The phone woke me from my slumber.  "Hello," I said groggily.

    The captain's voice greeted me, "sorry to disturb you, sir.  I had called the gentlemen that were interested in acquiring our guests to make the late evening meeting.  There was a conflict and they have just now arrived.  I hope that is okay, sir."

   I assured him that it was and asked that he escort our voluntary guests to our involuntary ones and that Collette and I would meet them there.

    "Very good.  And, sir, they have money."

    "Understood.  Thank you, captain.  See you shortly."  I set the phone on the cradle and gently shook Collette awake. She was not, typically, a morning person and I was loathe to wake her, no matter the reason.  "Mistress," I said with a gentle nudge.  "Mistress, we have guests."

    "Guests?" She was groggy.

    "The captain informed me that the buyers for our imprisoned guests are here.  They arrived early."

    "Okay."  Collette climbed from the bed and donned a pair of beige slacks and a white blouse.  I got dressed as well and together the two of us, with Prince barking at our departure, made our way to the brig. 

    "What's going on?" An angry voice rang out.

    Collette glared at Damon and snapped, "shut up."

    Damon spit at her.

    Collette looked at him contemptuously, "listen to me.  Don't fuck with me or I promise you that what is about to happen will end badly for you.  Worse than you can imagine."  He didn't know if she was bluffing, but he reasoned that with her tone, it would be better to remain quiet.  Damon shut his mouth.

    The captain arrived with two men. One was short and bald and was wearing cut-off shorts and a white baseball cap.  The other man was dressed in black slacks with a white dress shirt tucked neatly into his pants with a thick leather belt neatly threaded through the hoops.  The short man spoke with a deep voice, "you must be Collette."  He held his hand to her.

    Collette shook his had, "a pleasure.  And you are?"

    "My name is Freddie and this is my associate Arthur.  We are here to look into making a small purchase?"

     "Yes," she agreed.  "I have four small problems that need to be taken care of."  She picked up easily that the tone of their conversation was to be vague.  They had not exchanged last names; it was first name only. 

    "And the problems are local?"  He was looking into the four cages that was serving as the ships brig.

    Collette said, "yes."

   Freddie eyed the cages and then asked, "how about I pay you to alleviate your problem?"

    "That seems fair."  She was nodding. 

    Freddie continued to eye Dana and Damon and William and Louisa.  It was obvious by their agitation that they knew what was transpiring, but, amazingly, Collette's threat seemed to hold and the four captives remained silent.  Finally, Freddie said, "two-fifty for each of the men, half for the women."

    "Agreed."

    Arthur pulled out a checkbook and wrote a check for one million five hundred thousand dollars.  He handed the check to Collette and said, "I will have a helicopter arrive to pick up our purchase.  I trust that is okay?"

    Collette pocketed the check and said, "sure is.  If I am not aboard, the captain will see to any needs you have to make the exchange as easy as possible.  Is there anything else?"

    Both Freddie and Arthur were satisfied. 

    The captain acknowledged Collette's directive with and nod and said, "gentlemen. This way please."  He led Freddie and Arthur from the make-shift brig.

    "What the fuck are you doing!" Damon shouted.

    Collette looked at him icily, "getting rid of a few felons.  Cleaning my ship of garbage."  She was furious at his tone and her tone was full of distaste.

    "You can't do this," William said and Louisa echoed his sentiment.

    "You shot members of my crew, stole my property and you did it in international waters.  I can do any damned thing I please."  She pulled the check from her pocket, "I have to say, it has been profitable for me to have you foolishly attack me."  She was nodding, "now, deal with the consequences of your actions."

    Louisa began to cry. 

   Damon hissed at her, "fuck you!" He began banging against the bars of his cage.  "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

    Collette looked at him, "no.  It is you that is fucked." She grinned at him maliciously, "or you will be."

    Louisa croaked, "they made me do it.  Please, don't do this. No."

    Collette felt no sympathy, "they you have them to thank.  You'll be off my ship by sundown."  With that, Collette turned and left the make-shift brig.  I followed behind her.  Only the sounds of crying and cussing and banging on the cage cells marked our passage. 

    I followed Collette back to our stateroom.  Prince barked and greeted us in that happy, you've been gone forever exuberance all dogs seem to have mastered at birth, and jumped on his hind legs; begging us to pet him. 

    We did.

    "That went well," I said, thinking of our 'guests'.

    Collette nodded, "the problem has been taken care of and rather unmessily. It wasn't bad at all." 

    "Ready to go ashore?"

    Collette nodded, "yes."

    Prince barked in agreement.

    "Go check on Melinda and Travis.  I'll meet you by the gang plank in ten minutes."

    "Yes, mistress.  What about Prince?"

    He was wagging his tail, "I'll take him."

    I nodded and left the room.

    I made my way to Travis and Melinda's stateroom.  A quick knock and Travis answered the door.  "Ready?" I asked.

    He understood my query and nodded.  He spoke to Melinda and together the three of us left the stateroom and made our way to the gangplank where Collette was waiting with Prince.  Prince barked at our arrival as if he understood that we would be leaving the ship now that we were all together.

    Collette led us from the ship.  At the edge of the pier a taxi was waiting.  Our driver from yesterday was there and he spoke, "ride today? Maybe?"

    Collette smiled and agreed, "yes.  Thank you, Arlan." I barely remembered his name and it came to Collette easily.  "We would like to hire you for the day again.  Three hundred again?"

    He nodded with no hesitation.

    "Pay him," Collette said.  "Pay him for the week."

    I paid him two thousand dollars and he said, "week, yes!"  He pocketed the cash.

    I looked at Collette, "so, we are in town for a week?"

    She nodded slowly, "at least.  Look where we are; it's beautiful."

    I agreed with her. 

    Collette, with Prince in tow, climbed into the taxi. 

    "Where to?"

    Collette looked at him, "I'm hungry.  A good restaurant for breakfast, please."

    "Yes, food.  I take you good place.  Yes."

    The four of us, five counting Prince, sat tightly packed in the taxi with Travis sitting up front and Prince sitting on my lap with Collette sitting between me and Melinda.  The driver put the car in gear, honked once, and sped away towards our unknown destination.

    It took about twenty minutes before our driver stopped the taxi.  He was talkative, a litany of information spilling from his mouth in his broken English.  He pointed out the mayor's house and the local gardens.  He showed us the huge fountain in the center of the town's park; the artwork was exquisite.  It was a beautiful fountain, we all had to agree. 

    "Breakfast," he said.  "Good food. Omelet's, the best with eggs and goats milk and spinach; very good.  You try, you like."

    I made a face but Collette said, "that does sound good."

    We climbed from the taxi and lashed Prince to a nearby telephone post.  He dug at the grass and barked at us with his tail wagging as we made our way into the restaurant.  There were ten tables in the middle of the restaurant and the outer walls were adorned with large booths with cigarette burns on the wooden tables.  A young lady, no more than fifteen came up to us and asked, "four?"

    A nod and Collette said, "yes."

    The menu's were written in French and English.  On our drivers recommendation, Collette and Melinda both ordered the spinach omelets.  I ordered an omelets as well, with bacon instead of spinach while Travis ordered some eggs benedict with rye toast.  The omelets were good and filling and when we had finished eating we got a large side of ham to go for Prince.  He ate it quickly and I had to wonder if he even tasted it.  He was excited by his breakfast, however, and when we untied him he would stand on his hind legs and sniff us, looking for more to eat.  We all laughed at his antics.

    With breakfast behind us, we made our way back to our driver and climbed into the taxi.

    "Where to?"

    Collette spoke to Travis and Melinda in French and when the driver heard he began to speak in French as well.  It was, apparently, his native language.  The words rolled off his tongue in a non-stop, flowing litany.  Collette kept pace and I only understood the occasional word.  Finally, he stopped speaking and Collette turned to me, "we're going parasailing."  She was always great at keeping everybody in a conversation, no matter the language that was being spoken.

    "Sounds like fun."

    The driver drove us around the island, the south Pacific rolling towards infinity beyond the taxi's window.  The sun was blaring down, the day going from hot to steamy.  A light breeze was blowing, the trees that lined the street slowly dancing in the unseen currents of air.  Prince had his head out the window, his tongue hanging from his mouth.  Spittle flew from his open mouth; he looked amazingly content.  Why was it that people never looked as completely happy.  I wondered briefly if there was a message there and decided that there probably was.

    We continued skirting the island.  Waves were breaking in a long line of white against the shore.  The powerful ocean seemed at once serene and deadly at the same time.  The drive took another ten minutes before we finally stopped at a small marina with a serene beach sprawling next to the marina.  The driver climbed from the taxi and opened the door for us.  He spoke in French and Collette replied in kind.

    The four of us, with Prince in tow, made our way to the marina.  Two boats were tied together with a large white sign straddling them that read, "parasail tours."

    We made our way to the boats.  A young woman wearing a tiny bikini looked at us and said, "can I help you?"  She was tall and thin and blonde, the classic California girl; she was just a little displaced from the western American shores. 

    "We want to go parasailing," Collette said.

    "Okay," the woman said.  "Have any of you ever been parasailing?"

    Collette translated; we all said no. 

    She explained the costs and when we converted it to American funds it was about seventy-five dollars a person; not too bad.  We paid the fee and the young woman who spoke both French and English went through a thirty minute safety and instruction course.  It was pretty easy. She explained how we would be lifted from the water and how we would land when we were done.  She pulled out a chair and had us each lay down on it, stomach down, to show how we would be fitted in the nylon straps.

    We finished the short lesson and then the four of us, with Prince included, climbed aboard a sleek looking boat with a powerful inboard engine.  We were sped away from the shore and taken to a tiny island about two hundred yards from the main shore of Tahiti.  We were dropped onto the island and the boat idled away from the shore of the island and Travis was fitted with the nylon strap.  Three parasails were rigged and ready and Travis was strapped into the first one.  It was huge; deep red in color.  With Travis strapped in and ready, he was affixed by a rope to the boat that was idling and then pulled into the sky.

    Travis let out a yell of pure joy.  He was pulled aloft, the boat leading him along the coast of Tahiti.  He was riding the air, on the wings of the parasails.  From the boat we could hear him giggle and laugh and after twenty minutes the boat stopped and he gently sank to the ground about two feet from the shore.  He got into the boat and was all smiles.  He talked and talked and while I could not understand the words, I understood the tone; he had had a great time!

    Melinda was next and she went through the same twenty minutes of pure joy.  She applauded when she finally landed and she hugged Travis; the two of them having shared something fabulous. 

    Collette and I took our turns.  The feeling of flying was amazing.  I didn't want the ride to end.  Travis had the best time; he didn't get hurt today. I had to smile with him when I finally got back into the boat.  Our hostess said we did great and returned us to the dock.  "Come back anytime," she said, and Collette promised that we would. 

    Prince barked at an approaching man; whined, spun a circle, and then barked again.

    The man spoke in a deep, gravely voice, "are you Collette and her party?"

    Collette nodded, "yes. What can I do for you?"

    The man lifted a gun and pointed it at them, "you can do what the fuck I tell you.  Keep your mouth shut and head over to that building over there," he hitched his head towards a small shack off to our left.

     Collette looked at him menacingly, "I don't think so."

    The man looked incredulous, "I'll fucking kill you right here."

    Collette shook her head, "no.  I don't think so." 

    "I have a gun!"

   "What do you think you are doing and what do you think you are going to accomplish."

    "I'm robbing you, you stupid bitch.  Can't you understand that?"  The man seemed amazed that his robbery did not go as he had plColletted. 

    "No," Collette said, shaking her head calmly, "you are not robbing me."

    Prince barked again.

    "I'll shoot you!" He was visibly shaken; his arms were tense.  He was sweating profusely.  "I swear I will."

    Collette stepped forward, "no.  You won't.  Give me the gun and I won't make your life miserable.  You have no idea the power I wield."

    He hesitated, "no." He sounded like a petulant child.

    Collette took another step forward, her arm outstretched, "give me the gun."

    The man shook, opened his mouth to speak and finally said nothing.  He shook his head.

    Our driver struck the bandit on his head with a heavy book.  The robber collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling into his head.  His tongue flopped from his mouth; he was out cold. 

    "Are you okay," our driver asked, visibly shaken.

    Collette nodded, "yes.  Let's get him in the the car and take him back to the ship.  I need to teach him a little lesson."

   Our driver looked at Collette with hesitation, "is... is that wise?  I mean, isn't it kidnapping?"

    Collette looked at our driver and said, "probably.  It won't be for long though.  Just a short little lesson on robbing people."

    "Okay," he said, "we do it."  He helped us load the robber into the car and quickly returned to the ship.  Our driver pulled next to the gang plank and the robber, still unconscious, was carried into the ship and put into an empty cell.  Our four guests were still there and agitated and when we appeared they became even more vocal in their protests.  They were shouting and demanding that they be released.

    Collette told them to shut up.

    The robber was thrown into an empty cage.  We have six total and five were currently filled.  He groaned as he was dumped onto the ground, but remained unconscious.  We left the room and made our way back to the pier where our driver was still waiting.  "He good?" he asked.

    Collette nodded.  "He'll be fine."

    "Okay.  Where to then?"

    The parasailing had been invigorating and we were all hungry.  "Lunch," Collette said.  "Something good."

    Our driver nodded, "I know just the place.  Very good!  You see."  With the four of us sitting in the taxi and Prince wagging his tail in our faces, the driver pulled away from our boat.  He sped through the city and stopped outside a small market. "Wait here," he said.  He climbed from the car and disappeared into the store. 

    Ten minutes later, the four of us questioning what he was doing, he emerged with his hands full of two plastic grocery sacks.  He threw the sacks into the trunk of the taxi and climbed back behind the wheel.  "Almost there," he said with a wide grin.

    We kept quiet.  He continued driving and after twenty minutes he stopped outside a small house.  "We eat here," he said.  "My wife is good cook.  Come."  He climbed out of the taxi and opened the door for us.  Prince bounded down the street happily and I called after him.  He stopped, wagged his tail, and came running back. 

    Our driver introduced us to his wife, Marlene, and her husband explained that we were his guests for the evening.  She was a jovial woman with large features.  She was overweight, but she carried the weight well.  Her round face was adorned with rosy cheeks and she greeted us with a soft kiss on our cheeks.  "You are good to my husband," she said, "and you are welcome in our home.  Please, come in."  She looked down at Prince and in a childish tone said, "what a good puppy." 

    Prince wagged his tail, enjoying the attention. 

    Our driver, Darren, grabbed the groceries and made his way into the house, pausing to kiss his wife tenderly as he passed.  It was a welcome site; they obviously had a good marriage. 

    "How long have you been married?" I asked, curious.

    She smiled broadly, "not long enough.  Twenty six years, come October," she said.  Her smile broadened as if she was reliving decades of bliss.  "And all of them good."  Her head shifted towards her house.  Seeing her husband was out of earshot she concluded, "not that I'd tell him that."  She laughed, "keep him hopping."

    Collette joined her in her laughter.  "Good for you," she said.

    Marlene unpacked the groceries that Darren had brought into the house.  He had picked up the stuff for a local dish that contained pork and water chestnuts and a thick stuffing.  Marlene began cooking as Darren poured each of us a glass or white wine.  He set out a bowl of water for Prince as well who grinned his little puppy grin as if to say, "everybody spoils me."

    The six of us stood around the kitchen, helping Marlene when she asked.  We talked about the local politics.  Well, Marlene talked, Darren bitched and the four of us listened with huge grins on our face.  We were witnessing a happy marriage and it seemed strange in today's modern society.  Marriages typically lasted a few years, none of them happy.  We were witnessing a modern day miracle.  Marlene would say something just to goad Darren would would happily take the bait.  It was adorable.

    The conversation drifted to Collette's boat and before dinner was ready, we had two more guests that would be accompanying us upon our departure.  We promised we would return them in less than two months and that was all it took.

    "A real vacation," Marlene said.  She looked at Collette, "topless sunbathing okay?"

    Wine nearly flew from my nose as I laughed.

    Collette smiled, "oh yes."

    "What's so funny?" Marlene queried.

    "Well," Collette said, "our dress code on the ship is a little lax."

    "How lax?"

    "The men wear nothing, the women wear how much or little they want."

    Marlene spit out a sip of wine as she coughed in surprise, "really?  Is it like a slave ship?" Her tone was one of merriment.

    Collette nodded, "yes."

    "Really," the tone changed from merriment to intense fascination.

    Collette chuckled, "yes.  Anything you want, you get.  Anything I want, I get."

    "I like this!"  She looked at her husband, "did you hear?"

    He nodded.

    A look passed between them and I wondered immediately if Darren was submissive.  I got the feeling that he was.  The look combined with how well our driver had taken care of us and how easily he had capitulated when we took the robber to the ship.  I was almost certain of it.

    Marlene looked back to Collette, "and it's your ship?"

    "Yes.  I make the rules and all the men do what they are told."

    She looked at me and then to Travis, "them too?"

    Collette looked at Melinda and translated and then turned to me, "strip." 

    Melinda said something to Travis and as he and I began undressing I understood immediately what Melinda had said to Travis.  She had given him the same command that Collette had given me.

    We stripped.  I dropped my pants and underwear and slipped out of my shoes and socks. I pulled my shirt over my head and stood before Marlene and Darren naked.  Travis had also stripped off his clothes.  We were blushing; I could not see my cheeks, but I could see Travis's and knew mine had the same red hue. 

    Marlene looked over at Darren and said, "you know the drill, then?"

    Darren blushed and pulled his clothes off until all three of the men present were naked and red-faced. 

    Collette smiled and said, "so, yes, I make the rules. It is a slave ship."

    Marlene clapped and said, "then count me in!"  She turned to Darren and commanded that he set the table while she finished cooking.  She explained that Darren could not cook without burning the food so it was the one chore she did.  She explained how Darren even burned toast and that she enjoyed cooking.

    No further commands were given.  The three of us, Darren, Travis, and I remained naked as the meal was first cooked and then consumed.  Darren did the dishes and Travis and I volunteered to help.  We helped him clean the kitchen all while telling Marlene how delightfully tasty the meal she had prepared had been.  There were no left-overs, Prince had seen to that.  Marlene commented on what a good puppy he was and when he scratched at the door, I was allowed to dress to walk him.

    It took ten minutes for Prince to finish his business and when I returned Darren was packing for he and Marlene while Travis was finishing getting dressed.  "We leaving?"

    "Yes," Collette said.  "Heading back to the ship a little early to get Darren and Marlene settled in.  Leaving a little early, but since we are coming back in a couple of months, that will be fine.  We are going to head to Hawaii for a week; we should be able to restock the ship there fairly easily."

    I nodded in agreement, "definitely."  I had given no thought to the ships stores, we had crew members that handled that and they would report to the captain if anything needed to be ordered.  Still, it was a good idea.

    Darren loaded their luggage into the trunk of his taxi.  There were four suitcases total, three were Marlene's and one for Darren.  He finished loading the taxi and then we all climbed into the cab.  It was crowded and Prince was excited, wagging his tail against our captive faces.  Darren drove us back to Collette's ship.  Travis and I helped him and Marlene carry their luggage onto the ship.  Collette had a young man who acted as steward find a room for Darren and Marlene. 

    "Yes, mistress," he said.

    Marlene smiled as the realization that Collette's story had been true. 

    On Collette's order I found the captain.  He informed me that our four original felonious guests had been delivered to their fate and I thanked him.  I asked about our recent acquisition and he said that he had done a lot of shouting for the first hour or so but he had been quiet since.  Again, I thanked him.  I told then captain about our two new guests and he was happy to hear that our trip to Tahiti, while short, had been fruitful.  I assured him that it had.

   With the captain informed, I returned to Collette's side in our stateroom.

    "Any news?"

    "Our guests are gone," I informed her. 

    "Good.  And Darren and Marlene?"

    "They have a nice, large room on the skin of the ship.  They should be settled in shortly."

    "Excellent.  Call Jacques and have him make a special meal for the six of us for dinner."

    "Of course." I picked up the phone and the operator connected me to the galley.  Jacques was not there, but his helper promised he would pass the message on and that dinner would be ready at seven.  I thanked him and filled Collette in on dinner plans.

    "Good. Let our guests know and then join me in the bathroom.  I want a bath."

    "Be right back," I said as I left the stateroom.

    I made my way to Travis's and Melinda's stateroom.  I knocked and when Melinda answered I said, "dinner at seven."  She looked at me blankly.  I held up seven fingers and Melinda nodded and then I made an eating motion, shoveling an invisible fork into my mouth and then chewing imaginary food. 

    Melinda nodded and held seven fingers up to me.

    I nodded in reply. 

    Melinda smiled, nodded again, and then shut the door.

    I left Melinda and made my way to the stateroom that had been given to Darren and his wife Marlene.  I knocked on their door and Darren answered, standing there naked.  "Dinner at seven," I informed him, ignoring his state of dress.  "In the main galley.  One floor up."

    "Thank you," he said.  "We'll be there."

    "Okay," I said and returned to Collette's side.

    Collette was naked and lying in the tub with bubbles enveloping her body.  Her eyes were shut and she was breathing softly.  She did not stir at the sound of my voice. I realized that she was asleep.  I sat down on the toilet and watched her; not staring, just making sure that she did not slip beneath the water.  I sat and watched and Collette slept. 

    She stirred after about fifty minutes.  By then the bubbles had popped and the water had cooled.  Collette opened her eyes and jerked in uncertainty.  She looked at me and smiled softly, "I guess I was tired."

    I nodded and smiled in return, "yes."  I laughed then, shallow but pure. 

    Collette climbed from the tub stating, "the water's cold now.  How long did I sleep?"

    I shrugged, "close to an hour."

    "I feel much better.  Want to take a shower?"

    I nodded, "yeah."

    "Go ahead.  I'll go get dressed."

    I showered and when I emerged from the bathroom I caught Collette yawning, "tired, I take it?"

    "Yes.  Very."  She looked at the clock and said, "dinner will be ready shortly.  Shall we?"

    I understood what she meant, I would not be getting dressed. I figured that it would be to keep up with the discussion we had had with Marlene and Darren.  I followed Collette from our stateroom and the two of us made our way to the galley.  Melinda and Travis were there; Marlene and Darren had not yet arrived.  We greeted the French couple and took a seat at a table large enough for the six of us.  Travis was sipping a glass of red wine and Melinda had a banana daiquiri.

    Jacques emerged from the kitchen and took our drink order.  He was definitely a hands on person; cooking the food and seeing to the comfort of his guests.  He would be a rare find for any world class restaurant and he was Collette's.  Collette ordered a glass of wine to match Melinda's and I ordered a cold glass of sweet tea.

    Ten minutes later a naked Darren and a well-dressed Marlene entered the galley.  "Sorry we're late," Marlene said, "but this is a big ship and we didn't quite know where we were going."

    "That's quite alright," Collette said.  "After dinner we will give you the tour."

    "Deal." 

    Our drinks were delivered and Marlene and Darren gave their drink orders; wine for Marlene and lemonade for Darren. 

    With the six of us seated and the drinks served a small shrimp cocktail was bought out to each of us.  Each cocktail had six large shrimp surrounding a cup of horseradish and wine sauce on a bed of crisp lettuce.  Six separate men, all of then naked, carried the shrimp appetizer to our table and all six cups were set onto the table at precisely the same time with a click in unison.  The training had been going well, obviously and it was the first time I had seen how well the crew's training had progressed.

    "That was cool," Marlene exclaimed happily.  "Where did they learn to do that?"

    "We brought a man from here in town aboard; he will be sailing with us.  He spent a lot of time over the last two days training them and this is the first time we have seen the results."  Collette was beaming over the praise she was getting; her smile broadened and her face was alive with happiness.  "It is impressive, isn't it?"

    "Yes.  You say it was at a restaurant here locally?"

    "A private restaurant not far from here.  I had not been there for a while.  Lots of swimming pools and tunnels that connected them.  Tranquil, peaceful, fun. It didn't seem to take him long to train my crew."  She concluded with a sip of her wine. 

    "Well, I'm impressed," Marlene said, sounding it.

    "We were too," Collette admitted.  "It was the first time I had ever seen it.  We made the inquiries and we are glad to have somebody that was willing to come aboard. It was worth it."

    "Agreed."  Marlene took a sip of wine.

    Our servers, all six of them, left the galley; marching like soldiers in a revue.  They returned to the kitchen.  We chatted, the six of us at the table, for about ten minutes; eating our shrimp and drinking our drinks, when all six of them emerged from the kitchen with six small crystal chalices of lime sherbet.  In unison, a lone click rising from the table, they dropped the sherbet to the table and in one deft motion they took the dirty appetizer dishes away.  Once again they marched to the kitchen.

    "That is so cool," Marlene said, sounding so impressed that it was infectious. 

   Travis and Melinda and Collette chatted amiably; Collette holding two separate conversations; one in French on in English.  She moved back and forth between the two conversations with flawless ease.  She switched back and forth and kept each group informed of what was happening in the other conversation.  She had the skill of a politician when it came to conversations.  It impressed me.

    We finished our sherbet and almost immediately the six naked men came out again, each of them carrying a small garden salad.  The plates were dropped in one fail swoop and the empty sherbet bowls whisked away just as readily.

    The men disappeared and we ate our salad.  The lettuce was crisp and small garbanzo beans mixed well with the raspberry dressing that topped the salad.  We finished the salads and chatted amiably for another ten minutes before the six men emerged again.  They were carrying silver trays covered by silver lids; our dinner was to be a surprise.  With a lone click, the trays were set in front of us.

    The six men each gripped a silver lid and they went around the table like falling dominos, lifting the lids from the silver tray.  Our entree was Cornish game hens in a strawberry glaze sauce atop a bed of dirty rice.  Fresh asparagus with crushed garlic encircled the bed of rice; it smelled fabulous.  Our salad plates were whisked away and the six men left us to eat our entree.

    The food was delicious.  The hen was perfectly prepared, the strawberry glaze was slightly crispy and accented the flavor of the hen delightfully.  The six of us were all making throaty noises of happiness as the flavor exploded on our tongues.  We ate heartily but slowly.  One man kept our drinks full and bought out dinner rolls to accompany the main course.  It was a wonderful meal.

    Our hosts removed our dinner dishes and delivered desert, also with their choreographed actions.  Desert was a mandarin orange cheesecake with pinaple topping.  It was richly decadent and delightfully tasty.  One bite and we knew that Jacques would be preparing it for us again and soon.  It was delicious.

    After desert, our hosts cleaned the table.  The dishes were whisked away, leaving the table empty but for our drinks.  The six men emerged again and delivered a cup of coffee for the six of us to top of the perfect meal. 

    "That was great," Marlene said.

    "We have a great chef.  His name is Jacques."

    "French?"

    "Very French and he is very, very good."

    Marlene could only agree.  "Are all the meals this good?"

    Collette nodded, "the plColletted one's are.  Typically we don't have such an elaborate spread unless we inform the kitchen that we will be eating dinner of if we are at sea and we are definitely onboard.  In port it is usually more a deli than a kitchen."

    "Well, it's phenomenal."

    "Thank you," Collette said, beaming.

    We finished our after dinner drinks, the conversation light.  The three women were still fully dressed, while Travis, Darren and I were quite naked.  Collette looked at us men and then to Marlene, "you know," she said, repeating her words to Melinda in French, "now that we are done eating, it would be a shame to waste these naked men."

    "You know," Marlene said, "I think you are right."

    Melinda seemed to agree as well.

     "What do you think we should do?" Marlene asked.

    "Let's go to gym." She looked at me, "go fetch some toys and meet us in the gym."

    "Yes, mistress," I said and climbed to my feet.  I left the table, the sounds of the table indicating that the other five were getting ready to leave as well. 

    I left galley and fetched the toys.

    When I made it back to the pool deck with my arms loaded with the toys that Collette had requested, I walked in on Travis lying on a lounge chair while Darren was slowly sucking his cock.  Collette had wasted no time in getting the games underway; I had to smile.  I watched Darren fumble around and I had to wonder if prior to this moment had Darren ever sucked a man's cock before.  From the look of it, I would guess that he was inexperienced in his task.

    I made my way to Collette's side and set the large back of sex toys on the ground at my feet.  "I have the toys, mistress," I said.

    She looked at me and then returned her attention to Darren and Travis, "good," she said.  "Why don't you go show Darren how it's done, won't you?"  He tone was playful.  She too noticed Darren's relative inexperience. 

    "Yes, mistress," I said with a nod.

    I crossed the pool deck and tapped Darren on the shoulder, "ready for a lesson?" I asked. 

    He was blushing, his face flustered.  "Yeah. I guess."

    "Watch me," I said.  My face was also red; here I was a grown man giving cock-sucking lessons to another man.  It was embarrassing.  I showed Darren how I sucked cock, how I wrapped my lips around Travis' cock and how I would masturbate him and suck on his turgid member with reckless abandon.  Collette had taught me well and I sucked Travis' cock like a professional.  Darren was nodding and watching and was practicing with an invisible dick.

    After about three minutes, Travis began to groan in anticipation.  Hearing him and watching his hips rise from the lounge chair, Collette said, "stop."

    I stopped.

    "Do you think you can do better now, Darren?" Collette queried.

    He nodded, "yes, ma'am."

    "Good.  Then why don't you take over and finish poor Travis off?  Hmm?"

    Again he said, "yes, ma'am."

    I stood up and got out of Darren's way.

    Darren dropped to his knees between Travis' thighs.  He aped my actions and gripped the cock that bobbed excitedly before him.  He bent forward and wrapped his lips around Travis' cock.  He was a good student and within minutes Travis was groaning and bucking his hips.  He came loudly, his hips rising from the lounge chair.  He spilled his semen into Darren's mouth who swallowed dutifully.

    "Very good," Collette said.  "But," she said with a giggle, "I think you will need a lot more practice. Don't you agree, Marlene?"

    Laughing, Marlene said, "he sure does.  He never got any practice at home.  I think it will prove a valuable skill for him.  If he doesn't have much business driving his taxi, I could always trick him out to the American soldiers and sailors itching for some sexual attention.  I am sure he could make some good money as my little cock-sucker.  What do you think, honey?"

    "Whatever you say, mistress?"  He was blushing.

    "Oh, I do say," she said.  She was only half-kidding; the thought was a powerful one and she knew she could make a fortune if she tricked her husband out.  She would see how well his training progresses in his new cock-sucking duties that she would have him trained in. 

    Collette laughed along with Marlene.  "Look at his face."

    "Yes," Marlene agreed.  "I would like to start his training now.  Is that possible?"  She knew it was. 

    "Of course," Collette said.  She looked at me and said, "go get me four," she looked at Marlene who glanced skyward and amended her words to "six, bring me six off-duty crewmen."

   I bowed my head and said, "yes, mistress."

    Marlene clapped her hands together and said, "goody," as I stepped away.

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