AWAY FROM THE TABLES

IS WHERE THE REAL ACTION

IS TO BE FOUND.

And so the night went on,

wenching and teasing

gambling and drinking..

coming and going and coming again..

the tug had long since moved away

into the darkened waters of the filthy gulf

and the revelers were becoming less...

inhibited.

Several patrons had sampled the throat muscles of various waitbreasts by now,

and many women had been serviced with much more than drinks..

I myself, had been relieved by a petite redhead

who had drifted by to watch Lamarr

rock through her thirtieth or so climax.

Each one produced another scream

and each scream produced

another round of applause from the amassed crowd.

It was a bawdy band of debaucherers

and would have served Caligula proud.

Meanwhile,

my pile of money kept growing,

which was odd since I never actually bet on anything...

I had been kissed and sucked and put away twice by now,

and yet

what I really wanted was to get to those silks and satins

that I knew were hidden

drenched beneath the gown next to me.

Every man yearns to fuck a woman who can come that often,

and that loud..

it's a jungle/cave thing I guess...

but the longer we sat there

and the more she screamed..

all I could think of was sliding my fingers

down into the pushed up bodice

and placing one of her nipples

between my teeth...

give her something to really scream about, y'know?

But, stupid as it may seem,

manners prevented me from just reaching out

and hauling her tits into my mouth...

go figure....

Eventually,

she asked me if I wanted to take a break

and explore the ship.

"explore the ship... you mean there's more???"

my mind raced at the prospect of what other sorts of rooms lay awaiting

at the end of other dark twisted hallways...

and she took my hand and led me out of the game room.

As soon as the door closed behind us,

she turned into my arms

and, as though she could read my very thoughts,

jammed my hand onto her breasts,

forcing it hard down into the material,

until the entire thing was alive under my fingers..

she breathed hard into my ear

and bade me to follow her..

like I wouldn't, right?

This time, we went much deeper into the boat,

several staircases deeper,

until it sounded like we were under the actual engines..

throbbing and pounding

as her boot heels clacked along the floor.

At the very end of the hall was a single small door.

From the sounds in my ears

I figured it was the engine room

I was extremely wrong.