Emily woke before her alarm went off with her bladder feeling like it was about to explode. She hurried to the toilet, then came back to her bed and checked the time. It was almost 9am, just before her alarm was about to go off. Emily sighed, but didn’t think she could fall asleep for another ten minutes. Instead she put on a pair of workout tights, sports bra and runners with a baggy t-shirt over top and went to go find a gym. She also put the money she needed for Grates in her purse so she could go to her office after. Emily debated if the 750 she won playing poker should count, but in the end she decided it did because Kate gave her the money to gamble with in the first place, so she included it in her tip out calculation.
Emily picked one of the small gyms in the interior of the ship, under the assumption that a smaller gym with no view of the decks of the ocean would be less crowded. She was right, there were less than half a dozen other women in the gym. Emily stretched, then did some resistance weights to work her arms. After that she took an elliptical machine and put in her headphones and started up one of her favourite podcasts as she started her cardio.
Emily worked hard and built up a sweat, not really paying attention to the other woman who took the elliptical machine beside her. When Emily started her cool down, she saw the woman beside her wave.
Emily took out her headphones and waved back. “Hi!”
“Hi,” the other woman said. She was a muscular butch somewhere between 35 and 50, Emily couldn’t tell, with bleached blonde hair in a buzz cut. “I hope I’m not bothering you! I tried to wait till you were cooling down and out of the zone.”
“You’re not bothering me at all!” Emily said. “What can I do for you?”
“Are you here alone?” The woman asked.
“Yep, all by my lonesome,” Emily laughed. “What about you?” Emily thought the woman was trying to pick her up in a rather clumsy way.
“The wife wanted one last vacation before the baby arrived,” the woman said and indicated a woman who was walking on a treadmill in a different part of the gym. Emily waved and the other woman waved back. She looked to be in her late twenties, and had a baby bump showing, pushing out the gap between her yoga pants and t-shirt. If Emily had to guess she would say seven months pregnant.
“I hope you’re having fun then! I’m Emily,” she said and reached out her hand for the other woman to shake.
The other woman took Emily’s hand in her larger one and gave it a firm shake. “I’m Leslie and my wife is Brittany. We’re having fun, but…” Leslie trailed off. She was surprisingly shy for such a large butch.
“You think you’d like a little more fun? One last fling kind of thing?” Emily asked. Leslie blushed and nodded.
Emily stepped off her elliptical then grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat that hand accumulated on her neck and arms off, pushing her breasts towards Leslie as she did. “Why don’t you finish your workout and I’ll go talk to Brittany?” Emily told her. Emily was pretty sure already who wore the pants in the relationship, and if she wanted to set up a date, Brittany was the one to do it with.
Emily left Leslie and walked over to Brittany, giving her hips a deliberate sway as she did so. “Hi,” she said brightly. “I’m Emily. You must be Brittany.”
“Hey there cutie,” Brittany said with a smile. “What brings you over here today?”
“Well,” Emily said as she deliberately stretched, showing off her body,” your wife mentioned that you two might be interested in a bit of fun?”
“And let me guess,” Brittany sighed, “she was too shy to actually come out and say anything. This is her fantasy, you know?”
Emily laughed and said, “I did get that impression. And I think I could help you out.”
“I sense a ‘but’ coming,” Brittany said but she was still smiling.
“Well, I’m here as a working girl, if you know what I mean.”
Brittany thought for a moment, then nodded. “How much?”
“I guess that depends on what you’re looking for,” Emily said.
“Well, her fantasy is to watch another woman fuck me,” Brittany said, obviously having decided to be candid. “So I’m thinking maybe you can come to our cabin. She’ll be tied to a chair so she can watch but not touch. We have a nice time, lick a little here and there and you fuck me. Do you have a strap? We didn’t want to bring ours on the plane.”
“I do have a strap,” Emily told her. “And that sounds like a lot of fun! Does $350 work for you?”
“I think we can manage that,” Brittany said. “9 pm ok? We’re going to be going ashore for a bit this afternoon.”
Emily agreed and got their room number then added the appointment to her calendar. She saw that she had a 4pm and a 5:30 added by Gates already in the calendar. Emily decided to skip having a shower as she needed to be at Gates office soon, so she just finished wiping off with the towel and went to give the concierge her cut.
Emily knocked on Grates door and entered when she heard the woman call. Emily pulled out the envelope she had stuffed with $340 and put it on the desk.
“I heard you had a good day yesterday,” Grates said as she took the envelope and put it in her desk drawer.
“It was alright,” Emily said with a shrug. “Will I be working with Sam much again?” Emily hoped not. Sam really got on her nerves.
“That really depends on what the guests want,” Grates told her. “I know the ship is docking shortly but if you decide to go ashore, make sure that you’re back before 4, as you have an appointment for then.”
“I saw that,” Emily said. “And one at 5:30. I also just booked one for 9. I wasn’t planning on going ashore.”
Grates nodded, then pushed her chair back from her desk and hiked up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Emily went over and knelt between her legs, and quickly got to work. Grates obviously wasn’t interested in any romance or foreplay, and Emily honestly wasn’t sure the woman actually enjoyed it beyond the strict physical sensation of orgasm.
Ten minutes later Emily sat back and wiped off her face. “Do you need anything else?” She asked.
“Not today. Be at your appointment at 4 and I will see you again tomorrow.”
Emily got up and left the office. Sam was in the hallway playing on her phone and waiting. As Emily walked past her Sam sniffed loudly, then said, “You should remember to shower more often. You smell like sweat and cunt.” She gave Emily a smile and flounced into Grates office.
‘What an asshole,’ Emily thought and went back to her cabin to shower.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/u4bx5a/the_cruise_part_eight_ff
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