Chapter 1: The Shipwreck
It was Madeline’s first week bartending and it had been hectic, but profitable. Everyone at The Shipwreck was personable and fun to work with.
Tonight, had been her first themed night, with everyone dressed in beach attire. She wished she’d had more notice.
Trying on her bikini was a shock. It was a half size too small now, with the top half pushing her breasts up and out. She couldn’t hope to fit the bottom half, and substituted cutoff shorts, along with a high ponytail and flip flops.
Panicking, she called Noelle to ask for her opinion, “Is it as bad as I think?”
“Nope. It’s perfect, Mad. You’ll drive the guys crazy.”
Madeline surveyed her image in the mirror, thinking, it’s passable, I guess, scant, but it will have to do this time.
With Spring Break at hand, it seemed like the celebratory throngs had been nonstop. She mixed drinks for twelve hours, and the revelers just kept coming.
She had returned home with many black and blue pinch marks on her derriere, and pockets full of cocktail napkins, with names and phone numbers scrawled on them.
She sat in the kitchen emptying her pockets at the table, and talking to her friend on the phone.
Joey was a local friend, a few years older than her, well established in the business world. He was Branch Manager of the Chase Bank, on South Fort Harrison Avenue. He had met her when she came in to open a checking account.
Madeline was a rare beauty, tiny but voluptuous, perfectly proportioned, with hair the color of redwood. She wore it long and straight, with the length falling straight down her back to her butt, with long bangs in front.
Joey surmised that Madeline was a timid creature, gentle, kind, truly naïve, and meant to convince the world otherwise.
Dating clients was forbidden but,” he thought, surveying the company policy, There’s nothing that says I can’t be a very close friend.
Having met Madeline at a few functions, many of his friends had wanted to date her, but he was well acquainted with their lecherous appetites, and flatly refused.
Joey finished his thought, “They’re Spring Breakers, from all over the country, not just North America. You’re establishing your life here. Right?”
“Exactly,” Madeline smiled, relieved to have logical input, “I just moved here, and got a job that I love. I hope to not have to move again anytime soon.”
“Feel better,” he asked.
“Yes, I felt like I should remember every person I spoke with, but the rush just didn’t allow for that.”
“Good,” he said, soothingly, “I’m glad I could help you put it into perspective, and Madeline, you are under no obligation to remember every person you speak with.”
“Thanks, Joey,” she said, affectionately, “I really appreciate it.”
She hung up the phone, gathered the pile of napkins into her hands, and then noticed a business card, with bold typeface. She plucked it from the pile and threw the rest away.
The card was deep red, embossed, with a large, gold print, which read, “Sin-tillation,” with an address on the back. No name. No number. No description.
I guess, it’s a mystery then, she sighed, laying it on the nightstand, thinking, It’s probably a beauty parlor. Madeline picked up a romance novel to read until sleep claimed her.
The rest of the week was a blur of slinging drinks, and trying to get enough rest to do it again. Very late on a Saturday night, she was assigned to bartend a private party.
The Shipwreck held secrets she hadn’t been aware of. It had a large, underground basement, outfitted with a service elevator, for covert entrances and exits.
The theme was The Playboy Bunny Ranch. Madeline helped ready the room and stocked the bar, at the far end, then donned a tight, pink bodysuit with bunny ears, and appropriate accessories.
She stood ready, serving her first drinks, when the door swung shut and locked, with the host saying, straight faced, “Let the games begin.”
It was jarring that she’d had no forewarning, though she had most everything she needed in the room with her. She did her job professionally until a man crooked his finger, beckoning her to follow.
She joined him in the elevator to take his drink order, then returned with a Dark N’ Stormy Cocktail.
He was much taller than her, handsome with a ruddy complexion, Probably thirty-five to forty years old, she estimated.
He shut the elevator doors, turned to her, and stated, “You’ve been chosen. Come to this address,” he said, handing her the same card she’d put on her nightstand, “tomorrow at seven p.m. Be prepared to follow orders. This is a very exclusive party. Don’t be late.”
“Okay,” she hesitated, “Who do I ask for when I arrive?”
“No, dear. No names. Someone will come for you. There’s a parking garage. Wait in your car. Someone will escort you from there.”
“What’s the theme of the party,” she queried.
“Captive slave,” he answered, not a trace of amusement in his expression, and staring straight down into her soul.
“What should I wear for this?”
“All will be provided,” he replied, without blinking.
“Yes, sir,” she relented, feeling very uneasy about this. “I’m assuming you have discussed this with my boss, so I will be there at seven p.m.”, as requested
INKITT - SIN-TILLATION CHAPTER ONE UPDATED 6/11/2025
It was Madeline’s first week bartending and it had been hectic, but profitable. Everyone at The Shipwreck was personable and fun to work with.
Tonight had been her first themed night, with everyone dressed in beach attire. She wished she’d had more notice.
Trying on her bikini was a shock. It was a half size too small now, with the top half pushing her breasts up and out. She couldn’t hope to fit the bottom half, and substituted cutoff shorts, along with a high ponytail, and flip flops.
Panicking, she called Noelle to ask for her opinion, “Is it as bad as I think?”
“Nope. It’s perfect, Mad. You’ll drive the guys crazy.”
Madeline surveyed her image in the mirror, thinking, it’s passable, I guess, scant, but it will have to do this time.
With Spring Break at hand, it seemed like the celebratory throngs had been nonstop. She mixed drinks for twelve hours, and the revelers just kept coming.
She had returned home with many black and blue pinch marks on her derriere, and pockets full of cocktail napkins, with names and phone numbers scrawled on them.
She sat in the kitchen emptying her pockets at the table, and talking to her friend on the phone.
Joey was a local friend, a few years older than her, well established in the business world. He was Branch Manager of the Chase Bank, on South Fort Harrison Avenue. He had met her when she came in to open a checking account.
Madeline was a rare beauty, tiny but voluptuous, perfectly proportioned, with hair the color of redwood. She wore it long and straight, with the length falling straight down her back to her butt, with long bangs in front.
Joey surmised that Madeline was a timid creature, gentle, kind, truly naïve, and meant to convince the world otherwise.
Dating clients was forbidden but,” he thought, surveying the company policy, There’s nothing that says I can’t be a very close friend.
Having met Madeline at a few functions, many of his friends had wanted to date her, but he was well acquainted with their lecherous appetites, and flatly refused.
Joey finished his thought, “They’re Spring Breakers, from all over the country, not just North America. You’re establishing your life here. Right?”
“Exactly,” Madeline smiled, relieved to have logical input, “I just moved here, and got a job that I love. I hope to not have to move again anytime soon.”
“Feel better,” he asked.
“Yes, I felt like I should remember every person I spoke with but, the rush just didn’t allow for that.”
“Good,” he said, soothingly, “I’m glad I could help you put it into perspective, and Madeline, you are under no obligation to remember every person you speak with.”
“Thanks, Joey,” she said, affectionately, “I really appreciate it.”
She hung up the phone, gathered the pile of napkins into her hands, and then noticed a business card, with bold typeface. She plucked it from the pile and threw the rest away.
The card was deep red, embossed, with a large, gold print, which read, “Sin-tillation,” with an address on the back. No name. No number. No description.
I guess, it’s a mystery then, she sighed, laying it on the nightstand, thinking, It’s probably a beauty parlor. Madeline picked up a romance novel to read until sleep claimed her.
The rest of the week was a blur of slinging drinks, and trying to get enough rest to do it again. Very late on a Saturday night, she was assigned to bartend a private party.
The Shipwreck held secrets she hadn’t been aware of. It had a large, underground basement, outfitted with a service elevator, for covert entrances and exits.
The theme was The Playboy Bunny Ranch. Madeline helped ready the room and stocked the bar, at the far end, then donned a tight, pink bodysuit with bunny ears, and appropriate accessories.
She stood ready, serving her first drinks, when the door swung shut and locked, with the host saying, straight faced, “Let the games begin.”
It was jarring that she’d had no forewarning, though she had most everything she needed in the room with her. She did her job professionally until a man crooked his finger, beckoning her to follow.
She joined him in the elevator to take his drink order, then returned with a Dark N’ Stormy Cocktail.
He was much taller than her, handsome with a ruddy complexion, Probably thirty-five to forty years old, she estimated.
He shut the elevator doors, turned to her, and stated, “You’ve been chosen. Come to this address,” he said, handing her the same card she’d put on her nightstand, “tomorrow at seven p.m. Be prepared to follow orders. This is a very exclusive party. Don’t be late.”
“Okay,” she hesitated, “Who do I ask for when I arrive?”
“No, dear. No names. Someone will come for you. There’s a parking garage. Wait in your car. Someone will escort you from there.”
“What’s the theme of the party,” she queried.
“Captive slave,” he answered, not a trace of amusement in his expression, staring straight down into her soul.
“What should I wear for this?”
“All will be provided,” he replied, without blinking.
“Yes, sir,” she relented, feeling very uneasy about this. “I’m assuming you have discussed this with my boss, so I will be there at seven p.m.”, as requested
He opened the elevator doors and she slipped out, returning to the bar. The rest of the evening was uneventful, save for the feeling that he watched her every move. She could feel his eyes raking her, and found it unsteadying that she was inexplicably drawn to him.
He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome, With an emphasis on dark and handsome, she thought, recalling their encounter in the shadows.
He opened the elevator doors and she slipped out, returning to the bar. The rest of the evening was uneventful, save for the feeling that he watched her every move. She could feel his eyes raking her, and found it unsteadying that she was inexplicably drawn to him.
Finally, she shook her head clear of deeply personal thoughts, silently scolding herself, Stop it. This is work. That’s all. You will sling drinks like the danged professional that you are!
