Fantasy Cruise Ch. 07-09

Chapter 7 - Booze Cruise

Alex didn't have any destination in mind. He walked through the halls like a zombie, wandering around until he found himself entering into one of the ship's bars. He walked straight up to the bartender.

"Two shots of whiskey and a beer back."

"Do you care what type?" the bartender asked. He was in his early thirties, muscled, and looked like he had just stepped off a porn set.

"The alcohol type," Alex muttered.

Two caramel-colored shots were set in front of him, next to a light beer. Alex immediately downed the first shot, followed by a swig of his beer. He stood there staring at the second shot, his mind unable to gain traction on any thought.

A woman's voice cracked the ice surrounding his brain.

"So, you were the victim, huh?"

Alex glanced up at the speaker. She was in her late forties, lines just starting to appear at the sides of her eyes and across her forehead. Her blonde hair was pulled back behind her ears haphazardly, and she wore minimal makeup. Alex was trying to process the question as he realized he could see directly into her red silk crossover blouse. He could see the entirety of one of her large, fake breasts as she leaned towards him. His eyes locked as Alex tried to comprehend what he was seeing, then snapped back up to the woman's face.

"Sorry, what?" Alex asked.

The woman let out a forced laugh, which did nothing to close her top. "You're a victim like the rest of us. Look around. We all got the same bad news tonight."

Alex looked around the bar for the first time. She was right. Everyone in the room was drinking alone, the music barely audible. They all had similar looks of anger, pain, disappointment, and frustration.

"What the fuck is going on?"

The woman replied with a slight slur, and Alex realized she was fairly buzzed.

"Let me guess," she said, "your wife or girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever just told you about the guy she cheated on you with."

Alex blinked dumbly. Then he drank his other shot at the reminder.

"How'd you know?"

"That's what this cruise is. We're sold that it's an adult only cruise, then our partners tell us how they fucked us over. Anton here," she waved at the bartender, "told me all about it. They butter you up then hope you stay with them. If you get off here in port, the cruise has people on standby to take your place. Cruise gets to double dip on their rooms, and exes get what they want - a relief from guilt."

"That's... that's fucking horrible," Alex said, disgusted.

"Oh, it's better than that," she grinned, leaning forward. "The people boarding are swingers. This really does turn into a sex cruise tomorrow."

Alex sipped his beer in thought. How the hell did Ally even find this cruise? Why would she decide this was the best way to tell him of her infidelity? Did she really think being trapped on a boat with her would make him stay?

"So, who'd she screw?" The woman asked.

Alex felt the bile rising in his stomach before he could even respond.

"An ex she ran into at work. They made out, then she sucked him off in his car, then went back to his office and fucked him. She never even sucked my dick until last night."

Saying it out loud just built rage up, and Alex took a long drink of his beer to try and quell it. How the fuck could she fucking do that!?

The woman let out a long, slow, sigh, wincing on his behalf.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," she said. "Talk about making you feel inadequate."

The anger was stoked again in his gut, and Alex rested his forehead on his arm. He felt tears of frustration and anger forming as he breathed deeply, trying to control his underlying rage. When he was finally able to pull himself back from the ledge, he looked up at the woman again. She was watching him with concerned eyes.

"What did your dickhead do?" Alex asked.

She instantly started cackling.

"He fucked his slut secretary for two years. He knocked her up and decided that the pregnancy scared him straight. He thinks somehow there's a way back from that."

Alex frowned, "So why are you still here?"

The woman leaned into him, her loose top now showing both of her perfectly round tits.

"I'm going to fuck every single dick I can put inside me," she confided. "I want to walk out of here so thoroughly fucked that I'll be considered damaged goods."

Alex snorted, "I think we're all damaged goods."

With a grin, the woman stood and slid onto the stool next to Alex. "Would you like to be my first?"

Alex's heart skipped a beat, and he took a moment to calm himself.

"The fact that I didn't immediately answer with an unequivocal, 'No' has me worried," he admitted.

The woman called Anton over and asked for a pen.

"Here," she said, grabbing Alex's hand and turning it over, palm up."

She wrote on his hand with a thick black Sharpie.

ROOM 603

COME FUCK ME PLZ