Victoria’s Secret Wish(17)
David raised his brows, the only appropriate means of communication with so much food going into his mouth at such a fast pace.
“Yeah, watch out for him around the ship,” she warned. “He’s a Hispanic guy, about mid-twenties. Miguel, but he goes by Mick. Acting like a passenger, but he’s writing a travelogue about the cruise. I think. Maybe he’ll just sell all the secrets he’s learning, when he gets back to land.”
“I’ll eat that shrimp and spit him out in court, if he so much as thinks of it,” Britt growled. “No worries, though. He’s on the up and up, journalistically. Vic gets the willies around him, because he’s a thing for her.”
David grinned. “Do you think the thing is hard and throbbing and covered in veins?”
“Oh yuck.” She punched his arm. “That’s an image I could have lived without.”
Britt hadn’t stopped laughing.
Well, the joke might be tasteless, but seeing Britt like this was totally worth it.
“Imagine, if you will…” Britt wiped the corners of his eyes. “A caricature of a great throbbing cock, perhaps listing to one side a bit, eh? Pen in one hand and a notepad in the other.”
David paused between bites. “I’ll keep my eye out for him. He should be easy to spot.”
Inside the suite, the phone rang. Victoria put her napkin down and stood.
“No, love, I’ll get it,” Britt said. “You stay here and eat.”
She sat back down and watched his back muscles flex as he disappeared into the darkened doorway.
“So what’s on your schedule for today?” David asked.
“Hmm. Let’s see. Every day at high noon there’s some sort of contest in the Fascinations Lounge. I’m judging most of them. Today I get to judge a Body Art Exhibition Contest.”
He cleared his throat. “Like what body art? Tattoos and piercings?”
“Those, and also body paint, sculptures… I’ve seen a girl mime fellatio, and it was like she was working with an invisible cock, or one only she could see. Very good.”
He grinned. “Nothing wrong with a good blow–even if it’s imaginary.”
Wow. He was just a normal guy after all. Although she had to agree–nothing wrong with being on the giving end of a good blow, either.
His eyebrows pulled together. “You don’t think there’ll be any of those guys who make balloon-shapes out of their junk, do ya?” He shuddered. “That freaks me out.”
“I’ve seen those too. Pretty entertaining. But no, I don’t think we’ve got any of those guys here. Hard to tell, though. It’s kinda one of those attend-at-your-own-risk events.”
He looked thoughtful while cutting up a sausage link. “Probably lots of nipple piercings.”
Did he like that sort of thing? Would she ever consider…no. Definitely not. She really didn’t mind seeing what other people chose to do to their bodies–much as she didn’t mind watching them do all sorts of crazy sex things at the Mountain–but she preferred bodies as nature intended. “Um. And then after the contest, the Fascinations Lounge becomes a classroom for the afternoon. All About Anal–your guide to who does it, why, how and how not-to.”
David choked. “It’s a class on anal sex?”
She nodded. “For men, women, gay, straight. Very informative. First a video, then a lecture and then classroom participation.”
“Are you a part of that class too?” His voice raised a couple notches.
“Oh, hell no.” God, no. She had no inclination to have something that big rammed up her–especially not with Britt. A guy his size would do damage.
“Well, that’s just fucking spectacular.” Britt returned with his laptop open. “That was Morty on the phone. Seems we’ve a possible security leak.”
Damn. “Like what type?”
“Like somebody’s blogging and feeding directly to your favorite internet tabloid, The Scoop.”
Blogging from the ship would be damn hard, with no cellphones allowed, or personal WiFi devices. And the computers in the cyber cafe downstairs were on a filtered network, so unless somebody could hack the network to get out on the server…
“Here’s the site. The blog is called Gritty Gossip Girl. URL is 3G dot blogland dot com.” Britt read,
“The maiden voyage of Fantasy Cruise Ship Aphrodite–FCSA–started out much like the launch of any other cruise on a sunny San Diego Wednesday afternoon. Until you walked onto the ship itself, highly decorated with statues of Greek and Roman sex gods and goddesses. Orchids and lilies are everywhere, along with orange roses–all symbols of sex and sex organs. Not to be forgotten, the proliferation of red, as in the red symbol for both men and women–a variation of pop star Prince’s temporary name a few years back. This red symbol, as anyone who has watched late night TV or cable knows, is the trademark of Lay-Techs condom manufacturer, a very obvious advertiser on this cruise. I’ve been told Lay-techs supplied over 55,000 condoms for this trip alone. “Don’t forget the Lay-Techs”–Trust me, I won’t. Ever.