The Yacht

What was I thinking agreeing to this? Am I having severe lapse in judgement or have I truly lost my mind? In all honestly, I thought it was joke when I received such a forward offer last night, but here I am standing on the deck of a yacht in the middle of the ocean with the sun beaming down on me with nothing to lose except possibly my life.

How did I even get to this point?

Well, let’s see, I was in the club drunk and drugged out of my mind after being dumped and fired on the same day by the same person. Word of advice, never have a relationship with your boss no matter how well he fucks you on his desk after work hours. It never ends on good terms.

I needed the night out. I needed to forget David’s betrayal, so I got ready in my skimpiest outfit and called my wildest friend to my apartment to pop a few party favors with me. This was the friend that I knew would abandon me halfway through the night to go on her own adventures and I was okay with that. Little did I know that I’d find my own adventure.

A lot of the night is a blur, especially the amount of drinks and drugs I consumed, but not the part where a hot couple offered to take me out on their yacht to continue the fun or the part where I enthusiastically walked onto said yacht at 3am with them all but undressing me.

Is this kidnapping? Can a person be kidnapped if they agreed to be taken?

From their smiles and the way their hands would some how ended up on my body, I knew exactly the kind of fun they wanted. While I would usually never entertain swingers, I figured this would be the ultimate way to get over my problems and move on.

I’m sure that agreeing to this was the pills talking, but when I woke up this morning unemployed and single, it didn’t matter as much when I remembered I’m on a million dollar boat.

So, I guess this doesn’t count as kidnapping, but I do feel weird about being in the middle of the ocean with strangers.

Since no one knows where I am, I’m really risking ending upon the murder shows I consume before bed. I live alone, so I don’t have anyone to answer to and my parents are off living their lives, comfortable in their assumption that their adult daughter is living a responsible life. They’d be so disappointed in me, but I’m only 24. I have time to get my life together if I don’t die this weekend.

Please, don’t let these people kill me.

“Ava!”

My head whips around to the other side of the deck where I recognize the hot middle aged brunette waving at me with the skimpy bikini and designer hat on her head. She’s as gorgeous as I remember.

I felt Jen before I saw her last night. She pressed her body against me while I was dancing, her hands sliding down my hips before pulling me so close, I seriously thought she was someone I knew. When I turned around, she immediately leaned into my ear.

“God, you’re sexy.” Her lips brushed over my ear, liquor heavy on her breath. I’ve made out with women here and there, so I’d hardly label myself bisexual, but the way her hands brushed over my breasts turned me on beyond words. Soon, I found myself leaning into her, grinding against her, and eventually, I was kissing her.

Under the haze of drugs and neon lights, our tongues swept past each other’s and in the middle of the dance floor, her fingers even slipped under my skirt, briefly brushing over the front of my panties. Jen had no fear, no shame, and no boundaries. She wanted me and was willing to take me whether I was ready or not. Her dominance engulfed me, so imagine my shock when she finally mentioned her husband, Cole.

She pointed him out and when I looked up, there he was. He was sitting in VIP with a drink in his hand, staring down at me before finally rising to his feet to join us. With my common sense out of the window, I didn’t think anything of him coming down to the dance floor and immediately pulling me into an intimate hug. He kissed me at the corner of my mouth as his hand squeezed my hip while the other wrapped around me. When he pressed my body against his, I felt the mound in his pants, letting me know that he approved of Jen’s pick.

“Baby, this is Ava.” Jen introduced us and with the exact words we used becoming a blur, my next memory picks up in VIP with me agreeing to join them. The stark realization that I was preyed upon begins to sink in, but what can I do about it now? I’m surrounded by nothing but water. My phone is missing, so there’s no calling for help.

Jen finally reaches me from across the deck, pulling me into a hug and kissing my cheek. The morning wind whips our hair around, the smell of saltwater filling my nose. Despite it being hard to be scared when the sun is shining and I’m on a yacht, my stomach still knots as I wrap my arms around myself.

“Morning, cutie! We’re going to have so much fun! The yacht is fully stocked with food and drinks. We have everything you’ll need, even clothes.” She bounces with excitement and her large breasts catch my attention before my eyes lower to her perfect figure. If she thinks I’m sexy then she’s a full-blown goddess.

Before I can question her about where we are, a loud horn causes me to jump, but Jen only laughs as she looks up over her shoulder.

“Looks like Cole’s had a few drinks already.” She raises her hand, sending a wave into the air and when my eyes follow to find Cole, he’s standing on the next level at the wheel, shirtless with a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth. Even behind his sunglasses, I can feel his stare scorching into me. I take a moment to run my eyes over him the same way I did Jen and I’m glad to see that he’s just as hot as I remember. If they kill me, they’ll be a very attractive murder duo.

“Looks like I need to catch up.” I nervously laugh a little, wondering what time it is. With the way the sun is shining, it can’t be past 11am.

“Come on, let me show you around. You fell asleep on the couch, so you didn’t get to see your room.” Jen hooks her arm in mine and leads me back side. “So, every been on a yacht?”

“I’ve been on a few for work, but they were mostly party boats for a few hours of fun, but this one looks like you can live on it.” And I’m not over exaggerating.

I’m genuinely shocked that they are as rich as they appear. When they asked me to come out on their yacht, I thought maybe they were joking about how accommodating it was, but it’s legit.

Jen walks me around and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was a house. There’s a living and dining room, kitchen, wet bar, sauna and full bathrooms for each cabin. By the time Jen stops at my room, I’m almost giddy, but still on guard.

“This is great, Jen, but what am I doing here? I don’t mean to sound rude, but all of this is a little weird.” I flop down onto the end of the bed as Jen paces towards me, stepping between my legs. She stares down at me and I guess she sees concern in my eyes because she reaches up, gently gripping my chin.

“We’re going to take good care of you, Ava. I promise.” The gentleness in her tone sucks me right in and when she leans down to kiss me, I don’t hesitate a bit. My breath hitches when her tongue claims my mouth and I find myself almost panting when she pulls away. Instantly, my pussy reacts at the thought her sweeping her tongue across my clit.

“Why don’t you get changed? Everything you need is in the drawers and towels are in the closet. Come find us when you’re ready, okay?”

I nod and seconds later, the room is quiet, leaving me wonder what the hell is wrong with me. How am I not freaking out?! I’m in the ocean on a boat with completely strangers who plan to do God knows what to me. I haven’t formulated any kind of plan to escape or get help. I’m just sitting here wondering what kind of bikini I should where today.

Even though it all seems too good to be true, it’s hard not to get excited to spend a weekend on the water.

Yeah, I’ve clearly lost my damn mind.