I wobbled on unsteady legs.  The ship was rocking slightly as we neared the island of Tahiti.  The last five days had been rough, with the seas seemingly angry at the world.  Water had broken over the bow of the yacht one day, the seas heavy.  The weather reports had indicated near-typhoon strength winds and rains.  Two dozen members of the crew had taken refuge in the infirmary with heaving and a bad case of sea-sickness. 

    I had been released two days earlier and had spent most of my time lying naked in bed with Collette, the two of us talking with Prince lying between us moving his head from side to side.  It was as if he could understand what was being said and was intently listening; not wanting to miss anything important. 

    Collette had slowly been giving me updates on her newest "guests," trapped in their own cages, awaiting whatever punishment Collette deemed appropriate.  During the last five days the only companionship they had besides themselves was the crewmen and women that brought them their meals; cold cereal for breakfast and sandwiches for lunch and dinner.  Their menus were purposefully bland, they deserved no pleasure.  Three times a day they were individually escorted to a bathroom for calls of nature and a cold shower, the hot water having been removed from the one stall that they were given access too.  Again, no comforts were appointed to the felons in our make-shift brig.

    They looked haggard and worried.  They knew a punishment was coming, what had happened to Damon after he had performed the first felonious act, was proof of that. And they knew it would be worse than a paddling and being locked in an uncomfortable cage with just their head above water.  Each of them had a punishment in mind that the would not want to face, their imaginations running wild.  And each of them worried that the reality would be much, much worse.

    "Anchor crew, report to the forecastle."  The captain's voice rang through the ship.

    Collette and I lay in bed, Collette perking up, "we're at Tahiti."

    "Yes," I agreed.

    "This is going to be fun," she said giddily.

    Prince barked, as if in agreement.

    Collette grabbed Prince's face and rubbed his fur, "yes, my good boy.  You can come with us."

    His tail was wagging happily.

    I looked at Collette; she was beaming.  She was ready for a trip ashore.  The island of Tahiti would do her well; the food, the water, the fun.  She was ready to be a tourist!  She was dressed in white shorts and a light green pull-over top.  Ample cleavage was visible and I smiled appreciatively.  Underneath she wore her bathing suit.  She was ready for whatever the day would bring.

     I was wearing a pair of blue swim trunks and a white T-shirt.  Prince was wearing a collar and his leash was hanging by the door leading from the master suite.  We were ready to go. 

    Twenty minutes passed before we heard an announcement that the ship was anchored.  Five minutes after that another announcement rang out that a small boat was ready to ferry the crew to and from shore for whatever fun they required.  Collette's boat was separate from the rest and would be available at her command the entire time the ship was anchored in Tahiti. 

    The phone rang.

    "Hello," I replied, holding the phone to my ear.  I listened and concluded with a "thank you." 

    "Who was that?" Collette asked as I hung up the phone.

    "The captain," I replied.  "Two men will be flying into Tahiti and wish to see the boat we have for sale."

    "Wonderful," she said as she finished brushing her hair.  "Now," with a huge smile, "let's go ashore!"

    "Are Travis and Melinda ready?"

    Collette chuckled, "ready?  She told me at breakfast that she would meet us by the launch and that she would get there before us.  She wants to shop.  She was nearly leaping from her skin when she told me."

    I laughed with her, "I guess she is."

    As promised Travis and Melinda were waiting for us at the rear of the ship where Collette's boat was ready to ferry us to shore.  The water was crystal clear and beautifully blue.  Directly ahead of us was the island of Tahiti.  Green trees lined peaceful hills and the water acted as we did and raced towards the white sand beaches.  From our position I could hear the sound of a party on the beach, the rhythmic thumping of dreams racing over the waves.

    "C'est jolie," Melinda breathed.

    "Very pretty," Collette agreed.

    The four of us climbed aboard Collette's personal craft used to ferry Collette and her guests to and from the ship in the event that we wanted to go ashore and were not pulled pier side.  As I stepped onto the small but well decorated boat I wondered why we were not tied to a pier.  Why were we at anchor?  I looked at Collette and asked if she had heard.

    She smiled at me, "we will be pulling alongside a pier tomorrow; they did not have an open berth today.  Simple as that.  Prince will join us tomorrow.  He don't need to take the boat ride."

    It made sense, of course.  "Sounds good." 

    The motor was started and a now-dressed crewman pulled the boat away from Collette's ship and ferried us to shore.  He pulled along side a wooden pier where a rope was set up that directed Collette, Travis, Melinda and I into a small, wooden shack where a dark-skinned woman greeted us.  "Welcome to Tahiti," she said with a thick accent. 

    We greeted her.

   "If you have any items to declare for customs upon your return to your ship, you will have to go through here." She smiled. "Have a good day."

    So, even here, we had to deal with customs.

    We left the wooden shack and headed into town.  The music that had reached out ears from Collette's ship was louder now and that is the direction Collette led us.  We followed her; she was our leader.  She led us past some run down houses and past some men playing checkers while sitting on rickety straw chairs.  The music was growing louder and with the smells of local cuisine.

    We reached the beach and looked out at a large celebration.  Torches were burning, the smoke from the fire billowing into the warm air.  A man and a woman stood under  an ivy covered archway, before a dark haired minister.  It was a wedding and the man and woman were exchanging vows while struggling to be heard over the loud drums and bellowing guitars.  To our right a large pig was spinning on a spit above a large fire. 

    My stomach grumbled.  Hunger mixing with the remnants of the bullet wound that had left a nasty scar under my left nipple.  I swayed briefly and dropped to one knee.

    "Are you okay?" Collette asked.

    I nodded.  "Yes." I smiled at her, "just a little weak with hunger."

    She looked at me skeptically and finally said, "okay."

    Collette led us another twenty yards and then said to me forcefully, "sit."

    I gladly sat.  My chest was stinging and I couldn't help but to wince as I took a seat on the hot sand. 

    Collette heard my gasp of pain but said nothing.   She spoke French to Melinda and Travis and much too quickly for my limited vocabulary to comprehend.  Melinda was nodding and Travis said, "oui."  Collette looked at me, "stay here with Melinda.  Travis is going to go get some food and I am getting drinks."

    I nodded, "okay."

    "Good."

    Melinda sat next to me and smiled at me as if saying, "I feel your pain."  Travis made his way to the pig on a spit while Collette made her way to a straw-thatched hut that covered a large bamboo bar. 

    I was watching the wedding and when the vows were finished the drums grew louder and strong beats punctuated their walk down the sand aisle, past the guests, and towards a waiting cab.  The couple were whisked away to an unknown destination.  I figured that they would be back, the pig and bar seemed to be the part of the after-wedding reception.  The smell of the pork drifting through the air was wonderful and my stomach gurgled in time with the beating drums. 

    Collette made it back with four glasses full of cold liquids; water for me, a beer for Travis and a mystical concoction for Melinda and Collette.  She took a seat next to me and handed me the water.  With all seriousness she said to me, "if we are going to fast, tell me.  I don't want you to get hurt as you try to keep up.  I know you and you will push yourself to far if you think that it will disappoint me if you don't.  Do not do it this time.  I know you have been shot; you have permission to feel week and have us slow down.  Understand?"

    I dropped my head to look at my lap, "yes, mistress." She knew me well and I felt guilty.

    Melinda sipped the drink that Collette had handed her and said, "bon."

    Collette said the same thing, only in English, "good."  She knew me so well.

    Travis returned with four wooden plates filled with some fresh pig, carved from the spit.  It was hot and good and it filled the four of us quickly.  Collette said that it was "wonderful" and we all had to agree.  We finished our pork by the time the newlyweds arrived.  They had changed clothes and were wearing matching white shorts.  The man, short with a thin moustache, held his bride's hand.  She was wearing a thin, white, tube-top. They looked comfortable.

    The couple began to dance with the gathered guests and Melinda pulled Travis towards the couple, they were going to dance as well.  I watched as Collette climbed to her feet and said, "watch our drinks."

    "Yes, mistress," I said, thankfully.  She was letting me rest. 

    Collette danced with the groom, seeming to push her way through the crowd of gatherers, celebrating the newlyweds.  She danced, as did Travis and Melinda while I caught the breath that I had not realized I had lost.  My heart was pounding loudly in my chest, seeming to jump with each beat of the thunderous drums.  I felt cold, even in the heat of the day.  Perhaps, I reasoned, I was not ready for a trip off the ship.

    I watched the smile on Collette's face grow with each fast dance and was glad that, even if I did not feel well, I did not miss that smile. It was the kind of smile that made sick children feel normal or lonely old people feel loved.  It was the kind of smile that made a weak man push his body past where it should be pushed, just to see it.  I smiled in return, even if the smile was not seen.

    Melinda skipped a dance to take a sip of her drink and Travis danced with the bride, dipping her deeply.  Collette joined in a make-shift conga line as the music grew even louder and more upbeat.  The wedding party was in full swing and the sounds of laughter nearly overpowered the beat of the drums.   

    Collette and Melinda kept dancing while Travis took a seat next to me, obviously winded.  The conga line kept snaking around the tiki poles with small flames licking at the sky.  Off to the west, the sun began to sink below the watery horizon.  We had arrived late in the day and had spent our first couple of hours crashing a wedding.  If anybody noticed or objected, nothing was said.  I reasoned that the more really was the merrier.

    The dancing gave way to small clumps of people talking while the bride and groom made their way together to each of the tiny cliques.  Melinda and Collette returned to where I was sitting and where Travis had fetched them fresh drinks.  They took a seat and the four of us waited our turn to congratulate the newlywed couple.

    The bride and groom arrived by our side, and the four of us stood up. Only I winced. 

    "Congratulations," Collette spoke for all of us.

    "Thank you," the groom said. 

    "Yes, thank you," his bride echoed.  She was tall and tan with dark hair.  The man's moustache seemed even thinner now that we were face to face.  We shook hands and hugged the bride and smiling, the couple moved on.

    Collette said, "let's go." 

    We followed Collette off of the beach; we had stopped by and had briefly crashed the wedding.  Well, maybe crashed wasn't the right word.  We had a good time and had a free meal and as the sun sank below the horizon and the lights of the city came alive, we made our way off of the beach and further into the island. 

    I was feeling better now that I had rested, but I knew it would not be long before I was winded again.  It had only taken a few minutes of walking from the pier to the beach, about half a mile away before my body had weakened considerably enough for Collette to comment on it. How long would it be before I was tired again?  Not long, I reasoned. 

    Collette was watching me, looking for signs of my fatigue. 

    I smiled at her and at her obvious concern. 

    She nodded as if to say, "I'm watching you."

    I knew she was. 

    She led us into the city.  I wondered if she had been to Tahiti before.  I knew she had not been here after she and I met nearly a decade earlier.  Still, the time before that was not entirely known to me.  Had she been here before?  As I watched her lead us further from the shore, the music of the beach now so faint that I could barely hear it, I figured that she had been here before. 

    She led us past nightclubs and restaurants, past a golf course and a theater and finally she stopped outside a non-descript warehouse looking building.  It had a corrugated metal roof and plain white walls.  "We're here," she said.

    "Where?" I asked and Melinda seemed to ask the same question in French.

    Collette smiled and approached a black double door.  She knocked once. 

    The door opened and a tall, well-built black man with a shaved head said in a voice that was deeper than any voice I had ever heard, "what?"

    Collette raised an eyebrow and said, "Donner party.  Party of four."

    "So."

    Collette smiled and said, "so, let us in."  Her tone was level and even. 

    The man stepped aside, "welcome to paradise," he said.

    Collette turned to face the three of us and said, "let's go."

    We followed Collette into liquid decadence.  A huge collection of pools filled the room, each of the large pools connected to the other with chCollettels.  Bridges spColletted the pools and the chCollettels.  I noticed tunnels also connecting the pools.  Naked men and women were swimming in the pools and tunnels and chCollettels while faint music drifted down like gently falling snow.  The water of the pools spilled crystal shadows on the walls, light blue bursts of light that danced like swaying tree limbs in a soft summer afternoon breeze.

    It was tranquil.

    Around the edges of the pools were dozens of tables with more men and women, some dressed and some not, sitting and drinking and talking and smiling.  They were obviously enjoying themselves in the Shangri-la.

    Collette continued to lead.  We followed her to the back of the large building to an empty table.  We took a seat and I was thankful to be off my feet.  Less than thirty seconds later a naked man approached our table.  "What can I get you?" 

    We each offered our drink orders and immediately the man whisked himself away to retrieve them. 

    Melinda spoke and Collette replied; both of them speaking French.  Travis nodded, his question  having been answered as well. 

    "You've been here before?" I asked.

    She nodded, "years ago.  I came here with friends of mine the last time I was on Tahiti.  It has improved somewhat; much more peaceful.  Nice, isn't it?"

    "Oh, yes," I had to agree.

    The naked waiter returned a moment later with our drinks.  He set each of them in front of us and then asked if we would like anything else.

    Melinda spoke and once again Collette replied.  "Oui."

    Collette looked at the young man with crystal blue eyes and a short cropped hair style.  "We would like two men and two jump ropes, please.  Also, could you bring some snails?"

    "Of course," he replied and immediately turned away.

    About two minutes later two strong men with chiseled stomachs and large cocks arrived, each carrying a jump rope with them.  They were to be the entertainment while we ate our appetizer, it seemed.  Collette looked at them appreciatively and smiled, "begin." 

    Immediately the two men began jumping rope.  They cocks bobbed and flopped with each bounce and both Melinda and Collette oohed and ahed and clapped at the sight.

    The waiter returned with the tan delicacy and we ate the snails while the men continued to jump with the thin white rope whisking over their head.  Collette stopped the two men after five minutes and countless leaps.  "Very nice," she said.  "What else can you do?"

    The man to Collette's left replied, "anything any of you like.  We are here to serve."

    "I like that," Collette said throatily.  "You two deserve a reward.  Give each other a blow job, won't you?"

    "Of course."  There was no hesitation in his voice.  I figured it was not the first time these two men had been given that order; or any man here for that matter.

    The taller man dropped to his knees and began to pleasure the second man.  We watched, Collette and Melinda more interested than Travis and I, as the taller man sucked and licked and swallowed until the shorter man came.  The shorter man climbed onto his toes as he came, his ass flexing tightly.  He moaned, gasped and then slipped back down to his feet.  "Thank you," he said, more to Mistress Collette than to the man that had just pleasured him.

    He dropped to his knees then and returned the favor.  After about four minutes the taller man received his reward, spilling his seed into the shorter man's mouth.  When they were finished Collette applauded them.  "Very nice.  Very nice, indeed."

    "Thank you, ma'am," they replied, nearly in unison.

    She took a sip of her drink and then asked for a menu. 

    The two men nodded and the shorter said, "be back with your menu in a moment, ma'am."

    "Thank you."

    "You're welcome," he said, turning away.

    Almost immediately, as if we had a personal waiter waiting just out of view to serve us, approached the table.  He held four large, leather-bound menus in his hand.  He distributed a menu to each of us and then promised he would be back in a moment.  He stepped away, giving us free reign to peruse the menus at our leisure.

    The four of us read the menus we had been given.  The sheer number of different meals we could ordered amazed me.  The menu had enough seafood to rival any seafood only restaurant and enough different cuts of beef that one could have a different cut of steak every day for two weeks without repeating what was eaten. There was pastas and salads, chicken and pork and fish and beef and three pages of deserts.  It was the most encompassing menu I had ever seen.

    The waiter returned and took our order. Collette ordered two lobster tails and New England clam chowder.  I had to wonder how authentic it would be. Looking at the opulence around me, however, answered my question. It would be flawless.  Melinda ordered lamb chops with a raspberry glaze.  Travis ordered fried flounder and squid.  I asked for stuffed chicken breasts with a lemon-basil sauce.  The waiter took our order and immediately stepped away.  My stomach grumbled as I waited.

    Collette and Melinda chatted amiably, while Travis listened on.  I kept busy by just staring at the art and people and water, the room was overpowering.  Our drinks were refilled even before our current glasses became empty.  It was wonderful service.  Our dinners were delivered, will all four plates hitting the table by four separate waiters, simultaneously with a soft clicking sound. It was like the precision rifle work of skilled soldiers.

    Melinda applauded.

    We ate our meals, sharing bites off each of our plates.  The meals were spectacular.  Collette ordered chocolate cake with a chocolate coffee topping for desert, which the four of us split.  It was phenomenal. 

    The plates were whisked away as soon as our forks hit the plate.  The service was impeccable and I wondered how hard it would be to implement on the ship.  I would have to look into it for Collette.  She would appreciate it, or at least that is how I read the shine in her eyes.  We had the crew, it was the training that they would need.  I would ask a waiter when Collette was not within earshot what I could do to bring some crew here to be trained or to hire a few waiters away from this Shangri-la.

    When our table was cleared, Collette stood up and removed her shorts and top.  Naked, she ran and dove into the nearest pool  When in Rome, I thought as I stripped as well.  The water was hotter than I had expected and it surprised me.  I should have reasoned, the room was warm.  The water felt terrific and I felt the pain in my chest fading as I took the weight off of my body and transferred it equally to all parts of my body as I floated slowly in the warm water.

    I watched as Travis and Melinda stripped and jump into the water. The four of us were kids again, it seemed.  We laughed and splashed and giggled and thoroughly enjoyed the water as it cascaded and caressed our bodies.  It was heavenly.  This place was amazing.  I had never seen a pool club in the states but reasoned that the would catch on if the legalities of naked people could be overcome in the community where it was built. 

    I tired quickly and climbed out of the pool.  I sat in my chair and took another sip of my drink.  A waiter came to me and asked if I needed anything else. 

    "A moment of your time, perhaps?" I asked.

    "Of course, sir."

    "Are there any waiters, waitresses, hosts or hostesses that would like a change of scenery?"

    "I don't understand, sir."

    "We have a vessel anchored out on the harbor," I explained.  "And I have to say that I am overly impressed with the actions of the waiters and waitress here, the synchronized tapping of the meals; it was great!  I'd like to hire a few of the staff to either train our crew how it is done, or if anybody wants, to sail with us.  It pays well enough, free room and board and definitely different scenery to be had than here only."

    He smiled, "I don't think my wife and kids would want me to sail with you, sir, but I can ask around for you.  I can make sure that the training is done, there are a number of people that would like to make a few extra dollars.  As for sailing with you, like I said, all I can do is ask."

    I nodded, "fair enough.  Thank you, sir."

    "You're welcome.  Is there anything else, sir?"

    "No, thank you."

    He nodded and turned away.

    Collette climbed out of the pool, "what was that about?"

    I smiled at her and her wet, naked body, "just trying to see about adding to our crew or at least training them to do that synchronized plate tapping thing."

    "You liked that, huh?" she asked with a smile.

    "Yes. I thought it was very cool."

    "Any luck?"

    I nodded, "I think so, yes.  I can't guarantee an addition to your crew, but I can guarantee the same choreographed moves like we saw tonight."

    She smiled, obviously pleased.  "I liked it too," she said. 

    I smiled back.

    Collette took a sip of her drink and then said to me, "strip.  Come into the pool."

    I stood and stripped and the two of us, hand in hand, jumped into the pool.  We swam around the first pool and then I had to try the first tunnel. I dove under the water and swam about twelve feet into the next pool.  I had to wonder if anybody ever got stuck or trapped in one of these tunnels. I had a feeling that most, if not all of the staff were trained in CPR. 

    I broke the surface and took a deep breath.  Collette swam through the tunnel and popped up next to me.  "To the corner," she said.

    I swam to the corner she had indicated. She swam next to me and her hand snaked up my leg.  She fondled my naked cock until I was hard and throbbing.  With a smile she stepped forward and sank her wet sex onto my cock.  She nibbled my ears and whispered, "don't move."

    I whispered back, "yes, mistress."

    Collette began to slowly fuck herself with my cock.  She was very slow in her movements but her eyes were half-open and her lips slightly parted; a look of ecstasy.  My breathing began to escalate and hearing that Collette said, "warm me if you are about to come, so I can stop."

    I groaned, "yes, mistress."

    Collette continued to ever-so-slowly ride my cock. My knees knuckled and I relocked them.  The water of the pool splashed over our bodies and as my body began to tense in an impending orgasm I croaked, "please stop."

    "Why?" She giggled.

    "So I don't come."

    She giggled louder and stopped.  She just sat on my cock and waited with her head tilted slightly. 

    I understood the look and when the urgency passed I whimpered, "start again?"

    She nodded, "uh huh."  And she did.  As before she slowly ride my cock.  In and out she moved, fucking me.  The feeling caused my mouth to drift open and my eyes to slip shut.  It was wonderful and slow and the added thrill of the crowded room being able to see us.  It was different than the ship where the whole crew was Collette's crew; these people were strangers and that thrill excited me even more.

    "Please, stop," I gasped.

    Collette stopped, "you ask so prettily," she said. 

    I groaned.

    Collette waited and began to ride me again.  Once again I whimpered, "please stop."

    She did not stop and I came, spilling my seed into her warmth.  I groaned and threw my head back. Collette climbed off of my cock and pulled herself out of the water.  She spread her legs and said, "clean me."

    Embarrassed by the sight that we were making, I obeyed never the less.  I squatted in the water and pressed my face to her sex. I lapped my semen from the depths of her softness, pulling it into my mouth.  My face contorted at the mixed taste of my semen and the chlorinated water.  I licked my lips, scraping my tongue across my teeth. 

    Collette laughed, "taste good?"

    "It's the pool water," I protested. 

    She laughed louder, a rich and happy sound.  "That's funny."

    I bent forward to continue, half expecting her to stop me.  She didn't.  I continued to lap at her sex until she was clean. 

    "Thank you," she said.  "That was great."

    "You're welcome."

    She leaded towards me and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth.  I kissed back, our tongues engaged in rough probing and rapid rotations.  She broke the kiss and said, "let's rejoin Melinda and Travis."

    "Of course."

    We swam across the pool and back through the small tunnel.  We continued across the next pool and climbed out of the water by our table.  Melinda and Travis were sitting and sipping their drinks as we took our seats.  Melinda spoke to Collette and Collette replied.  Collette then looked at me and said, "our dinner was free tonight according to Melinda.  Apparently the staff enjoyed our show and so they comped our meal.  Wasn't that nice of them?"

    "Yes," I said with a nod.  I knew that we had put on a great show.

    The four of us finished our meals and our drinks and as we were preparing to leave a young man approached.  "Sir," he said.

    "Yes?"

    "I hear you are looking for somebody to possibly take a place on your crew?  Somebody to show the choreographed meal placements."

    "Yes," I said enthusiastically.

    "Well, sir, I would like the opportunity to apply for the position.  Would it be okay to come to your vessel for an interview?"

    Collette replied for me, "absolutely.  What time would you like to show up?"

    "Whatever time is most convenient for you, madam," he replied without hesitation.

    Passing his first test, Collette said, "we are pulling pierside in the morning.  How about noon."

    "I'll be there."

    Collette nodded and said, "wonderful.  Don't be surprised by what you see," she looked around the room.  "I doubt you will be."

    He nodded in understanding and then spun away to return to his duties. 

    "Well," Collette said to me, "he's cute.  I wonder what he'd look like naked."  She laughed and continued, "I suppose that if we hire him, I'll find out. Won't I?"

   I could only agree, "yes."  I smiled at her. 

    Collette, Melinda, Travis and I made our way to the exit.  The sun had long since set and the moon was only a sliver in the dark sky.  We made our way towards the beach.  The sounds of the wedding had disappeared.  We returned to the pier and the four of us were returned to Collette's ship.  It was a beautiful night and the trip back to the boat was calm and relaxing. 

    Arriving back at the ship we separated and returned to our rooms where sleep quickly overtook us. 

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