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I told
him that maybe he was a dolphin in a past life or better yet he was a pirate. I
let him do most of the talking and before I knew it I had drank the entire
pitcher of margarita by myself.

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            She
was giggling like crazy for the last twenty minutes and she kept touching me in
one way or another, at first it was subtle. Now, she was practically sitting in
my lap. Every time she laughed her whole body would shake and it was making me
sort of hard, I kept trying to think of baseball or puppies; it wasn’t working.
I finally had to casually move her off me, because I didn’t want this to turn
sexual.

            As
much as I wanted a repeat of our last encounter I didn’t want her to think this
was all about sex. I also didn’t know if I could do it again. As of right now,
I just wanted to be around her and get to know her. When she kissed me, I
remembered what it was like being in her arms. She was a fucking addiction for me,
I just had to keep coming back for more.

            Her
body was fucking ridiculous, I couldn’t fathom how such a tiny person could have
an ass like that, and how her breasts were perky and plump. She kept having to
pull up her top and every time she did it made them bounce. What the fuck, I
was turning into a fifteen year old boy all over again.

“Sebastian!”
She yelled. “What the hell? Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Mmm
hmm.” I nodded.

“Who’s
lying now?” she harassed. “Anyhow, guess what?” She said a little too loud
while clapping her hands. “It’s time to go swimming.”

“Swimming?
Really? You’re not scared of sharks?” I could never get Julia to go in the
ocean when we were this far offshore. Hell, I could never get Julia in the
water since we were kids.

“Sebastian!
Don’t be such a puss and besides sharks are more scared of you than you are of
them. They only come up to you because they’re curious and usually only attack
if they feel threatened.”

“You’re
a marine biologist now?”

“No,
smart ass. I love to read and I love the water. I didn’t have this growing up
like some trust fund babies do,” she boasted sticking out her tongue. “In
reality I was actually thinking of buying myself a boat, I don’t need something
this luxurious. Have any idea where I could purchase one?”

“I think
I may know somebody.”

“Oh
really…hmm…you think he’ll give me a discount?”

“You
know…I don’t know, it may cost you.” I knew that I was playing with fire, I had
no control when I was with this woman. She moved over to me, flipped her hair
to the side, and looked at me with seduction in her eyes.

“What
did you have in mind?” She provoked licking her lips. I swallowed the saliva
that had accumulated in my mouth; my throat seemed really dry all of a sudden.

“Sebastian…”
She whispered.

“Yeah, Baby…”

“I
want…”

“What do
you want?” I grunted.

“I want…”
she said licking her lips again, “to go swimming.” She blurted out pushing me
back at the same time; she quickly turned and took off running and giggling the
entire way.

Her
laughter was contagious, “oh…it’s on little girl. You better run because I will
catch you and when I do, you’re in trouble.” I threatened. I put the yacht in
idle and took off after her.

By the
time I reached the bottom, I heard a splash and then a shriek.

“What?
Shit, are you alright?” I asked looking over the edge.

“Fuck. I
lost my top! Seriously…it’s completely gone. I love that top. Help me…” She
pleaded.

I
laughed a little before jumping in to search for her top. I found it over by
the front of the boat and swam back with it in my mouth.

“My
hero!” She shouted, jumping in my arms with her legs and arms wrapped around
me.

It took
exactly 2.5 seconds before my cock decided he was going to make an appearance.
She immediately noticed and busted out laughing.

“You are
such a guy!”

“Are you
kidding me? I have a topless beautiful woman wrapped around me; I’m not dead, but
I am drowning.” I stated maneuvering us over to the ladder. I sat on the edge
of it and she stayed right where she was.

She
smiled at me and it wasn’t a seductive smile that I was used to, it was the
type of smile that lit up her entire face. Her eyes were shining from the sun
and she had raccoon eyes from the water. Her hair was messy and gathered all
over her face. She looked perfect.

“Now
what?” She tempted waiting for me to make the move.

I slowly
kissed the tip of her nose, her cheeks, then her forehead, and moved back to
look into her eyes. What I saw shocked me, they were teary eyed; she bit her
bottom lip, shook her head, and swam away from me.

I didn’t
know what I had done wrong, I had made her uncomfortable. She put her head
under water, came back up, and it was gone.

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Why
was he doing this to me?
This wasn’t about sex at all. I had tried the entire morning to get him to fuck
me and he wouldn’t or couldn’t, I don’t even fucking know. To treat me like…a
lady. I had been with hundreds of men and not one had ever made me feel like
this.

I know I
wasn’t supposed to call myself a prostitute. I knew the shit that Madam put in
our heads, we were escorts, companions, jewels, and so forth, deep down I knew
what I was. It didn’t matter how you labeled or sugar coated it, I sold myself
for money. I was at the mercy of whoever purchased my time.

They
made me feel a lot of things; a lady wasn’t one of them. I needed to get away
from him and I needed to do it fast, how the fuck was I going to do that now? I
was stuck and not just for today, for the next three days.

I dipped
my head under water and put on a show. That’s what I was good at and that’s
what I fucking knew.

“Hey! Do
you have fishing poles?” I suggested hiding behind my façade while reaching for
my top. He looked at me confused and nodded handing it to me.

I tied
it back on, “let’s put them out and troll while we head back in the right
direction.” He nodded again this time less confused, yet sad for me.

I hated
it. I didn’t want it and I sure as hell didn’t need it.

            We
went back on the boat and I decided that we needed some space. He drove and I
laid out on the bow with my iPad. I read for a little while and dozed off. I
awoke to him lying beside me, on his side, and propped up on his arm.

            “It’s
a little stalkerish watching me while I’m sleeping, don’t you think?” I said yawning,
“How long have I been out?” 

            “A
long time. It’s almost dinnertime. The liquor and sun got to you.” He explained,
moving my hair away from my face.

            “You
make the cutest noises when you sleep by the way. Were you dreaming?”

            “I
don’t think so,” I cautioned. “I’m going to go take a shower and change. Oh!
Did we catch any fish?”

            “We
most certainly did, a couple groupers and a snapper.”

            “Yum.”

            “I’ll
tell you what, you go shower and change, and I will make us some dinner.”

            “Really?”
I asked surprised.

The men
I was with never made me dinner, I mean they took me out to dinner, just never
made me anything, unless it was delivered or on my body.

“Of
course, let me wine and dine you.” He retorted.

I
showered trying to ignore the crazy whirlwind that had been today, and it was
only the first day. I tried not to think about the sleeping arrangements, I
contemplated sleeping in another room, I didn’t want to. I wanted to sleep next
to him and maybe even in his arms.

I never
wanted to sleep in a man’s arms, I fucking hated it. I endured it because I had
to. For the first time, I wanted to sleep in the warmth and comfort of another
person. 

I opted
on blow drying my hair natural. I didn’t even bother with any makeup. I put on
a pair of white cotton shorts and a gray crop top that fell off my shoulder. No
bra or panties, I couldn’t help myself, can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

I went
to the table that was next to the kitchen and he was already sitting there,
looking showered and dressed in basketball shorts and a sleeveless NYU college
shirt.

“Great,
I guess comfortable is the dress code for tonight. I was worried I might be
underdressed.” I announced.

“I think
you look even better than you do when your all done up. Your hair is curly.” He
said pointing to my hair.

I
grabbed the ends and twirled them around my finger, “the humidity makes it even
curlier, I usually straighten it.”

“Why?”

“Madam,”
was all I replied.

He
placed the food in the middle of the table, “dinner is ready, I made some salad
with it and put Italian dressing on it. I hope that’s alright?” He stated
changing the subject.

“Italian
is great.”

We ate
in somewhat of a silence, and it was driving me crazy that I got up, grabbed my
phone, and put it on the dock. We listened to soft jazz music.

After
dinner was done I excused myself to go brush my teeth and when I came back I
found him outside looking up at the moon.

“It’s a
full moon tonight,” he said.

“It’s striking.”

He
turned to me, “you’re striking” he said while he grabbed my hand and kissed my
inner wrist.

“I know
this probably must seem very confusing to you because it’s confusing to me. There’s
this big purple elephant in the room that neither one of us will address and it
should be me to say something.”

He took
a deep breath, “Ysa, you are completely and utterly fucking with me. I don’t
know what to do with you, I can’t stay away from you. You’re this remarkable,
breathtakingly beautiful woman who literally has men groveling at her feet.” I
rolled my eyes.

“No, I’m
serious…I don’t want to talk about VIP but you literally have men paying
thousands of dollars for an hour with you, me included. You don’t realize this
pull you have. I never imagined I would be this man. Okay…I know what I’m doing
is wrong, and I can’t stop myself from picking up the damn phone to see you
again. I can’t lie, at first it was about you looking like Olivia,” he sighed.

“Now I
don’t even think about her when I look at you, I don’t see her anymore. I see
Ysabelle. I see you, Ysa. I see you.” He repeated.

“Sebastian,
please…we don’t have to discuss this. Let’s take it for what it is alright, I
am what I am, and it is what it is. When this is all over you’re going home to
your family and that’s where you belong. I will be going home, where I belong.”
I explained.

“Why
didn’t you tell her?”

            “What?”

            “Madam,
why didn’t you tell her what happened at the hotel?”

            I
couldn’t answer that question, I didn’t even know the answer, and so I just
shrugged my shoulders.

He bowed
his head in defeat and pulled me to him, hugging me and molding me to his body.
Then he looked into my eyes, kissed my forehead, grabbed my hand, and we danced
there under the moonlight with nothing other than the demons that await.

We
danced for a long time. I loved having her in my arms and the rest of the world
just seemed to be away from us. We were miles and miles away from civilization,
just the two us. In that moment all of it seemed perfect, I could pretend that
she was mine. She was a woman and I was a man, just two people.

            I
found myself humming to her the tune of the song. It was one of the most
intimate moments I had ever been able to share with someone. Her face was
turned away from me and I felt as though she maybe crying, I didn’t have the
strength to ask her to look at me. I knew if I did I would see it all, the
truth, the lies, the confusion, and the façade.

            We
lost ourselves, we felt; we experienced; and neither one of us wanted to move
on.

            She
was the first to pull away and she didn’t look at me, I could tell that she
wiped her face. I didn’t say anything about it. I followed her into the cabin
and she went straight to the bathroom.

            It
wasn’t long before she emerged. Her demeanor had changed she seemed shy all of
a sudden, like she didn’t know what happened next.

            “Are
you tired?” I asked.

            “Kind
of,” she shrugged.

            “Me,
too.” I saw her start playing with her fingernails and look at the ground. I
grabbed her by the hand and she followed me into the bedroom.

            She
left to grab her bag and I took my shirt off and stripped the bed. She came
back in wearing a crème silk cami that showed her belly and silk booty panties.
I know my mouth opened a little and she smirked.

            “What
side do you sleep on?” She asked looking at the bed.

            “That
was a random question. I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that before,” I
replied laughing. “I sleep on the right if you’re facing up.”

            “That’s
funny, I sleep on the left.” I watched her lay on her side and she quickly
kicked the comforter off herself and just pulled the sheet up. I found that
quite amusing, because I always did the same thing. Julia always complained
that I messed up the bed, I got hot and didn’t like to feel a heavy weight on
me when I slept.

            I
turned the light off and made my way to my side in complete utter darkness. 

            “Goodnight,
Sebastian.” She whispered turning over away from me.

            “Goodnight,
Ysa.” I didn’t like that she turned away from me. I wanted to hold her.
Fuck
it.
I moved next to her, grabbed her by the waist, and she immediately
backed up into me like she had been waiting for me to grab her. She moved her
hair to the top of her pillow and moved it more towards the middle. I laid my
head on one side and she did on the other. My arm wrapped around her waist and
my leg bent to lay on top of hers, she sighed in contentment and within minutes
we were both sleeping.

            I
was the first to awake the next morning, we were still in the exact same
position except the sheet was nowhere to be found and my body was being used as
a blanket for Ysabelle.

            Her
hair was splayed all over her face and pillow, and her lips looked swollen from
sleep. The camisole had risen to below her breasts and her ass was completely
sticking out, I could see her hard nipples in broad daylight.

            If
it was even possible she looked even more beautiful in the morning. She looked
innocent and peaceful. She started stirring her eyes, she looked at me and
smiled.

            “What
is it with you and watching me sleep?”

            “I
can’t help it.” I grabbed her tighter and buried my face into her hair and
neck.

            “You’re
so warm and soft.”  

            We
laid like that for another hour coming in and out of sleep until it was time to
get a move on. She made eggs, toast, and coffee for breakfast. We ate on the
cockpit overlooking the water while I drove.

            The
rest of the day preceded the same as the day before. We ate, laughed, talked,
and talked some more. She wore another barely there bikini, except this one was
crème. I saw she had this theme going with her wardrobe, everything was white
or crème and I couldn’t help and wonder if that was for my benefit, I didn’t
call her out on it though.

            She
drove for a while and I took a nap in the sun. I awoke to her staring at me and
she blushed when I caught her.

            We
were making good time and just about pass the Isla of Dominica; I was pleased
to know that I still had another full day and two more nights with her.

            She
approached me on the front bow and handed me sunscreen.

            “Will
you put this on me?” She turned around untied the top and back straps of her
bikini, put it to the side, and cupped her breasts.

            She
giggled, “Cat got your tongue?”

            “You’re
a wolf in sheep’s clothing aren’t you?”

            “It’s
just my back, Sebastian. I mean I could let go of my breasts, its not like you
haven’t seem them before. I’m playing nice and I don’t want to get darker. The
sun eats my skin, honest.” She smiled innocently.

            I
slathered sunscreen all over her back and shoulders. If it was one thing that
always did it to me, was the smell of sunscreen, and the smell of sunscreen on
Ysabelle was a deadly combination.

            I
made sure she was protected on every inch of her body, I was being a gentleman
and I didn’t want her to burn or so I told her.

            She
laid down on her stomach and opened up her iPad.

            “What
are you reading?” I asked.

            “I’m
not telling, you’ll make fun.”

            “No
I won’t, Scouts honor.” I said holding up my two fingers.

            “Fine.
It’s a romance. I love reading romance novels, cliché I know.”

            “My
my my, Ysabelle…are you telling me you read porn?”

            “No!
It’s romance.” She laughed.

            “That’s
just what women say in code for porn.”

            “Nah
uh, there’s a storyline, Sebastian. Porn doesn’t have storylines, I mean some
do, they’re still awful.”

            “What
do you expect it’s porn you don’t watch it for the storyline. Julia hates-“ I
caught myself before I finished that sentence.

            She
looked back down at her book and ignored my almost comment, “I love porn. I
mean not the disgusting kind. I enjoy it,” she shrugged. “I especially love
girl on girl porn.”
Now that caught my attention.

            “Really?”
I tempted.

            “Oh
yeah, there is nothing like being with a woman. Don’t get me wrong I love men, yet,
a woman is a one of a kind.” She continued looking at her book, like she didn’t
just tell me she had been with women.

            “Wait…did
you just? Have you been?” I stuttered.

            She
threw her head back laughing, “of course, I’ve been with women.”

            I
didn’t say a word I just stared at her, I was pretty sure that my mouth might
have been hanging open. I mean I had a few threesomes back in the day, I didn’t
even think about Ysabelle being paid to do both men and women. It never even
crossed my mind.

            “It’s
rude to stare, Sebastian. Why are you looking at me like that? Did you think
being a VIP only included men? Women are just as sexual if not even more.” She
stated.

            “So
then, are you bisexual?” I blurted out.

            “How
did I know that would be your next question? I swear men all think alike. I
don’t consider myself anything. I’m in the business of giving satisfaction for
all parties included and it doesn’t matter what’s in between their legs.”

            I
looked down at my hands, “Do you like being with women?” I sort of mumbled.

            She
laughed again, I was embarrassing myself, fuck it I didn’t care.

            “I
love being with women, but I love men more. That enough of an answer for you?”

            “Mmm
hmm. So…what kinds of other stuff have you done?” Trying to change the image of
Ysabelle with women.

            She
chuckled, “Do you really want to know?” I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t
really want to know, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

            “I’ve
done it all, Sebastian. I’ll leave it that. You can let your imagination go
wild.” She said smiling like the Cheshire cat. I got up to go drive the boat
and walked away from her while she was still laughing. I needed to be away from
Ysabelle. The thought of her and another woman being together and then all the
other possibilities were too much of a visual for my cock and I.

            The
rest of the day went pretty quickly and before I knew it, it was dark again. We
showered, changed, and ate dinner. I was happy to see her comfortable again,
dressed in sexy relaxing clothes, and no makeup. She didn’t need it; she was
beautiful without it. She had more of a tan even though I applied endless
amounts of sunscreen throughout the day. Her hair was wild and curly and I
fucking loved it. 

We
decided to play poker. Ysabelle was a poker queen; she even went as far as
putting on a hat and sunglasses.

            “Seriously?!”
I protested.

            “I
don’t mess around with poker, Mr. Vanwell, I’ve been to Vegas too many times to
not take it seriously. Besides, I don’t like to lose and my bluffing face
sucks.”

            We
played for three hours straight and I lost every damn time. I blamed it on the
alcohol; we had managed to go through an entire bottle of wine.

            “What
can I say Sebastian, I have a gift.” She stated looking at her nails.

            “Oh
I’ll show you a gift, little girl.” I reached for her before she had the chance
to run away and threw her over my shoulder. I walked over to our bedroom
smacked her on the ass, before tossing her on the bed.

            “What
are you going to do, Big Boy?” She taunted, looking sexy as hell with her hair
all over the sheets.

            I
jumped on top of her and she shrieked, I caught myself before all my weight
fell on her. I looked her in the eyes before kissing both her cheeks, her chin,
and then kissed my way down her throat to between her breasts. Her breathing
became uneven and she was slightly breathless. I pulled up her shirt and kissed
her bellybutton.

All of a
sudden, I switched it up and blew the loudest, longest raspberry on her lower
stomach and she fidgeted and laughed uncontrollably. I held her down and
started tickling her everywhere until I found her sweet spot, it was right in
her inner top thigh. I dug my fingers in and tickled the hell out of her, she
was screaming, kicking, and laughing all at the same time.

            Her
laugh was fucking contagious and I finally had to let go, falling over on my
back laughing. She immediately gasped out of breath and scooted to the top of
the bed, held her legs tight in her arms shielding her entire body from me.

            “You’re
an asshole! And a sore loser!” She panted out of breath.

            I
looked over at her and she was all sweaty and flushed, her shirt had fallen
even lower off her shoulder and I could see the top of her breast. I had to
adjust myself and move to lay beside her, she put her hands up in a
surrendering motion.

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            I
wasn’t sure what the hell just happened, one minute we were playing cards, and
then the next he was throwing me on the bed like he was going to do something.
I waited anticipating his next move and when I felt his lips keep going lower
and lower I thought finally I was going to feel his tongue on me.

            Then
out of nowhere, he started tickling me, no man had ever held me down and
tickled me before, so I wasn’t quite sure how to react. He finally let go and I
scooted up as far away from him as possible and held my hands up in a
surrendering motion. The meaning behind that I didn’t know if he understood.

            He
smiled at me and my heart melted, “I’m crazy about your hair Ysa, I think you
should wear it like that all the time. You look more exotic what’s your
nationality?”

           
And…here
came the questions.
The one’s I didn’t even know how to answer.

            “Umm,
I’m not exactly sure.” I stated.

            “Why
is that?” He asked, with a curious face.

            “My
mom wasn’t known for sharing information, I didn’t know my father.”

            “Where
are you from?”

           
Great
more questions…