Chapter 18: Kitt

Friday, November 24, 2023

So.

much.

coke.

I had never seen so much powder in my life. It was everywhere. My nurse training was too embedded in me to allow me to do it, but pretty much everyone else was high. Men snorted it off women’s breasts, buttcheeks, pussies, feet, stomachs. Women snorted it off men’s cocks, balls, feet, stomachs. Name a body part; I watched someone snorting coke off it. I saw one guy snorting it right out of a woman’s asshole.

Lots of booze. Lots of ecstasy and molly. An enormous amount of Viagra. I didn’t see any meth or heroin, thank goodness. Maybe that shit was banned. I didn’t know.

Red Velvet took some getting used to. We were on a cruise ship turned into a billion-dollar luxury pleasure yacht for three days. The biggest fucking yacht I’d ever seen in my life. There were hundreds of partiers, and some of them had bedrooms, but most people fucked everywhere except their rooms. I literally couldn’t turn around without seeing people fucking.

When I went to the bathroom, people were fucking in at least one of the stalls. When I went to the entertainment ballrooms, people were fucking, or there was a sex show happening, or both. When I went to the dining room, people covered in food were fucking on the tables. One woman lay atop a table while others ate pudding and yogurt off her tits and stomach while another fucked her.

No phones or any other recording devices were allowed. Before getting on the yacht, we had to enter a tent, remove our clothing, get checked for hidden devices, and then put on a Red Velvet robe, which served as our only apparel during the weekend. And because there was such a strict policy on no recording devices, masks were optional. Most people chose to forgo them.

I saw a fair share of celebrities at the event: at least five movie stars, another half dozen TV stars, and two rock stars. Even a member of a particular royal family was present with his wife.

In addition to the robes, all performers and models were issued blue wristbands. These were like slap bracelets but thicker and with thin screens. The screens told us the time, displayed announcements, and let performers and models make sex appointments with the patrons, whose wristbands were red to distinguish them from the models.

To set up a rendezvous, all I had to do was touch my blue smart-band to a red one. This brought up a new option on the screen:

Initiate Date?

After tapping yes, I could input the agreed-upon time. Then we both typed in the agreed-upon amount of money and finished by tapping Accept Date on our screens. My band would alert me when it was nearly time and even lead me to my partner’s location on the yacht.

Thanks to my recent rocket to porn stardom, lots of people wanted to fuck me. Word also spread rapidly about the woman with the cock. Marcy had become very popular on the yacht by the end of the first day.

It was strange being on a boat with so many rich people. Money was nothing to these people. If a woman wanted to fuck me, I asked for five thousand dollars, and they paid my fee like it was pocket change. I was the Demigod of Sex, so I made it worth their while. I was screwing women all day, pounding them within an inch of their lives with as big or small of a cock as they wanted. One woman wanted to suck on a one-inch dick. That was cool with me until she started talking to me like I was her young son. When she asked if I’d wear a diaper, I said no, finished as quickly as possible, and left.

But I made sure my partners were more than satisfied. Women routinely begged me to stop giving them more orgasms as I pounded them into oblivion. And thanks to my gifts from Lilly, I could go as long as I had the energy. M had said I might make fifty thousand on the trip...

I pulled in fifty thousand on the first day.

Gina, London, and Delilah also did well on day one. London cleared ten thousand in tips. Gina brought another eight. They weren’t able to fuck like machines as I could, but they did their best. With her incredible body and mad skills, Delilah earned over twenty thousand.

Robin, on the other hand, was a different story. She fooled around with a few other women but turned down several offers from men for sex and probably only made about four or five thousand on her first day.

Many of the guests partied through the night, fueled by coke and caffeine. I didn’t go to sleep until almost four o’clock in the morning, when two women finally rolled off my face and dick covered in cum and barely coherent. I practically crawled into my cabin, my Demigod body pushed to the max of its limits. But I woke at ten o’clock, ready to go again.

London and Gina, who shared my cabin and thus my bed, got up with me. They were less energetic than me.

“My pussy is sore,” London moaned. “I’m going to have to do anal all day today.”

“I told you to pace yourself,” I told her, kissing her forehead.

“Look who’s talking,” London said. “How many women did you fuck yesterday? A hundred?”

“Two hundred.” I smacked her ass playfully and got up to shower.

Thank God for our showers. I washed after each sexual encounter, which meant I’d taken about ten of them yesterday. Most women didn’t want to ride or suck a man whose cock was caked in another woman’s cum or smelled like sweat and sex. It was understandable.

The opening act of today’s festivities was my sex show with Delilah. She and I had been practicing for several days. The show was built around Delilah gradually taking fifteen inches of my cock into her mouth and throat and then getting fucked with it. My porn partner had spent a great deal of time prepping her body to be able to do it. Now, it was time to show her off to dozens of viewers for their erotic entertainment.

We met in the changing room behind the yacht’s stage to review the plan again. Delilah was actually nervous, clenching and unclenching her hands and pacing slightly. I was a bit apprehensive, too. While I had made good money on my first day, having a great show today could further propel my earnings to the next level. And every penny counted when it came to saving money for my business.

Fortunately, our show was a huge success. We had over a hundred people watching as Delilah and I danced sultrily onstage to seductive music. As the music began to pick up, Delilah’s clothes started to come off until she was dancing with me in a corset, panties, hose, and high heels. Meanwhile, I was grinding on her in my black pants and open shirt, my hairless muscular chest and abs on display.

When my pants came off, my hardening dick bulged inside my boxer briefs. Then, to the beat of the music, she began to blow me. The crowd watched with intrigue as she went deeper and deeper until she took all fifteen inches of my cock into her throat. When she finally accomplished the feat, they erupted with applause. Then they watched us fuck in several positions until I was ready to blow and released my load onto a frenzied crowd. To my surprise, even some of the men tried to catch my load in their mouths.

After our show, round two of hedonism and debauchery began. If anything, the second day was even wilder than the first. More group sex, more orgies, more wild, drug-fueled romps. More money for Gina, London, and me. Delilah continued to pull in more than her fair share. She could go all day, fucking like a sex doll powered by the cocaine Energizer Bunny which I spotted her bumping more than once. By the end of day two, my two ladies and I had earned over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars in tips and base pay.

In the middle of the evening, I went hunting for Marcy’s cabin because I needed to talk to her about our preparations for the final day. I tried not to think about what had happened the last time I’d been around Marcy, but it kept bubbling up in my thoughts: I’d transformed into a futanari and let her fuck my vagina. I had let a woman with a cock fuck my vagina.

My life was so freaking weird. I hadn’t even had a chance to tell Gina or London about the most recent changes to my body, but I knew I needed to do it soon. I was still trying to wrap my brain around everything happening. And a Nexus? I still had no idea what that meant, either. Or Uma being my witness?

“Focus on the sex show, Kitt,” I told myself. “One thing at a time.”

Our show with Gina was the final performance. I knocked on Marcy’s door, got no response, and knocked again. Through the door, I thought I heard something, so I went inside. I paused in the doorway when I saw Robin on the bed, wondering for half an instant if perhaps I’d entered the wrong cabin. Robin sat up when she saw me and hurriedly wiped her eyes.

“I’m sorry!” she yelped. “I shouldn’t be in here. I know. I should be out there fucking, but I needed some time to myself for a minute. I thought if she couldn’t find me, she wouldn’t know I wasn’t with other people.”

“Marcy?” I asked. “You’re hiding from Marcy?”

“Not really,” Robin said in a thick voice. “She thinks I’m out there getting fucked. That’s what she told me I should do. Whatever I earn is mine to keep.”

“Oh,” was all I could think to say.

“She hasn’t ordered me to fuck anyone,” Robin continued, “but she made it clear I was free to do whatever. I just...” She trailed off and put her head back on her pillow.

“You what?”

“I don’t want to. I don’t need to.” Robin sounded genuinely miserable.

“Then why did you come here?”

“I just want a life with Marcy.”

“Uh...” I scratched the back of my head, trying to figure out the right way to tell Robin what I was thinking. “Do you think ... Are you sure you’ll ever have a normal life with Marcy?”

“Not a normal life,” Robin said. “That’s not what I want. I just want a life with her.”

“Why Marcy?” I asked, instantly regretting it. “Not that there’s anything wrong with her. I do like Marcy. I’m just curious about what you find so special about her. You seem stuck on her. Does that make sense?”

Robin nodded. “Marcy came to me when I was at a very low point. Married to a gay man, fucking his son who is my age, and feeling miserable about myself. Marcy didn’t judge me. She and I forged a bond until I fucked it up. And yet, she still gave me more chances. And even more than that ... When I’m with her, and she’s with me in the moment, it’s like I’m her whole world. I want that. I don’t care how crazy things get around us.”

I could understand that. I stroked her hair very lightly to comfort her.

“I don’t care if she wants to fuck other people. I kind of like that, too. I want her to be honest and talk to me about it before she does it. Instead, it’s more like she goes out and fucks people and tries to hide it or guiltily tells me about it after. She has no idea how to treat a partner.”

“Is that why you wear the collar?”

“She wants me to stop wearing it,” Robin said as she fingered the collar, “but she doesn’t want to treat me as an equal.”

“Have you tried telling her all this stuff?”

The cabin door opened before Robin could answer my question. Marcy entered the room. She stopped when she saw me on the bed with Robin. Marcy’s facial expression soured instantly.

“Nothing happened,” I said at once. “I came here looking for you.”

“What are you doing?” she asked coldly.

I wasn’t sure if Marcy was talking to me or Robin because she was looking at both of us. The longer I looked at her, the more I realized how disheveled and tired she appeared. Her hair was messed up, caked with someone’s fluids. Her eyes were bloodshot, pupils wide. Clearly, Delilah wasn’t the only person dipping in the party powder.

“Just talking,” we both said. My hand was still on Robin’s head, frozen in place.

“Get out, Kitt,” Marcy said. “Now.”

I stood and headed toward the door. I was much taller than Marcy, but she was no willowy woman. I braced myself for the possibility that she might physically lash out at me. Thankfully, she didn’t. But she did size me up as I neared her.

“Stay away from Robin,” Marcy hissed.

“I came here looking for you. We have a show tomorrow. I wanted to make sure we were ready for everything.”

“Maybe I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“That will cost you a lot of money,” I warned. “Because I’ll still do it with Gina.”

“Of course you will,” Marcy sneered. “You love fucking all of my sloppy seconds, don’t you? First Jade, then Gina. I bet your little prick twitches every time you see Robin. Doesn’t it? Or maybe it’s me you’ve wanted to bone all this time. Do you get hard every time you think about our show tomorrow? When you finally get to put it in me?”

“You’re delusional,” I lied. The truth was when Jade and I dated, I’d fantasized about fucking Marcy many times.

“Must drive you crazy how I got your ability in a roundabout way from Jade instead of you getting to take a dip inside my box.”

“And it must drive you crazy that Gina ran straight to me after leaving you.” I spat the words at her like poison in my mouth.

Marcy’s fists twitched, and her jaw clenched. If she could stare daggers at me, I would have been pierced many times over. “Stay the fuck away from Robin.”

“Learn to treat your women better; they might not leave you for me.”

Before she could respond, I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I waited outside the door for a moment and then heard the shouting begin. Sighing, I walked away. It was not my business.

Later that evening, I saw Robin out and about in a tight dress and her collar, her mouth on one man’s dick, and her pussy filled with another while jerking off two other guys. Her face and hair were already caked with both wet and dried man batter, but that seemed to be what these guys wanted: railing a filthy, slimy cumslut. Robin caught my eye as I passed but quickly looked away from me and began moaning very loudly.

I took in my surroundings and didn’t necessarily love what I saw. Everyone around me was high, stoned, or drunk and fucking their brains out. I was helping them do it. Where was the love, the passion, or the connection? It was just pleasure for the sake of pleasure. Not that there was anything inherently wrong with that, but spending three days soullessly fucking insanely wealthy women didn’t seem right. I decided this would be my only Velvet experience. Any future invitations would be declined.

But since I was here already, I figured I might as well make my money and enjoy the experience for what it was: pure, unadulterated hedonism. I checked my watch and saw I had another appointment in fifteen minutes. An older gentleman wanted to see if his young hot wife could take sixteen inches of dick in her pussy. I told him there was no way, but he wanted to see it while he fucked her ass. And he was paying me three thousand dollars for it.