It was an older ship, unquestionably on its last legs. The budget for Rachel’s work as cook was quite small, and she mostly made things like stews a...d chowders. It wasn’t a luxurious life, but we were making decent money, and we were together.My job was quite hard; the Marvelous Manatee had two gigantic Diesel engines, built by Caterpillar, they were extremely old, possibly original to the ship. They were so worn out, and in such poor shape, there was an odds on chance that we were only running. ’ ‘No it didn’t, by the time I got him loaded into the car, the girls were gone.’ ‘What, did you plan to go negotiate a better deal,’ Richard replied. ‘No, I just wanted to talk to them.’ ‘What, ask them out on a date? Hell they’re strippers.’ ‘Fuck you Richard, you’re as bad as Mike.’ I walked away and before I reached my desk, I had formulated a plan. Plain and simple, I’d just have to return to the club tonight and find out when the girls would start dancing. Then I could come back and at. She was dangling her feet in the cool spa waters when he headed inside to the bathroom, and then to the kitchen to collect a couple of soda drinks. Upon just returning to the spa, he found her in the spa, and a pile of clothing on the deck.“Sorry ... it was too tempting” she ventured by way of apology.“I’d better get my swimsuit” Scott responded.“Ah ... ummm ... I’m naked” she told him “I’m OK with you being naked too ... we are after all adults ... aren’t we?”“Yeh ... he responded quickly. I leaned in to kiss CJ, lowering myself until I was firmly engaged once more on his hard bulge. As we kissed, I spread the huge towel over us, putting us back in almost total darkness.CJ's hands played along my back while I gave his cock a generous amount of pressure between my legs. When he moved his hands from my back to satisfy them on my tits, I reached behind and untied my bikini top. I had wanted to feel CJ's hands on me since our brief time in the limo. I had masturbated imagining his.