Faking It(9)

After lunch, we took to the sea on the ship’s Waverunners, fast and powerful jet bikes that would tear across the water, sending great plumes of spray high into the air. All, except Paul, who indicated that messing around with toys like those was not much fun after racing wheel-to-wheel with the best in the world at over 200mph. He drank cocktails in the Jacuzzi while Veronique sunbathed.

There was no way of avoiding it, though. At some point, the crewmen had to be on deck while the girls were soaking up the sun. The two guy deckhands, and even the bosun, all found themselves tripping over their own feet as Ruby and Ada lay topless on the sundeck, their full, round breasts pointing proudly up to the sky even without support. As Henry, D Cash and Britney thrashed around on the Waverunners, Bella, deciding she didn’t need a bathing suit at all, simply cast off her t-shirt and Daisy-Duke denim, to lay down naked next to the other two girls, who applauded her bravery and complimented her on her hot body. Captain Harper, up in his wheelhouse, carefully kept his gaze far out to sea, along the horizon.





Misty

The late afternoon turned into evening and the guests got drunker and friskier. I tried to be professional and successfully ignored Paul taking liberties when oiling up Veronique, letting his fingers slip somewhere entirely inappropriate. I found it hard to continue to hold my cool, though, when I delivered a scotch to D Cash as he sat on the edge of the hot-tub, with his huge black cock in Britney’s mouth and a great big grin on his face. After overhearing various conversations, I was pretty unsurprised to hear that the amazingly sexy Ruby was, in fact, a bone-fide porn-star that had been employed on one of D Cash’s more risqué rap videos, where he had taken a shine to her. Britney, I discovered, was also an adult film worker, who worked in the ‘tiny teen’ niche market, even though she was now twenty-three.

I also noticed, among everything else, that no one was treating Tyler with anything other than a genuine warmth and friendliness. There was no hint of them sucking up to him or him demanding any respect, even from Henry, his employee. He seemed totally unaffected and was just interested in everyone having a good time. It was not how I’d pictured things at all. It has to be an act, I decided.

I just hoped I didn’t get dragged into an orgy. Drinking while on charter or having any kind of relations with the guests were both grounds for instant dismissal. Obviously, part of my job involved being fun and flirty, but I always managed to keep that distance between myself and the paying customers.

Tyler, I realized as the day wore on, had been quietly avoiding me. He was polite, smiling and receptive, but not investing in getting to know me the way he did with Sarah, Tanya, or even the guys. He had been happy to ride a Waverunner with Brett at the helm, showing him what to do, before transferring to a separate one for a three-way race against the deckhand and D Cash. The race ended in victory for Brett, obviously, but there was plenty of camaraderie, bonding, and high-fiving at the finish line. He had even, at her hair-twirling, flirty suggestion, taken Tanya for a spin, her sitting extremely close to him and being friendly enough to prompt Ada into claiming loudly that it was her turn to be driven around.

But with me, I got only as little interaction as he could get away with. To get what I wanted, however, I knew I needed him to feel closer to me. I needed him to like me, to care about me and, within minutes, my opportunity arose.

Keith, Henry, and a freshly-dressed Bella were messing about on the jet bikes about a hundred yards off the starboard side. Tyler and Paul sat at a table, also to the starboard, deep in conversation, while D Cash relaxed, still in the Jacuzzi, where he could comfortably watch the half-naked women as Tanya or I brought him drinks.

I was returning to the open deck area with two new bottles of wine, along a shortcut from the upper storeroom. The route took me along a slim walkway across the very roof of the yacht’s cabins and had no handrail. It was totally normal and I, along with all the other crew, had walked this path hundreds of times and we were all completely accustomed to the danger. I saw my chance, however, as it came to the point where I needed to climb back down onto the deck at the same time as Brett came bounding through the door below me.

Brett, clearly wildly delighted to have been called back up to where so many bikini-wearing beauties were lounging, wasn’t paying full attention to his surroundings as he should have been. I looked over to see Tyler lift his gaze just in time to see Brett push the door open with enough strength for it to smack me as I was gingerly looking to find my step down. It was tough to make it look real but, by the sudden look of surprise on Tyler’s face, he was convinced I just got knocked overboard.





Tyler

It was one of those things you don’t quite believe they are happening until it’s too late. Paul and I were casually chatting about nothing very much when I looked up to see Misty stepping down onto the deck from one of the crew’s walkways. I watched the door open, one of the deckhands rush out, and the door knock into her before she reached the deck. My heart leaped into my mouth as I saw Misty lose her balance, waiver, then fall straight over the side, the two bottles she was carrying smashing against the hull of the boat as she dropped.

“Holy shit!” I cried, causing Paul to look up in alarm. I jumped up out of my chair, rushed over to the side in time to see the spray from the splash she made in the water and, without thinking, dived straight off the side after her. I don’t even think Brett, the deckhand, had even seen her fall off at that point. I heard loud and panicked cries from aboard the boat behind me, as I plummeted toward the waves, thirty feet below.