.”
Mindy had selected “I ‘heart’ Cock” and her roommate Cynthia had one announcing “Slut.” I would have to take the time to ‘closely’ examine the entire selection.
Naked Kenny had two top-heavy young ladies in tiny remnants of Sunrise uniforms, sitting one on each leg. I walked over to say hello. He introduced Kylie and Shana. Vickie, his steward, had provided the introduction to the two lovelies. I asked, “Where is Vickie?”
Kenny pointed at a couch next to them. I looked over to see a naked Vickie, curled up sleeping with a satisfied expression, sucking her thumb.
It was time to get on with my meeting. I walked to the electric drape control to partway close the power light excluding drapes until they were past the dining room table.
Donna, our concierge, began moving everybody into a group at or quite near the table. A numerous assemblage and we still had plenty of room. The four stewards for our deck, Amanda, Carol, Ann Marie, and awakened Vickie quickly served beverages to all of us.
I called the meeting to order. Driver Cynthia, standing next to passenger college roommate Cynthia, raised her hand. Cynthia, my fantasy chauffeur was dressed in Lycra close shave red, with black trim short shorts with 3-inch front rise and 8-inch back rise with a deep Vee in front pointing down into her crotch. Her extra tight red tee shirt’s bold black print simply said: “69”.
She said, “We need to solve a name problem. We are BOTH Cynthia! Together we are going to be with Ted for this entire cruise, hopefully longer. So we have agreed on our preferred first names.”
Pointing at passenger Cynthia Curtis, “She is ‘CYNTHIA.’”
Pointing at herself my heart-stopping chauffeur said, “I am ‘CYN’. Because after all I’m the original Cyn.”
Everybody laughed. I caught the smoldering look that accompanied those words. I considered myself, Cynthia and Cyn together on my big bed. The image was so vivid Adrian had to poke me to get me unstuck.
Clarice quickly took the floor. She informed us that she had installed a CPU acting as a file server in the suite’s loft office, with a network within the suite. We were connected to Sunrise’s fiber optic network system and to the Sunrise seven-meter satellite dish for duplex Internet access. Clarice installed CPU’s with flat panels and keyboards in every room of the suite.
Each scattered CPU had a small eight port print server next to it with two lightweight Fujitsu laptops connected on long cables. A laser and color ink jet printer was with each scattered CPU. A flatbed scanner and color ink jet scanner/copier was located at each location.
The ‘big task’ laser printer with duplexer and sorter in addition to the laser color printer were in the loft but still accessible to all, due to her intra-suite network. Also in the loft were the ‘big’ black/white and color copiers each with sorter and duplex. Sunrise’s fiber optic network and satellite Internet were also open to any part of the intra-suite network.
Clarice is very competent BUT talks too much. Later I figured out how to effectively stop her mouth! During this meeting Clarice continued saying:
“I created directories on the suite’s server for everyone here. I can load anything from your personal computers. I hooked up Ted’s laptop to the network. I moved his ‘favorites’ to the new browser then I moved his files to his new network directory. I made sub-directories for the files. That was especially helpful for the several gigs of graphics and mpegs. I sorted those into broad categories by ‘themes.’ When I had them sorted I burned them on separate labeled DVD’s so Ted can clear out the partitions on his drive and make room for more.”
She had to stop. No one could hear her. The laughter was too loud. That didn’t even count the raucous comments, or loud offers to act out any of my ‘favorites.’ I was looking for a way to break the tension, and this certainly was effective. I’m guessing if you told Clarice’s college classmates that she was humorous, they would immediately describe ‘their’ Clarice to clear up any mistaken identity.
After everyone calmed down, went to the bathroom, and got refills, I gave a detailed report of our meeting with the captain. I then asked each of the team who was at the meeting to give their impressions. We each depicted the separate hangers and their assets in as much detail as possible. Bridget repeated her lifeboat briefing for everyone’s benefit.
The group was carved out of stone for this. Intense rapt silent attention marked every listening person in the room. We finally ended our monologues. I called for a short break. Amanda, Carol, Ann Marie, Vickie, Kylie, and Shana quickly served a cold buffet of ‘left-overs’ from last night’s party.
We sat with our plates of food trying to relax and absorb the ‘cavalry charge’ of information. I had a question for Kenny. I asked him, “Where are J.R. and the moms?”
Kenny and his sisters laughed heartily as Kenny replied, “James, Ardelia and Betsy Rae are still in bed. Last time I looked they were all covered in cum. J.R was mumbling something about a Nobel Prize for Doctor Helen. I left quietly.”
Amanda perked up to say, “I guess that meeting with the captain explains the alterations to the suite.”
Amanda pointed out the stairway to the lower suite. Then Sally Ann called all of our attention to the platinum dancing stage in the corner of the suite. The stage was elevated a foot above the suite floor with frosted glass panels bordering the stage. The stage surface was an eight-foot by eight-foot piece of clear Plexiglas with a twelve-foot tall brass-dancing pole in the center. There was an identical horizontal round brass rail on the right edge of the stage five feet above the stage surface spanning the eight feet of stage width.
The stage had a doublewide canopy cover up some twelve feet. There were black, strobe, and fluorescent lights above and below the stage. Color wheels, light ball and smoke machine completed the professional touches. Sally Ann further informed us that, depending on the dance move, the pole itself could spin or lock.
Amanda pointed out the stationary trapeze, large single ring, and hanging silks suspended from the suites ceiling near the new stage. She said, “Those are also for performances by any of your ladies with the appropriate skills.”
I contemplated some of the late night shows I had seen in Las Vegas. It would be well worth it to find the ‘appropriate skills.’
Amanda said, “One other item, there is a new large ‘safe’ in your walk-in with a card reader lock. I’m guessing it’s tuned to your identification.”
Adrian told me to start up again. I called us to order.
Bridget had a question. “Ted, you seem to know a great deal about guns. How come?”
I answered, “That’s a reasonable question, Bridget. Why would the captain pick a computer nerd for this job?”
She blushed and said, “I didn’t say that, Ted.”
“It’s OK, love, no offence. I am a graduate of Jeff Cooper’s Gunsite Combat Shooting School in Arizona. I qualified expert with .45 Auto, M-16, and Remington model 870. I returned to take classes and qualify expert with Benelli M4, Steyr AUG, and Heckler & Koch's MP5 including the MP5K-PDW, and MP5K. In addition, I compete in Practical matches and 3-Gun matches.”
I looked around. Everybody looked surprised, not to say shocked. I continued, “I am a graduate of the Bob Bondurant Driving School’s Executive Protection /Anti-Kidnapping Driving Class. I also play ‘bad guy’ at Gunsite, Bondurant, and other locations. That meant I received additional bonus training at Gunsite and elsewhere including Scout rifle and advanced marksmanship. Gunsite qualified me with instructor coach rating for 45 Auto, M-16, MP-5, Benelli M-4 and Springfield M-14 scout rifle.”
I was almost apologetic as I said, “I never planned on this in real life; it was just a cool, exciting hobby where I could blow off work stress. I just wanted to impress the chicks!”/
That got some laughs from the assembled group. Adrian had an insightful question. “Ted, what does ‘play bad guys’ mean and what kind of bonus training?”
“At Gunsite, professional law enforcement would come in for specialized training which often involved ‘role playing.’ Now role-playing in this case might mean a hostage incident. The instructors would select civilians like me to play the role of terrorist, bank robber, or hostage taker to provide varied experience for the professionals undergoing training. I was actually in some demand as a ‘bad guy’ because my responses to their standard tactics were very different, forcing the good guys to adapt and adjust. The instructors loved it!”
Adrian said, “I understand that. Tell us about bonus training.”
I replied, “The incentive for me to volunteer to spend a week in the Arizona desert without pay act as a bad guy and ultimately get shot dead in a simulated gun battle, is that I attended the same classes as the professionals, right down to shooting the same guns or whatever. These classes would be totally barred to me under any other circumstance. Stuff like explosive entry, vertical envelopment by rappelling, or helicopter assaults.”
Adrian was still looking for something she asked, “Which professionals?”
“Started out local and state police including their elite units, SWAT, and CIRT. Evolved into groups like FBI Hostage Rescue Team, Federal Marshall Warrant Service, IMI, Private Executive Protection Companies. Sometimes atQuantico, I would be bad guy playing against unidentified people who were using sterile weapons with unmarked surplus fatigues. Usually, those days, I learned to blow shit up. That was the most fun.
Adrian was like a fucking bulldog as she continued her questions. “You have the oddest ideal of fun. Who is IMI?”
I answered with some amusement, “Israelis. Usually their protection and bodyguard or hostage rescue were the opposing force. They taught me all about the Glock, including the full auto Model 18.
Adrian finally stopped her queries, and a huge smile wreathed her face as she said, “You wonder why Captain Dale was happy to see you Ted. Your arrival was like hitting the fucking lottery jackpot for our captain. You passed ALL his tests. You passed the entrance exam, that is you acted decisively to take their offer. You jumped any hurdles in the hotel. Then what had to be our Captain’s favorite, you acted independently, far exceeding any possible authority with your party.”
I said, “Tests?”
Adrian laughed and said, “Ted, not all tests involve paper and number two pencil. Our captain screened out someone and screened you in.”
She looked around as she asked, “Was Ted’s suite upgraded between his reservation and occupancy?”
Donna suddenly looked surprised as she said, “You know I had quite forgotten. The captain requested that Ted stay in the hotel overnight, then the captain moved Ted up several decks and grades. This is far more square footage and amenities then his original reserved suite.”
Romance novelist Nancy perked up as she said, “I see what you’re saying, Adrian. I kept wondering how Captain Dale could select Ted so quickly for such an important job. Dale had to be checking names with some Agency in Washington. As quickly as Dale said Ted’s name, he found out he was absolutely trustworthy and extremely competent.”
She looked over at me and smiled as she continued, “The supreme lottery hit of Captain Dale’s life is that Ted has all this skill fitting the Sunrise protection job and is only known within the entire Hedonist and Sunrise organizations as a totally legitimate fire sale customer, here by sheer luck of the draw after being terminated.”
She paused and then said, “What could be more perfect cover?”