Yuna met up with her friends after a shower, still feeling quite good. They explored the ship, its venues, its clubs, its little art gallery and more.
On deck they found the adults only area and the boys joked that it was for orgies. The girls rolled their eyes. They noticed though, that their was another deck, above it, only accessible from the adults pool area. It was guarded by a crew member, a pretty Indian woman who wore a jacket, but no shirt or bra, her nipples were pierced with rings that had what looked like a diamond on them.
As they approached she smiled and said, “I’m sorry, but the Diamond Elite pool area is only for Diamond Elite members and their guests.” None of them could take their eyes off her piercings. There was nothing strange about it, but it wasn’t something you saw normally.
They joined in a trivia game and had drinks at a bar overlooking the ocean. They changed and went to dinner. Yuna found herself scanning the faces as they walked through the crowded decks.
After dinner there was a show in the ships theater. They found seats and Yuna found herself scanning the crowd again. Looking for a white face. The face of a man who she felt certain was American.
She finally spotted him, up in a private balcony booth. He was looking at the stage and she could just make out the back of a blonde head bobbing up and down in his lap. She was shocked. Not that the man was getting head so publicly, there was nothing strange about that. She couldn’t believe the boat was large enough to have a theater with private balconies. There was a sign on it that said “Diamond Elite.”
She realized she was staring just as his eyes turned towards hers. He smiled and raised his hand in a small wave. She blushed and looked away. Though, as the show started, a mix of singing, acrobatics, and comedy, she kept glancing up to his booth, though it was hard to see more than his silhouette in the dark.
After the show they went to a club. Dancing and having fun. Yuna even let some men dance with her, but only the cute white ones. She drank too much and as she got back to her room, she began to drunkenly masturbate. Imagining that some other woman had been looking up to the private booth, but that it had been the back of Yuna’s head sliding up and down in the man’s lap. She switched hands part way through, bringing the wet fingers to her nose to inhale her dark scent and then tasting them.
She was asleep moments after finishing.
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The next day was lovely. A late breakfast with drinks to help with the hang overs. Fortunately she had drank plenty of water and it was mild. Then they found the mini golf course followed by splitting up for private time. Lee and Kim joked that they had to tend to their boyfriends appetites, Lee even rubbed her ass onto her boyfriends crotch. Moon just blushed, though she took her own boyfriend by the hand and led him back towards the rooms as well.
Yuna ended up walking the ship for awhile, looking for a certain face. She didn’t see him, but did notice that a few women were nude in areas that weren’t strange, but still a bit of a shock to walk across. They were all quite pretty though and Yuna found herself stopping to admire a pretty middle eastern woman sunbathing in the nude.
She ended up finding her way to the gym for a 30 minute workout and getting a shower in afterwards before meeting her friends for lunch.
They had decided to eat and swim at the Adults Only pool section. One of the boys had pointed out that there were a bunch of activities that looked like fun. Yuna noted they seemed a bit risque. A dating game, a wet t-shirt contest, a hairiest man contest, and a beer chug. But still, when on vacation, why not have some fun.
They sat at a table near the stage and were served lunch as they watched the crew lead a number of amusing activities. Yuna realized she could see the railing of the Diamond Elite section easily and as the game started, a few people stood up there to watch. None where the white man. While she could only see the watchers from the waist up, they were all topless. She wondered if they had anything on at all.
The beer chug, was won by a small white woman. A hairiest man competition, which was as gross as it was funny, won by a middle eastern man. The dating game turned out to be a sort of game like newly wed were the couple had to correctly answer, mostly dirty, questions and got points when they matched.
Yuna and her friends loved it. They had a number of drinks each and were finishing lunch, Yuna feeling a bit tipsy, when the crew announced a wet T-shirt contest.
The girls snickered and the boys egged each of their girlfriends to go up. The reward, was a $200 ship credit and the rules were that the shirt went OVER the bathing suit. The MC laughed as he said, “Ladies, we legally have to recommend that you keep your top on . . . but that’s just a recommendation.”
Lee, of course, jumped up immediately. She was the wild one of the group if you were being nice. The slutty one if you were feeling mean. She was the one that jumped up on bars to dance, that threw her bra onto the stage at concerts, that openly talked about her sex life. She had invited Yuna, more than once as a joke, to join her in threesomes with her boyfriend. Jokes that Yuna had sometimes wished were serious offers, if not for the fact that she had no interest in her friends boyfriend. He was ok as a friend, but the sort of guy that had to show off how macho he was all the time, something that always struck Yuna as a bit pathetic and screaming of insecurities that turned her off.
Yuna laughed and cheered though, having Lee up there would be quite fun, but then Lee was grabbing her by the hands and saying, “Come on Yuna, lets go together, with those boobs you are sure to win.”
Yuna felt panic within her. “No,” she stammered. The idea of all those eyes on her. She hated feeling like she was being a show off. She loved Lee, but felt embarrassed by the way the woman seemed so badly to need male, and female, attention.
But then, her eyes strayed back up to the Diamond Elite balcony and saw him. Standing there, resting on the balcony on his elbows, flanked by a topless black woman and a topless Chinese woman. His eyes were directly on her and he was smiling. Yuna felt her mouth go dry. He hadn’t told her to do it, he hadn’t asked, but she could tell from his face that he was hoping she would.
And she found herself blushing, but letting Lee pull her up onto the stage. She tried not to look back up at him, but as she took a white shirt from the MC, she glanced and saw him give her a thumbs up. It made her feel warm and happy in a way that made her feel like a stupid little girl.
The shirt was so thin, it was already see through before she even put it on, her bikini clearly showing through it. Lee was already showing off next to her, dancing a bit to the music, as were some of the other women on stage.
Then she thought she heard a cultured American voice call out something. A weird sensation of feeling words passing through her. Something about removing the bikini.
But no, it was just an idle fancy. Her head hurt for a moment as she realized that she hadn’t heard the voice.
One of the girls on stage, a drunk girl yelling in french, suddenly stripped the bikini off from under her shirt and threw it to a table cheering in French. It set off a chain reaction as a number of others started doing the same, including Lee. Yuna didn’t want to do it. She felt like she had to though, if all the others were doing it, it wasn’t strange at all that she should do it too. But deep down she knew it was unlike her. This was the action of an attention starved slut. Like one of the women in the erotica she loved to read.
She carefully reached under her shirt, undoing the bikini straps. Moon and Kim cheered her and Lee on. The music was playing and Lee pulled her into some sort of odd hip bumping dance as the crowd cheered.
Yuna’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but also excitement. She sometimes hated Lee’s ability to parade herself, but more often that hate was from a point of jealousy. Deep down, Yuna sometimes wished she could be so bold, so unafraid of what people thought of her.
The MC had a hose and as the crowd cheered he began to spray it onto the women on the stage, all of whom were dancing now, some eagerly, some shyly like Yuna. The water was surprisingly comfortable, though it made Yuna flinch. She felt the wet shirt clinging to her breasts and looking to either side, first the white girl next to her, then Lee. They were pretty, but Yuna knew deep in her heart how much better she looked than they.
Lee was pretty as was the white girl. But Yuna’s breasts were large for her small frame. It made her both small and big breasted, something that she knew men loved. She wasn’t so large that they looked fake or hurt her back. But large in a way that men noticed quickly. As she felt the material clinging to her, as she saw the eyes of the crowd on her, she felt pride and embarrassment. Then her eyes drifted back up and he was watching.
Not the crowd, not the stage, no, he was watching her. Then he did yell out. His voice was exactly how she had imagined it. Educated, deep, confident. “The girls want to put on a show by making out with each other,” he yelled and Yuna had a skin tingling feeling that made her feel like she could almost feel his words. The audience took it up as a chant, “make out, make out.”
As she turned to Lee, she just barely saw the man saying something and the black woman dropping to her knees in front of him. But then she saw her beautiful friend Lee turning towards her as well. Lee was biting her lower lip and her eyes were filled with lust and embarrassment. Her small breasts clearly visible in the shirt, her nipples erect.
Yuna understood so many things at that moment, as the slightly taller Lee pulled her into an embrace, their wet breasts mashing together.
She realized that her day dream had been true. But it hadn’t. The pain she felt in her head at that idea insisted that it had been a day dream. Yuna skipped it though, yes it was a day dream, but everything in it was true.
She had no choice. She was being controlled some way. Mind control was real. It explained so many of the not-strange things she had seen on the ship. This man was . . . doing it some how. Making her do this, making her make out with her friend whom she had secretly had a crush on.
She honestly did want to kiss Lee, though maybe not in front of a cheering screaming crowd. But knowing that she had too, that she couldn’t stop it, made her so incredibly horny.
She also realized that Lee was turned on. The urgent way she was grinding herself into Yuna told her that. But in her day dream, the man had said that he could only make women horny by telling them to be. He hadn’t told Lee to be turned on. From the corner of her eye she could see that most of the women were just putting on a show. Lee though, lee was making out with her, tongue sliding in, body pulling her tight.
Yuna admitted something to herself, something she had known but not wanted to believe. Lee hadn’t been joking all those times, Lee had wanted Yuna in bed as badly as Yuna had wanted Lee in bed. They kissed with passion, Yuna’s hand straying to her friends butt while Lee pressed her thigh between Yuna’s legs.
But then the MC was calling for voting and asking the girls to split up. The crowd was cheering. Yuna could see that two of the women had stripped off their tops entirely and she considered doing the same, shocking herself, but didn’t
It was hard to think, the feeling of Lee’s thigh between her legs. The knowledge that the American . . . Henry . . . if her day dream was right, had made her do it. Could make her do anything.
She barely noticed as one of the topless women won. The fire between her legs was too distracting. She barely noticed as she got third place. Her friends and their boyfriends cheering. Her mind spun and her nipples were so hard they ached.
She barely noticed that Henry had disappeared from the railing as she stumbled, making vague excuses towards the bathroom. Barely locking the small stall before beginning to masturbate furiously. She was so aroused that she could smell herself. Smell the sweet smell of her own pussy. She kept quiet by stuffing the hem of her shirt into her mouth to keep from screaming in confusion and pleasure. The worst part, or perhaps the best, is that with this realization came her mind insisting that none of this was strange. That her reaction wasn’t strange. That her masturbating like this wasn’t strange. That Mind control, which was totally impossible, wasn’t strange.
She had never once masturbated in a public toilet. The idea should repulse her and it did. But the heat between her legs was simply too much. Her smell was too strong. The memory in her day dream of Lee’s scent.
It was only after she came, trying hard not to scream, hoping the shirt stifled most of it, that she realized her bikini top was still outside by her table. She composed herself as best she could, washing her hands, but still smelling herself. Was it her imagination or had she soaked through her bathing suit bottoms. She left the bathroom covering her breasts and ignored her friends cheers as she made her way back. Stopping at the table long enough to get her bikini back on and then she went straight to the pool, hoping it would wash the scent of arousal off of her.
She didn’t see him again that day, walking through the ship with her friends in a daze. She knew she should be freaking out, upset even. Wasn’t this basically rape? But it wasn’t strange and she knew it.
They had a lovely evening. Another show, dinner, dancing. Lee, less jokingly, invited her back to the room with her boyfriend, whispering it into her ear. But Yuna again said no. Though feeling bold, she added, “but you could come to mine, just without him.” Lee had blushed but said no.
As Yuna got back to her room, not nearly as drunk as the night before, she found an invitation on her bed. She would later learn that all of her friends had one as well. “You are cordially invited to attend the Diamond Elite pool for free drinks and a dip in the pool, as guests of Mr. Henry Hobbes, at 1 pm ship time.”
She couldn’t believe it. Even as her friends texted her about the invitation, she knew that it was for her. That he wanted her. She should be scared, but she only felt excited, happy, turned on.
She barely slept that night, even after discovering that the shower head was on a long cord and had many wonderful settings that effectively made it a sex toy and using it that way twice. Each time imagining that he was watching.
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