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
Sea Cruise
Chapter 19
We were more or less together by the time the divider window lowered and Cynthia announced:
“The Library.”
The limo rolled up and Cynthia opened the door. Cyn and I helped all the ladies to exit, and then she looked at me put her hand on her hip and said:
“You just go ahead and grab a handhold.”
“Thanx, I will.”
With that I reached out and again captured her thigh just above the stocking top. Cyn helped by lightly pulling on my opposite arm. This time when I was on my feet, I let my hand trail up her leg and then across her sex. I cupped my fingers and found her hairless pussy. She leaned into me to maintain the contact.
“You’re wet, we’ll have to do something with that later.”
I pulled my hand up. Cyn gave me a smoky look and licked my fingers. When she was finished I kissed her.
“Your ladies are waiting.”
“Later, Cynthia my love.”
I left the limo to gather up my brood and enter THE LIBRARY.
We walked in and at the hostess station we met the “Head Librarian” she was a hot looking brunette in a tight short slitted skirted suit and stiletto heels with her hair in a bun and as a final touch she was wearing prop horn rim glasses with plain lenses.
The whole club carried the theme forward and frankly it was a trip. The waitresses were all “Assistant Librarians” with shorter skirts that were pulled down to expose thongs and tight jackets that did not close over bare chests.
The stage was along one wall behind the bar, with a straight section thrust stage coming out of center stage. There were chairs along the “leg of the tee” and the girls danced on the back bar stage, on the bar itself where patrons also sat on stools and on the thrust stage. There were trapeze bars at stage right and left and at the end of the thrust stage.
The tables were spread about the floor with bookshelves as privacy dividers instead of booths. The tables were heavy library oak with reading lamps and you use the reading lamp to signal for a waitress. The private rooms along the back wall are called Reading Rooms.
We followed our blonde waitress Assistant Librarian to our table. She looked like Pamela Anderson if you remember some of the outfits Pam was almost wearing on VIP. As we left the hostess station, I slipped the Head Librarian a tip and told her:
“Don’t be afraid to stop by and check on our reading materials.”
In a room filled with naked and near naked women, I just tried to pick up the only fully dressed one! Oh well.
I knew the strip club gig from my years attending Comdex in Las Vegas. George thought I was working the show and I was working at blackjack and bare titties. I told the waitress we needed a round of drinks. It was time to check in with Kathleen. I had the girls sit at the big table with space for me in the middle. Kathleen was right next to me. I palmed her breast and whispered in her ear.
“Kathleen honey, I’m going to buy you a lap dance. You need to pick out a dancer right now.”
Kathleen looked up with a slightly glazed expression and mutely shook her head.
“Okay, then it’s my call.”
We were between sets and the naked dancers were walking across the stage, over the bar and around the room to encourage us to purchase some personal attention, like that aforementioned lap dance.
“Ok ladies we are buying a lap dance for Kathleen and you get to chose, so in the words of that great philosopher and poet George Thorogood, WHO DO YOU LOVE?”
The ladies settled on a pneumatic blonde standing on the end of the thrust stage. When “Pam” returned with drinks, I gave her a big tip and sent her to retrieve our blonde of choice.
When the blonde arrived at our table, I gave her double her asking price and pointed at Kathleen:
“Do a good job and the tip will be an equal amount.”
The blonde smirked, she might have been a lesbian, but it would work even better if she was happy in her work. Blondie really liked Kathleen’s outfit and she quickly began rubbing and stroking. I’m pretty sure she broke the rules with her lap dance, the only thing she did not do was put her face in Kathleen’s cunt. By the end of it she was rubbing her tits over Kathleen’s body and licking and twisting Kathleen’s nipples until Kathleen came.
At the end Blondie lifted her sweaty body off Kathleen and looked at me. Then she sat in my lap.
“Good enough?”
“Yep, full tip plus a performance bonus and tell all your girlfriends, any dancers who really, really like girls and aint afraid to show it, should stop by, all my ladies will be getting close up dances.”
“Cool, how about you?”
“I’m interested in the Head Librarian.”
She laughed
“It’s the glasses right?”
“Just the whole package, it’s like the start of a hot for teacher porn video.”
“You’re fun, I’ll put in a good word.”
She got up and I paid her a tip, bonus, plus a little extra to pass the word about the girls.
“Later.”
She kissed me with a bit of tongue and then headed for the next table. Nothing like a little over tipping right off the bat to assure a steady supply of dancers offering a personal touch.
They announced the next set, so the dancers headed for the back and the lights dimmed. By this time Anna was back on my lap with her hand down the front of my pants. Anna said:
“Don’t bother buying me a dance, I like it right here.”
I started to push her head down and I said:
“How about down here?”
She laughed and climbed between my legs, sliding my pants out of her way. She held her mouth over the head of my cock and jacked me off into her waiting mouth. With the stimulation of Kathleen’s dance, it did not take long for me to shoot.
As the set progressed I watched the ladies to see if I could pick out favorites. I noticed right away, when Lisa the feature dancer started, Bev was entranced. I knew who would make her happy. For the rest, getting the dancers up close would help me to pick.
Anna was back on my lap rubbing my dick against her juicy slit, keeping me on edge. It looked like anybody giving me a lap dance would have to rub Anna and have her pass it on!
There was a steady stream of dancers offering their services. Kristin asked:
“Why are they all at our table?”
“Simple, whenever they quote a price. I double it and add a tip.”
I continued to buy dances. At one point Bev, Kathleen and Kristin were all being lapped at the same time! Several straight dancers offered me a freebee just so I wasn’t left out. Then they realized what Anna was doing on my lap and they knew I wasn’t deprived! I noticed that Kristin had a tiny but curvy dancer in her arms and did not seem to want to let her go.
“Kristin, you can’t keep her. She has to cruise the tables.”
Kristin pouted, and there was a whispered discussion. She said a number and told Kristin that she could stay right there in her arms, if she turned that in at the bar. I tossed the money on the table with a tip. Kristin gave me a hot gaze and mouthed:
“Thank you.”
About that time, a wet tongue licked my ear and a sultry voice asked:
“Hot for teacher?”
I turned to face smiling green eyes with little flecks of gold. My head librarian was here. It was time to move the action to the Reading Room.
“Hello love, do you have time to join us in the Reading Room?”
I called Pam our waitress and with another tip, I asked her to round up Blondie, and Lisa the feature dancer and bring them to the Reading Room to join us. We would, of course, need a fresh round of drinks there as well.
Holding Anna and my librarian whose name incongruously enough was Penelope around the waist we headed for a private room. Kristin was clutching her toy dancer and Bev was leading Kathleen.
We entered the Reading Room and found another comfortable room lined with bookshelves. There were couches and easy chairs spread around the room and a one-way glass picture window facing the stage.
Kristin sat in one couch with her dancer; Bev and Kathleen on another and Anna, Penny and I were on a third.
Pam with a round of drinks and dancers showed up. Lisa immediately informed me:
“I don’t do men, I am a committed lesbian.”
“I understand completely, I am too.”
“You are what?”
“A lesbian trapped in a mans body.”
Blondie, Penny and Anna laughed, Lisa looked confused.
I pointed at Bev.
“Lisa, what would you charge to eat her to orgasm?”
Lisa said a number.
“That work for everybody?”
I pointed Blondie at Kathleen and Toy at Kristin. Everybody nodded.
“Okay, here is double for each and I’ll pay a bonus of $50 for every full orgasm.”
Everybody immediately went to work.
When I turned, Penny and Anna were lightly caressing each other and kissing waiting for me. Penny had her shirt open and her panties off.
Penny said:
“What about me?”
“How about the same for you plus $100 an orgasm.”
I leaned into a big French kiss as she began tugging at my pants. Anna was on her knees alternating her attention between Penny and me. I leaned Penny over the couch and began to push my cock into her from behind. The oral action surrounding us had us both very turned on. Anna was seated with her mouth pressed against our joining, licking Penny and then my cock as I withdrew. I reached forward and held on by grabbing Penny’s high, firm breasts.
I was slamming into her hard, marveling at her tightness and her ripple of muscle control. Penny would arch back to meet my every thrust and she gave cues to encourage me to speed up my rhythm. As I began to build I reached up and grabbed the bun in her hair and yanked back on that, pulling her head up as if reining a horse. Her orgasm was immediate which triggered mine, spraying cum into her. I kept thrusting and I stayed hard. I reclaimed her tit and I began to stroke toward another coming. Anna was licking and sucking any juice that our joining was forcing from her tight cunt. Penny was going from one peak to another, and she was vocal in her pleasure.
I began to build again and this time I grabbed her nipples and squeezed and pinched them until she came which again pushed me over. I kept thrusting and again I stayed hard. Penny had her head down and she was gasping for air. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and her cunt was rippling around my invading cock. She seemed in a constant steady orgasm as I continued to drive into her.
I became aware of Anna’s continued presence as she licked and sucked. She focused those lips on Penny’s clit and that pushed her into the most intense cum for us. Penny exploded and I followed. I drove in and my cock unloaded into her. I came so hard it felt like my cum was spraying back out of her and hitting my balls! I collapsed backward and into a convenient easy chair with my limp dick covered in our juices.
Anna held Penny up and continued to suck, draining her of our combined juice. Then Anna gently helped Penny to sit on the couch and they cuddled.
I looked up and saw that Kathleen and Blondie were sitting together, hugging and kissing. When Kathleen saw that I was in need of “cleaning” she slid off the couch and crawled to me, Blondie quickly followed. Both began a thorough tongue bath of my cock, balls and thighs to clean me of all our spending.
I looked around, Kristin was in a constant orgasm and it appeared that her toy dancer had her tiny fist imbedded in Kristin’s cunt and was administering a enthusiastic fisting in miniature. Bev and Lisa were currently rolling around the floor in a vigorous and mutually orgasmic Sixty-Nine
When my beauties had completed my tongue wash, I pulled them up to sit with me and we cuddled together. Pam our waitress returned and whispered that our time was about up. I gave her a thank you kiss and she refused the additional tip.
I stood up and went to Kristin and her toy. I made them stop after one more cum, and then I had them cuddle and cool down. I stopped Bev’s and Lisa’s rolling around and gently started to separate them. It felt like unjoining Siamese twins! Finally I had them right side up and kissing.
It was time for us to say goodbye to our new friends and head back to our hotels’. I started to settle up with the dancers. Lisa named a low count for orgasms and then admitted she subtracted one for every time she came. Toy and Blondie felt the same way. As she left the reading room, Blondie told me to stop by the club anytime, the straight dancers wanted to have a party.
That left Penny who said:
“Get out your Cell phone and program this number.”
She then gave me her number and informed me that I was to call whereever I ended up. I promised, we kissed with promise and she left the Reading Room. I then dressed, sort of, my harem and we headed for the limo.
As we staggered out the door, Cynthia helped load ladies into the Limo. She stretched Bev on the side-seat and Kristin lay on the backseat. Kathleen and Anna made a nest for me on the floor.
Cynthia said:
“I guess I don’t need to ask if you had a good time.”
“I had a great time, do you know how to do a lap dance?”
She stuck out her tongue and said:
“Climb in, we’ll discuss dancing on your lap later.”
I got in. Anna and Kathleen quickly undressed me and I was lying back on the plush carpeting. Kathleen had her head perched on my shoulder and she was lightly kissing and licking my cheek and lips. Anna was further down and had her head on my hip with her face close to my cock where she would lean forward and plant tiny soft kisses and licks on my cock and balls.
The divider window lowered and Cynthia asked:
“Where to sir?”
“Kathleen and Bev’s hotel then Anna and Kristin’s, then we turn this chariot into a pumpkin.”
“Yes, sir.”
The divider went up, John Lee Hooker started to play and we were in motion.
Kathleen told me that she never had a night like this and had never, ever came this hard or this often. Then she surprised me:
“When you decide to stop, you call me and wherever that is, I’m there. I will leave immediately and join you. Don’t worry if you don’t have a job, I’ll find a way to support you and as many wives as you decide you want us to live with.”
I was speechless for a short space then I said:
“Anywhere, anytime, with anybody else?”
“You just be sure to call.”
I picked up my cell and programmed it with a shaky hand. She repeated:
“Don’t disappoint me, call me.”
With that we continued to kiss as we held each other. All too soon we were at her hotel. I asked:
“Are you going to put your pants back on?”
“Fuck’em if they can’t take a joke, if they are up late enough to see me, they are guilty too!” and then she laughed.
Cynthia held the door as we helped Bev out of the limo. I walked Bev and Kathleen in and up to their adjoining rooms. Kathleen said that she would put Bev to bed. Kathleen kissed me goodbye and waved me to the elevators.
I returned to the Limo and Anna. Anna now rested her head on my shoulder and kissed me. She said:
“I heard what Kathleen said and that goes for me too.”
“What do you mean?”
“You call, I come to you and we share you with as many women as you decide you need.”
“This is all pretty heady stuff, Anna, are you sure?”
“Very, you just call.”
We held each other through the drive and all too soon we reached their airport hotel. Cynthia opened the door and we unloaded Kristin. I gave Kristin my shirt to cover her naked chest. Anna and I helped her to the room they shared. After we settled Kristin on the bed, and I retrieved my shirt, Anna and I kissed and groped for a bit, then she kicked me out:
“Go, have fun, then call.”
“I promise.”
With a last kiss, I headed for the limo and my ride to my hotel. Cynthia was still holding the door. She asked:
“Time for a quickie?”
Then she laughed at my expression.
“Are we all fucked out?”
“Cynthia my love, not even you could get me up.”
“I love a challenge.”
“No Cynthia, you deserve my whole attention, not leftovers.”
With that, I climbed in and collapsed on the carpeted floor with my back resting against the backseat. I poured a small glass of Baileys Irish Crème and closed my eyes. Cynthia asked:
“Do you want to rest?”
“No please leave the window down, I’d like to talk if that’s alright.”
“Cool, I’ll turn on the intercom, so you don’t have to shout.”
“Cynthia, is this our last night?”
“No, you don’t get rid of me that easy, they have several vehicles on the ship which can be unloaded in port and I am still tasked as driver for the entire cruise.”
“Do you have a job between ports?”
“Morale officer.”
“Good when we put out to sea, you visit my cabin I can feel my morale slipping already.”
“Would that be morale or morals?”
“Tell the truth, I don’t know Cynthia, I had a chastening experience tonight.”
“Which was?”
“Women told me that I had only to call and they would drop everything to come to me.”
“And?”
“This is far outside my previous experience. I’ve never had this kind of sex and never ever had that kind of an open-ended commitment.”
“It’s weirding you out?”
“Sort of, it’s just going to take some time for me to get my mind around it.”
“The weirdest thing, Cynthia.”
“Is?”
“IS that the women know about the other women, cruise, fucking and all that and they are all just fine with it.”
“You aren’t used to that?”
“Guess not, Cynthia my love guess not.”
“My advice, you go with the flow and when this is over, if the girls are still as serious as they were tonight, then you make some decisions.”
“It makes sense Cynthia, and as my favorite philosopher used to say, “What me worry.”
We chatted for the rest of the drive and we continued to banter and flirt. Now that I knew that my darling Cynthia was on the cruise with me, my mood brightened.
“Be sure and let Donna know when you are aboard, you never know when I might need a driving lesson.”
“In your case a parking lesson more like.”
Then she gave me her rich throaty laugh. Cynthia could definitely become addictive.
We arrived at the hotel and Cynthia opened the limo door. She smirked and thrust out her chest:
“Just grab a handhold.”
I reached out and took her hand this time. When I was upright, I leaned forward and kissed her while resting one hand on her ample chest. She leaned back and looked at me:
“Definitely parking.”
I kissed her again and then headed for my room.
I used my keycard in the elevator and again for my room. When I entered the master bedroom I found an entrancing sight, Donna still in her pink outfit was sleeping on top of the coverlet on my king sized bed. I immediately undressed and carefully crawled on the bed right behind her. I slid into position, spooned up against her back and gently slipped my hand into her loosely tied jacket to hold one of her tits. With that pleasant contact and with my nostrils full of the scent of her hair, I was asleep as soon as my head hit the bed.
I came to, lying on my back, with naked tits on my chest, and her head tucked under my chin, oh yea and her hand was holding my dick. As my eyes opened, she sensed that I was awake. She leaned back and said:
“Good morning sleepy head.”
“Morning Donna, coffee”
Donna giggled.
“Make a note, Ted is NOT a morning person.”
I looked at her and growled:
“Laugh it up.”
She was quite unfazed and giggled more. She said:
“You stand under the shower until you feel better and when you get out, I will have coffee and fresh croissants for you here.”
That sounded wonderful, so I staggered to the shower. In truth, I did not have a hangover, just my usual morning grumpiness. Maybe the massage and aromatherapy worked. As I stood under the shower, the door opened and a topless and thoroughly distracting Donna handed me a cup of coffee.
What a lovely way to start the day. I set the cup on one of the soap shelves and set to work cleaning myself. I finally felt almost human and stepped out of the shower only to confront my favorite tag team: Dr. Helen Harvey and Grace Turner, RN. Grace tossed me a towel and Helen led off:
“We hear you have been a very naughty boy.”
Then Grace added:
“And we are so sorry we missed it.”
“So what happens now ladies?”
Helen answered:
“More blood work. We were going to do follow-ups anyway, so this really doesn’t change anything.”
Grace pulled down her zipper and Helen took off her top and they set to work prepping me for a couple vials of blood. When they were done, Grace said:
“We have to get you on the boat, seems a shame to waste all that fun on strangers.”
“Do you lovely ladies have some time to play right now?”
They both sadly shook their heads as Helen answered:
“Sorry no, we have more guests arriving and we have to do workups, catch you later.”
“Gee, I’m sorry too, I saved my morning piss because I knew you’d be here. I’ll just have to waste it in the toilet.”
Helen gave a visible shudder then looked at me with a slightly glazed expression. She said:
“You shouldn’t fucking tease.”
“Yes I should, if I plan to back it up. I plan to back it up as soon as we are at sea and you can spend some time in my cabin.”
“What were you planning?”
“Helen, I am planning to handcuff your hands behind your back and place you face up in my tub for a whole night. Then I’m going to drink water by the gallon and I’m going to piss in the tub all night long and you will have to lay helpless in the bottom of the tub and just take it.”
Helen stood with a tight grip on the sink vanity, her mouth was open gasping for breath, and her eyes were staring and unfocused. I glanced down and saw that her nipples were erect. Then I continued:
“I will leave the stopper in the tub and as I continue to piss, the level will rise and you will be laying in my piss all night, then in the morning I will come in with my full morning load and squat over your face and just DROWN YOU in piss!”
At that point Helen came with a shudder. She grabbed me and kissed me hotly with a whole lot of tongue.
Grace said:
“God damn, I have never actually seen anybody talked through a cum before. That was beyond exciting.”
“My pleasure ladies, will that hold you until we get together onboard?”
They both agreed that I had more than fulfilled my end of the bargain and they left after kissing and groping for a few minutes. I left the bathroom still naked and in a much better mood.
Donna informed me that I would be going aboard ship today and I could leave whenever I was ready. She laid out an outfit, which consisted of khaki slacks, a polo shirt with the Sunrise logo and Sperry boat topsiders.
“Where did this all come from?”
“Courtesy of Hedonist and Sunrise.”
She then fed me my medicine for the morning and as promised my fresh croissants with jam and really good coffee.
“Would you like help dressing?”
“No Donna, I’m fine.”
“Can I be excused, I am scheduled to help set-up for the next round of guest arrivals.”
“Of course, Donna, you do what you need to do I’m fine.”
“Bridget Johansen, Ships Officer will be here shortly to escort you to your cabin.”
“Thank you, Donna.”
Donna gave me a kiss and rubbed me a bit with those marvelous boobs and then she was gone.
I stood at the window, still nude and finished my coffee. Then I slowly dressed and packed my suitcase. When I was done, I turned on the Weather Channel and sat in one of the plush chairs and had another cup of that great coffee.
There was a knock at the door and Bridget Johansen used a key card to enter. She was a Viking vision. Bridget was tall and slender with a healthy chest and long shapely legs. She had blonde almost platinum hair. She was wearing a crisp white nautical officers short sleeve uniform shirt with uniform shorts and white athletic shoes. Her tanned but very fair complexion was a perfect complement. I was entranced, it was getting to be a habit on this cruise.
“Are you ready to go aboard?”
“Yes, of course, and who knew I would have such a lovely escort.”
Bridget smiled at my compliment and she told me to leave the suitcase, it would be delivered. We walked out and took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out to the Limo with the doors again held by Cynthia.
“Hello, Cynthia my love, miss me?”
“Of course, but now that you have Bridget you have completely forgotten me.”
Then Cynthia giggled and helped Bridget and I into the Limo. She leaned in and put her red lips next to my ear and whispered:
“I’m pretty sure she’s commando under those shorts.”
The she smirked and closed the door. Bridget looked at me curiously, but I wouldn’t tell. The divider window came down and Cynthia announced:
“Coffee in the insulted carafe on your left; mugs, cream and sugar to the right.”
“Thanx, love”
“Sunrise dock in 15.”
I poured coffee and chatted with Bridget until we reached the dock. Bridget quickly led me through the maze of loading to a gangway in the side of the ship and into a plush reception area.
There was a desk with a standard security card set-up. Bridget announced my name and instructed the staff to issue my ID. I ended up with an ID card with my name, picture and thumbprint. They ended up with my choice of PIN number. The card had a magnetic strip, 3-D bar code and active response clearance. I clipped the badge to my belt.
Bridget also brought out a small necklace with the Sunrise logo that she placed around my neck. The necklace also contained an active chip. That chip would allow me to pass through security doors without swiping the card because the chip and the door lock “talked” without my action. This was very top end security.
After I cleared security, Bridget led me to the elevator and up several floors. On the Main Deck, she led me to another smaller bank of elevators behind a desk.
“These are the restricted elevators to your suite. We suggest that you use this floor to return until you are used to the ship floor plan. The desk will be occupied at all times.”
She pushed the button calling the elevator, the doors opened and another surprise, an elevator operator.
“There will be operators in these elevators 24/7 for your convenience and security.”
Turning to the operator, she said:
“This is Mr. Johnson, make sure that all operators recognize him and are familiar with his floor.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Then we rose and kept going up, finally we stopped and she opened the door. I stopped out into a small elevator mezzanine with a desk in front of me, with a brass sign that said: “concierge” with Donna Jackson under it. There was a door marked staff only behind her desk. I looked and there were only four other doors leading off this reception area.
Bridget requested my key card and walked to the door with a brass “A” and inserted it into the pass lock. The light turned green and with a click the door unlocked. She held the door and waved me through and I stopped dead from the shock.
Let me try to describe what my suite looked like as I walked through that door the very first time.
My main room is two stories tall with two-story windows full length of suite. There is a balcony with double width sliding doors. The full kitchen has a breakfast nook and a bar with a loft over kitchen that is office. The formal dining room with a table for 20 and formal living room with an adjacent THX entertainment center with an 80-inch plasma screen. There is a full bar service adjacent to the dining room. My stateroom has a master bedroom with spa with glass wall curving all the way around to the front of the ship and 6 added guest bedrooms.
Not to mention a spiral staircase up to screened playroom on roof of ship, which opens to private sundeck shared by the three other rooms with a spa for 20 centered on deck.
We will catch up on details but for now, overwhelming luxury was the watchword for everything I saw.
“Okay, Bridget my love, time for you to talk to me and no bullshit.”
“Yes, Ted?”
“This stateroom Bridget is beyond my wildest imagination and is absolutely not available for the price I paid under any circumstances that I can imagine, so now you get to explain why I won the lottery and ended up here and now.”
Then Bridget sat down with me on the very plush leather couch and related an unbelievable corporate fuck-up.
“Ted, you know the nature of the cruise?”
“Donna told me it was a fuckfest.”
“Aptly put. Hedonist began to market the cruise some time ago and because of the nature of the cruise they made several decisions, for instance of the 1355 crew members only 3 are male, the Captain, First Officer and the Chief Engineer. All the rest were female.”
“Why did they do that?”
“They believed that most of their passengers would be like you.”
“Losers?”
“No, silly unattached males, so they hired a female crew to provide willing partners. All the crew hired on with the understanding that we would be available for passenger pleasure and hopefully ours as well.”
She pointed to a bright orange Popsicle stick hanging from her ID badge.
“When we are wearing that on our badge, we are on duty and unavailable, any other time we are to be willing partners.”
“While that sounds very cool but then what happened with the cruise?”
“Hedonist hired two advertising agencies and they decided on three distinct advertising campaigns. They would begin by targeting single women, again with the assumption that most passengers would be single males. Then they were going to target couples while still pushing for single women and then fill up the boat with single guys.”
“Okay, I’m with you so far.”
“The ad campaign started and they had a great response from the single women. There were two agencies so we actually had two campaigns, so the response was really great. The problem was that with two agencies, we lost track of the staged roll-out.”
“Meaning.”
“Somehow, nobody remembered to tell either agency to begin phase two couples and phase three single guys. With two agencies, each one assumed the other guy was handling it.”
“You are trying to tell me nobody noticed that only single women were signing up?”
“Nobody was standing back to look at the big picture until nearly cruse time, then we noticed big time. We offered incentives but this is a long cruise nobody can just drop everything and buy a ticket. We were exceptionally lucky to get you and we are grateful that you joined us. This suite is a measure of how grateful we are.”
“Okay, so what is the final count?”
“There are 1725 passengers and there are 24 male passengers but only five of these males are not part of a couple.”
“Bridget, you are telling me that on this 100 day fuckfest there are 5 unattached males with a female crew of 1352 and 1701 female passengers.”
“Yes, I think you have it.”
TO BE CONTINUED