Chapter 1: You Meet the Strangest People

Holy shit, I thought, she's gonna make him cum right here in the hot tub and neither one of them gives a damn that I'm ten feet away watching every fondle, every squeeze. And whenever one of them looks my way, they can see that I have one hand on the side of the tub and the other one under water, rubbing where no decent woman rubs in public.

Let me set the scene. My name is Dorothy; you may remember me from Happy Birthday, also by maryjane on this website. The start of this story was originally intended to be the conclusion of that one but I became in a hurry to post the prior one. Anyway, if you read that prior one, fine, but it's totally unnecessary for this one.

I'm now 26, ten years older than that prior story. I'm now the Cruise Director on the brand new "Magnificent Lollypop", a luxury liner with only 554 passengers, every cabin and suite with a large veranda. I started out with this line just after my college graduation as an Assistant Cruise Director, supervising children's games and calling out Bingo numbers.

It only took five years for me to fuck my way up through the ranks to become the first Cruise Director on this new ship. At first, it was simple nepotism, since my Daddy owns the cruise line. You've heard the old expression, 'this is my daughter, and she's going to start out at the bottom for two weeks'. Well, it took longer than that. Some of the officers were hesitant to fuck me because they were afraid that Daddy might learn and disapprove – even though he and I had often rubbed body parts way back when. And I was afraid to fuck some of the officers because I thought they might be spies solicited by Daddy to keep an eye on me.

But hard work, decent skills and liberal use of my pussy and mouth finally carried the day.

The Lido Deck was almost like the deck of that name on every cruise ship. In the rear, it features a buffet area for breakfast and lunch, in our case supplemented by outdoor seating and a small swimming pool and hot tub. The center of the ship has the main pool with a regular hot tub at each corner. Ahead of that is the spa and health club. But in front of that, the Magnificent Pinafore features a huge hot tub, unknown to most passengers and accessible only through the Men's and Ladies locker rooms. Where an average hot tub can hold maybe seven or eight at once, the tub I'm describing could probably hold 40 or 50 people comfortably.

On a late afternoon, with the ship steaming due South on the Pacific side of the U.S. toward South America, the sun was rapidly descending toward the Horizon. Pool areas were rapidly thinning out as couples – no children welcome on this ship – returned to their cabins for drinks, orgasms and showers, usually in that order. I was all alone in the huge tub, enjoying a break, sipping a drink, enjoying the quiet and the last rays of the day.

Then I was joined by Patrick and Kathy, each emerging from the appropriate locker room. I had quickly learned their names the first night out from Vancouver. They approached me to say hello as I was sitting at a bar, having just introduced the comedian to the show audience and as I waited to go back on stage and announce the mandatory 'wasn't he great?'

It had taken only one glance for me to understand the people in front of me. Patrick was sixty if he was a day, tall and erect, judicial gray mane (he was a businessman). I could tell that he had class. On him the mustache looked good, though I generally prefer a smooth face when a man goes down on me. Kathy was between nineteen and twenty-two, extremely pretty, totally overdressed for the first night of a cruise in a strapless gown that accented a lovely rack made for sucking and hips made for fucking.

Only one question remained, and I chose not to ask it aloud. How much was he paying for her companionship on a sixteen day cruise? For surely she was not with him for love.

My guess would have been USD 10,000 to 15,000. She was clearly not a pickup nor a plain old whore; she was a top drawer call girl.