Part 4 (2/2)
”Oh G.o.d.” Darla's head fell back and she twisted wildly between Jessica's legs. ”My c.u.n.t's exploding! Oh my G.o.d, it feels so good.”
Jessica smiled, feeling Darla's b.r.e.a.s.t.s heaving against her b.u.t.tocks as she bucked into her come.
”Oh! Oh f.u.c.k,” Darla cried, her mouth twisting with stunned pleasure, ”I'm coming all over everything.”
Jessica m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed furiously, her c.l.i.t barely an inch from Darla's mouth, as Darla shuddered and moaned. When Darla's face slackened as the last of her o.r.g.a.s.m dwindled away, Jessica leaned forward and rubbed her c.l.i.t over Darla's wet mouth. She grunted softy, holding the hood back so she could slide the head between Darla's lips. ”I'm going to come in your mouth now, you little b.i.t.c.h.” Her thighs trembled so badly she could barely support herself. She vibrated the base of her c.l.i.t rapidly between two fingers and shoved as much of it between Darla's lips as she could. ”Suck me now. G.o.d d.a.m.n it, suck me suck me hard.” She caught her breath as Darla regained enough strength to work her c.l.i.t with purpose.
”You're sucking me off,” Jessica moaned, unable to hold back as Darla dragged her c.l.i.t deeper into her mouth and tongued it. Eyes closed, Jessica cried out helplessly, her belly undulating. She held one breast and twisted her nipple, the other hand holding her c.l.i.t to Darla's mouth.
Darla laughed around the bulging c.l.i.t and gripped it lightly with her teeth.
”Harder... bite it hard... oh f.u.c.k... feel that?” Jessica's eyes snapped open and she stared into Darla's dreamy green ones, grinding out each word as she struggled not to scream. ”Look what you're making me do. I'm... coming... in... your... mouth.” And then everything she'd been holding back for days broke free and she gushed over Darla's face, in her mouth, down her neck.
Darla kept swallowing until Jessica rolled off, collapsing on her side with one arm flung across Darla's middle. ”Oh my G.o.d. That was so good.”
”It was,” Darla murmured contentedly. She turned her head and smiled a self-satisfied smile. ”I have so got your number.”
”You think?” Jessica arched an eyebrow and tweaked Darla's nipple. ”Like you didn't just come like crazy.”
”It makes me really hot to get you off,” Dark admitted.
”Then you should be on fire right about now.” Jessica reached down and cupped Dark's p.u.s.s.y. ”Oh yeah. You get so wet when you come.”
Dark b.u.mped her pelvis into Jessica's palm. ”You're getting my c.l.i.t all hard again.”
”I noticed.” Jessica propped her chin in her hand and toyed with Dark's c.l.i.t. ”I've been waiting four months for a return voyage. I'm not hardly done yet.”
”We've still got a little bit of time.” Dark licked Jessica's nipple, then grazed it with her teeth. ”And you know how busy things can get.”
”Uh huh,” Jessica murmured, her hips rolling to the rhythm of Dark's mouth working her nipple. She stroked Dark's c.l.i.t faster and Dark moaned. ”Who else do you have your eye on this trip?”
Dark moaned and moved to the other breast. ”You're a tough act to follow.” She closed her eyes and arched her back. ”Oh, that's going to make me come.”
Jessica hooked her thumb around Dark's c.l.i.t and slid her fingers inside her. She stroked her c.l.i.t and f.u.c.ked her in firm, steady thrusts. She wanted to be sure she had Dark's attention, so she kept her pace just slow enough that Dark couldn't quite come. ”I saw you cruising that guitar player yesterday. I bet you'd like her to f.u.c.k you, wouldn't you?” When Dark didn't answer, Jessica stopped moving.
”Oh please,” Dark moaned, sucking frantically on Jessica's breast. ”I'm almost coming. Please. Please don't stop.”
”Don't forget,” Jessica whispered, pounding into Dark's c.u.n.t again, ”I booked this return pa.s.sage a long time ago.”
Dark gasped as her c.u.n.t squeezed down around Jessica's fingers and her belly heaved in a series of hard spasms. ”Oh G.o.d, oh G.o.d, I'm coming.”
Jessica gathered her close and milked her c.l.i.t until the last pulsations quieted. She kept her fingers buried deep inside, knowing Darla would be ready again soon. ”You can play as much as you want, with whoever you want,” she whispered as Darla twitched and sighed, ”but I've already reserved this room for the rest of the cruise.”
”Consider that itinerary confirmed,” Darla murmured. She roused herself to kiss Jessica languidly. ”Do me again?”
Jessica laughed and ma.s.saged the trigger spot that made Darla moan. ”I believe we've got time for one more quick excursion.”
Cruising Solo Karin Kallmaker ”Brandy! Can you help me get these cases to the lounge?”
I turned back from my errand to check yesterday's sales with the gift shop manager to give Mel a hand. The rolling amps weren't that heavy, but they were awkward, as I'd learned yesterday.
”How's the busman's holiday so far?” Mel put one stocky shoulder to the back of the amp again, and I steadied it from the other side.
”I'm loving it. I just wish my girlfriend hadn't broken her ankle. She'd be loving it too.”
”At least you got a room to yourself.”
I wasn't happy with the empty bed at night. ”s.h.i.+p to sh.o.r.e costs a fortune, doesn't it?”
”Not all that bad,” Mel said. ”But on our wages it is.”
I'd already blown most of my spending money on a beautiful necklace of Venetian gla.s.s for Tess's birthday. The brief stints with the Internet hookup available when we were in port would have to do.
Mel grappled to keep control of the amp, but I caught it before it ran into the wall. ”I know why we don't have two sets of these, but moving them from venue to venue is a royal pain.”
I averted my eyes from the sight of Mel's rippling biceps. She was about my height but probably carried twenty pounds more muscle-a fine figure of a woman in an A-s.h.i.+rt and shorts. When I'd met her my first thought had been ”power butch” and that had proven quite accurate. She also liked to play, if the gossip during the staff lunch was anything to go by. There had been a time when I'd have issued her an invitation or accepted one in a heartbeat.
We finally muscled the amp into the lounge and went back for the second one. Once it was in place, the rock band's sound woman took over and Mel and I caught our breath. Just as we were leaving, two of the musicians pa.s.sed us, one saying to the other, ”Tuesday night-but invitation only.”
The other answered, ”Oh, I have my eye on someone to invite already, if I can wait that long to do her.”
”I wonder how I could get an invitation to that party,” Mel said to me as the lounge door closed behind us.
The image of Mel and the heavy metal girls all having a really hot time left me feeling a bit weak in the knees. Tess would laugh-the older I got the more I understood her cat scratch fever hormones. My kitty was in major need.
Mel was regarding me with that mixed expression of cool interest and playful impishness I knew so well from the many times I'd had the same expression. Before I'd left on this trip, Tess had said, her ankle wrapped in that d.a.m.ned heavy cast, ”As long as you come back home to me, I don't care if you have some fun. I don't own your body or your brain, Brandy. Just your heart and your future. Don't do anything that'll cost me either one.”
Thankfully, before Mel could actually start the conversation I could tell she was considering, I recalled my original errand.
”Jessica wants to know how the CD sales went yesterday. If you see her, would you tell her I got slightly delayed?”
Mel nodded and headed aft while I went up a flight to the shopping concourse. There were times I forgot I was on a s.h.i.+p, but then there would be a slight hesitation in the rise or fall to remind me. Tess would love the stores, even if we couldn't afford anything in them. There was a turquoise bikini in one window that reminded me vividly of the one she wore for sunbathing, the one that I had removed many, many times so I could wors.h.i.+p the unbronzed parts of her.
The gift shop manager had the previous day's sales records all ready. I glanced down the list and could see that all of the artists had sold a few CDs, but I had no idea if the numbers were strong or lackl.u.s.ter. I hoped Jessica would explain and I'd get a chance to show I had a brain for this sort of thing. Tess and I had hopes of joining the Ladies on Vacation Enterprises staff. We could settle into an apartment of our own instead of the two studios Club Sandzibel allotted us. The work was hard but very fun so far.
By the end of the day I was exhausted in a good way. I'd also overheard a fairly noisy couple having a tryst in the fitness room restroom, which brought back a lot of fond memories. Then there was the couple losing their clothes on the way to their stateroom. They caught me looking and did not seem to mind. After the late-night comedy act finished, I swear the s.h.i.+p levitated on the l.u.s.t endorphins alone as the corridors slowly emptied and the guests found warm beds for the night. In some cases, I was certain, the beds they found were not their own.
Feeling sorry for myself, I sat in my stateroom and tried not to miss Tess. I was perfectly capable of arranging some fun-that is if everyone on the prowl hadn't already been claimed-but I was pretty tired. No energy for conversation and flirting at that level.
I decided that a quick tryst with my vibrator might be just the thing and claimed it from the dresser drawer. A search for the nearest outdet to the bed only increased my frustration level. The bargain cabins where staffers stayed were so small there was just one outlet, in the bathroom, which was so tiny there wasn't even room enough to lie on the floor. Mel had joked the shower stalls were converted coffins.
And, dang it, I had never mastered the art of having a full-blown, knee-shaking, muscle-clenching o.r.g.a.s.m standing up. Twenty minutes later I had ascertained that there was no miraculously appearing extension cord in my suitcase. The corridor outside was empty of any other human beings, let alone one with an extension cord slung over one shoulder. I was tired and cranky and no longer in the mood to let my vibrator have its way with me.
I went to bed, and it took nearly fifteen minutes to fall asleep.
Monday. The home of the Olympic Games. Herding women onto tenders because the s.h.i.+p was too large to dock. Answering die same question two hundred times. Herding women into the shade, herding them onto shuttles and greeting every minute with a big smile and endless energy. By the time I got off the very last tender back to the s.h.i.+p, Jessica had already thanked me twice for my help, and praised my quick thinking when a guest had abruptly succ.u.mbed to heat stroke. I hoped she remembered I was the one whose girlfriend-as ideal an employee as I was- had broken her ankle two days before our planned flights. I was playing it low-key for now, but I wasn't planning to leave for home without pigeonholing her and giving her the full Brandy and Tess credentials.
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