"Adrift" (A tale from TNTLWO)

[HumanBean]

Jose Desilva -- OOC thread

Day 2, 1000 hours (aka 10:00 am)

(He was first spoken of here.)

Jose Desilva stopped at the entrance to the bridge. He scanned the space. He loved the layout of the Majestic. It was so spacious compared to those of his own boats. Jose had a 44-foot sailboat he kept in his home of San Diego. He took it out two or three times a month.

He had a motor boat in Miami, too. Most people called them go-fast boats or banana boats. They were popular with drug runners for their speed. Jose liked his for quick day or weekend trips to the Bahamas. He flew it over Straits of Florida to Freeport on Grand Bahama three or four times a year. He kept a woman there. He gave her a house, a car, and an allowance. She had given him a son. He was turning 11 this month.

The casinos in Nassau on New Providence were more Jose's roll, though. He visited them twice as often as his family in Freeport. Sometimes, he took them with him. Sometimes he went alone. He kept a woman there as well.

"Permission to enter?" he asked at the bridge entrance.

The Captain waved him in. There was no one else present. That was much different from when he'd been here for embarkation from Tarawa. There'd been six crew here, including the Captain and First Officer Victor Carlson. It didn't actually take that many people to navigate the Majestic. Victor had told Jose that just two people could safely pilot the yacht. But with the brand-new owners onboard for their first cruise? You didn't take a chance that something got missed. Like a sand bar, a shoal, another boat.

"A solar storm of untold and historic proportions?" Jose asked. He was repeating what Karen had said to her Second Officer, Zoe Nance, earlier in the morning. The phrase had actually originated with Jose, of course. He told Karen that he believed it was the most likely cause of the Event affecting them. Speaking of Zoe, Jose said, "I guess my theory about face-eating aliens from Mars was dismissed."

He laughed. He didn't honestly think the Event was the result of an alien attack. A catastrophic solar storm was the most likely cause. Even that was hard to believe. He kept abreast of the latest scientific information. Jose was well informed by not just the national and international periodicals but by his many friends across the scientific world.

He was certain he would have known about impending, disastrous solar activity. Today's detection equipment was incredible in what it could tell the people monitoring them. Regardless, it had happened. Or so Jose believed. What else could it have been.

He took one of the high stools normally occupied by a bridge crewman. "I'm glad you're here alone, Captain. We need to talk."

They were interrupted a moment. When they were alone again, Jose told Karen, "No one's coming to save us."

 

[Alice2015]

Connie Lang and Brent Mack -- OOC thread

His cabin
Day 2, a bit after 8 am:

(Continued from here.)

"I won't say I'm not disappointed," Brent told Connie about once again not getting to put his cock inside her. As he watched her finish dressing, he said, "But yes, I'm okay with this."

He seemed to be speaking with a sincere tone, Connie thought and hoped. She wanted to be with him so badly; she only needed to figure out why. Specifically.

He promised her that he would wait for Connie to figure things out. She smiled, telling him, "Thank you, Brent. I ... I appreciate that." She moved to him, kissed him one last time, then turned to leave. At the door, she looked for prying eyes -- particularly the bunkmate who'd caught them together earlier -- but seeing no one, headed out and away quickly. She went directly to her own stateroom, where she plopped down on her bed ... and immediately began to sob about being so confused.

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10 o'clock:

Connie dressed seriously more casual than she normally did when going to meet her boss, whether it was as his PA or as his mistress. She couldn't find him at first; he'd told her he needed to see her at ten o'clock. She wandered about without haste, checking the major project areas in which he'd shown interest before heading for the Guest Lounge. The elegant, well-appointed compartment now included 3 pairs of bunkbeds; Robert, Gwen, and the Captain had given the space that was normally only open to guests to the crew in an effort to deal with the overcrowding issue down in the crew berthing area.

She knew she wasn't going to find Robert here and headed back out again. She went to the Grand Dining Room, knowing that it was about the only compartment aboard the Majestic where she would bump into him and not cause some crew member to smirk knowingly at them; she certainly couldn't meet Robert at either her or his stateroom, the latter of which he shared with his wife.

 

[Alice2015]

Lana and Claudia Owens (and Doctor Carlton Pinchot) -- OOC thread

Day 2, 8:30 am
The Owens Sisters' cabin.

(Continues from here.)

"Lana, you need to let me check you, now," Carlton said through the closed door. More softly, he added, "You know what it is that I need to check, right?"

Lana did, of course; since she'd awoken, she'd felt tension in her lower abdomen, light pain she was certain was caused by the dozen balloons of diamonds she'd swallowed in Honolulu for delivery in Port Moresby. Claudia had begun complaining, too, which concerned the older sister even more than did her own discomfort.

The Doctor said, "We need to deal with this, Lana."

She hesitated a moment, then went to and opened the door; Lana stood in the door such that he couldn't get by her unless he literally pushed her aside. Softly, she said, "I think we need to start doing whatever you said we needed to do to take care of ... you know. We're starting to feel strange."

If Carlton suggested they head for the Infirmary, she and her sister would follow him without any more reluctance. Lana was beginning to worry about her and her sibling's health and safety. It was time to get these things out of them.

 

[Alice2015]

Captain Karen Kimball and guest, Jose Desilva -- OOC thread

Day 2, 1030 hours (aka 10:30 am)

(Continued from here.)

"I'm glad you're here alone, Captain," Jose said with a serious tone that immediately concerned Karen. He continued, "We need to talk."

"Of course, Mister Desilva," she responded, and then remembering that he'd corrected her on previous occasions about how to refer to him, smiled and said, "Jose. What do we need to talk about?"

Karen knew how involved Jose had been in some of the projects occurring aboard the Majestic since TLWO; he was a highly intelligent, highly educated, and highly creative man whose two cents had led to the sewage, rain catcher, and desalination/water purification projects taking less time and effort to finish and made them more efficient. Karen didn't know the specifics of why he'd been invited on the voyage by the Parkers, but she was very happy he'd come along.

"No one's coming to save us," he told her bluntly.

Karen just stared at him for a long moment before asking with a serious tone, "And why do you say that?"

They spoke for nearly an hour on his theories about both the Event and how it was going to keep them from being found and rescued by the Coast Guard, the Navy, or some other boat or ship out here in this part of the Pacific. At one point, when a Bridge Crew member arrived to make a report on the bilge problem -- they were unexpectedly taking on water without knowledge of the cause -- Karen ordered, "I want you to locate the Parkers -- both of them -- as well as Mister Carlson and Miss Nance. Do it quietly ... I don't want anyone knowing they are being brought to me. Oh, and do the same with the Doctor and Nurse Laura. Bring them here, quietly but quickly."

The crewman acknowledged his orders and departed. Karen and Jose continued to talk about the situation for a while. The six people requested coincidentally all arrived within just a couple of minutes of each other, limiting the awkward pause between arrival and explanation to a minimum. When all were present, Karen locked the door to the bridge and explained, "Doctor Desilva and I have been discussing our chances of being rescued any time soon ... and ... well ... I'll let him explain it to you."

 

[HumanBean]

Doctor Carlton Pinchot, with Lana and Claudia Owens -- OOC thread

Day 2, 8:30 am
The Owens Sisters' cabin.

(Continues from here.)

"We're starting to feel strange," Lana told Carlton.

He knew what she meant. The balloons making their way through her and Claudia's systems were causing problems. There was a great possibility that one or more of them might have broken. The sisters' flight to Port Moresby hadn't gone as planned, of course. If it had, the balloons would already be out.

The good news obviously was that they were dealing with diamonds and not narcotics. Broken balloons of cocaine or heroin would have meant almost instantaneous death. Broken balloons of diamonds only meant temporary discomfort. Well, unless they were talking about the fucking crown jewels or some other massive stone. That wasn't what Lana had indicated to Carlton, though.

"We need to go to the infirmary now, please," he told the older sister. "We need to start the process immediately."

Carlton's concern was for the health and safety of the two young women. Sure, he wanted sex from Lana and, of possible, Claudia as well. He'd already gotten it from the former. And he was going to get more of it from her for certain. But right now, he was acting as a doctor, not a horny bastard. The balloons needed to come out. Now.

He left the girls to get fully dressed as he made his way to the Infirmary. He began preparing. The two sisters arrived a few minutes later. He explained the process. It was easy, actually. He had a cocktail of drugs that they would take in a specific order with specific intervals. If all went as planned, they'd be shitting out the balloons within two hours.

Carlton got them started when there was a knock on the Infirmary door. He announced through the closed door, "I'm with patients. Can this wait?"

"No, Doctor," a crewman told him. "The Captain requests your presence on the Bridge as soon as possible."

Carlton groaned, then said, "Tell her five minutes."

"Yes, Doctor," the man said before leaving.

To Lana, Carlton again explained the instructions. "You swallow this one in ten minutes, and if I'm not back in time, you swallow this one in thirty. The only thing that will happen if you don't do them precisely on time is that it will simply take longer. So, don't worry."

Carlton moved such that he stood between the two sisters as they each sat on an exam table. He reached his right hand to Lana's left thigh. Caressing it up under her skirt, he whispered, "And we'll take care of other business once this is all over. Yes?"

 

[HumanBean]

Robert Parker, with Connie Lang -- OOC thread

The GDR (Grand Dining Room)
Day 2, after 10 am:

(Continued from here.)

Robert had spent the morning talking to a variety of people on a variety of subjects. Most had to do with the Event and its effects. But he'd also sat down with two of his guests to talk business. They all believed that they'd be out of this mayhem soon. When they were, they had money-making things to do.

He'd told Connie to meet him at 10 o'clock. He hadn't been specific about where, though. He hadn't thought it really that necessary. After all, the Majestic wasn't that big a boat. Robert knew he'd come across her at some point.

Come across Connie he did. He made his way to the GDR for a coffee refill. There she was, waiting for him while others chatted her up. Robert politely asked the others to give them a moment to do business. Once the two of them were alone, Robert whispered, "I want inside you so badly. I ache."

Others passed nearby. Robert waited again. Then, he told her, "I'll head out first and meet you in your stateroom."

But as he stood up, a crewman said, "Oh, good, Mister Parker. The Captain would like your presence on the bridge. Soon as possible, she said."

"Fine, thank you," Robert said. He glanced at Connie, thinking Fuuuuuck. I can already feel you wrapped around my cock. He told the crewman, "Let the Captain know I'm on my way."

He stood. He gave his PA one more hungry glance. Then, he turned without another word and departed.

 

[Alice2015]

Lana and Claudia Owens (and Doctor Carlton Pinchot) -- OOC thread

Day 2, 8:30 am
The Owens Sisters' cabin.

(Continues from here.)

Lana looked at the concoction Carlton had mixed up with a sneer, the first medicine she and Claudia having taken already leaving a bad taste in her mouth. He gave her further instructions, then began inconspicuously caressing a hand up her thigh and under her skirt. She suffered a chill up the spine at his touch and his words, "And we'll take care of other business once this is all over. Yes?"
"Sim," said, unintentionally slipping back into the Portuguese that was her first language. She corrected, "Yes. We will will, Doctor."

After he'd left to go see the Captain, Claudia pleaded, "Can't we do this another way?"

"Não, minha querida irmã," the elder sibling said before -- unnecessarily, this time -- translating, "No, my darling sister." She stood from the exam table and went to Claudia, taking the younger sibling into her arms. "We need the Doctor's help. Once we have these things out of us, then this is all over."

Even as she was saying the words, Lana knew she was lying. Carlton wasn't going to let loose his hold on her; he was going to continue to require her to open her legs for him and, quite possibly before this ended, her mouth. Lana was willing to do this, however, if it meant keeping the Doctor's hands off of and cock out of her naive, pure, 18-year-old sister.

They sat there talking about their future, with the presumption that in a day or two or ten, they'd be back in Hawaii or at their destination of Papua-New Guinea or maybe even Australia, where they could start their new life with their earnings from smuggling the diamonds now inside of them. Lana worried that that future might be in jeopardy, not just because of her dealings with the Doctor but with this whole Event which -- for obvious reasons -- was the main topic of conversation all about them.

"Beba, irmã," Lana said, handing one of the two little cups of milky liquid to her sister. She herself swallowed down her portion, grimacing at the nasty taste, then repeated in English, "Drink up, sister. It's not that bad." She laughed. "Okay, it's really bad, but drink it anyway."

 

[HumanBean]

Jose Desilva, with the Parkers and the Senior Officers -- OOC thread

Day 2, 1100 hours (aka 11:00 am)

(Continued from here.)

Jose looked around the bridge. Karen Kimball had ordered her entire Senior Staff here for the Professor's explanation. He started out with the same thing he'd told the Captain: "No one's coming to save us."

He paused a moment. He wanted to ensure he had everyone's attention. He continued, "I think what we are experiencing is called a interplanetary coronal mass ejection, an ICME. I know that one of the theories floating around the Majestic was that we were hit by a powerful solar flare--"

"You started that rumor, Doc," one of the other guests reminded him.

Jose smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Not a rumor. A theory. But yes, I did say that. I was wrong. A solar flare, even the most serious of flares, wouldn't have so entirely and uniformly taken out all of the electronics the way that this Event has."

"What's this got to do with no one coming to rescue us, Professor," someone asked. They were using a nickname he'd gained when he taught at MIT.

"We're not the only ones who got hit," First Officer Victor Carlson interjected. "If our equipment took this blow, theirs did, too."

Jose tapped a fingertip to the end of his nose indicating that Victor was correct. "And if our equipment isn't coming back to life--"

"Theirs isn't either," Victor again put in his two cents. He looked to the Captain. He could see in Karen's expression that she'd already been told all this. "The Coast Guard. The Navy. All of their equipment. It's all dead. Meaning--"

"They don't know that we're dead in the water out here?" Doctor Pinchot asked. "So, no one's coming."

Carlton looked around to the faces arranged in a circle about the bridge. He was panicking. "What the fuck are we going to do? We can't survive out here for long. Food, fresh water. What we have won't last long."

 

[Alice2015]

The Senior Officers -- OOC thread

Day 2, 1100 hours (aka 11:00 am)

(Continued from here.)

Karen Kimball had, of course, already heard all of this from Jose, but seeing the reactions of the others and listening to their questions made her happy to be hearing it all over again. She still didn't want to believe that this was true; how could the Sun have simply destroyed everything electronic and left them out here in the middle of the Pacific with no hope of rescue or, if Jose was correct, survival.

Sure, Jose hadn't actually said We're all gonna die! Doctor Pinchot had gotten close by saying, "What the fuck are we going to do? We can't survive out here for long. Food, fresh water. What we have won't last long."

She told them, "The Majestic is an incredible vessel, let's not forget that. And her crew is the best." She looked to the gathered civilians -- Robert and Gwen Parker, the Doctor, and Maggie Johnson, who as Gwen's PA had been drug along by the female half of the ownership team -- and added, "And most of the guests have kicked in to help with us in one way or the other."

"Is the Doctor correct, though, Captain," Gwen interjected. Are we going to run out of food and fresh water? How long do we realistically have, even with rationing?"

"I don't have those numbers right in front of me, ma'am," Karen lied, "But I'll work on them today and have them for you tonight ... tomorrow morning at the latest."

The truth was that an inventory had been done and an estimate of how long the food and water would last based upon different levels of rationing had also been completed. Karen hadn't been worried about those numbers when she'd thought they were going to be rescued in a few days or maybe a week. Now that the Professor was telling them that rescue was not likely, the numbers weren't good at all. Still, Karen wasn't ready to start a panic.

"I think what's important is this," Karen said. "I think that this information ... that rescue is unlikely in the immediate future ... should be kept between those of us right here." She saw some expressions of disagreement but continued on, "We don't need to create a panic. And we've already experienced some problems related to our current stores, specifically food. I haven't shared this information with you yet, but ... two of the coolers we put over the side to keep the remaining perishables viable were lost--"

"They said a shark bit through the lines," Maggie said.

Karen drew and released a deep breath before fessing up, "That was the story we told. In truth, we now believe that someone on board ... quite possibly a crew member but maybe a guest ... we just don't know. Blame isn't the point--"

"What's the point?" Gwen asked with an annoyed tone.

"The point is ... someone cut those lines," Karen answered. "We believe that they lifted the coolers to the deck during the night, possibly while the crew was busy during last night's storm with the rain catchers ... lifted them to the stern, cut them loose, hid what was in them, and then used a knife to make the ropes appear to have been bitten through--"

"How do you know it wasn't a shark?" Maggie cut in again. She saw faces scrutinizing her sudden interjection into a conversation that she shouldn't have even been a part of and shrunk back a bit.

"We just know," Karen said. She looked to Victor, telling the others, "First Officer Carlson and Master-At-Arms Nance are looking into it. In the meantime, a guard will be posted on the perishables 24/7 ... as well as on the water supply and the dry goods. This means that we are going to be short 3 crew who would normally be utilized for pumping water to the sewage system and to the desalination project--"

"The guests will make up for this loss in manpower," Gwen stated firmly. When others looked her way, she told them, "I will gather all of the guests and their personal staff together ... and I will explain to them that it's -- how do you say it, Captain? -- all hands on deck? The guests can put in some effort, too. If they want to eat, drink, and shit ... then they'll work, too."

She seemed to get some approving looks to her statement, but then Gwen added, "But ... I think everyone needs to know what the Professor here has told us ... and I don't mean tomorrow or in a couple of days. I think we need to get everyone together at dinner ... and tell them what we think we know."
Gwen looked to the Captain, then to her husband, as she stressed, "They need to know."

Karen looked between the Parkers, then the others. Looking again to Robert Parker, she said, "It's your boat, sir. I'm only the Captain. I leave it to you."

 

[HumanBean]

Robert, Victor, Carlton -- OOC thread

Day 2, 1130 hours (aka 11:30 am)

(Continued from here.)

Robert Parker didn't like hearing that they didn't have an accurate inventory of food, water, and other expendable supplies. They needed that to accurate plan rationing. That bothered him but not nearly as much as hearing that they might have a resources thief on board.

He was surprised at his wife's reaction. The Captain spoke about the loss of available crew for doing work. And Gwen immediately said, "The guests will make up for this loss in manpower."

She looked to Robert. Was she looking for support? Whether he did or not, Robert said, "Yes, there's no reason why they can't help. I mean, fuck, we're paying their way."

The Parkers' guests included friends. But most of them were business associates first. Robert didn't want to threaten any existing or potential money-making opportunities. But none of that would matter if they all died out here in the middle of the Pacific.

Then, Gwen stated her firm belief that everyone needed to know about the Professor's theory on the, what was it called, interplanetary coronal mass ejection? Karen looked to Robert. She said, "It's your boat, sir. I'm only the Captain. I leave it to you."

"No," Robert said without hesitation. "In this case, I'm going to defer to you, Captain. You better understand what we need to stay alive out here. So, you decide. I'll go along with it."

"What about Troy Vance?" the Doctor said, changing the topic. "We can't keep him shackled and stuffed inside a dark closet for days, weeks. Longer? Didn't he say he was a white-collar criminal? Does he really need to be in handcuffs? It's not healthy, and it's only going to lead--"

"I agree," Robert cut in. But he looked to Karen, saying, "But again, I leave that up to you. I can't see that he's a danger to us."

 

[Alice2015]

Captain Karen Kimball with others on the bridge -- OOC thread

Day 2, 1130 hours (aka 11:30 am)

(Continued from here.)

Karen wasn't expecting the boat's owner to put her fully in charge of the direction the crew and guests would next head. But Robert Parker was waving off control, relying on her experience as opposed to his rights as her boss.

She considered the two proposals immediately at hand: informing the remaining crew and guests about the truth of the Event as it was presumed to be at this time; and whether or not to give their cuffed survivor his freedom, whether total or at least in part.

"We tell the others about the Event as we understand it now," Karen said flatly. "I think it's a mistake not to be truthful with them. And ... if they know the true extent of the danger now, as opposed to later ... I believe they will respond more ... let's call it effectively. We need them -- crew and guests alike -- to understand how things such as the cooler thefts can become a serious issue ... a serious danger.

"Regarding Mister Vance," she continued, "We take off the cuffs. However ... I want him to understand that he's not a free man. He will have restrictions. And the first time he does something I don't like--" Karen looked to her Master-At-Arms as she finished that thought, "--we put him in a raft, point toward Tarawa, and send him on his way."

She looked around for reactions, then looked to the Parkers and asked, "Good?"

Karen knew what the answer was going to be and -- looking to Gwen Parker -- said, "I'll leave speaking to your guests to you, as you suggested." She looked to her First Officer, saying, "I want the crew -- the entire crew -- assembled on the fantail in twenty minutes. I'll talk to them there."

She looked around for others having something to add, and if there was nothing, she would nod her suggestion that they get to it.

 

[Alice2015]

The Senior Officers, the Parkers, the Doctor, and the Professor -- OOC thread

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(Sounds like the start of a "...walk into a bar" joke, doesn't it?)​

Day 2, 1130 hours (aka 11:30 am)

(Continued from the three post above this; there is some repeated dialogue.)

While she listened to the yacht owners, the science professor, the medical doctor, and the rest of the Majestic's Senior Staff discuss whether or not they had a serious problem and whether or not they should tell the remaining crew and guests about that issue, Laura Sherman's mind was almost entirely on the second issue at hand: did they release the man who'd promised her $7 million dollars for ensuring that at the end of all this mayhem, he walked away, uncuffed and unescorted by whatever Authorities had come to deal with him.

"Regarding Mister Vance," Karen said, finally turning the conversation to the topic on which Laura's mind was stuck, "We take off the cuffs."

The Nurse fought to maintain an emotionless expression, listening as the Captain continued, "However ... I want him to understand that he's not a free man. He will have restrictions. And the first time he does something I don't like--"

When Karen looked to her Master-At-Arms, Zoe responded with a firm, "Yes, Captain."

Karen finished, "--we put him in a raft, point toward Tarawa, and send him on his way."

"I'll show him the boat and point that direction myself," Zoe said firmly.

Laura suddenly realized that her heart was pounding hard and fast. Her fascination with Troy Vance had been piqued with his explanation of the millions of dollars at his disposal, but that interest had very quickly begun to include other delights, specifically what the two of them could do to, for, and with one another ... naked and alone.

The plain simple truth was that Laura was a bit of a ... well ... what was the right word ... slut? Yeah. That was fair. It wasn't a new phenomenon for her. She'd always been a slut. Laura partially blamed her promiscuity on her upbringing and her mother. The other part of it was that she just simply loved sex!

Laura's mother, Victoria, had gotten knocked up at 13, suffered a miscarriage, and then was impregnated yet again just a few months later. Her Bible-thumping parents, despite their religious ways and opposition to pregnancy terminations, had still kicked Vicki out of their home when they heard she was considering an abortion. She ended up living with an aunt who -- while an alcoholic and, when she could afford the drug, heroin addict -- had talked Vicki into keeping the baby, and thus, Laura was born.

Her mother's sexual habits didn't change, even after having a child. She'd get knocked up three more times over the next two years, the last at age 17. Despite the father being an abusive drunk twice her age, Vicki moved herself and her then-3-year-old daughter into the man's home. Then, when Vicki was 4 months pregnant, the prick beat her up and killed her latest child-to-be ... his child-to-be. Laura was too young to understand what her mother meant when she said that her step-daddy had died in a DUI accident, but she could still remember being happy not to see the bastard ever again.

Vicki and her daughter's persistent state of poverty had been part of the problem, of course. The former would sleep with just about anyone who help her pay her bills, while the latter was slowly learning that the way a girl got what she wanted was to give boys -- who had something to trade -- what they wanted as well. The one bright light in Laura's life was that her mother had loved and treasured her dearly and ever cent she ever earned went to caring for Laura; Vicki had stayed away from drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes, despite the vast majority of those with whom she dealt being frequent users of them.

Laura would follow in her mother's footsteps with regards to sex and relationships. She'd lost her own virginity at 13 to a man almost twice her age who paid her $200 for her cherry; at 15, she began doing threesomes, foursomes, and even what some might have called gang bangs with guys from the local university in exchange for cash and college gear that she would then sell to her high school buddies for cash; and just a few days after turning 18 -- something the owners of the site actually checked on to keep the Feds off their doorsteps -- she began hosting online webcasts where she would do just about anything with anyone so long as the money was flowing into her accounts.

She'd never had an interest in suffering pain or being marked up, even when offered cash in the four-digit range, though she had on occasion engaged in causing the pain and leaving the marks for a nice amount of compensation. These days, it was Laura's promiscuousness more than her adventurousness that brought her pleasure; she no longer fucked in public or semi-public areas, and she hadn't had a multi-partner encounter in more than two years. But she was still averaging 4 or 5 new lovers a month, mostly but not exclusive men.

She'd actually landed her job on the Majestic through her sexual prowess. After finishing nursing school, Laura had moved to Hawaii in the hopes of both finding a good job and getting some good sun. A nursing school friend of hers who'd been working aboard the Majestic had posted on her social media that she was leaving the yacht soon; in addition, she'd mentioned the Honolulu-based employment agency through which she'd gotten the job and -- most likely -- would be handling her replacement.

Laura didn't waste time; she identified the man who owned the agency, as well as the man handling the specific account, and began sleeping with them both -- individually, that is, though, she would have done them both together if it had been necessary. She might have even invited their wives into the fun if they'd asked, not that either of the 50-something men wanted their spouses to know that they were putting their cocks inside the then-24-year-old's tight holes.

It was then simply a matter of identifying the specific upcoming opening on the Majestic and telling the men that she wanted it. Without any interviews or any of the normal pre-employment stuff, Laura was on a flight to Sydney, followed up by a flight to Tarawa. Her promiscuous ways continued in Tarawa, to the joy and delight of the local men and women fortunate enough to get the now-25-year-old out of her panties.

Now, though, Laura's sexual mind was set on the man with the millions. She listened to the Captain as she finished with her instructions, then quietly slipped off the bridge amidst the others who'd been there. She headed directly for the Infirmary, wanting to speak to the Doctor about the next steps regarding the prisoner's health, welfare ... and freedom.