A yelp woke Collette from her slumber.  She stirred and felt a tugging at her waist.  She rolled away from Prince and said, "I'm sorry, boy."  She realized she had rolled onto him in her sleep and he had struggled away.  

    Prince heard her voice and climbed to his feet.  He walked slowly to her and tentatively licked her outstretched hand.  

    "Good boy," Collette said kindly to her puppy.

    Prince wagged his tail, happy with the praise and the gentle tone in her voice.

    Collette rubbed her hand over Prince's head, petting him.  His head bowed in reverence and he licked her hand, wagging his tail happily.  He barked once, a greeting, a sharp sound that woke a few men and women sleeping in the ballroom.  Prince spun around playfully as if his own tail was taunting him and stopped to once again lick Collette's hand.

    Collette rolled over and shook me awake.  I stirred and muttered a weak good morning.

    "Prince needs to go for a walk," Collette said to me.

    With my eyes open I said, "yes, mistress."  I climbed to my feet and called for Prince to follow me.  

    Prince looked at me, not yet knowing his name, but understanding that something was going on.  He turned back to Collette and once again softly licked her hand.  Collette rubbed his head and said, "go on."

    I called for Prince again and this time he followed me as I led him to the main deck.  On the way I stopped a man in the passageway leading to the main deck and asked for a mop and a bucket.  He retrieved one for me quickly and with the mop in hand I led Prince to the pool deck and allowed him to relieve himself.  I cleaned up after him immediately and realized that this would become a normal procedure unless we were ashore somewhere.  

    Prince sniffed everything, looking around, getting used to his surroundings.  I let Prince lead me where he wanted to go, it was his first time on the main deck and he seemed to be enjoying the salty air and the wooden deck.  He did not seemed phased by the gently rocking deck, as if he was born to ride the waves that tossed the large yacht gently.  I wondered how the first rough storm would be for him.

    After a quick tour of the deck I noticed land off of our starboard side and wondered what country that was.  I opened the door to descend into the ship when an announcement came over the ship-wide announcing system.  "All hands man their maneuvering watch stations for transit through the Suez Canal.  Mistress Collette, please report to the bridge."

    What?  That was the first time since we had left the United States that I had heard Collette called to the bridge and I wondered what was the reason.  "Come on, Prince," I called and led him to the master suite.  I shut him inside and ignored his soft whimpers as I turned and ran through the ship to the bridge.   

    Collette made it to the bridge before me and I entered as the captain was explaining why she had been summoned to the bridge.  "...meet with representatives of the Egyptian Government to pay for passage through the Suez Canal.  It is not free to enter the canal, each vessel must make a payment to the government."

    "How much?" Collette queried.

    The captain smiled, "as in all things, it's subject to negotiation."

    Collette's brow furrowed, "so there is not a set rate?"

    The captain shook his head, "just guidelines.  I couldn't tell you the cost."

    "When will we be meeting with the representatives?"

    "Half an hour."

    "Have them meet us in my office.  I'll be ready."

    "Yes, mistress," the captain said. 

    Collette turned to leave the bridge.  She stopped, paused, and turned back to the captain.  With a grin on her face she said, "on second thought, send them to the master suite.  Send two crewmen to my stateroom; I don't care who.  I'll be ready for them.  Then, send the Egyptian representatives behind them."

    "Yes, mistress," the captain replied with a nod.

    Collette turned again and left the bridge with me following behind her.  As we walked through the ship Collette began giving orders, "take Prince away and keep him from the stateroom for a few hours.  Find somebody to watch him.  I want you back before the Egyptian representatives get here.  You will be busy."

    "Yes, mistress," I said in acknowledgement.

    "Have Travis and Melinda join us."  

    "Of course."

    Mistress Collette and I walked through the ship.  Collette turned and made her way to our master suite while I headed to the cabin that Travis and Melinda shared.  Arriving at their door I knocked.  I waited a moment and knocked again.  It seemed that Travis and Melinda were not in.  I wondered where they were and quickly walked to the galley to see if they were eating.  

    The galley was empty.

    With a furrowed brow I made my way to the pool deck.  I grinned when I emerged from the ship to find Melinda sunning herself on a lounge chair while Travis swam laps in the pool.  I waved as I emerged into the sun and called out, "bonjour."

    Melinda and Travis waved in reply.  

    I motioned for them to follow me and the seemed to understand completely.  The three of us made out way to our stateroom.  "Bonjour," Collette said to Melinda as we entered.

    Collette and Melinda chatted in French; Collette explaining what she had in mind.  Melinda seemed to agree with her smiling laughter.  Collette was waving her hand flamboyantly, smiling and laughing and sharing her idea.  Melinda kept agreeing with nods of, "oui, oui."

    Collette finished speaking with Melinda and turned to me, "bring me a leather outfit from the closet and then dress me."

    "Right away, mistress," I said.  

    I made my way into the closet and looked at all the clothes she had hanging there.  We had spent a small fortune in CCollettes when we had shopped there; how long ago was that?  It seemed like ages, but was not that long ago.  I grabbed a short leather skirt and a matching leather shirt.  I dug through the built-in dresser and found a leather thong.  Grabbing a pair of boots I emerged from the closet and made my way to Collette's side. 

    I set the clothes I had selected on the bed, keeping only the leather thong in my hands.  I positioned in between my forefingers and thumbs and held them open to Mistress Collette.  "Mistress," I said as I held the panties to her.

    Collette stepped into them and I slowly slid them up her shapely legs to her hips.  I walked them over her lovely ass and slid them into place.  With her panties in place I picked up the skirt and Collette stepped into it as well. I pulled the skirt into place and zipped the lone zipper on Collette's left hip.  The skirt fit her perfectly and was cut short, reaching half way between her knee and waist.

    Finally I reached the leather shirt and held it open for Collette to swing her arms into.  I buttoned the front of the shirt and stepped away.   

    "Perfect," she said to me, admiring herself in the mirror that rested on the dresser opposite the bed.  "Simply perfect."

    Collette and Melinda talked in French and though I didn't understand the words, I understood the conversation.  Collette was filling Melinda in on what she had plColletted for the visit with the Egyptian dignitaries.  Melinda laughed or giggled and even applauded once during the conversation.  

    "Tres bien," Melinda said in conclusion.

    Collette turned to me as Melinda turned to Travis, "stand next to the bed.  Don't move unless ordered to."

    Melinda spoke and as Travis took up a silent, unmoving vigil on one side of the bed I realized that Melinda had said the same to Travis as Collette had said to me.

    A knock on the door rang out and Collette crossed the room to open the door.  Two naked men stood there with their heads slightly bowed, "the captain directed us here, ma'am," the man on the left said.  I recognized him, having met him previously, but did not remember his name.  

    Stepping aside Collette commanded, "come in."

    The two naked men entered, the young one, the one I recognized seemed to be blushing.  

    Collette noticed the red in his cheeks and asked about it.

    "I'm naked," he said quietly.

    Collette nodded, "yes, I know.  And that bothers you?

    "I... I'm not used to it."

    Collette's smile widened, "don't worry.  You'll get used to it."  Then, "we've met before, correct?" 

    "Yes, mistress," he said.  "I work in the galley.  My name is Larry."

    Collette nodded, "yes.  From Maine, right?"

    He raised his downcast eyes in surprise and joy, "yes."  He was amazed that she remembered him and his chest swelled in happiness.

    Collette looked at the second man and offered her hand to him.  He took it and said, "a pleasure, mistress.  My name is Carl.  I am an electrician."  He smiled, "I have to say that this ship is a wonder. I have been working on repairing the fire damage and the captain decided I needed a break and sent me here."  His voice was strong and deep.

    Collette asked, "how have the repairs gone?"  It's funny, I had not thought about the fire with the celebration of Collette's birthday and it took Carl to remind me of it.  

    "Very well.  We have extensive stores aboard the ship, including two spare breakers.  It was thoughtfully designed, all of the breakers for the electrical system are exactly the same which makes having spare parts much easier.  The breaker has been replace and now we are replacing the bus work, the thick metal bars that carry the electricity.  In another two days the repairs should be complete."

    "Wonderful," Collette said, clapping her hands together.  Then she pointed to the bed and commanded both Larry and Carl to get on their hands and knees facing the headboard.

    Larry and Carl obeyed, dropping to their hands and knees on the soft bed.  Their bare asses were facing the door and their heads facing the headboard of the bead as Collette had commanded.  "Very nice," she said.  "Now, don't move."  Turning to me as I stood my silent vigil next to the bed, Collette commanded, "fetch me two riding crops, One for Melinda and one for me."

    "Yes, mistress," I said.  I turned and made my way to the toys we had gathered. I dug through the whips and clamps and cuffs and dildos and retrieved the requested riding  crops that Collette had asked for.  

    The announcing system rang out, three long whistles followed by the captain announcing, "the Egyptian dignitaries have arrived."

    I made my way back to Collette and handed one of the riding crops and then handed the second to Melinda.  "Thank you," Collette said, "now take your place aside the bed again."

    I hastened to obey, "yes, mistress."

    Travis and I stood facing each other and the center of the bed where Larry and Carl knelt with their bare asses exposed to the door that exited the bedroom.  Melinda and Collette stood with crops in their hands waiting for the captain to escort the dignitaries to them.  Collette looked at Melinda and spoke to her in French.

    "Oui."

    Smiling both Collette and Melinda began to slowly slap the bared asses before them.  Collette was cropping Larry, while Melinda was hitting Carl.  Their skin slowly darkened, taking on a pink glow.  Both Melinda and Mistress Collette continued to slowly slap the naked asses before them until the door opened and the captain entered with two gentlemen.  

    "What is going on here?" 

    "Enter," Collette said, the work punctuated by a sharp slap with the riding crop against Larry's upturned ass.

    The two men were dressed smartly in finely tailored suits.  Each man had a handkerchief in their breast pocket and expensive ties tautly tied around their necks.  Their shoes were brightly shined, their hair neatly combed and they appeared shocked by the site before them.  "What is going on here?" the man who had spoken earlier asked again.  His skin was dark and his eyes were squinted in confusion.  

    Collette slapped Larry's ass and he yelped.  

    Melinda slapped Carl's naked body and he gasped in pain.

    Collette slapped Larry again and then turned to her visitors.  "Please, gentlemen," she said with a nod, "have a seat."  She turned to me,  "Dennis, fetch our guests a drink.  Break out a fine bottle of Champagne.  We'll celebrate out new friendship."  

    "Yes, mistress," I said and quickly left the room to obey.

    I darted to the galley and found Jacques preparing dinner.  "Jacques," I began, "do we have any chilled Champagne?"

    "Of course, sir," Jacques replied.  His tone hinted at exasperation, as if to ask, "how dare you ask such a stupid question."  Jacques stopped chopping the celery he was working on and quickly retrieved a bottle of fine Champagne.  "How many will be drinking, sir?"

    "Four," I replied with a quick mental count.

    "Very good," he said and handed me four crystal glasses.  "Dinner will be ready for Mistress at 7," he informed me as I turned to leave.  

    "Thank you, Jacques," I said.  "It smells delicious."

    Jacques smiled and turned back to his dinner preparations, softly whistling a tune I didn't recognize.

    "The Egyptian dignitaries may be here for dinner, Jacques," I informed him.

    He looked up from the celery, "how many?"

    "Two."

    "I shall set the table for them as well."

    "Thank you, Jacques," I said as I carried the champagne and the glasses back to Mistress Collette.  I entered the master suite to see Collette still slapping Larry's ass with the two Egyptian men staring on, fascinated by the scene that was unfolding before them.  Their eyes were locked onto the bed, their mouths agape.  It was clear that they had never seen anything that even remotely approached what it was that they were witnessing.

    Collette looked at me and commanded, "pour our guests a glass of champagne."

    "Yes, mistress."

   I set the four glasses on the dresser and lifted the cork from the champagne bottle, thankful that Jacques had the forethought to open it for me, leaving it hand tight.  I poured four glasses of the golden liquid and offered each of the Egyptian gentlemen the glass.  They took them with a polite, "thank you," and sipped their glasses slowly.  They seemed appreciative and the shorter man smacked his lips.

    "Thank you," the smacking man said.  "That is very good."

    Collette smiled, "we have all the best." She punctuated the word best with a slap against Larry's ass.  "Now," Collette said, "you are here to discuss payment through the canal, correct."

    The taller man set his glass aside and raised his eyebrows inquisitively, "yes.  And what are you willing to pay?"

    Collette shook her head, "nothing.  I will have free passage through the Suez."  Her tone was matter-of-fact. She was confident with her response, her tone evident of that.

    The man shook his head, "no, no, no.  That will not do.  We require payment.  How about two hundred fifty thousand?"

    Collette laughed heartedly, clutching her side in mirth, oh, goody!" she exclaimed, "negotiations.  How about this," she countered, "I get free passage through the canal and I beat you while your companion eats me?"

    He shook his head in disbelief, "wh..." he stammered, "ho...."  He tripped over his tongue, shocked by the suggestion. Was she serious?  Looking at the two naked men kneeling on the bed with their asses growing red under the raining blows of Collette's and the other woman's paddles; yes, he reasoned, she was serious.  He shook his head, "no, we demand payment."

    Collette raised her left eyebrow, "demand?"  Her voice turned harsh, "this is my ship, you will demand nothing of me."  

    The second Egyptian man that had been silent stepped forward. He spoke in a strange language to his partner, which I assumed was Egyptian.  The two men exchanged words when the second man stepped towards Collette and extended his hand, "forgive my friend, he can be," he paused as if searching for the right word, "hasty.  My name is Miguel."

    "Miguel?" Collette asked with a raised eyebrow.  "That's not a very Egyptian name."

    "I am half Egyptian.  My father was of Latin descent and I was born in Alexandria.  My name represents my Latin heritage.  I have lived in Egypt my entire life." He paused, took a deep breath, and then continued, "now about your offer."

    Defensively, "yes?"

    "We accept."  His tone was firm and his companion bowed his head in resignation.  There was no doubt who was leading the emissary to her ship, Miguel, and his word was law with his companion. Miguel looked to his companion, "Ahmed, strip."

    "But...."

    "Strip!"

    Ahmed nodded submissively and whispered, "yes, sir."  He loosened his tie and pulled it free from the collar of his shirt.  He dropped it to the floor and his suit-coat followed it immediately. He unbuckled his pants and after kicking off his shoes he stepped free of his pants.  He pulled his socks off and then quickly unbuttoned his shirt.  His face was crimson and contorted in shock as the realization of how the negotiations had turned.  How had he wound up stripping in front of two women and five men in preparations for a spanking?  He was certain he was dreaming, but he was not.

    Ahmed stripped off the rest of his clothes and stood naked with his hands covering his embarrassed cock.  

    Miguel stripped quickly, folding his clothes neatly and setting them aside.  Miguel spoke to Ahmed, "on the bed, next to these two gentlemen," and with his hand he motioned toward Larry and Carl.  

    Tight-lipped, not agreeing but smart enough not to disobey he said curtly, "yes, sir."

    Miguel chuckled as he said to Mistress Collette, "try and beat his insolence from him, will you?"

    Collette just laughed.  

    Miguel dropped to his knees and said, "I believe I have an assigned task as well."

    "Yes," Collette agreed.  Collette turned to the bed and stood with her legs spread wide. She raised the crop and waited for Miguel to take his place between her legs.  When Miguel's tongue slid against the wetness of her sex she brought the crop down, slapping Ahmed's naked ass.

    Ahmed screeched in pain and rocked forward trying to avoid the crop.  

    Collette shifted against Miguel's tongue and waited for Ahmed to reposition himself before her.   She stood there and said to Ahmed, "you need to count them for me, Ahmed."

    He nodded and stammered, "wo...one."

   Collette purred at the sound.  "Very good," she breathed.  She brought the crop down on Ahmed's ass again and swooned when Ahmed gasped, "two."

    Between her legs she felt the pleasure of Miguel lapping tenderly at her wet pussy.  His tongue was gently swiping along the soft folds of her sex, causing her body to climb towards the precipice of orgasmic pleasure.  He pressed his tongue into her, probing her moistness with the strong muscle of his tongue.  She shook in pleasure and brought the crop down against Ahmed's naked ass once again.

    "Three," Ahmed gasped.

    Again and again Collette brought the crop down, and each time Ahmed counted, "four...five...six...."  Still the blows fell and as each one connected with Ahmed's ass she shook as Ahmed counted them aloud.  Miguel continued to lap at her pussy as she continued to slap Ahmed's naked body.    

    Miguel pressed his tongue into Collette's pussy, probing her gentle softness.  It snaked and rotated, bringing her towards the precipice of orgasmic bliss. He lapped and probed and pleasured her with his tongue until her body shook in pleasure and she came, dropping the crop onto the bed.

    Ahmed was gasping in pain, slurring the words of the count, "thhhirrrtyyy," he had hissed before the crop fell from Collette's hand.

    Collette came and Miguel climbed to his feet.  He looked at Ahmed's red ass and nodded in satisfaction.  Collette had indeed, "beat his insolence from him."  Standing behind Collette as she shook in the after tremors of her pleasure he said simply, "well done."  Turning to Ahmed he asked, "did you learn something, Ahmed?"

    In hushed tones Ahmed replied, "not to argue."

    "Yes.  We are diplomats when we visit the ships seeking transit.  Always remember, this is their country, even afloat.  We are visitors to their land, we have no authority against the sovereignty while aboard their vessels.  Insolence will not be tolerated."  Miguel looked at Collette and said, "your passage has been paid for.  Thank you."

   Collette shook his hand and said, "thank you." She nodded respectfully.

    "Come, Ahmed," Miguel said sharply, "time to go.  Get dressed."  

    Both men dresses and Collette commanded me to escort them to the aft launch.  I obeyed, waving to them as they boarded their small vessel and moved away from Collette's ship.  By comparison, their craft was tiny and I was once again awed by our ship.  I turned from the aft launch and returned to the master suite.  

    "Prepare for Suez Transit," the captain's voice boomed over the announcing system.  

    As I entered the master suite I heard Collette on the phone say simply, "on my way."  I entered and Collette commanded, "let's go."

    Together we made our way to the bridge.

    We entered the bridge and were instantly astounded by the view that greeted us.  To both sides of the ship the shifting desert sands greeted us.  Before us a the long, thin line of the Suez Canal stretched into infinity, the end beyond the limits of the horizon.  It was strange to look beyond the bridge and only see land; we appeared to be a ship out of water, sitting in a sea of land.

    "Maintain maneuvering turns," the captain announced, "one half degree port."

    "Maintain maneuvering turns, one half degree port, aye," a young man at the helm repeated, acknowledging the command.

    "Captain?" Collette asked, staring in awe at the Egyptian sand.

    The captain never pulled his eyes from the canal that unfurled before him, "I thought you'd like to see this," he said simply. His voice was tense, he knew the dangers of navigating such a narrow body of water and his concentration would not be pulled away from the task at hand.  "It is an amazing view."

    Staring out the bridge window at the golden sand, she could only agree.  Wind had blown rivulets in the sand, looking like the ragged streaks of an artists brush.  The sun glinted off the sand, sparkling like diamond dust.  Along the banks of the canal tents had been erected, make-shift homes of poor families, living near the life giving water.  The tents were worn and tattered and clothes were hanging on taut ropes hung between the tents.  

    "One degree port," the captain ordered.

    We stared out the window at the desert sand and hovel's that lined the shore.  The splendor of the ship drew the interest of those ashore.  I reasoned that they saw ships through the canal daily, and looking forward saw two ships ahead of us, steaming along at their own snail's pace, my suspicions were confirmed.  But the stares we received was more than I expected.  

    "One degree port."

    Dirty children and disheveled men and women waved as we passed.  I looked down onto the pool deck to see some of our crew waving back.  They were dressed and for that I was thankful.  I wondered what they would have thought if they knew what the two dignitaries knew; what it was that went on inside these walls.

    "One degree starboard; increase engine RPM's by four."

    The man steering the ship repeated the words and sent the command down to the engine room.  

    "This is amazing," Collette whispered to me.  "Can you believe it?"

    I shook me head, "no.  Seems unnatural, doesn't it.  Like we were lifted by a tornado and dropped onto solid land.  This must be how Dorothy felt."

    We both fell silent then, taking in the sights of the Suez.  It dawned on me as I watched the sand fall behind us and new dunes appear that the fee that the Egyptian government charged was a bargain at twice the price, the view was amazing.  The Suez Canal was a wonderful shortcut for every ship that took it, allowing passage from the Mediterranean Sea to the Red Sea and then easy access to the Indian Ocean.  It saved the time of sailing out the Straights of Gibraltar and then south, around Africa, and back north again.

    Definitely a bargain.

    And Collette had negotiated free passage for her ship and had enjoyed herself in the process.  Sometimes her abilities amazed me, and today was one of those days.  Whenever routine settled in and I find myself thinking that she is just a normal woman, she steps forward and surprises me.  No, I corrected myself, she didn't really surprise me, she reminded me.  She reminded me what a wonderful woman she was, and how strong and confident she was.  

    I smiled as I realized I would have just paid the money.  I bet Collette could have arranged it that the Egyptian government paid her for the honor of transiting the Suez Canal.

    She saw me smile and asked, "what?"

    "Just thinking," I whispered, not wanting to disturb the calm that had settled upon us, "that you could have arranged for the Egyptian government to pay us for transit through the Suez."

    She looked at me and returned my smile with a soft laugh, "you're probably right."

    "Port, one half degree," the captain ordered.

    I wondered what kind of training somebody had to go through to navigate such a narrow body of water.  I had, of course, been on many a pleasure craft on countless lakes and with land no where near you it was easy to put the boat where you wanted it, but here, with land sometimes just a few feet from your hull and the threat of running aground a realistic threat, it seemed to me that intense and specific training was needed.  And where did you get that training?  The captain had proved more then adequate, had proved to be the prefect choice to captain Collette's ship, and watching him guide the ship through the narrow canal I couldn't be more elated.

    My eyes were glued to the brown water that stretched before us.  The canal blended before us with the sand, until it looked like we were steaming directly towards the Egyptian shore line.  Collette and I listened to the captain issue his orders, guiding the ship safely through the Suez.  We simply stared in awe at the view that stretched out before us.

    A French voice rang out.

    Collette turned towards Melinda as she walked onto the bridge.  Travis was standing behind her and he immediately stepped aside to stare in the same wonder at the brown waters of the Suez and the golden sand.  Melinda spoke to Collette and Collette replied in kind.  When the two finished speaking, Melinda walked from one side of the bridge to the other, taking in the view.

    "She's a little upset that I didn't call her up here," Collette said it me.  "I had to admit that I didn't even think about it.  Remind me from time to time, please."

    I nodded, "yes, ma'am."

    The captain guided the ship and the four of us stood on the bridge with wonder drifting by.

    We steamed into the Indian ocean, the Suez now behind us.  I thanked the captain for his spectacular job and for the wonderful view.  He accepted it with due grace and a gentle nod.  The four of us, Melinda, Travis, Collette and I left the bridge when Collette said to me, "wasn't Jacques making dinner?"

    My eyes grew wide, "I had forgotten.  He was, indeed.  I even had him set out two extra plates for our Egyptian guests.  They've left the ship without eating."

    "Escort Travis and Melinda to the galley, I'll meet you there," Collette instructed me.  "I will bring two guests to dinner."  She emphasized the word guests.

    "Of course," I said.  "Travis, Melinda."  And together the three of us made our way to the galley while Collette left to find our guests.   

    I held the door for Travis and Melinda.  Collette's table was set with a finely woven tablecloth and three candles were burning brightly.  The smells that greeted us were divine, whatever Jacques had prepared already had my mouth watering and I didn't even know what it was.  Melinda said something I didn't understand and Travis replied with a "oui," of agreement.

    "Bonjour," Jacques said, emerging from the kitchen.  

    "Bonjour, Jacques," Melinda said.  She then rattled off countless words faster than I could even discern when one syllable ended and another began.  They talked rapidly with Melinda laughing and Jacques smiling while Travis grinned and I stood there as an outsider.  

    Jacques indicated the lone decorated table and Melinda and Travis took a seat.  I hastened to follow suit, sitting at the table before a beautiful China place setting.  The candles were casting soft shadows on the walls of the dining room.  Their brilliance perfectly matched the crystal goblets and silverware, bathing them in a soft glow, punctuating the place settings.

    Jacques and Melinda continued their conversation with Travis piping in a lone word or two occasionally.  I felt like an outcast as I sat there, resting with my hands folded in my lap, looking from talking face to talking face.  The three of them continued talking until Jacques turned and walked away.  Melinda and Travis spoke a few more sentences before a silence fell over the room.  

    The door opened and Collette came in with two naked people with her, one man and one woman.  I did not know either of them though they seemed familiar.  I recognized them from the poll deck when Collette was playing her games with the crew.  They were there, participating in the games that were played.  She led the two crewmembers to the table and introduced them, "Dennis," she said, "this is Roger," she indicated the tall man with thin blonde hair and piercing eyes.  "And this is Charlotte," indicating an black woman with full red lips and short dark hair.

    "Roger," a nod, "Charlotte," another nod.  "Welcome."

    Collette repeated the introductions to Melinda and Travis in French and they welcomed the pair as well.  The three of them took their seat, with Collette taking up the seat of honor at the head of the table, appropriately so.

    The six of us chatted amiably.  A naked man emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of wine.  He poured each of us a glass and announced, "the appetizer will be served shortly.  Escargot," he looked at Collette, "your favorite I understand."

    "Yes," Collette agreed.

    He returned to the kitchen and a moment later he returned pushing a small, silver cart.  He started with me and set a small covered dish before me.  I found it odd he did not serve Collette first but kept quiet.  I was certain Collette noticed anyway.  He went to Collette second and placed a similar covered dish before her.  Around the table he went, offering each of us a dish of the appetizer.

     I uncovered my dish and my face fell in confusion.

    Collette looked at me, to my appetizer, and back at my wide-mouthed face.  Seeing the look on my face, she burst out with laughter.  She continued to laugh until she gasped, "my cheeks hurt."  Melinda and Travis and Charlotte and Roger joined in, carried along by the mirth of the moment.  The young man was smiling as he returned to the kitchen.

     I had to laugh as well, the sound of laughter echoing in the room was contagious.  

    "That is too funny," Collette said looking at the green snails on my plate.  Jacques had heard me when I used to think that they were green and had colored them specifically for me.  That explained why I was served first, to ensure that I received the ones prepared for me.  Everyone else uncovered their dishes and the naturally tan color of the fragrant snails greeted their gaze.

    The snails tasted exactly the same as each of the previous time that Jacques had made them.  He had simply colored them for my benefit.  The six of us ate the snails, savoring the taste of the delicacy.  I couldn't help but think to myself again that Jacques was a miracle worker.  He could make children like vegetables, I reasoned, knowing how well he could cook.  

    Each of us commented on how good the snails were, even though Roger had been hesitant to taste them until Collette threatened him with a "severe paddling."  He relented and was amazed by the taste and consistency, the thought of the snails much worse than the actuality of them.

    We finished the snails as Patrick, the man that had served the snails, emerged with the next course.  He collected the small plates that the snails had arrived on and delivered a small bowl of lime sherbet topped with a small twig of fresh mint.  It was cold and tasty and cleansed the palette perfectly.   We finished the sherbet quickly, nobody hesitant to eat the frozen desert.

    Patrick once again emerged from the kitchen, this time carrying six small Caesar salads.  He set the salad before each of us and collected the now empty bowls that the sherbet had been served in.  He disappeared again, taking the bowls with him.  The six of us ate our salads, savoring the taste of the crisp lettuce and delicious dressing.  The croutons were crunchy and I realized that they were home made, that Jacques had somehow prepared croutons from scratch.  

    We finished the salads and as if on cue Patrick emerged again from the kitchen.  He whisked away our salad plates and returned to refill out wine glasses.  With the glasses fill he returned to the kitchen and immediately returned with the next course, braised lamb shanks with a raspberry sauce served with sautéed new potatoes covered with fresh dill.  Buttery asparagus accompanied the lamb as well.

    Patrick set a plate before each of us, starting with Collette, as it should be.  "Thank you," she said to Patrick.  

    "Mistress," he smiled.

    With the last plate set before us Patrick once again disappeared, allowing us to savor the fare set before us.

    By the end of the lamb we were all professing how full we were.  A chorus of "delicious," and "wonderful," squeaked past out lips.  Patrick was attentive and cleared out plates as soon as we were finished eating.  With the last plate clear he delivered each of us a cup of "after dinner" coffee.  It was a crisp blend of Caribbean beans and Collette purred at the taste.  

    "Anything else, mistress?" Patrick asked with dinner behind us?

    "Tell Jacques well done.  Then return here for your reward."  She turned to Melinda and spoke to her in French.  Melinda said, "oui," and Travis blanched.  

    "It is settled then," Collette said and then spoke again to Melinda.

    Melinda spoke to Travis and Travis nodded in agreement.  Travis climbed to his feet and then jumped onto the table.  He knelt on the table and waited for Patrick to return.

    Patrick emerged from the kitchen and Collette spoke to him.   "Travis here will give you your reward.  I will give you your choice, you can have him give you a blow job or you can fuck him."

    "My choice?"

    Collette nodded, "yes."

    "I want to fuck him."

    "Done."  She turned to me, "Dennis, lubricate his cock."

    "Yes, mistress."

    I stood up from the table and walked over to where Patrick was standing.  He wore a smirk on his face, almost as if he was gloating.  I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth.  I took Patrick's cock into my mouth and slid my tongue around the bulbous shaft.  His cock hardened in my mouth, growing long.  I coated his cock with my saliva and then pulled away.  

    "Very good," Collette said.  Then, turning to Patrick she said, "take your reward."

    In a thick voice he gasped, "thank you, mistress."   Patrick stepped closer to the table and sank his cock into Travis' upturned ass.  Travis grunted at the penetration as Patrick groaned in delight.  Charlotte and Roger looked on straight-faced, both seemingly happy that they had not been singled out as Travis had.  Melinda and Collette both purred at the sight of Patrick slowly fucking Travis.

    Melinda spoke to Collette and Collette agreed with a small, "oui."

    Patrick took his pleasure on Travis, there was nothing soft or tender, he simply pounded his cock into Travis until he ejaculated.  Melinda and Collette watched intently, enjoying the purely animalistic force of Patrick taking his pleasure.  Melinda applauded when Patrick stepped away, his cock now soft.

    "Very good, Patrick," Collette said.  "Could you please send Jacques out?"

    Breathing heavily, Patrick said, "yes, mistress."  He turned and made his way to the kitchen and a moment later Jacques emerged.  Jacques seemed unfazed by the view before him.  Collette spoke to him in French and he replied with an ecstatic, "oui."  With that he quickly reached down and stroked himself until his cock was fully erect.  

    Collette nodded and Jacques stepped forward and pushed his cock into Travis' body.  He grunted and began to piston his hips.  He was slower than Patrick had been but the results were the same, he ejaculated, his sperm mixing with Patrick's within the naked ass of Travis.

    Jacques stepped away and thanked Collette in his native French.

    Collette replied in kind.  

    Jacques turned away and Collette said aloud, "Roger, climb under the table and eat me."  She looked at Charlotte and said, "and you, Charlotte, climb under the table and eat Melinda."  Collette spoke to Travis who immediately climbed off of the table as both Charlotte and Roger left their chairs to climb under the table.

    I watched as Collette and Melinda shifted in their seats, allowing the tongues that lapped energetically at their pussies easier access.  I stared at Collette as her face contorted in pleasure as Roger pleasured her with his mouth.  Melinda came first, shouting her bliss into the room and Collette came just a moment later.

    After Collette came she commanded the pair under the table to come out.  They obeyed instantly.  "We will continue this in my bedroom," Collette decided.  She turned to Melinda she spoke in French.  Melinda agreed and the six of us made out way to the master suite.

    Prince barked once at our arrival and wagged his tail.  "Dennis," Collette commanded me, "take Prince for a walk and get some food for him."  She walked to her obviously happy puppy and rubbed his neck and kissed his head.  "That's a good boy," she said playfully.  

    She kissed him one last time and I called him to me.  He didn't seem to know his name yet, but he recognized the tone.  Prince followed me from the room as I led him to the weather deck.  

    Prince took care of what he needed to do.  I cleaned up after him and let him enjoy the salty sea air for a few minutes before I returned to the galley to get him some food.  Not having made preparations for pet on board the ship we had to feed him some straight hamburger meat.  I made a mental note to acquire some dog food in Tahiti when we finally arrived there.

    Prince ate heartily and drank noisily at the bowl of water we had set out for him.  Once Prince was sated I led him back to the master suite where Collette was waiting for her pleasure to continue.

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