Maxine Stone's New Life
Chapter 144

Copyright© 2011 by carniegirl

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 144 - Maxine stone is a retired Air Force Noncom trying to get by in a small town. Her new life is filled with small characters and minor adventures.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Ma/Ma   Consensual   Reluctant   Coercion   Gay   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Mystery   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Transformation   Prostitution  

Lunch was ready after our little meeting, so we went into the galley to load our plates. Alice The Drunk's wife had made a large pan of pastry with hamburger, veggies and gravy inside. The food was good. I was a little surprised that she could cook so well for so many people. It was the ideal recipe for that kind of group.

"Alice how do you manage to cook for a dozen people, I could never do that," I admitted as I filled my plate the second time.

"I am the lunch lady for a high school in our home town. I cook for hundreds of kids a day, this really is like a vacation for me."

"Well the food has been delicious so far. I hope you don't give up on us." I felt the floor move under my feet. It was obvious we were underway.

"Oh my, I will have to go make sure everything has a top on it. Talk to you later Maxine," she said turning her attention away from me and to the food. I didn't mind at all.

I went to the bridge to meet the captain. I wanted to know if he planned to give me trouble. "So Captain, have you sailed this ship before?"

"This was never my ship, but I have sailed her since we both retired. I get pulled out of retirement every couple of months to carry a special load somewhere."

"Ever been to Somalia?" I asked.

"No, and I'm not looking forward to it this time either. It's a nasty dangerous place," he said.

"Well it's my job to be sure you are safe, so we should try to work together." I suggested.

"Sweetie, I'm almost seventy years old. You don't need to bullshit me. I heard a rumor on the dock that you were running guns. I don't care, but I do want it known that I am not going to die for your guns." He spoke english with an accent. My guess was that he was Greek or maybe Italian.

"Well, I hope it doesn't come to anyone dieing," I suggested.

"I heard your speech in the mess. If it comes down to it, I am going to surrender this ship and your cargo." he said.

"I'll keep that in mind," I admitted. What I kept in mind was that someone would have to lock his ass in his cabin. I didn't think they could try me for mutiny, since i would just be doing my job. After all I wasn't really a crew member. I also made a mental note to talk to Alex about his captain.

With that in mind, I went to find my tools. I didn't need the big stuff just the Glock and derringer would do for the time being.

I took the pistols from Alex even though, I figured that for most of the first week, all I had to do was work on my tan and catch up on my sleep. Even if that were the case, I wanted to be able to defend myself, if push came to, who could push the hardest.

"I'm not anywhere near the badest chick on the planet, I am just the badest one in the room at any given moment. The ones that are badder than me, don't run in my circles," I said it to Morris who had asked. I also laughed when I said it, so that he would know I wasn't being an arrogant ass.

"I keep hearing what a hard bitch you are, but I ain't seen it," he replied.

"I'm only hard when I need to be and then only as hard as I need to be. I try to always keep it proportional.

"So I also heard you like to sleep around?" he asked.

"You are just full of question aren't you?" I asked.

"I am a reporter," he informed me.

"Not on this job. If you try to be one, I will have Mike fire your ass. You are here to make images for the TV show, not do some freelance piece of this job. Remember who you are Morris." I smiled but he knew I was serious.

"Point taken," he replied.

"Good, And yes I like sex. I like sex with hard men. I like sex with soft men. I like sex with hard women and I like sex with sensitive women, I just like sex." I admitted.

"So, should I throw my hat in the ring?" he asked.

"Only if you are tired of the hat, I don't screw the men I work with." It was a lie, but I hoped he didn't know about Martin.

"This a private meeting or can anyone join in?" Alex asked as he seated himself.

"You can come on in, Morris here wanted to know, if it was true that I am a slut," I commented and watch Morris wither.

"Well are you," Alex asked.

"I am whatever I need to be, to get the results I need." I replied.

"Good, I'm the same way." Alex admitted. "So you ever had sex on a coastal freighter?"

"Good Lord, we aren't really going to do a show and tell about my sex life."

"Why not? it has to be more interesting than mine," Morris said.

"Well, I'm going to turn in, it has been a long day, I am also still suffering from jet lag," I said as I stood to go.

"Want me to walk you to your cabin?" Morris asked.

"Morris, I can find my cabin and if that was meant to reassure me, a man with a camera isn't much protection, except in case of pirate attack."

"So I take it that means, no thanks," he suggested.

"You can pretty much count on it," I said... "So good night gentlemen, I'm off."

"Ease up on her," I heard Alex say as I started to walk away. I stopped to listen.

"Are you planning to screw her yourself?" Morris asked.

"Mister Morris believe me when I say, nobody screws Maxine Stone. That comes not from me but from men who have known her in different situations, over a period of time. You can try having sex with her and might even manage it, but you aren't going to screw her.

 
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