want to host a party in my cabin, with you two and some of your mates. I have a few friends on board who would like to meet some men.” Pet pointedly looked at Morgy. “Those include male friends.”
Charlie spoke before Morgy could. “Pet, we can’t do that. You’ll get all our arses thrown off the ship—”
Morgy interrupted. “Not so fast, Charlie. We’ve done it before.”
“Yes, but not in a passenger suite. We have parties in our cabins.”
“So let’s do it in here.”
Petula appeared skeptical. “You’ve had parties in these small cabins? The three of us nearly fill it up.”
Charlie glanced at Morgy. “What was the most we ever did?”
“Ten. That’s our voyage best.”
“You fellows crammed ten people in one of these tiny cabins? That’s not possible!”
Morgy grinned. “My dear, it is possible. We’ve done it. It makes for meaningful relationships.”
“I would suppose so!”
Curious about the friends she mentioned, Charlie wanted to know more. “Who are your friends, Pet? Can we trust them?”
“You can absolutely trust them. They work for me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The women are models. We just had a show in Sydney. The man is my assistant, Derrick.” She smiled at Morgy. “He would definitely fancy you.”
Ignoring the last comment she made, Charlie asked, “How many women?”
“Three. If Morgan pairs with Derrick, then we need three more men.”
Morgy jumped up from his chair, then sat back down beside Pet. “Since he’s too damn filthy to do it, let me.” With that, he hugged her tightly. “The answer, my dear Pet, is yes! We can do ten.”
Petula gasped for air as the bear hug squeezed the breath out of her. When she could speak, she again offered her suite. “We would be more comfortable in my cabin. I have so much room, it’s obscene.”
Charlie didn’t have to say no this time. Morgy did it for him. “Darling, we can’t do that. If anyone would complain because of the noise, or if the crew would be seen in the passenger section at night, we’d all be put off the ship at the next port.”
Petula appeared mildly disappointed, but agreed. “All right, then. When?”
Charlie jumped in. “Tomorrow night would be spot-on. I have the day off. What about you, Morgy?”
“I can switch shifts tomorrow with someone, and work the early shift at the bar. That would give me tomorrow evening free.”
“Pet, does that work for you?”
“It certainly does, Charles. You just have to find three more men for my girls.”
“The only problem there is figuring out which three. Morgy, what do you think?”
“Let me mull it over. I’ll come up with some willing blokes to show the ladies a good time.”
“I’m sure you can, Morgan. I have every confidence in you. And what about food and drink? I’ll pay for anything we need.”
Morgy tapped his cheek. “I’ll have everything delivered on a cart to your suite. No one will question that. Then we’ll bring it down here when it’s time.” He turned around and looked at the cluttered desk. “Charlie, clean up this mess so we have a table for the food.”
“My pleasure, mate. I’ll just stuff it all under my bunk.”
Morgy threw his hands in the air. “Heterosexual men are completely hopeless!” He got up to leave. “Shall we say tomorrow at seven o’clock?”
Petula clapped her hands. “That will be splendid. I’ll tell my girls to wear something appropriate for sitting on the floor.”
“And make sure what you wear is washable. You never know what might get on it,” Charlie chimed in.
Morgy opened the door. “With what I expect will happen, very little would be good.” With that, he went back to work.
Feeling a bit awkward about Pet being in his cabin when he needed to shower, he thought to offer her a drink. “Would you care for a G and T, or is it too early for you?”
“A tonic with no gin would be splendid.”
“You got it.” Relieved he had a distraction, Charlie found his bottle of tonic water and poured a glassful for Pet. When he handed it to her, he thought to excuse himself. “I need to shower before I get any closer to you. Right now, I’m not fit to be close to a dingo.”
“Do you want to be close to a dingo?”
The question threw Charlie for a moment. Then he noticed the twinkle in her eyes and knew she had just yanked his chain. “I’d rather be close to you. Dingoes bite.”
“Maybe I do, too. You don’t know everything I might do.”
Charlie’s partial woody instantly became a full-blown erection. “Pet, you’re playing with fire here. I don’t think you want me on top of you before I shower. More talk like that, and you’re about to have soot in your blond hair.”
“Let me shower with you. We have time, don’t we?”
“My next watch doesn’t start until eight o’clock tonight. Damn straight we have time.”
“Well, then, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Charlie could hardly believe she meant it. When Pet stood up and took his hand, he knew he had found himself one hell of a sheila. Since he’d never been with anyone so willing before, he had to ask her, “Are you sure about this?”
“I told you last night, you are man enough to do the job. I meant it.”
“What job is that, Pet?”
“You are man enough to satisfy me. You have no idea how long I’ve been looking for a man like you. Wait until you meet my assistant. Then you may understand.”
“Morgy will be happy, won’t he?”
“Your friend will be quite happy. Most men in my profession prefer trousers to skirts. Even when they are sexy enough to put dew on my flower, they aren’t interested in me.”
“They have to be frigging crazy! How could any man walk away from you?”
“Plenty have.”
“Frigging hell, I want you right now.” Charlie tried to pull Pet closer to kiss her.
She put her hand on his chest and flexed her fingers
