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The captain lit her milky-scented candle. She applied the clay between her legs. She massaged the baby oil onto her B-Cup breasts.
“Save us, oh goddess!”
The storm raged outside. Her dildo got to work.
“Olyria! Olyria! Olyria!” she shouted with each thrust.
As a powerful wave tossed up the cruise ship, the front end leaving the water entirely, the power went out.
All aboard the ill-fated cruise ship regretted ever coming aboard.
Holly Willis thought she had found her big break. Five years of waitressing had finally paid off. Attending every open mic night, she could make had finally paid off. She had been discovered! It wasn’t exactly a record deal, but she was being paid to sing. That was a step in the right direction. Now they were going to sink before she even got to croon a single note.
Nancy Noelle was officially consciously uncoupled. To be blunt: she got dumped. Her girlfriend had left her with only a note on the pillow. No words. No goodbye fuck. She just up and left. Thus, the heiress had booked this cruise to mend her broken heart. If it didn’t end up on the bottom of the sea.
Malcolm ‘Mal’ Moore was here to relax. Pandemics. Insurrections. Lockdowns. Telecommuting. Inflation. It was all too much. His therapist had suggested this little getaway. How could the man have seen this storm coming? So much for relaxing.
Jemma Kiyoko was here on her employer’s behalf. Being a personal assistant sucked. Especially when you worked for a billionaire like Nancy Noelle. She may have been beautiful, but she was cold, controlling, and sometimes just plain cruel. No wonder Traci left her. Now Jemma got to drown with her instead.
Luis Bishop was depressed. He had booked this cruise as a romantic getaway with his wife for a year. Then she up and left him. Yesterday. Now here he was sailing alone so as not to waste the money. Sailing to his doom as it would seem. Perfect.
Gianna Karver had been trying to enjoy a warm, relaxing bath when the storm struck. She had just put on her third and final show of the night in the lounge and just wanted to let go. Not for the first time she considered hypnotizing herself to make that happen. Nah, it was more fun to use her stage craft on others. Fucking the hell out of a brainwashed toy was the best way to relax. When the ship began to shake, she jumped out and took shelter. Maybe it was a good thing she hadn’t put herself under after all.
The captain was on her knees, pleading to the being on her bed.
“I can arrange it. There will be, however, a price.”
“Name it.”
The ship was slammed by a powerful wave. As it tilted to the right side everything on that side was thrown toward the windows. Jemma had just entered Noelle’s room when the slide began. Acting on instinct she grabbed her boss and pulled her against her with one arm and wrapped the other around the headboard of the bolted-down bed. The two were locked eye to eye as they struggled to stay upright.
Two beings now sat on the captain’s bed. Their hasty negotiations had come to an end.
“Deal.”
The threesome that followed quelled the storm.