want to take you over the top. What do you need to get there?”
While he spoke to Jennifer, Pet had positioned his prick at her wet opening. He gritted his teeth, trying not to shoot.
Jennifer directed him. “Charlie, rub my clit hard. I need that to finish.”
Never taking his eyes off Pet, he found the small nub between Jennifer’s legs. He rubbed it hard, just as Pet lowered herself onto his boner. He groaned, but held on.
Jennifer humped his hand as he rubbed. “Fucking ’ell, that’s good. Harder, Charlie, harder!”
He obliged. Pet rode him with everything she had, bobbing up and down like a buoy in rough water. They were in a dead heat, racing to a photo finish. A betting man couldn’t have called this one. With the three of them all close, the climax could not be predicted.
Jen took the prize. She squealed and thumped her pelvis against Charlie’s chest. Gathering all of his willpower, he finger fucked Jen as she orgasmed, and lifted his arse off the bed at the same time, driving his cock deeply into Pet. The sensation, along with Jennifer’s orgiastic release, proved too much for Pet. She shuddered and slammed herself down on Charlie’s prick.
Again he thrust upward, making sure he sent Pet over the top. Only then, did he ejaculate, allowing the steam in his balls to vent, and the scalding liquid to spill.
Yes, sir, the boss lady had definitely met her match.
5
Charlie glanced at his watch. Seven-fifteen. He had time to catch Morgy before he had to be in the engine room. He stepped into his fresh boiler suit and snapped it, not bothering to shower first. Hell, he could still smell the women. Why wash that off? He’d shower after his shift ended.
He had left Pet and Jennifer at seven. They’d all finished dinner and were having coffee when he got up to leave. They asked him to stay a few more minutes, but he didn’t want to risk being late. Considering what had happened earlier, he thought he’d best escape while he could.
Fortunately, most of the passengers were at dinner. He didn’t see a single person as he went back to his cabin. He quickly changed his clothes. Pet said she wanted to talk to Morgy tonight. Charlie wanted to get to him before she did.
He remembered to tuck Pet’s key into his pocket, so he could copy it. He had been ambivalent about doing it this morning. Tonight, everything had changed. If she had this same cabin every trip she made, he definitely wanted a copy of that key.
Once again taking the sanctioned route out of the crew’s quarters, he followed the maze of alleyways back to the Monkey Bar. As he expected, Morgy stood behind the bar, keeping an eye on everything and everybody. Being dinnertime, the place was quiet. He could easily chat for a few minutes and not be a bother.
“G’day, mate.”
“Well, hello! Haven’t seen your hairy arse all day today.”
“Been a bit busy.”
Morgy pretended to wipe the bar, but actually leaned over and sniffed. “Chanel Number 5. No, that’s not it.” He sniffed again. “Chantilly? Or is it Eau de Been Laid?”
“Fuck you!”
Morgy lowered his voice. “Love to. How many times can you go in one day?”
In an equally low voice, Charlie replied, “I’m at three today, and hope for one more later. And, mate, you sure as hell aren’t on the list.”
A gentleman interrupted from the other end of the bar, wanting a refill on his pint. Morgy delivered a tall one, and then came back to where Charlie stood.
Picking up where they’d left off, he asked, “All those with Petula?”
“Two with her, one with Jennifer.”
“Who’s Jennifer?”
“One of Pet’s friends. She joined us this afternoon.”
Morgy unloaded a tray of clean glasses while they talked. “No shit! Seems like that smell really is Eau de Been Laid.”
“Didn’t have time to shower. My watch starts soon.” Charlie considered having a quick pint, but figured he’d better not before going on duty. “Is everything good for the party tomorrow night?”
“Sparky is in. He didn’t know Tess had friends on board. He wants to meet them. Did you know Sparky and Tess have been an item for the last week?”
“Not till today. Jen told me.”
“I pride myself on keeping tabs on who’s doing what. That one got past me.”
Charlie grinned. “You’re as bad as an old woman spying on the neighbors.”
“Thank you, darling. Compliment accepted.”
“Who else is coming?”
“How about Dazza and Stevo? What do you think?”
Charlie knew both men well, and knew they could be trusted. But he had to make sure of a couple of things before giving Morgy a thumbs-up on the guest list. “Will Dazza do the pineapples?”
“If I ask him, he will. And I’ll have Stevo bring his red lightbulb and his reel-to-reel.”
Charlie glanced around to make sure no one could hear him. “Jennifer is part Aborigine. Make sure that isn’t a problem for these blokes.”
“We’ll hook her up with Dazza. His brother married an Aborigine. He’s fine with it all.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“I told you, I make it my business to know.”
“You make frigging everything your business.”
“I listen, and I keep my mouth shut. That’s what barmen do.”
“Well, here’s another one for your treasure chest. Miss Petula’s business is Petula Kinlan Fashions. She’s damned rich, from what I can tell. Works out of Sydney and London.”
“Fuckin’ ’ell, Charlie! She’s Petula Kinlan? I didn’t make that connection before.”
Charlie checked the time. He had to go in a few minutes. “You know who she is?”
“Bloody right I do! Her clothes are all the rage in London, and the fire has caught on in Sydney. She’s hot!”
“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know, mate.” Charlie still wanted that pint, but asked for some tonic water instead. “Could you give me some T without the G? I’m damned thirsty.”
“Sure, mate, coming right up.” Morgy gave him a full glass, loaded with ice. “You ate some dinner, I hope.”
Charlie knocked back the whole glass in one long drink. “Yeah, I ate with Pet and Jennifer in Pet’s cabin.”
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