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At the last moment, Charlie remembered not to slam the toilet door. He closed it with barely a click, then locked it for good measure. He hoped to hell the Captain hadn’t gotten wind of him being there.

Not usually prone to listening in on others’ conversations, this one he strained to hear. With his ear pressed to the door, he heard Pet greet the Captain.

“Well, hello, Captain Driscoll. This is an unexpected surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Pardon the intrusion, Petula. When I saw tonight’s dinner list, your name wasn’t on it. When I inquired at the dining room as to why, they told me you had canceled. I feared you had become ill.”

Charlie would have laughed, had he not been so bloody pissed off. “Petula?…I feared you had become ill?” He muttered to himself, “That son of a bitch.” He wondered how the hell Pet would handle it.

He heard her laugh and quite naturally explain, “Oh, no, I’m not the least bit ill. I have work to do. I’m working on designs for my new collection and preparing for a show in London at the same time. The scheduling for the show is brutal. It happens practically as soon as I step off the ship.”

“Surely, Petula, you could take some time to have a meal with me.”

Charlie figured the Captain wouldn’t give up easily. He hoped Pet could say no to him.

“I’ve already arranged to take my meals in my cabin, with some of my staff. That’s the joy of being the boss. I can arrange working dinners and no one can complain. Isn’t that correct, Jennifer?” He heard Pet pause, then say, “Oh, I am sorry, Captain Driscoll, this is Jennifer. She’s one of my models.”

Charlie heard Jen respond, “It certainly is a pleasure to meet you.”

“And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jennifer. Can’t you please talk some sense into your boss for me?”

“I’m afraid, Captain, there’s no talking her out of it. We have to get ready for the show. What’s left of this trip is the best opportunity we’ll have.”

Before the Captain could say anything, Pet went for the jugular. “Perhaps I can arrange for my seat to be filled this evening by another of my models. Jennifer, don’t you think Suzy would enjoy meeting the Captain?”

“Let me ring her up and ask if she’s available.”

Just when Charlie thought the ladies had the situation in hand, he heard the Captain ask, “I see you’ve also had your luncheon here. Seems I missed meeting another member of your staff.”

“That would be my assistant, Derrick. I sent him back to his cabin to gather some sketches I left with him. He’ll be back in a bit.”

“Excuse me, Captain Driscoll. I have Suzy on the line. If it wouldn’t be an intrusion, she would be delighted to take Petula’s seat this evening. Would that be acceptable?”

“Yes, indeed, it surely would.”

“Splendid.” Charlie heard Jennifer give Suzy the news, and then add, “Captain, Suzy wants to know if perhaps you could show her the bridge after dinner?”

“I don’t see why not.” Charlie could tell that the Captain, just like the rest of the crew, wanted some female company. Pet giving him a substitute did the trick.

“Captain Driscoll, I do appreciate your concern. I am so sorry I will miss dinner, but as you well know, duty calls.”

“Perhaps before the voyage ends, you will do me the honor of sharing dinner with me privately.”

“Thank you, Captain. I will certainly remember you made the offer.”

Charlie murmured, “Yeah, so will I.”

He waited for the all clear from Pet before emerging from the loo. When he came out, Pet had another G and T waiting for him. “Here, you look like you could use this.”

Charlie took the glass, but didn’t drink. He gestured toward the door with the glass. “You know that son of a bitch wants to get laid. He had his eye on you.”

Pet held her ground with Charlie. “Well, he’s too frigging late, isn’t he? You beat him to it.” Then she turned to Jennifer. “Jen, ring Derrick and make sure he knows he had lunch with us this afternoon. While you’re at it, let him know he’s invited to an exclusive party tomorrow night. Tell him there will be someone there who wants to meet him, and that if he tells anyone, I’ll personally cut off his knackers and feed them to him.”

Charlie had a good swallow of his G and T before he asked, “What about the other two girls? Do they know about tomorrow night?”

“I’ll call them, too, and tell them what’s what,” Jennifer volunteered.

Charlie asked Pet, “Can we trust them to keep their mouths shut? If Suzy ends up shagging the Captain tonight, loose lips can really sink this ship.”

“Don’t worry. They travel with me frequently. They know how to keep a secret, don’t they, Jen?”

Jennifer laughed. “Working for Pet, they have to, professionally and personally.”

While Jennifer rang up the others, Charlie whispered to Pet, “I don’t want to rush things along, but we should get going soon. Dinner will be delivered in a couple of hours, and then I have to leave.”

Pet trailed her finger down the crack of his arse and whispered back, “Understood.”

When Jennifer finished making her calls, she reported back to Pet. “Derrick values his knackers and won’t breathe a word. He also knows to cover for this afternoon if it comes up. Suzy understands the whole thing now and is cool with it. Tess has a request.”

Pet seemed bemused. “And what would that be?”

Jennifer spoke directly to Charlie. “Do you know someone named Sparky?”

“Sure I do. Why?”

“Tess has been seeing him. She’s spent the last few nights in his cabin. She said she won’t come to the party unless he’s invited.”

Charlie had just sipped his G and T and practically blew it out his nose. “Are you shitting me?”

“No, that’s what she said.”

Pet interjected, “Does he have a key?”

“Sure he does. He’s the one that gave it to me to copy.”

“Then we can invite him, can’t we?”

“We absolutely can. Morgy may have already told him. I’ll call him now and make sure.”

“Brilliant! Then Tess will come.”

While Charlie called Morgy, Pet wheeled the lunch cart into the hall and put the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door.

When Pet returned, she caught Charlie whispering something into Jennifer’s ear. Jennifer giggled. “Go ahead, ask her. I dare you.”

“Ask me what?”

“How many pairs of knackers have you cut off?”

“Enough to earn the respect of the men who work for me.”

Charlie covered his balls protectively. “Are mine safe?”

“For now.”

“Tough, isn’t she?”

Jennifer giggled again, something Yooralla never did. “She can be. To do what she’s done, she has to be.” Then Jennifer shocked the shit out of Charlie. She pulled her dress over her head. She only had panties on underneath. Next, she peeled those down her long bronze legs and kicked them off. “Pet, should we get Charlie warmed up?”

“Oh, yes, Jen, I think that’s what we should do.”

Jennifer walked right past Charlie. As Pet took off her dress, she kept her eyes riveted to Jen’s tits. Jennifer waited until Pet tossed the dress on the floor; then she knelt in front of her. Charlie about pissed himself when Jen buried her face in Pet’s blond curls.

Pet moaned. She squeezed her own tits, one in each hand. When she looked directly at Charlie, he held her stare. They were doing this for him. There was no question about that. As quickly as he could, he shed all of his clothes. Hell, why not? These ladies knew what they wanted, and so did he. Charlie wanted both of them, and fuck, yes, he would have them both.

Charlie knelt beside Jennifer and slid his hand between her legs. Jen squirmed, then moaned into Pet’s pussy. In turn, Pet whispered, “God, Jen, that is so good!”

Charlie looked up. With no inhibition about him watching her, she pinched her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Their eyes met again. As he always did, he spoke his mind. “Let’s go into the bedroom. I want to shag Jen while she licks you.”

Pet put her hand on Jen’s head. “No, right here, let’s do it right here.” She sat down in the armchair and propped her right leg over the arm. “Do me, Jen, eat me till I come.”

Charlie’s view of Pet’s pussy spread wide nearly made him spurt. He took a couple of deep breaths as Jennifer crawled like a panther toward Pet’s open legs. Again she buried her face in the deep, blond crevice. Pet lifted her arse off the chair as Jen lapped at her.

As he positioned himself behind Jen, memories of Yooralla flashed in Charlie’s mind. Rather than dampening his arousal, the thoughts of what they had done together poured gasoline on his fire.

He had wanted for years to fuck her again. The wildness in her had driven him to do things he had never done with anyone else. Now, as he entered the first dark pussy he’d had since Yooralla left him, the surge of untamed power she’d triggered in him overtook him once more.

Somewhere in the haze of his own arousal and memories, he heard Pet hiss at him, “Fuck her, Charlie, fuck her until she begs you to stop. You know you want to make her scream.”

And he did want to make her scream. He lunged forward, driving his prick into Jennifer until it would go no farther. Jennifer groaned and pushed backward, but she didn’t lift her head. She never broke contact with Pet, sucking and licking all the while.

Even with his balls about to explode, he remembered to ask, “Pet, is she on the pill, too?”

“Of course, she is. All my girls are!”

When Charlie heard that, he cut loose. He banged Jennifer’s ass with everything he had, his cock sliding in and out of her like a steam-powered piston. Her cunt gripped him, and he could feel the Aborigine in her, just as he had Yooralla. He knew how to fuck her to make her come. She needed it hard and fast. As his momentum increased, so did hers, her ass thumping his pelvis with every thrust.

He had been so focused on Jennifer, he hadn’t noticed Pet go over the top. When she squealed, “Motherfuck, yes!” Charlie saw her writhing in the chair. The intensity of Pet’s orgasm affected Jennifer. She rubbed her cheek against Pet’s inner thigh and dragged her chin across Pet’s clitoris.

He reached under Jennifer and squeezed her breast as hard as he could; then he said with a grunt, “You’re so fucking ripe. Come for me, baby, come hard for me.”

Jennifer braced herself, one hand on each of Pet’s thighs. She pushed herself back on Charlie’s cock so hard, she nearly knocked him onto the floor. Like two dingoes humping in the bush, he rode her and she took him in.

Suddenly her cunt gripped his prick, and spasms rippled through his balls. With a passion he hadn’t felt since going to sea, he trembled as scalding liquid shot out of his penis. He ground his pelvis into Jennifer’s arse, letting her pussy drain his balls dry. Thanks to Pet, Charlie had himself another hot Aborigine lover.

Before he pulled out of Jennifer, he caught Pet’s eye. He winked at her and she blew him a kiss. She was one hot sheila, all right. It amazed him she didn’t seem to mind him shagging Jennifer, and, in fact, she appeared to have enjoyed it as much as he did.

Still feeling randy, he wrapped his arm around Jennifer’s waist and fell backward onto the floor, taking her with him. She squealed in surprise as she landed on his chest. Then she dissolved into a fit of giggles.

She rolled off him, still trying to get her breath. “Flippin’ ’ell, why did you do that?”

“Felt like it.” The afterglow of a good fuck had settled in on Charlie. He’d begun to feel damned sleepy.

Pet noticed and practically pounced on him. “Oh, no, you don’t, Mr. Third Assistant Engineer. You don’t get a nap. There’s not enough time. Jen, help me keep him awake.”

“I’d love to!” The next thing Charlie knew, he lay sandwiched between two naked women, both of them feeling him up.

Pet whispered into his ear, “The clock is ticking, Charles. You’ve already had five minutes. You have twenty-five more to get it up again. The agreement was you’d do both of us before dinner.”

Charlie smiled a contented, sleepy smile. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

Pet squeezed his balls, hard enough to get his attention. “You bloody well did!”

Jennifer pinched his nipple. “Don’t hurt him, Pet—at least not too much.”

Charlie raised himself up on his elbows. “If you ladies kill me, you’re going to have one hell of a time explaining what happened!”

Pet leaned over, licked his neck and whispered into his ear, “And you’ll die a happy man.”

Charlie shivered, the unexpected rush of warm air in his ear gave him chills. “Jesus Christ! You are trying to kill me.” He pushed himself up with his hands and stood. “If I’m going to die, at least let me die in bed.”

Leaving Pet and Jennifer on the floor in the sitting room, he went into Pet’s bedroom and made himself comfortable on her bed. He knew they would eventually follow him. In the meantime, he drowsily closed his eyes.

He really didn’t mean to doze, but he must have. He bolted awake when something wet and cold hit his chest. Pet stood over him with a gin and tonic in her hand. She had just poured some of it on him.

“What the frigging hell are you doing?”

“Waking you up.”

He looked around and didn’t see Jennifer. “Where’s Jen? Did she leave?”

“No, she’s in the loo cleaning up. You gave her quite a ride. It left her a bit sticky.”

Charlie stared at Pet’s matted blond curls. “Looks like Jennifer did the same to you.”

“She did. Jen knows what she’s doing.”

“Seemed to enjoy doing it, too.” Charlie pointed to the glass in Pet’s hand. “Are you going to offer me that drink or just pour it on me?”

Pet took a sip, but she didn’t offer the glass to Charlie. She looked him over, slowly studying his entire body. “You know, you’re really quite well built.”

“I’ll say he is!” Jen had just come into the bedroom. “He’d look like a bodybuilder if he shaved his chest.”

“The tousled brown hair and matching brown eyes set off the muscles nicely. He should model men’s clothes. There’s a market for that look.” Pet handed her drink to Jen. “Want some?”

“Thanks.” Jennifer took the glass and had a healthy swallow.

Charlie eyed Jen, and then Pet. Both women were still naked, and both were getting under his skin, in more ways than one.

Suddenly, and unexpectedly, he grabbed Pet’s hand and pulled her onto the bed beside him. “Let’s get this straight. I’m not shaving my chest and I’m not strutting down some runway like a bloody twink! Got that?”

Pet reached between them and closed her hand around his prick. “Oh, yes, Charlie, I’ve got it. And it’s getting deliciously hard.”

Pushing his advantage, Charlie dared her. “Why don’t you suck me like you did last night?”

Charlie’s challenge didn’t go unnoticed. Jennifer offered her support. “Go ahead, Pet. Blow him. I’ll work the other half.” She put her glass on the night table and crawled into bed beside Charlie.

Pet still had her hand on him, but she had not moved otherwise.

Charlie chided her. “Well? Are you going to suck me like I asked you?”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Pet didn’t move a muscle.

Charlie put his arm around Jen. “Why the hell shouldn’t I? In bed with two beautiful sheilas, already shagged one, gonna shag the other. Of course, number two might not get hers, if she doesn’t give me some oral attention.”

“Blackmailing me?”

Charlie caressed Jennifer’s breast. “Whatever it takes.” He could see Pet wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of orders. “Well, boss lady, what’s it going to be?”

“Jen, could I have my glass back, please?”

“Sure, Pet.” Charlie could hear the question in Jen’s voice. It was the same question he had. What the fuck?

Jen gave Pet the glass. She took a sip and held it in her mouth, all the while watching Charlie. Then she raised the glass high in the air and tipped it, pouring a thin line of her drink down the length of his stomach to his groin.

Charlie jumped. “Jesus Christ!”

Before he had a chance to act on impulse and get off the bed, Pet barked, “Jen, keep him still.” The tone seemed to need a “Yes, ma’am” to punctuate it.

Just like they had rehearsed it, Jennifer lurched forward and practically threw herself across his chest. Too stunned by this performance to react, Charlie missed his chance to free himself. Pet set her glass on the floor and proceeded to crawl onto his legs. He found himself pinned to the bed by two naked women.

Now more perturbed than aroused, Charlie growled, “Petula, I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but I didn’t sign on for this bullshit.” He figured if he put all of his weight into it, he could throw them both off. But he thought better of it, for fear he might hurt one of them. He chose the more civilized approach. “Let me up. I’ll get dressed and go.” He meant it.

“Don’t be silly! You can’t leave now. I’m about to deliver the goods.”

Pet leaned down. Jennifer, lying across his chest, blocked his view. He couldn’t see Pet’s head at all. He braced himself, not knowing what to expect. When he felt her lapping at the gin on his stomach like a cat drinking milk, he closed his eyes and moaned.

She followed the trail she had poured down his stomach to his navel, pausing there to lick out the pool that had collected inside his innie. Then she continued her agonizingly slow journey down to his groin. By the time her chin bumped the tip of his penis, he had a full-blown woody.

Charlie still couldn’t see her head, but he heard her speak to Jennifer. “Jen, are you okay like that?”

“I’m fine, Pet. Feels kind of good, actually. He’s hard as a rock.”

“He is down here, too. Why don’t you scoot up just a bit, so he can feel your tits and your ass while I suck him? That should really get him revved up.”

Charlie had been so preoccupied with Pet, he hadn’t been aware of Jennifer’s breasts pressed into his chest. When she slid across him as Pet suggested she do, the sensation of her hard nipples rolling over his skin was right out of a wet dream.

He closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath. Jennifer’s weight on his chest prevented him from inhaling too deeply. While trying to calm himself, he suddenly realized he didn’t need to fight this. He could just relax and enjoy it.

In a matter of seconds, Pet would be sucking his dick. Jennifer had just positioned herself so he could squeeze her tits and rub her ass. This wasn’t just a wet dream, it was a frigging porn movie! His mates would think he was full of shit if he ever told them. They’d never believe it!

Jennifer’s breasts draped over the side of his chest, hanging heavily like ripe tomatoes on the vine. He filled his hand with one and squeezed. Jennifer sighed. With his other hand, he stroked her ass. To his delight, he discovered he could reach between her legs, which he did with considerable satisfaction.

He noticed Pet had raised her head, and had apparently been watching him make a move on Jennifer. “I see you’re finally getting into the spirit of things.”

Charlie chuckled. “Don’t know if I am or not. But I do know I’d have to be dead not to cop a feel. Isn’t that right, Jen?”

Jen’s arse undulated as she humped his hand. “Charles, being felt up never felt so good. Cop away.”

“Pet, I’m still waiting for you to suck me off. Oh, and by the way, my legs are numb. Think you could shift a bit?” Even in his immobilized state, Charlie still felt as though he had regained the upper hand in this unusual standoff.

“Spread your legs apart.”

“Isn’t that what I should be telling you?” Charlie countered.

“Not this time, you bugger. By the time I climb on it, your nuts will be ready to crack open.” Charlie finally understood what she meant to do. He wondered what the Chaplain would say when they buried him at sea.

As he had done with women on many occasions, Pet now did to him. She forced his legs wide open with her knees. He resisted the impulse to protectively close them, reminding himself that this would be a shag to end all shags. Hell, everybody had to die sometime. He could think of worse ways to have it all end.

First she fondled his balls, gently squishing the soft sacs in the palm of her hand. “Charles, even your testicles are picture-perfect.”

“And what kind of pictures have you been looking at, Petula?”

“Models send me their portfolios. I use men, too.”

“Fuck, I figured that one out already.”

“I expect you have.” She looked him in the eye when she asked, “Do you regret getting involved with me?”

“Hell no! Never met a woman before as strong as you are. And you introduced me to Jen.” He pulled his hand out from between’s Jennifer’s legs and swatted her arse.

“Ouch! That hurt.” She didn’t give him time to apologize before she said, “Do it again.”

Happy to oblige, he slapped her lovely chocolate arse. “You like that, sweetheart?”

Jennifer squirmed against him, attempting to rub her pussy on his chest. “I quite fancy it, thank you.”

“Maybe you’ll like this, too.” Charlie slid his middle finger inside her vagina.

Jennifer moaned. “Oh, yes, darling, I fancy that, too.”

Without warning, Pet’s mouth closed over his prick. He involuntarily lurched and jammed his finger deeper into Jennifer than he had intended. She yelped.

He muttered, “Sorry” as Pet once again sucked him harder than anyone ever had.

Jen giggled, as she seemed to do often. “That’s all right. Just watch the fingernails. Keep doing what you’re doing. It feels bloody wonderful.”

Charlie barely managed to say, “Will do.” Pet’s ministrations had him breathless.

Wanting to please Jen as much as he could, he again wiggled his middle finger inside her cunt and caressed her breast. She responded as he’d hoped she would, with a squirm and a sigh. As long as he massaged her, she would be fine.

Pet had him right where she wanted him. Part of him resisted the idea of a sheila besting him, and part of him relished it. He’d never known a woman like this, someone so used to being in charge that she also gave the marching orders in the bedroom. He wondered if Pet would take to having her arse swatted the same way Jennifer did. That’s something he hoped to find out before the voyage ended.

Charlie remembered how Pet had reacted to watching him shag Jennifer. If Pet mounted him as he expected her to do, he knew what would get her going the same way she had gotten to him. He had a plan. This would certainly be a good one.

He couldn’t see Pet, but he sure as hell could feel her. She had stretched out between his legs, and had his boner in her mouth. Jesus, could she suck dick! Her jaw muscles were strong enough to play a trumpet. She either did this frequently, or she really did belong in the brass section.

Charlie tried to focus on Jennifer, even with being eaten alive by Pet. For his plan to work, he had to get Jennifer close to the edge. He fingered her cunt with one hand and pinched her nipples with the other. From the way she tried to hump his hand, he knew she was getting close. So was he. Pet had better get to it soon, or she would be shit out of luck.

“Hey, boss lady, can you hear me down there?” Pet didn’t respond. She just kept lapping at him. “Well, you’d better listen up. You’re going to have to swallow soon, and you won’t get laid.”

That got her attention. Pet lifted her head. “All right, then. I’m ready.”

Jennifer raised herself on her hands, meaning to get up. Pet stopped her. “No, Jen. I want you to stay there, if you’re all right with that.”

“Christ, yes, I’m all right with it. What he’s doing to me is fucking brilliant!” Jen settled back on top of Charlie’s chest.

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right with it?”

“I know you are, Mr. Third Assistant Engineer. Just like you’ll be all right with this.”

Pet straddled him, keeping eye contact with him as she did. Charlie held her stare. He instinctively knew this was a showdown between them. He wouldn’t be the one to surrender.

He knew Pet meant to ride him until he exploded inside her. It was about time he let her know she had met her match.

He needed Jennifer’s help. “Jen?”

“Charlie?”

“Sweetheart, I want to take you over the top. What do you need to get there?”

While he spoke to Jennifer, Pet had positioned his prick at her wet opening. He gritted his teeth, trying not to shoot.

Jennifer directed him. “Charlie, rub my clit hard. I need that to finish.”

Never taking his eyes off Pet, he found the small nub between Jennifer’s legs. He rubbed it hard, just as Pet lowered herself onto his boner. He groaned, but held on.

Jennifer humped his hand as he rubbed. “Fucking ’ell, that’s good. Harder, Charlie, harder!”

He obliged. Pet rode him with everything she had, bobbing up and down like a buoy in rough water. They were in a dead heat, racing to a photo finish. A betting man couldn’t have called this one. With the three of them all close, the climax could not be predicted.

Jen took the prize. She squealed and thumped her pelvis against Charlie’s chest. Gathering all of his willpower, he finger fucked Jen as she orgasmed, and lifted his arse off the bed at the same time, driving his cock deeply into Pet. The sensation, along with Jennifer’s orgiastic release, proved too much for Pet. She shuddered and slammed herself down on Charlie’s prick.

Again he thrust upward, making sure he sent Pet over the top. Only then, did he ejaculate, allowing the steam in his balls to vent, and the scalding liquid to spill.

Yes, sir, the boss lady had definitely met her match.