don’t think I can stand watching you walk around in this thing all night. I won’t be able to hide my hard-on.”
Destiny giggled. God, yes, she wanted to fuck him. A quickie couldn’t hurt.
A pounding at their stateroom door made Destiny jump.
“Yeah?” Darius shouted at the door. Then mouthed, Fuck .
“Are you two about ready?” Karl asked. “Tom needs your help and my guests need another round of drinks.”
“Be right out,” Darius answered. “Destiny is touching up her makeup.” He glanced at her and shrugged. A lame excuse, but apparently the first one that came to mind.
“Very well, make it quick.” They heard footsteps departing down the hallway.
Darius slid his finger out of her pussy and helped her straighten her outfit. They freshened up in the small sink in the head and went back on deck into the salon.
The party was in full force. Guests had drinks and hors d’oeuvres in hand as they mingled. The yacht cruised up the Intercoastal, past luxurious homes with lush tropical landscaping and modern high-rise condos. The hint of night jasmine floated on the warm, salty breeze. At least they wouldn’t freeze on board while cruising the Intercoastal, but once they got out onto open ocean, it would be chilly in their skimpy slave outfits.
Every time Darius looked at her, she knew how turned on he was, how much he wanted her. The rough leather over her sex made her ache for him, too. Her nipples were hard and taut from his earlier attentions and the thought of what they would be doing later. By the time they had to do their show, they’d be so fucking horny, they wouldn’t have to act at all.
She wore more than she usually did while stripping, but somehow felt more self-conscious wearing the slave suit while everyone around them wore expensive cocktail dresses and casual suits. Guests gave them admiring looks as they arrived on the main deck. The men spent most of the time staring at her tits and ass.
The guests strolled around the deck and hot tub with drinks in their hands. “I wonder how long it’ll be until the clothes come off and people are in the hot tub,” Destiny whispered to Darius.
“A few more rounds of drinks,” he said. “Time to grab another round from Tom. We are getting paid well, even though it wasn’t what we’d expected.”
Now that The Office had passed through the inlet, they cruised south along the shoreline. Pinpoint lights and the silhouettes of condos divided the star-filled sky and the calm sea. The temperature had dropped and chill bumps rose on every square inch of exposed skin, which was her entire body. After this assignment, she planned a long, hot bath. Ladies wrapped shawls around bare shoulders and no one occupied the hot tub.
Pamela came out on deck now wearing a shimmery white silk jacket to match her cocktail dress. She had sweaters or sweatshirts over her arm. “Destiny dear, I adore the sexy outfit my darling husband chose for you two, but he wasn’t thinking practically. Here, put this on, and I have a sweatshirt for Darrel.”
“Darius,” Destiny corrected. “But thank you. It is a little chilly out here.”
“You’re welcome, dear. Once we go to the salon, then you can take them off. It’s warm inside. Now go and find your partner before he catches pneumonia or freezes his ass off or something more important.”
Destiny giggled. “Thank you again, Pamela.”
Pamela joined her guests, while Destiny slipped on the white cotton cardigan and noticed the appliquéd The Office on the front. Darius was nowhere to be found, so she draped the sweatshirt over a chair and headed back to the bar for more refreshments.
After she delivered a third tray of drinks and offered seared steak canapés and hot crabmeat puffs, she went looking for Darius with the sweatshirt. The bartender said he’d taken a tray of food and drinks to the stern of the boat, where several people lounged on large cushions. She finally found him standing by himself,
Destiny giggled. God, yes, she wanted to fuck him. A quickie couldn’t hurt.
A pounding at their stateroom door made Destiny jump.
“Yeah?” Darius shouted at the door. Then mouthed, Fuck .
“Are you two about ready?” Karl asked. “Tom needs your help and my guests need another round of drinks.”
“Be right out,” Darius answered. “Destiny is touching up her makeup.” He glanced at her and shrugged. A lame excuse, but apparently the first one that came to mind.
“Very well, make it quick.” They heard footsteps departing down the hallway.
Darius slid his finger out of her pussy and helped her straighten her outfit. They freshened up in the small sink in the head and went back on deck into the salon.
The party was in full force. Guests had drinks and hors d’oeuvres in hand as they mingled. The yacht cruised up the Intercoastal, past luxurious homes with lush tropical landscaping and modern high-rise condos. The hint of night jasmine floated on the warm, salty breeze. At least they wouldn’t freeze on board while cruising the Intercoastal, but once they got out onto open ocean, it would be chilly in their skimpy slave outfits.
Every time Darius looked at her, she knew how turned on he was, how much he wanted her. The rough leather over her sex made her ache for him, too. Her nipples were hard and taut from his earlier attentions and the thought of what they would be doing later. By the time they had to do their show, they’d be so fucking horny, they wouldn’t have to act at all.
She wore more than she usually did while stripping, but somehow felt more self-conscious wearing the slave suit while everyone around them wore expensive cocktail dresses and casual suits. Guests gave them admiring looks as they arrived on the main deck. The men spent most of the time staring at her tits and ass.
The guests strolled around the deck and hot tub with drinks in their hands. “I wonder how long it’ll be until the clothes come off and people are in the hot tub,” Destiny whispered to Darius.
“A few more rounds of drinks,” he said. “Time to grab another round from Tom. We are getting paid well, even though it wasn’t what we’d expected.”
Now that The Office had passed through the inlet, they cruised south along the shoreline. Pinpoint lights and the silhouettes of condos divided the star-filled sky and the calm sea. The temperature had dropped and chill bumps rose on every square inch of exposed skin, which was her entire body. After this assignment, she planned a long, hot bath. Ladies wrapped shawls around bare shoulders and no one occupied the hot tub.
Pamela came out on deck now wearing a shimmery white silk jacket to match her cocktail dress. She had sweaters or sweatshirts over her arm. “Destiny dear, I adore the sexy outfit my darling husband chose for you two, but he wasn’t thinking practically. Here, put this on, and I have a sweatshirt for Darrel.”
“Darius,” Destiny corrected. “But thank you. It is a little chilly out here.”
“You’re welcome, dear. Once we go to the salon, then you can take them off. It’s warm inside. Now go and find your partner before he catches pneumonia or freezes his ass off or something more important.”
Destiny giggled. “Thank you again, Pamela.”
Pamela joined her guests, while Destiny slipped on the white cotton cardigan and noticed the appliquéd The Office on the front. Darius was nowhere to be found, so she draped the sweatshirt over a chair and headed back to the bar for more refreshments.
After she delivered a third tray of drinks and offered seared steak canapés and hot crabmeat puffs, she went looking for Darius with the sweatshirt. The bartender said he’d taken a tray of food and drinks to the stern of the boat, where several people lounged on large cushions. She finally found him standing by himself,
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