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It felt good to get off the boat, even if just for a couple hours. The cool water refreshed me, and the girls had a blast swimming and tearing around on the wave runners. My sexual release had invigorated me, but it also awakened within me an insatiable lust for more. Like a drug addict getting his first hit in weeks. I wouldn’t be content to just masturbate anymore. I needed to fuck one of the girls.

I needed to fuck Ronky.

Bianca spied on us from the shadows of the salon all afternoon, too embarrassed to come down and swim. When everyone was back aboard, she scurried away to hide in her stateroom. Our confrontation on the flybridge had unsettled me. Her provocative allegations and defiant attitude threatened to sow discord among the others, and I couldn’t allow that to happen. I needed to defuse the situation before it got further out of hand.

When everyone had their fill of swimming, I stowed the equipment and buttoned up the ship. Then I cranked up the twin diesels and set the autopilot to four knots. While the girls prepared dinner, I slipped downstairs to my stateroom and pulled up the camera in Bianca and Ronky’s stateroom.

Bianca lay naked on her bed, her thick white thighs spread, stimulating her clit with a small vibrator. It was one from her stash. Despite her earlier protestations, she’d had no qualms availing herself of the sex toys and porn after all. A video of two women and a man in a threesome played on the television. She massaged her tits while she buzzed her clit, pinching and pulling on her small pink nipples.

I closed the laptop, walked down the hall, and knocked loudly on her door.

“Who is it?” she asked in a panicked voice. The buzzing stopped and the TV turned off. I heard a rustling of sheets.

“It’s me. Open the door.” After a long silence, I added, “Please.”

“Go away!” she shouted, but I noted that she didn’t call me a perv this time. Progress.

“I need to talk to you about something. It’s important.”

Another long pause. “About what?”

“Someone’s leaving the ship today.” I knocked again. “Come on, Bianca, open the door.”

More rustling as she quickly dressed. The door opened and she poked out her head. “Who’s leaving?” she asked, looking down the hall in both directions.

“You are.”

She paused, surprised, then slowly opened the door the rest of the way. “W-what? Why?”

“You made it abundantly clear you don’t want to be here. At least, not with me. Unfortunately, I come with the ship, so that means you’ll need to leave.”

She stood silent, her eyes scanning my face, searching for understanding. When she didn’t respond, I continued.

“We should be able to reach Grenada by morning. I’ll arrange for transportation back to Ft. Lauderdale. From there, you can catch a commercial flight back home. I’ll front the cost and take it out of the leftover cash. You can take the rest of your share with you.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out, so she closed it.

“If you’ve got something to say, now’s the time,” I said.

She crossed her arms underneath her large breasts and stared at me. “I...” She floundered and turned her head away. “I don’t want to leave.”

I crossed my arms, mirroring her pose. “Well, that’s a problem, Bianca. You leveled some pretty awful accusations against me this morning. You called me a rapist.”

She cast her eyes down. “I overreacted.”

“You overreacted?”

She looked up, angry. “I’m fucking sorry, okay?”

I held up my hand. “Look, I just don’t think this is going to work. You wanted to push me off the boat. You realize that’s the same thing as killing me, right?”

She pressed her lips together and squeezed her arms tighter around herself, smooshing her tits together. I tried not to get lost in her deep cleavage.

“I have a temper,” she said, and when that didn’t seem sufficient explanation, she added, “It gets the better of me sometimes.”

I didn’t respond. I just looked at her. She grew tense, alternating between looking at me and down at her feet. Finally, she looked up and, for the first time, I saw contrition on her face.

“I was embarrassed, okay? I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“Embarrassed about what?”

Her eyes narrowed and her voice took on a hard edge. “You know what,” she said between clenched teeth.

“What? You and Ronky? Why the fuck would you be embarrassed about that?” She stared at me, trying to figure my angle. I held out my hands and swiveled at the waist. “Look around, Bianca. No one gives a fuck what you do here, least of all me. In case you missed it, that’s the whole fucking point.”

It was obvious she hadn’t fully appreciated the concept before now. I lowered my voice, my tone conspiratorial.

“Let’s just cut the shit, shall we? You think I brought you all out here for my own reasons. Well, guess what? You’re goddammed fucking right I did.”

Her eyes flew open and she jabbed her finger at me. “Ha! I fucking knew it!” she said in a hoarse whisper. Almost like she wanted me to know she’d caught me, but didn’t want the others to overhear. Interesting.

I moved closer and she backed away, alarmed. “Try to stay with me, okay? Let’s say you had the opportunity to get a big ass yacht like this, and cruise it around the Caribbean to your own private island.” I held out both hands, palms up. “You have two choices. Take six hot guys with you, or your family. Which would you choose?” She pulled back her finger and tucked it back under her tits. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question, Bianca. Answer me.”