The Boss's Slut - S01 E61

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The Boss's Slut - S01 E61

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 61

Introduction:

The cruise celebration supporting Tenor Industries has arrived for Tina. She finds herself on-board the small cruise ship with a dozen client executives.

CHAPTER 61: "CLIENT CELEBRATION"

Mr. Woodburn and I were both attending the celebration at the client's plant and offices. It was an afternoon off for all employees with a catered buffet, tours of the upgrades, and, of course, speeches from the company extolling the benefits and positive impact for all their futures in their very competitive market. We were not called upon to give a speech or comments, but were identified for our assistance and involvement.

After the celebration, we both return home. I put in a short day the following day to make the connections that would put me into the small regional airport in Key West. As I stepped off the plane into the warm, salt-laden air of the small island, I was torn between feelings of excitement and nervousness. I had never been on a cruise of any kind and the idea of living in a bikini in the sun for much of the daytime was a welcome respite from the formality of business days. On the other hand, still wasn't fully sure of what I would encounter while on the cruise. I had been told to expect from 9 to 12 employees, but there would always be the other crew members and I never got clarification how they might fit into the activities. I was hoping to get that clarification from Mr. Tenor as soon as he arrived on the ship.

I was arriving a full day early at Mr. Woodburn's insistence. He felt it important that I had the time to acclimate to the environment and place with plenty of time to find my way to the ship and prepare myself for the arrival of the employees,

I spent my time sight-seeing and at the beach. I walked Duval Street at night and enjoyed the light atmosphere that said 'party'. I remembered videos I had come across about Key West during their "Fantasy Fest" with lots of nudity, body paint, and drinking. I wondered if Mr. Woodburn and Deborah would be interested sometime. They were certainly interested in nudity, especially mine.

I arrived at the ship's mooring location a full hour ahead of the scheduled arrival of the company personnel. I was cleared to board, my information indicating an earlier arrival, and I followed a crew member who carried my bag. The man introduced himself as Mr. Edwards, the First Officer, second in command. He was an attractive man. All of six feet tall and very athletically built. He had dark hair cut short and his white uniform added to his attractiveness. I wasn't necessarily drawn to men in uniform, but he looked really good in his. As we walked the narrow passageway, I asked him what he knew of the plans for the two-day cruise. He commented that a full itinerary was prominently located in each stateroom but that the crew was told to expect a lot of partying, lots of drinking, and that the normal rules of proper attire might be constantly pushed beyond normal limits.

He stopped at a stateroom door, Inserted the keycard, turned the handle and pushed his way in with the bag. I followed in behind him. I was warned by Mr. Woodburn that ship rooms were notoriously small and cramped, the spaces efficiently used. I was, therefore, shocked at the room we entered.

Mr. Edwards placed my bag on the very large bed that occupied one side of the room. The side of the room we entered into was more of a large sitting area with couch and several chairs, wide- screen TV, and a sliding door to the balcony outside. When I turned to him, I found he had been watching me closely, perhaps even evaluating or interpreting what my situation was. He also saw the surprised look on my face.

"Yes, a lovely room, isn't it? it is the only such suite onboard." He was still watching me closely and I felt my face and neck flush. I told him I wasn't expecting anything like this, I had been told the rooms were very small. "Most are. Can I ask you something?" I nodded. This cruise must be a different experience for the crew. "It probably isn't any of my business and I don't mean to be too personal, but I guess I will be... what's the deal here? Are you a professional?" He seemed embarrassed in an attempt to search for a safe word for it.

I smiled at him and chuckled. "Yes, I am but not that kind." laughed, again. I described my position without giving any names or identifying my firm. I explained the expansion of the plant facility and the celebration and sales meeting, which I was not Involved in. This cruise was a motivational, Inspirational effort by the company's senior leaders to 'rally the troops'. There was a lot more sales required to make use of the upgrades and expansion. There had been a lot of rah-rah motivational effort, but this cruise was more 'okay, we gave you this outrageous experience, now we expect you to work your asses off type thing." He laughed and Indicated to me. "Yes, I'm supposed to the outrageous experience." I smiled at him wondering how this kind of thing is explained. "I just love sex and know someone who has discovered there are times when that comes in very handy."

He shook his head but he was smiling. The explanation seemed to make a little sense to him, even if it was completely outside his normal experience. He offered another 'welcome' and began leaving. I reached out and touched his arm. He stopped, looking from my hand still on his bicep then to me. For the first time I felt something not quite fully professional happen from him. I felt his eyes very carefully consider my body encased in the light sundress. Like all my dresses for non-work occasions, it came only to mid-thigh and the top exposed all of my upper chest and a considerable amount of cleavage. He took all of that in before recovering his professional attitude.

"Does the crew often interact with the guests. Like in this situation?"

He looked nervous. "Not normally, no. We've been told to expect almost anything over the next two days. We've also been reminded that while on duty, our responsibilities are always to our jobs." He smiled at me with what I read as significant meaning. "When we are off-duty, however, this situation might be different than normal cruises. Normally, we are discouraged from interacting with the guests. In this case, if we are invited..."

I smiled and realized I still hadn't removed my hand from his bicep and it felt very good. "Perhaps there will be a time when you are off-duty.

I was standing behind the crew members checking in each guest as they arrived. Baggage was checked with stateroom assignments and guests were given their room/identification cards. I was wearing what knew would catch the attention of anyone in view of me. I was wearing the skimplest bikini I could find on the island and still be legal. It was a white, thin material thong bottom that barely covered my pussy and had thin cords around my hips and between my ass cheeks. The crotch had no lining to it and I wondered how it would look when it got wet. I suspected there would be a lot to see underneath. The top was a string top with small triangles of the same cloth that covered the nipples but left 80% of the breast exposed. With it, I wore strap- sandal high heels on my feet, my long hair pulled back in a ponytail, and large round sunglasses despite being inside on the access level of the ship.