A Model Cruise - Day One

Author's Note: Welcome to A Model Cruise! This story is a sexy interlude during my ongoing series, A Model Engagement, taking place after Chapter 12 in that story. I've included backstory to make it a little more accessible to new readers, or so people can read it again separately without having to treat it as part of that series, but it does rely on characters from that series with ongoing stories and characterization, so it would be my recommendation to start there. That said, this 9-chapter series will still have plenty of hot scenes if that's what you're looking for, so if knowing character backstories isn't a requirement for you, feel free to start here!

I hope you all enjoy this break from the overall narrative, while still having fun with Charlie, Anna, Michaela, V, and all of your other favorite Riviera Girls on their working vacation at sea!

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Day One

"Move it up down, left right, oh, switch it up like Nintendo, say you can't sleep, baby I know, that's that me espresso!"

Anna and Vanessa were jubilantly singing along to the radio as we cruised down the highway towards Ft. Lauderdale. It was a cool Friday evening in November, and the girls had met me outside the hotel I managed in Orlando, Vanessa's new car fully packed and ready to go. Streetlights blurred as we swept past, driving a little too fast out of excitement for the weeklong working vacation that Anna's and Vanessa's employer had organized.

Anna Robinson, my fiancée, and her sister Vanessa were both independent models and influencers on the internet. Anna had gotten a contract gig working for Riviera Swim right after we'd met six months ago, and with it, her career had exploded. The majority of her income came from her OnlyFans, which grew exponentially in popularity after Riviera contracted her. The company was famous on Instagram for the trendy thong swimsuits they peddled, as well as their reputation for hiring only the sexiest independent models on the platform.

So, Anna, or Ana Laurent as her followers knew her, had benefited from the massively increased exposure (and V had as well, once Anna had recommended her sister for the gig), and the company continued to grow -- recently, they'd gotten so popular that their models, already a tight-knit group, were officially branded as the Riviera Girls, and cross-promotion had become an inevitability.

Blue World Cruises, a popular line that catered to families, had recently announced a new venture. They were launching a new brand, called Nocturne Cruises, that was due to start sailing in time for the holidays this year. Even I'd seen their advertisements online, featuring younger, attractive adults partying (the line was 21+ and seemed to cater to the under-40 crowd) and living it up on a high-tech, modern ship. Their first cruise on their first ship was due to leave port tomorrow, and due to the signing of a contract with Riviera, we were set to be onboard.

The clientele on this sailing was going to be pretty much all influencers, vloggers, and other young industry people; they weren't taking on paying guests until next week. Most of those influencers would be standard cruise and vacation YouTubers or travel writers, but Riviera had agreed to do their winter line shoot on the ship and at its destination ports as part of their deal. Anna had demanded (playfully, of course) that I take the week off work to join her - as if I needed persuasion to spend a week on a cruise with my amazing, gorgeous fiancée. And so, at exactly 5 pm, I'd hopped in the backseat of her sister Vanessa's new BMW and onto the turnpike we went, the two sisters already in high spirits.

While I was set to be on vacation the entire time, except for being Anna's photographer for her Instagram and OnlyFans pages, the models would be working. Still, Riviera had guaranteed them no more than three full workdays' worth of modeling on an eight-night cruise, plus a few events that they'd be required to participate in, in their new role as full-fledged brand ambassadors. I knew they were already set to host a pool party as the Riviera Girls, giving away merch and looking hot in their company-provided swimsuits while photographers captured candids.

24 hours of work over an otherwise free eight-day cruise was still a pretty solid arrangement, if you asked me. Technically, Anna had paid an upgrade fee of a few hundred bucks to bring me along and not have to bunk with another model, but still a great deal. Speaking of which...

"So, did they tell you who you're rooming with?" Anna asked her sister as Sabrina Carpenter's voice faded from the speakers. "Did you get Daisy?" Daisy was a gorgeous redhead and essentially the matriarch of the Riviera group, having been under contract for years since Riviera was a small startup, and she and V had hooked up before.

"Fuck sharing a room," V laughed. "I'm making so much money since the last Riviera shoot practically doubled my subscribers overnight, I paid the measly $300 to get my own room for 8 nights. Thank you again for putting me up for this. I know I say it constantly, but it's been literally life-changing."

"Of course, what are little sisters for, if not to hook their big sisters up with life-changing jobs so they can annoyingly remind them of it every time they need a favor?" Anna smirked. "Which reminds me, thanks for driving; I would have, but I didn't want to," she giggled.

"Laugh it up. Totally worth it, plus I get to take this awesome new convertible for a spin down the turnpike." The top was closed due to the cool evening, but it was still a sleek car.

"It's a really nice car, V," I said from the backseat, where I had a surprising amount of room despite the vehicle's compact size. "Plenty of space back here, very comfortable," I added. V looked back with a teasing smirk in the rearview mirror, her brown eyes looking amused. The fact that they were brown instead of blue, and one of only a handful of features differentiating the two sisters, did not take away from my familiarity with her expression from seeing it on Anna's face several times a day.

"Good to hear, Charlie. Probably wouldn't be as much space if I'd let Anna sit back there with you, but I put my foot down. If she was making me drive, I wasn't going to let her try to have sex in the backseat of my brand new car to pass the time."

"Please," Anna countered. "That would be inconsiderate. I'd have probably just jerked him off so we could still have a conversation going." I rolled my eyes and grinned.

"And that's why you're in the passenger seat," V laughed triumphantly.

"Please, you'd just be mad because you couldn't drive and watch at the same time," Anna said. I couldn't see in the dim light, but I'd bet V blushed, and she hesitated for a second before responding.

"I'll never live that down," she finally said in a half-amused, half-resigned tone. Due to a series of events that seem frankly contrived when distilled down to a summary, in a decision brought about by whatever the women's equivalent of extreme blue balls was, V had once asked to watch us when she was staying at our place. It had been a hot encounter, and I don't think anyone regretted it in any form, but that didn't stop Anna from occasionally teasing her sister.

"Nope. So, you're not letting Daisy share your bed on this trip?" Anna asked innocently. V laughed, refusing to buy into the tease.

"My door is open if she's interested," she said, shrugging confidently. As I understood it, Vanessa had always been the more sexually liberated sister -- at least, until Anna met me and felt safe enough to let loose.

"So you haven't texted her at all about hooking up on the trip?" Anna asked, continuing her innocent charade.

"I... maybe I have, so what?"

"Oh, nothing. Just glad you're getting laid. If not, our door would be open for you again, if you were interested," Anna teased. We'd discussed that night together, Anna and I, and we'd agreed it was fun, and we'd do it again if it came up, so I didn't mind watching her tease V.

"Shut up," V laughed. Anna cackled as the radio host's musings faded and were replaced by Taylor Swift.

"I love this song!" she said, then burst back into singing. "You are somebody that I don't know, but you're taking shots at me like it's Patron," she started, in time with Taylor. Their teasing banter was put on hold as V joined in, and I could see the lights of South Florida appearing ahead of us.

***

"So, when are we boarding tomorrow?" I asked Anna as we got ready for bed in the hotel bathroom. V was in the room next door, and we were trying to get an early night since I knew we had to be up somewhat early; I just wasn't sure what the plan was.

"We're meeting the whole Riviera team at the Terminal at 9; we have to get schedules and stuff before they turn us loose on the ship. That means we have to be parking by like, 8:30 or so?" Anna replied, wiping off her makeup. She didn't really need the makeup, I thought -- she was the most beautiful person in any room even without it. Her blue eyes shone at me in the mirror as I finished shaving, removing the small amount of stubble that was showing on my face. Her honey-brown hair, usually loose, was pulled into a ponytail, and her full lips curled into a smile when she realized I hadn't responded and was, in fact, watching her.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing. You're just unbelievably gorgeous."

Anna's smile widened. "And you're unbelievably handsome," she said, turning and pulling me into a kiss. "Are you finished getting ready?" she asked. I nodded. "Why don't you go lie down, let me finish my nighttime routine, and then we can have our first vacation sex before bed?" she offered sweetly.

I leaned down until my lips were against her neck, beneath her ear. "Don't take your time," I whispered, then stood back. Anna looked at me with a lusty smile, and I stole one last glance as she stood at the vanity. Her lightly tanned skin was on display around the tight white tank top and excessively short grey shorts she wore. She watched me look her up and down and then waved her fingers at me as I stepped out to wait for her.

A few minutes later, she sauntered out, her eyes meeting mine immediately and holding my gaze as she stretched, clearly putting on a show for my benefit. While I watched approvingly, she pulled her top off, leaving her perky breasts sitting proudly on her chest. Big, but not huge, she probably pushed the limits of the accepted bra size for a mainstream model. Turning sideways, but still watching me, she bent and pulled her shorts down, revealing a similar lack of underwear and showing off the curve of her perfectly rounded bubble butt, which, when combined with her flared hips, left no doubt in my mind how she got the job modeling thong bikinis.

"Why are you still dressed, Charlie?" she asked curiously. I smiled and pulled off the shorts I was wearing, balling them up and throwing them with a comical aggressiveness across the room. Anna smiled and climbed onto the bed. Without breaking eye contact, she wrapped her fingers around my hardening length and leaned down to kiss me where my head rested on the pillow. I felt her straddle me, and without preamble, she positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance.

"Eager?" I smiled. Anna lifted her head and giggled.

"Very. I'm already wet for you; we can skip the foreplay. Plus," she said, then paused, starting to sink on my substantial erection, her mouth hanging open and lips trembling. "Mmm, yes," she hissed. "Plus, we should talk about this cruise," Anna said, once she had me fully sheathed in her warm tunnel.

"Now?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in confused amusement.

"Yeah, why, are you in a hurry to finish and pull out of me?" she asked.

"Nope, I could stay here all night," I said with a grin.

"Don't threaten a girl with a good time; I've got somewhere to be in the morning," she giggled. I rubbed her hips and thighs while she sat on me.

"Alright, what did you want to talk about?" I asked curiously, though I was sure I knew the general topic.

"Well, for starters, Michaela wants to know if we're ready for fun again," Anna said, smiling. Anna and I had enjoyed hooking up with other girls together, and the gorgeous blonde Michaela Quinn had been our first and an ongoing fling. Unfortunately, due to a series of unfortunate events, beginning with me being assaulted by Anna's stalker (best discussed elsewhere), we'd effectively closed our relationship and gone to therapy together for the last couple of months to sort it out.

"We agreed we were, right?" I confirmed with my fiancée.

"I never wasn't," she reminded me. "We took time off because you thought I might be only bringing them into our bed out of guilt, remember?" She smiled mischievously. "See, Charlie, what you, as a cisgender heterosexual man, failed to understand was that I like sleeping with hot women as much as you do. Pretty misogynistic and bi-phobic, if you ask me," she teased, squeezing me with her internal muscles.

"Alright, I know, I was wrong not to trust you," I said. "Forgive me," I added.

"Of course. You've forgiven worse," she said, not dwelling on the past, simply acknowledging her moment of doubt when I was hospitalized.

"So, that's what you wanted to discuss?" I asked.

"Part of it. I told Michaela I'd confirm with you, but she could have a couple of nights with us if you were up to it. She tried to haggle, started asking for four; we landed at three," Anna grinned. I smiled, picturing that phone call and their always mildly flirty banter. "The other thing we should discuss is what we're going to do with the other five nights," Anna smiled down at me coyly.

"Go out, have fun, make love, go to bed?" I asked. She giggled, but before she responded, I felt her hips rise and fall as she adjusted herself on me. I let out an involuntary groan, and Anna giggled again.

"Soon," she said simply. "And that's an option. There are... several others," she said casually.

"Such as?" I asked, wondering where she was going with this.

"Such as some of the other ridiculously attractive companions we'll have on this trip?" she said. "We know from last time that Tay is interested -- in fact, she specifically said next time when I mentioned it the last time." Tayonna King was a gorgeous black girl with pretty eyes, long dark hair, and plenty of curves on her otherwise fit body. At the last Riviera shoot, one thing had led to another, which had led to pretty much the entire bus of models and a few others getting handsy (or more) by themselves or with partners on the dark trip back to the hotel.

For our part, Anna, Michaela, and I had ended up touching each other in the back, while Tay had caught on and touched herself while she watched. No one had said much during the bus ride, until we got off the bus and Anna offered Tay that she could join the three of us in our hotel room. Tay had declined, seemingly regretfully, due to an early flight the next morning, but casually insinuated she'd be down another time.

"So you want to ask Tay?"

"I mean, physically, yeah, I want us to do all sorts of things to her," Anna said nonchalantly. "But really, I just wanted us to agree on what we're open to on this trip. If we get another proposition, like we did from Mick on that first trip, should we accept? Is there anything we aren't interested in? A, these models can get pretty horny together. Remember the hot tub on my first shoot? And B, most of these girls are also OnlyFans creators -- what sort of collabs should we consider?"

"Was getting me horny and taking me inside you an attempt to influence me?" I asked, jokingly. Our communication had gotten better than that.

"I'm offended you think I would stoop to such vulgar behavior," Anna said, adopting a British accent, before switching back to her own. "No, Charlie, I just like having you inside me. I only want to hook up with other girls if you want to as well, and I guess for content if you're down with it." Anna had been ramping up her content, from simple nudes and teases when I met her, up to planned sextapes with me and/or other girls, which I agreed to, provided I was anonymous in them to protect my job. So far, she'd posted a bunch more risque photosets, a girl-girl sex scene with Michaela, and our first video together, which was her giving me a handjob from my point of view.

"You've been watching too much Bridgerton," I joked, which I'd been saying for the last few months since she discovered the series and started randomly adopting an aristocratic British accent. Anna smiled. "As far as hookups go, I'm good with whatever. Ready to get back on the horse, as it were," I said.

"Or the hot model," Anna grinned, slowly gyrating her hips, keeping me feeling a steady stream of low-grade pleasure waves.

"Sure. So, content?"

"Content. For one, I had an idea. It'd be a pretty sad thing to miss the opportunity to film together in a cruise cabin, or on a balcony overlooking the waves," she sighed romantically. "Charlie, would you like to fuck me on camera for our first OnlyFans sex scene on this cruise? Say, tomorrow?" My cock twitched inside of her as she spoke, making her smile.

"I would love to," I replied honestly. "Why tomorrow, in a hurry?"

"Yeah, but not to post, just to film. What if we want to film with someone else? I want our first full scene of the two of us shot first," she said, shrugging. I nodded. "Speaking of filming with someone else..." she said, trailing off. I grinned.

"What kind of scene does Michaela want to shoot with us?" I asked knowingly. Anna winked at me.

"She said anything; she just wants us in a collab at this point. I might have told her, again pending your approval, that we could shoot a blowjob scene together? Would you like that, Charlie? Both of us sucking this nice thick cock at the same time?" I pulled Anna down on top of me from her sitting position and began to slide in and out of her dripping pussy at an excruciatingly slow pace. She giggled and then nibbled my ear. "That got you going," she whispered amusedly. "Remembering the last time?" I ignored her teasing, just focusing on holding back my considerable lust to keep a steady pace.

"So," I grunted, "any other collabs? Also, are you sure? You haven't shot a blowjob with just us yet," I reminded her. She'd expressed interest in getting all the firsts together previously.

"Please, Charlie," she said in a seductive voice, quietly and directly into my ear. "Like I'm not going to suck this perfect cock in our sex tape," she said, amused. I thrust harder a couple of times before getting control of myself. Once I did, Anna continued as though nothing had happened. "As to other collabs, I'm open to whatever."

"Who does OnlyFans collabs out of the group?" I asked. Anna looked thoughtful.

"Let's see. There's V, we should probably shoot a simple photoset or two while we're here. Michaela is obviously down for anything with us. Sophia has an OnlyFans, but she doesn't even do nudity, so anything with her would be just like bikini sets or something. Daisy and Natalie have shot with other people in the past, but I think their explicit content is just solo stuff now. Hailey makes sex content, but I think the way we plan to -- other girls and her boyfriend Derek only- so maybe I could shoot with her, but only girl-girl content. Juanita does scene collabs, same with Kanya. I don't know what kind of limit Tay has, but she definitely also has an OnlyFans; I've never thought to check it out, and we haven't really talked about it together." It was funny watching her go down the list while she slowly rode me.

"So basically, at least some potential to collaborate with everyone to some extent."

"Yeah. I think I'll just hint to the others that I'm accepting applications for whatever kind of collab, see who bites," she giggled.

"Works for me. Not sure you want a biter, though," I joked, still maintaining a measured pace and sliding into her slick, welcoming pussy. Anna sighed happily, and I felt her smile against my neck.

"Mmm, maybe not. So, we're good with collabs, good with Michaela, and any other potential fun with my fellow models, good with our first scene, our first threesome scene. This is going to be a fun cruise," Anna whispered. I slid my hands from her hips to her butt and squeezed.

"I'm the luckiest man alive," I responded. Anna smiled.

"Probably," she replied. "But I'm luckier," she added. "Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

"You can stop holding back now. Fuck me," she demanded.

I didn't offer a vocal response, but the sound of my hips and her thighs slamming against each other seemed like one.

***

"Goddamn bright out here," I said, quoting a favorite TV show. Anna giggled as we stepped out of the car, on the roof level of the parking garage. Most of the other models had probably Ubered from their hotels, but we lived close enough to drive, so we had to park V's car in the terminal garage. It was Saturday morning, and the brand-new, first-of-its-class Nocturne Pulse was floating in the harbor just past the newly constructed terminal. All sleek lines in white and black, accented with a couple of fin-like protrusions on the top deck, the ship seemed full of possibilities.

"Wow. This ship is huge," V said. I'd seen bigger, having grown up not far from here and seen cruise ships almost daily, but not by too much. It looked every bit the sexy and youthful vibe they had targeted.

"That's one of the nightclubs," Anna said, pointing out the gracefully curved triangular deck sitting on top of the ship, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a white roof under a large fin of some kind. She'd been looking at the brochures on the drive over. "And that bulbous-looking thing on the back is the tops-optional lounge pool," she added. "Look at all the balconies; I wonder where our rooms are? The suites are those big ones in the back, but we don't have one of those," she mused.

V looked over at her sister. "Alright, boat nerd, grab your bags. I don't have four extra hands." Anna quickly turned and started unloading. Both girls had way more stuff than I did, what with their makeup, special soaps and shampoos and beauty products, cameras for their own content (V also maintained an OnlyFans, though thus far limited her content to tasteful nudity, or so I'd been informed), and clothing options both for daily wear and for shoots. To help out, I pulled my own smaller roller bag and took a duffel bag for V and Anna's camera equipment backpack. For good measure, I let them add their purses on top of my roller.

We crossed the bridge into the terminal, where a handful of other passengers were milling about, but signs showed that boarding didn't begin until 9:30, which explained why the terminal was still mostly empty. I scanned the area before noticing a group of mostly women standing by a large window, looking across at the ship. I was fairly certain I recognized Christa, the coordinator, and Daisy's long, auburn hair. A blonde in a cropped sweatshirt and yoga pants that looked painted on faced away from us, and I grinned internally when I realized I was thinking she looked familiar from behind.

I nudged Anna and pointed in that direction.

"Oh, that's them! Did you recognize Michaela from this angle?" she asked knowingly. Michaela's leggings were almost excessively tight, wedged between her perfect cheeks, and left very little of her perfectly formed backside to the imagination.

"Not until I was sure it was our group," I laughed.

"Well, I did, and I haven't spent as much time behind her as you have," Anna quipped and led the way, leaving Vanessa to just look at me and sigh theatrically.

"Would you have said no to Mick?" I asked, trying to turn it around. Michaela was an objectively gorgeous woman.

"I have said no to her, remember?" she smirked, and then smiled as we followed her sister.

***

"Alright, that's everybody," Christa's voice carried over the group after Juanita arrived with somebody who must have been her boyfriend. I knew, based on her stories alone, that the other models didn't like him, but we'd never met. Juanita Reyes was a gorgeous Latina, both the youngest and the shortest model in the group, which made her considerable curves stand out even more. Add in her long dark hair and tanned skin, and there was no questioning how she'd gotten an Instagram following large enough for Riviera to hire her.

"A couple of announcements before we board," the pretty, maybe 40-ish brunette continued. To me, Christa looked like she may have been a former model herself, but now ran the shoots for Riviera and seemed to have a perpetually stressed look on her face. Given that I'd never met her outside of work, and she was in charge of keeping 20-ish people on tight timelines while she was working, I understood.

"First up, and this should be obvious, but you're representing the company while you're on board. I'm not telling you not to have fun, but do try to keep your conduct at least socially acceptable. Nocturne has generously offered all of you, guests included, a free upgraded drink package, so enjoy, but make sure you are sober at all Riviera photoshoots and events," she added sternly, but smiling as she said it. Several of the girls laughed. "That also means no swimsuits that aren't Riviera-branded at any point on this trip, obviously, including for your own content. Second, my assistant Jenny has your schedules, so you can grab them when I'm done. I'll also email them to you once we get set up with internet on board. You're all off today to get settled; work starts tomorrow. Third, internet and phone service on board -- since we need to be able to reach you, Riviera will cover the costs of your At Sea plan upgrades; just send me the receipts, and I'll get you reimbursed." She looked down at her tablet, which I was convinced from experience was glued to her hand, before continuing.

"Fourth, we have some generous gifts from Nocturne here behind me," she said, gesturing behind her to a row of black paper bags with white tags. "They're matched to your sizes, so make sure you grab the one with your name on it; it's not a free-for-all." She gestured again, this time to a woman wearing a black polo with the anchor-over-a-crescent-moon logo of Nocturne in white on the breast. The woman looked a bit older than Christa and seemed to be genuinely smiling as she waved at us. "This is Rhonda; she's our liaison with Nocturne all week, so if any of you need anything, reach out to her -- I'll forward her details with your schedules."

Rhonda waved again. "Pleasure to meet you all. I'll make sure to introduce myself individually as we board -- I'll be getting your N-Cards to you as you get to security. Those will be your boarding passes, room charge, dining plans, drink plans, IDs, and anything else you could need while on the Nocturne Pulse this week. We're so excited to have you aboard!" Christa thanked her and spoke up again.

"One last thing. You all know Daisy McKenna, of course," she said, and the knockout redhead next to her waved. "This is unfortunately going to be Daisy's last shoot as a Riviera Girl." The other models started murmuring, but Christa silenced them by continuing. "Initially, she was going to be done after St. Thomas, but we convinced her to stay to get the Riviera Girl moniker off the ground on this shoot. Daisy didn't tell us until the last shoot, but she's been back in school! She graduated in the spring with her law degree, and in July, she passed the bar exam! She's officially a lawyer! Can we get a round of applause?" Christa said, tucking her tablet under her arm and starting to clap. The whole group whooped and cheered.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sophia asked loudly. Sophia Bruni was Italian but raised in Miami; she had dark brown hair, a slender but still curved figure, and the perfectly proportioned face of a runway model. Daisy looked a little sheepish at the implication that she'd hidden something from her friends.

"I was afraid to, in case I didn't succeed; I didn't want anyone to know. I've always wanted to be a lawyer! In practice, I'm thinking about trying to be a modeling agent, so I might not be leaving the industry behind just yet!" she said. Another round of cheers followed. I glanced at Vanessa next to me, who looked genuinely happy for her friend and occasional hookup.

"Alright. I think that's everything. Ready?" she asked Rhonda, who nodded. "Alright, let's all follow Rhonda over to the desk, and we'll get your N-Cards sorted and get on this ship. Your working vacation starts now!"

***

It took some time to get the whole group processed and onto the ship, which was still mostly empty, although by the time we were aboard, boarding was beginning for the rest of the passengers. A few other groups had been let in with us, likely having similar arrangements with Nocturne to the one Riviera had.

As each person got through security and handed off their bags for screening, the group reformed in the ship's central shopping area, which was referred to as The High Street, like a British commercial avenue. Entirely enclosed within the ship, but roughly three decks high, it had shops, bars, and restaurants on either side of the wide concourse. Elevator banks were located at either end. I was impressed. Judging by the look on Anna's face, she was, too.

"Two questions: where are the pools, and where are the clubs, cause that's all I need to know," came a voice over my shoulder. I smiled.

"Morning, Mick," I said, turning to face her. We hadn't had much of a chance to say hi to the pretty blonde when we first walked up with our bags.

"Hey, Charlie. Scratch that, I also need to know where your room is. Anna said I was getting laid on this trip," she grinned.

"1138," I said with a smile. She winked as she got jumped by Anna and pulled her into a hug. "We missed you, Mick," I said.

"Not enough to get your problems all sorted out so I could visit in September," she joked as their hug broke up and she pulled me into a less aggressive one. "Also, I can't believe you got stabbed. Are you alright now?" she asked.

"Yeah, just left with this scar," I said, pulling up my shirt a few inches to show her the white line on the edge of my abdomen.

"Wow," she said, looking at it. "That must have been awful," she breathed. Her fingertip reached out and traced a line just below the scar, seemingly involuntarily. Then it moved onto my very lightly defined abs, and she looked up at me and smiled as it started to drift lower. Anna cut in.

"Alright, hands off my man, you horny slut," she said in faux-annoyance. "He's mine today, I promise I'll share tomorrow," she added with a smile. Just then, Daisy walked up.

"Are we making a schedule for Charlie's time?" she asked, amused. "Can I throw my hat in the ring? I didn't have my own boy toy to bring with me," she teased, pulling Anna into a hug.

"We're a package deal, so if we were setting up a queue, it would be for our time," Anna joked. Daisy laughed.

"I could live with that," she winked seductively before smiling jovially again. "I'm really glad you all made it!"

"We have to be here," Michaela replied with a raised eyebrow. "It's in the contract." Anna laughed before responding to Daisy, ignoring Mick.

"Yeah, especially since you're leaving us to be a big hotshot lawyer after this," Anna pouted.

"It was time; they were probably gonna age me out soon anyway. I'm turning 29 in the spring. I'm getting old," she laughed.

"I'm 30," I said, reminding them -- it had almost become a running joke since the models were always concerned with aging. Daisy laughed.

"Well, they probably wouldn't let you model thongs for them at your age, Charlie," Daisy said, and Michaela and Anna burst into laughter.

"To be fair," I said over their giggles, "they probably wouldn't have let me when I was 25, either." Daisy laughed.

"Probably not," she said. Then her eyes looked me up and down. "Maybe, though," she added with another wink. I grinned.

"Good to see you again, Daisy," I said, and she offered me a hug as well.

"You, too. Anyway, I upgraded my room to a huge suite as a present to myself for my last shoot, and I'm having a sort of fake slumber party tonight for everybody. You can all go sleep in your own rooms," she laughed, "but come on by in your pajamas for drinks and games tonight around 8, cool? I'll text the number to the group chat."

"What if we normally sleep naked?" Michaela asked with a fake innocent look.

"Find something pajama-y, Mick; I don't need your bare ass on my couch," Daisy said. "Anyway, let me know when you get that schedule finalized, Anna," Daisy said, laughing as she headed off to say hi to some of the other girls.

"You think she's serious?" Michaela asked Anna. "Because I would totally share one of my days; I would love to get my hands on those legs," she added, theatrically leaning forward to watch Daisy walk away. Anna cackled.

"Who knows? You up for it if she is, Charlie?" she asked innocently. Both she and Michaela looked up at me expectantly.

"Well, it is her last trip; it'd be rude to say no," I said, feigning courtesy. The girls sniggered. In truth, I would need no persuasion if an evening with Anna and Daisy, and maybe Michaela, was on the table.

"Who are you guys talking about?" V said, walking over.

"Daisy. Sounds like she might be hinting that she wants a threesome with us. Not sure if she's serious though; she might just be flirting for fun," Anna explained. V rolled her eyes.

"Can't you two keep it in your pants for like five minutes?" she asked her sister. Anna laughed.

"We didn't say anything; she did."

"Fine. Well, yeah, she's probably serious. I think she was entertaining the idea on the last trip, after she found out about your activities with certain other horny models who need no introduction."

"Hey, V, missed you too," Michaela grinned.

"Hey, Michaela," V said, and they shared a hug.

"You're not jealous?" Michaela asked her.

"Why, because I've hooked up with Daze? No, it's just a fun thing; we're both more into guys, no possessiveness there. It would be a little weird since she'd be getting with Anna, too, but I can live with it. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing," she said, not elaborating in present company.

"Just remember to invite me if she's down," Michaela cut in. V rolled her eyes again.

"Seriously, though, you guys are way too horny," she said.

"If she wasn't your sister and you knew how good Anna and Charlie were in bed, you'd be lining up for a shot, too," Michaela said, shrugging. V blushed, but quickly regained her composure.

"TMI, Mick," she said, shaking her head.

"Whatever, if we all end up in bed with Daisy, you're invited, too," Michaela said, grinning. "The more the merrier," she added, while Vanessa rolled her eyes.

***

"Alright, so I got us booked for a couple's massage this afternoon, Charlie," Anna said, returning from the activities desk she'd stopped by before we went up to our room to get settled. I'd been waiting with V and Michaela while she went to check out the options for the day. "I also booked one for you two," she said to Mick and V.

"Why a couple's massage for us?" Michaela asked. "We're not a couple. I mean, I won't say I haven't thought about it, V," she added teasingly, looking her up and down appraisingly and continuing her earlier flirting. Vanessa laughed before Anna responded.

"Because I wanted to do something nice for V to thank her for driving us down, ("aww, thanks," said V), and they were out of single slots today; they were all prebooked online. So you get one by default. I'm sure you'll think of something to do for us that we could be thanking you for," Anna winked at Michaela. V groaned.

"Alright, can you three just go fuck already so I don't have to listen to this all day?" she said, though I was pretty sure it was for show; she seemed fairly used to it by now.

"Yeah, can we?" Michaela asked, making a puppy dog face. I laughed, and my dick swelled a little thinking about it, but Anna and I had agreed to kick off our vacation ourselves today.

"Tomorrow, Mick. Don't worry, V, you won't have to hear it all day, because Charlie and I are going to have a romantic afternoon together. We'll see you two later," she said, handing Vanessa their reservation details and taking me by the hand to lead me away.

***

"I'm really glad our room faces the harbor and not the terminal side," Anna said. And for good reason; we had decided to decompress on the balcony for a little while after exploring the ship together. For me, that meant kicking off my shoes and shirt, and sitting down to listen to the harbor noises and the waves below. For Anna, that apparently meant stripping down, putting on one of her Riviera thong bottoms, and then joining me on the balcony.

"You look gorgeous," I remarked as she stood, looking out over the water. Her brown hair fluttered in the breeze. She smiled and turned to me.

"Thanks, Charlie. I figured I could have worn a top, but where's the fun in that? Plus, I love the way you stare at me, like you're trying to hide it even though you don't have to. It's cute," she said, and made her way over to me. Knowing what she was up to, I shifted into a better position in time to receive her body on my lap.

Anna leaned back into me, effortlessly sexy as always, and my hands found her hips, gently massaging the muscles there.

"I know I have to work, but I'm excited for this vacation with you, Prince Charming," she said, using the nickname she'd bestowed on me when we first met and hung out in Disney World for the day.

"I've been counting down the days," I said, breathing in her scent and holding her to me by the waist.

"Thanks for getting the time off and coming with. This would have sucked without you here," she said.

"I doubt that; you would still have had fun with your friends," I said softly. Anna smiled.

"Maybe a little, but I'd have just been missing you and feeling down about it the whole time. And I'd have felt bad having to leave you for like nine days just for three days of work," she said, snuggling into me as we watched a pair of seagulls riding the wind over the harbor.

"Yeah, that would have sucked worse for me. I would have been working and missing you; you'd have been on a cruise and missing me."

"Maybe," she giggled. "I could have made it up to you, sent Angela and Emily over to comfort you," she said, her voice dripping with the implication.

"Would have been fun, I'm sure, but I'd rather have you," I said, agreeing with the sentiment of being glad to be with her in this moment, on this ship. We sat quietly for a long moment, just enjoying the feel of each other's skin on our own. I was the one to break the comfortable silence a while later.

"Are you sure you want to spend our vacation with other girls?" I asked. "I'm not opposed; I just want you to know that I'd be fine without sharing, even with Michaela." Anna turned toward me, eyes twinkling happily.

"We've been over this, but yeah, Charlie, it's fine. And it's this reassurance you give me that makes me alright with it. I would also be happy with you and alone, and if that's what you want, you can bring me back here three times a day and make love to me in our bed. You could do whatever you wanted to me, and I'd love every minute of it." That kicked off some thoughts, but Anna continued, overriding my brain before I got too excited.

"But I also know we have fun when we share together, and I love trying new things with you, and there are at least a couple other models who would jump at the chance to join us for whatever reason, and so I'm willing if you are. We live together, and you can have me alone whenever you want. Anything, anytime, anywhere, remember?" she added, using our oft-repeated promise to each other. Anna turned sideways in my lap and kissed me deeply but unhurriedly, exploring my mouth with her own. We drew it out, feeling completely at peace with each other on our shaded balcony, until we needed air and broke the kiss. "And I'll tell Michaela no if you just want me alone on this trip, but I've got to be honest, she told me she hasn't gotten laid since St. Thomas. The blue balls might kill her."

I laughed. "That's a thing for women, too?"

"Of course, it sucks being horny and not getting off. As women, though, we also happen to know that it can be relieved manually, so it's not going to work on me if you ever try to get some by telling me about it," she laughed.

"Anything, anytime, anywhere, remember? I'd never need to," I challenged back.

"Oh, yeah, that's true. Plus, I might actually be the hornier one in our relationship, so you'll always be taken care of," she laughed again. I held her closely. "So, Charlie, girls or no girls on this trip?"

"Making me choose, huh? Fine. Girls. I wouldn't want you to miss out on a chance with some of the hottest girls on the planet," I said.

"Aww, you're doing it for me? That's so sweet. Every woman deserves a man willing to basically drown in pussy for their partner. Such a noble sacrifice," she said dramatically, wiping her brow with the back of her hand and thrusting her chest out as she did.

"Some might say the noblest," I said seriously, and Anna giggled as she traced a finger over my chest.

"I'd love to reward you right now," she said seductively, leaning down and breathing near my ear. "You think anybody could see us if I sucked your cock out here?" she asked quietly. I hardened rapidly under her thighs, and she leaned back, biting her lips as she looked me in the eyes. Fortunately, my brain was still working, or we might have been kicked off the ship before the cruise started.

"Probably," I said, disappointment evident in my tone, which made Anna smile. "Maybe when we're not in the harbor," I added.

"Oh, you'll get plenty of balcony action on this trip, don't worry," she giggled. "Come on," she said, standing and holding out her hand for me. "Go inside and lie on the bed. I want to feel you throbbing in my mouth as soon as possible," she whispered as I stood.

***

"I think a massage feels like overkill at this point," I breathed, still coming down. Anna giggled from my waist, where she was still smiling up at me, lazily stroking my spent cock.

"Good, you'll start off the trip extra relaxed," she said, smiling.

"What can I do for you, beautiful?" I asked. Anna grinned up at me.

"Our massage is in an hour, and you cum a lot but not enough for me to skip lunch. Rain check? You can take care of me after the massage, like a delayed happy ending. They don't offer them at the spa, at least not without a secret code. I checked the service menu," Anna joked.

"Deal," I said, chuckling silently. We got up to get ready.

***

After grabbing a quick bite at the ship's main cafeteria-style restaurant, we headed up to the top deck. The spa was in front of the ship, and we had a few minutes, so we decided to check out the pool deck, since we hadn't while exploring earlier.

The deck was bisected down the middle, since the Pulse had interior-facing balconies overlooking a park and a boardwalk that ran down the central spine of the ship. On the right side, there was a sports pool and a regular pool. Across the chasm, there was a larger pool with an almost swim-up bar (servers took orders and brought the drinks from the bar a few feet away, but it wasn't connected to the pool -- I assumed for rough sea purposes) and a zero-depth lounging pool that looked like it was never more than a foot or two deep. Several hot tubs were scattered around the deck as well.

Anna and I walked, hand-in-hand, enjoying the weather and the atmosphere. Guests, all in the same age range as us, were already enjoying the pools, and by the sound of raucous merriment, their drink packages.

"Anna! Charlie!" came a shout from the rows of seating. We looked around, and Anna spotted Kanya and Tay waving us over. While Riviera's models weren't cliquey, it was clear some were better friends than others; as far as I could tell, Tay and Kanya were close. We made our way through the rows toward them to say hi.

Tayonna King, or Tay, was a fit black girl with a curvy figure, yet another body perfect for selling Riviera's wares. She was primarily a model and OnlyFans girl like Anna. Her hair was in braids that had been done up into a pair of buns held together with bright orange pins, while other long, thin braids fell on either side of her head. She had a wide smile and big, pretty, dark brown eyes on a strikingly beautiful face. She wore a black and white zebra-striped bikini, the Riviera R in black on her left breast.

Kanya (Anna had told me her last name was Kensington, but she used Kanya as a mononym for her public persona) was a half-Indian, half-British beauty from London, who spoke with a high-class London accent and practically oozed old-money class -- at least until she let loose and acted like any other well-to-do 20-something, which she usually did after you met her, according to Anna. She had caramel-colored skin and wavy black hair over soft, pretty facial features.

In addition to her modeling and OnlyFans-ing, she was also something of an internet personality, frequenting podcasts and occasionally going viral. Kanya was the only Riviera model I'd heard of before I met Anna; she had been the subject of a fairly popular clip that made the rounds on Instagram, in which she verbally smacked down a manosphere podcaster who tried to shame her for her job outside of a club -- and probably boosted her profile significantly. I'd learned that any publicity for an OnlyFans model was good publicity when Anna saw a subscriber gain after I got stabbed and we made a gossip tip website.

"Hey, girls. Getting some sun in?" Anna asked as we stepped up.

"Yep. I was hoping the lounge would be open so I could try to avoid tan lines, but apparently, you can't be topless when in port because of local laws or something like that," Kanya explained. I didn't follow as well as I should have, being once again enamored by her very attractive accent.

"Ya'll wanna join us?" Tay asked. "We saved extra chairs in case anybody else came up," she said, gesturing toward the chairs next to them, adorned with one towel each.

"Oh, we would, but we have a couples massage appointment in a few minutes; we're headed that way now," Anna said.

"That sounds lovely. Let me know how it goes and get me your masseuse's name if they're good," Kanya laughed. "I'll have to make an appointment."

"We'll be here if you want to come by later. I'm going to try to make a dent in the drink package; the bartender made us this," Tay said, holding up a glass filled with a pale liquid. "It's supposed to be some kind of Brazilian drink I can't pronounce, and it's delicious."

"A caipirinha?" I asked, familiar with the sweet lime and cachaça cocktail from running a hotel. Kanya nodded.

"It looked like quite a lot of sugar, though. I'll have to be careful, or I won't fit in these suits," she giggled. Her bikini was gray and black, and from a cursory inspection, nowhere near not fitting on her perfect model-ready form. "Have fun in your massage," she said, pronouncing it the British way. We said goodbye and continued to our massage, though Anna spoke up as soon as we were out of earshot.

"Okay, it's not just me, right? Kanya's voice and accent are like the sexiest possible combination," Anna said, glancing over at me. "I think I got a little wet every time she laughed," she joked. I grinned.

"Yeah, it's not just you. Probably helps that she sounds so proper while sitting there in an almost-nothing swimsuit," I observed. "Or you've been watching too much Bridgerton," I joked again.

"Probably," Anna grinned. "Oh, and the pronunciation. MASS-ahjj. MASS-ahjj." She flipped into a passable impression of Kanya's accent. "Charlie, would you like me to MASS-ahjj your cock later?" I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"Maybe let's leave the accent to her, gorgeous," I chuckled.

"Fine. I don't know if she'd be down, but I would totally hook up with her with you, and if we do, I'm asking her to say it."

***

"Go ahead and undress to your comfort level, and we'll be right back to get started," our two young massage therapists said, and then left us in the room. The spa was nice, and the room they'd put us in looked more like a bamboo bungalow than a cruise ship once we were inside. In the corner, a small waterfall trickled over rocks for ambience, and gentle music played in the humid room. A small room without a door connected to ours, which had a shower cubicle and a restroom in it.

Anna smiled at me and quickly stripped naked, losing the white top and pink tennis skirt she'd donned for our lunch. I left my boxer-briefs on, having never been a naked-for-a-massage type of guy. Anna watched me, amused.

"Keeping covered, Charlie?" she asked, while I watched her shimmy her naked form under the blanket on the massage table.

"Yeah, never felt comfortable being naked with a stranger touching me," I shrugged.

"Says the future pornstar," Anna giggled.

"Is it weird that I'd probably be alright with it if it was for your job, with a willing performer, because it would be sexual, but I'm not because it isn't?" I asked, musing on it. Anna shook her head.

"Not really. You're just like one of those medieval knights in fantasy novels that can't pull your sword out unless you're going to use it," she laughed. I grinned with her.

"Nerd," I said, climbing onto my table next to her.

"Takes one to marry one," she giggled, flashing me her ring.

***

"Ohhh," I heard Anna moan next to me. My assigned therapist, Leah, was working on my lower back at the time, and I completely understood Anna's sentiment. I felt totally relaxed, my face pressed into the padding and willing to stay there for hours if I could. I wasn't sure how long we'd been in there -- time seemed inconsequential. I needed to get more massages, said a half-formed thought that flitted through my brain. I groaned softly as Leah's hands pressed along my spine, making my back flex and loosen up.

I stayed in that position, bouncing through time and space, until I was lying like a limp rag on the table, and our therapists spoke up.

"Thank you for joining us today," Anna's therapist, Mila, said quietly, maintaining the peace in the room with her silky voice. "Feel free to rinse off before dressing, and use the facilities if necessary."

"Just follow the signs to the exit when you're ready. We hope you enjoyed your time here at the Pulse AquaSpa," Leah said. A moment later I heard a door close and slowly lifted my head up. Anna was making no attempt to move, but I did hear her muffled voice through the face pillow.

"That was amazing," she sighed. I looked over at my fiancée, naked except for a small towel covering the swell of her ass, and covered in a light sheen of oil that reflected the golden light in the room. I learned a while ago that with Anna I should just go with my instincts -- it usually paid off, but right now my instincts were getting a little risky. Still, they'd given us time to rinse off -- surely that meant the room was ours for at least a short while...

I swung off my bed, my refreshed body springing into action, and put my hands on Anna's back. She made a happy purring sound, so I felt alright sliding them down, caressing her hips and her rounded ass, before guiding a finger along the bottom of her cheek and finding her slit. That made Anna at least twist to look back at me, a look of peaceful curiosity on her face.

"What are you doing, Charlie?" she asked.

"You wanted a happy ending, right?" I asked quietly, sliding my finger along her lips. I could feel her moistening rapidly, her body responding enthusiastically to my touch. Her eyes flicked to the door, then back to me.

"Please," she said, in an almost inaudible whisper. I nodded, and slid a finger inside her, the slick walls of her tunnel caressing me while I explored her depths. "Oooh," she moaned softly.

"No noise," I whispered. Anna shut her lips and nodded, then lay back down. I rotated my wrist and replaced my finger with my thumb, pressing down on the pad and making Anna breathe out noticeably through her nose. I nervously glanced back at the door -- logically we had a few minutes at least, but that didn't stop me from feeling the risk.

While my thumb rubbed her g-spot, I used two fingers to stroke along her lips, rubbing her clit with each pass. Anna's back arched, though I wasn't sure if it was voluntary or not, giving me better access and making her look unbelievably hot, her ass curled up into the air while my fingers stroked and penetrated her.

"Ooooo," she breathed out, her lips in an 'o' shape. I could see her body tense as I slid a finger to either side of her clit and rolled it back and forth. Her eyes were closed, but her breathing was growing more rapid. I glanced at the door again; if someone did open it, there would be no explaining away this compromising position. My right hand was folded and massaging her pink slit, and my left was palming her ass cheek, holding her in place. I was wearing only my boxer briefs, which, thanks to the eroticism of the situation, were straining to contain my erection. I pressed harder with my thumb.

"Unghhhh," Anna groaned. I looked around nervously, then lifted my hand off her ass and wrapped it around her, covering her mouth. She looked in my direction, eyes flaring with need, and held my gaze while I continued to work her pleasure spots with my fingers. I could feel her body preparing for release, getting closer and closer, while her gorgeous blue eyes bored into mine, pleading with me to get her there.

My middle finger found her clit and pressed, then began to rub across it rhythmically. Anna made a strangled sound that cut off almost instantly, and I could feel her losing control. I kept up my efforts, and her eyes grew wider, and suddenly it was too much for her, and she shook on the table, making no sounds but visibly riding wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.

She came down quickly, the reality of our situation setting in, but then looked up at me with wilder eyes than before.

"Bring me your dick," she whispered.

"We don't have time," I replied.

"I know, I just want to say I did it, too," she said, lips curling up. I looked at the door for the thousandth time and stepped up to the head of her table; she pulled down the waistband of my briefs and drew my hard cock into her mouth, bobbing quickly on it, slowly taking more and more until I felt her throat with the tip. Her eyes flashed up at me, and she bobbed a few times, then pulled it out, gasping for air.

"I love you, Charlie," she said as she pulled my waistband back up to conceal my cock once more.

"I love you more," I replied. Anna's eyes twinkled.

"After that orgasm, I almost believe you," she giggled quietly. "Come on," she said, hopping off the table. "Let's just get dressed; we can rinse in our room."

A minute later, we composed ourselves and walked out of the spa. No one seemed to pay us any attention, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, so that was one of the hottest things you've ever done," Anna whispered to me as we walked back through the hall. "I was worried we'd get caught. I can't believe I came so fast; your hands are like magic," she added. I let the ego boost bounce around in my head, making it swell a bit.

"My pleasure," I replied.

"Is it cool if I tell Michaela later? I have to tell someone, seriously, that was so fucking sexy," she almost growled. I grinned.

"Tell whoever, I'm pretty impressive," I joked.

"That, but unironically," she said with a smile, and pulled me into a steamy kiss as we arrived at our door. I broke it off to get us inside, and as soon as we were, Anna was on me again.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me, like so fucking badly," she groaned as I kissed along her collarbone, pressing her up against the closet door in our cabin. "I want your cock, Charlie," she said, hands reaching down to open my shorts and fumbling with the button.

"I will. I need you, but didn't want to film a video this afternoon?" I asked. Anna paused for a moment.

"Yeah, let's do it. Film us," she said, turning to get her camera bag.

"Didn't you have a plan for our first release?" I asked, using all the restraint I had not to just throw her down and thrust inside her.

"Yeah, but fuck that, this will be so much hotter, and I'll always know what came before it." She pulled out her camera gimbal with her action camera on it and handed it to me. "If not, we can discuss it later. I'm not waiting for you, even if it wrecks my plan."

"Good." I turned the camera on, and the moment the light turned red, Anna prowled towards me and dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts open and letting my cock spring out, nearly hitting her in the face. She smiled and immediately sucked the head past her lips, looking up at me while her tongue swirled across every nerve ending, leaving a fire growing in my groin. I groaned.

"God, this is such a nice cock," she said, releasing it momentarily and stroking it, using her saliva as lube. "I need it inside me, soon." Anna looked back at it hungrily and took half of it into her mouth, sucking aggressively. I captured every second of it on camera, trying to hold steady while she took out her lust on my hardened length. When my breathing started to quicken, Anna stood and started to strip -- to her credit, she made a little bit of a show out of it even as her actual lust threatened to overwhelm her.

Her white top hit the floor, revealing a sexy, pale yellow bra. Then she turned, bending at the waist while facing away from the camera, back arched, and hands lowering her skirt over the curve of her sexy ass. All that was left was a pale yellow thong. She turned and teased me with the bra, moving it around and making the swell of her breasts even more obvious. The camera caught everything.

She reached between her breasts for the bra clasp, opening it but holding it in place to tease me some more, and then pulled her hands away, letting her perfect tits become the stars of the show for a moment. Once my brain was properly fried by that tease, she turned around again and pulled off her panties, leaving her naked; with a coy look over her shoulder, she moved to the bed and bent over the edge.

"Fuck me, babe," she said. Anna never called me babe, except when we filmed the handjob video she released a week ago. It seemed like it was sticking for filming purposes. I stepped behind her and lined myself up with her entrance, angling the camera down to film the moment of penetration. Anna let out a soft moan as I filled her, and she looked back at me -- I'd have to tell her later how hot that looked on camera. Her eyes flashed encouragement at me, and I started to move, thrusting into my fiancée with pent-up need, feeling her slick walls squeeze me and send tingles through my spine.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned as I pounded her, using her body for my own pleasure, which -- by her reaction -- was exactly what she wanted. "Fuck, yessss, give it to me, babe," she demanded. I obliged, thrusting away, losing myself to her and desperately trying to remember that I was filming.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Anna groaned, unexpectedly. I thought it would have taken more effort after she got off at the spa, but it seemed her need had only grown since then. I didn't stop, and when Anna finished, she reached back and held me in place, sliding off my dick and then turning to lie on her back on the edge of the bed.

"Put it back in," she begged. I obliged, my glistening member finding its way back home inside my future wife. "Give it to me until you can't hold back anymore; I want you to cum in me," she said. Fuck. I pumped in and out of her tight, wet passage, feeling her body trying to drain me of my seed like her pussy could pull it out of me.

And to be honest, it could. I felt myself barreling along like a train without brakes, approaching the point of no return with reckless abandon, only half-remembering to keep us in frame. I held on for what I hoped was a minute or two before my body took over, and I started to unload into her; on camera, my dick flexed visibly as it pumped the contents of my balls into her grasping pussy.

As the last of my pulses subsided, I staggered backward, leaving her open and overflowing. A gob of my cum dripped out of her, and I caught it on camera before I shut off the camera and tossed it onto the bed. I stepped back up to Anna and slid my spent cock back inside her before pulling her up into a kiss, my tongue sliding past her lips and dueling with her own.

"Fuck," I grunted when the kiss broke. "I love you so fucking much," I growled. Anna chuckled tiredly.

"I love you, too, Charlie," she said.

***

"I don't know about this being our first release," Anna said, an analytical tone in her voice as we finished playing back the video. "It's really hot, honestly crazy hot, but it's kind of short, off the cuff, and we probably should have done a money shot, don't you think?"

It was undoubtedly odd, discussing the sex we'd just had as a product, but given how long we'd both been getting used to this idea, it didn't seem that odd. It was almost as if a voice in my head was letting me know that a past-life version of myself would have found it odd. I took a moment to think about her assessment before responding.

"Are you telling me I didn't last long enough? Because that's honestly your fault, letting me get all worked up fingering you off in the spa and thinking I'd be able to hold back," I said with a smirk. Anna laughed, the always musical sound filling my heart as it always did.

"No, Charlie," she said, smirking back. "I'm saying that maybe we should have planned it out better and taken it a tad less passionately," she said.

"Yeah, maybe this could be a future release? No rule says we have to post in the order we film," I said. Anna nodded.

"That might be the right call. I could ask Michaela what she thinks? She's sort of the expert here," Anna said. I nodded. "Or are you just saying that because you want another chance to film me taking your cock?" she asked sweetly. I laughed.

"I didn't even get to cum all over you," I pretended to complain. Anna burst into a full-blown fit of giggles. She was always giggly after sex, except for particularly emotional bouts, and I loved it. "Seriously, though. From a pure OnlyFans standpoint -- is this how you think your fans would like the first release to be? Or would they prefer a more planned-out scene?"

"I'm leaning towards planned, I think? Can I talk to Mick, and maybe a couple of the other girls who've done it before? Would that be alright with you?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" I asked.

"Because I might have to show them what I mean," she teased, waving the camera around on its gimbal. I snorted.

"Maybe just Michaela first, and the others if we really need more opinions?" I asked.

"Works for me," Anna replied. "Come on, let's get dressed, maybe head upstairs to the pool for a bit before dinner?"

***

I sat in a chair next to the edge of the pool, nursing a beer in the sun while the ship pulled out to sea, leaving the port through a channel that passed right between a beach on the port side and a jetty to starboard. Yeah, I learned boat terms for this cruise, because I'm cool like that.

Anna was lying face down in the chair next to me, top untied to avoid tan lines. I admired her fit back for a moment, which was lightly muscled and toned and tapered sexily down to her narrow waist before her hips flared out, her bubble butt proudly facing the heavens, bisected by a thin strip of metallic purple fabric that disappeared halfway through its journey.

"Quit staring at your fiancée, Charlie; you'll end up sticking out of those short shorts you call swim trunks," came a voice from my right. I smiled.

"How was your massage, Mick?" I asked the sexy blonde who walked past me. Michaela reached down and moved Anna's ankles a little wider and then sat down on the end of the chair, between Anna's feet. Anna murmured a welcome but remained in her tanning position.

"It was great! I mean, V turned down my offer of a happy ending, but still, I feel like jelly right now, and I love it," Michaela smiled. Anna started laughing and quickly covered her mouth, but Michaela looked back at her and then to me. "You get one, Charlie?" she asked.

"I don't kiss and tell," I replied. Michaela cackled.

"Says the aspiring porn star," she quipped, sounding like Anna. I looked around, but no one was in the seats next to us, just some likely forgotten towels. It was getting close to dinner.

"Yeah, about that, Anna had a question for you," I said. Before she could respond, Kanya appeared at our side as well.

"Oh, it's quite hot, isn't it? Mind if I join you?" she asked, fanning herself as she tossed her pool bag on the floor in front of us, not waiting for an answer -- not that we wouldn't have welcomed her. "I was going to head downstairs to get ready for supper, Tay left a while ago, but I think one more dip might be appropriate," she said, smiling. She turned and stepped to the edge of the pool, her prominent thong-clad backside a few feet from my face. "Anyone want to join?" she asked over her shoulder.

"I'm in," Anna said lazily, and started fastening her suit. "It is really hot for November," she added.

"And we're headed south," Mick added and stood to join Kanya. "Hold that thought, Charlie," she said, referencing our earlier conversation.

"What thought?" Kanya asked. Michaela looked at me as Anna swung her legs off the chair and stood.

"We just had a question about content plans; it can wait," I said.

"Shit, that reminds me, I need to film something tonight," Kanya grumbled. "I was trying to avoid posting too much for my OnlyFans this week and focusing on Instagram, but, you know, got to keep the subs happy. I'll probably just vibe one out and post it; ought to keep them happy for a week," she said thoughtfully, barely seeming to notice my presence. I tried not to think about what Kanya using a vibrator might look like; she still hadn't stopped facing mostly away from me, and like every other Riviera Girl, the view I currently had was why she had the job.

"Don't get Charlie all excited," Anna snickered. Caught, I suppose.

"Sorry, Charlie, I figured you were used to this sort of conversation by now," Kanya said, not appearing sorry in the least. I decided to roll with it.

"No worries. What sort of content do you shoot for OnlyFans? Anna and I are new to the 'more than tasteful nudes' type of content," I said. Anna nodded with me and turned to Kanya.

"Look, I'd be happy to tell you what sort of sexy things I do for a living, but can we do it in the water? If it was ever this hot in London, people would die; I need to cool off," she said apologetically, and began to lower herself into the pool.

***

"So, yeah, after my last boyfriend, I said fuck it, and got into collabs. I don't shoot like a ton, maybe a scene a month with a partner, but I also still do a lot of solo vids."

"And podcasts, no?" Anna asked. Kanya nodded. The four of us were in the mostly empty pool, standing in a tight circle in the corner and talking about work. Well, their work.

"Yeah, the porn makes the money, and the podcasts put eyes on the porn," she laughed. "It's such an incestual industry; get on one podcast, get calls to appear on the rest. Most of the guys hosting them are idiots but savvy enough to make money off of their mediocrity, and their fans are already stuck in parasocial relationships with them. Why not let them do that with me, too?" she asked, grinning.

"That sounds... cold, but not surprising," I said. "Being with Anna has been like having a curtain pulled back, sorry."

"We sell a product, like any other. If we want to be successful, we need to find the right demographic and then separate their money from their wallets as efficiently as possible," Kanya said, shrugging. It was a darkly insightful statement, because that was what my hotel did, too, wasn't it? Our customer satisfaction surveys measured a different type of satisfaction, I thought amusedly, but it was the same thing, really.

"Are we the three most successful earners in the group now?" Michaela asked. Anna looked thoughtful, and Kanya nodded.

"Almost certainly; I don't think any of the other girls have nearly as much reach as us," Kanya mused. "My OnlyFans management team gives me all sorts of analytics, and I see your handle all the time, Michaela. Anna, yours has started popping up on their top lists lately, so I assume you're doing well."

"What do you mean by management team?" Anna asked curiously.

"Oh, I outsource my account to an agency. I get all sorts of market research stuff from them. Costs a bit, but I don't have to do anything except hit their content requests, which they then post -- they handle all the timing, figure out what times and content types are optimal for my earnings, and even chat with my fans," Kanya explained.

"As you, I imagine?" I chuckled, resisting the urge to shake my head. I suppose I wasn't surprised an industry like that existed.

"Of course," she grinned. "I set parameters for what I'm comfortable with, but they handle it for me."

"And they told you to film today?" Michaela asked.

"No, they told me to film yesterday," Kanya laughed, "but I pay them, so they'll get it today. They won't post it until probably tomorrow anyway; for whatever reason, Sunday is optimal for a lot of posts." Kanya's casual aristocratic disregard for both her agency and her fans was probably abrasive to some, but I found it amusing. She seemed more honest than most content creators; they all knew what they were doing, but she happily declared it instead of pretending. They were nothing alike on the surface, but her whole aura reminded me of Angela, a friend of ours back home.

"Can you give me your agency?" Michaela asked. "That might be worth looking into. I bet I'd do better if I were more available to my fans," she added, putting the word 'I' in air quotes. I looked at Anna.

"Not yet, Charlie. I don't want that level of structure, or my fans thinking we're friends or more. Not after, y'know," she said. I nodded.

"Probably a good call," I agreed.

"Oh, right, Charlie, we were all so worried about you," Kanya said, and she did look it. "I'm glad you're alright," she added. I tipped my beer in her direction from where I was holding it against the back of the pool.

"So what was your question, Anna?" Michaela asked. Anna looked to me for confirmation, and I nodded. Kanya would deal with it professionally, or at least, without any awkwardness.

"Charlie and I, well, we shot our first sex tape for OnlyFans this afternoon," she said. Michaela wiggled her eyebrows at me, and I grinned back. Kanya just listened, waiting for more information. "We just aren't sure if it's good content for a first release; I think it might be better to hold onto it for later and shoot another video to release first."

"Poor quality?" Kanya asked, though she didn't sound judgy.

"No, not at all; camerawork was decent, and it's really passionate," Anna said. "But it's short, two quick positions, and I finished Charlie inside me rather than showing it," she explained.

"Can I have a copy?" Michaela asked. Kanya laughed and shoved her shoulder.

"Keep it in your panties," she teased the blonde. "That could work," she told us. "If it's hot, fans will like it; you don't have to follow a script. One of the first videos I did was like that - my ex just went to town on me for like five or six minutes while I took it and moaned a lot. I've gotten better at the acting part since then, but it was still really intimate, and I think that's why it was a big seller. Probably still in my top ten," she said.

Michaela agreed. "I like that kind of porn, myself. I don't know if I'm weird, but I'd rather watch a couple minutes of passion and intimacy than a half hour of drawn-out mechanical sex," she added. Thankfully, the pool was now fully deserted except for us and a handful of people on lounge chairs who might have been sleeping, outside of hearing distance.

"Would you guys check it out for us and tell us if you think I should post it, then?" Anna asked them. Michaela nodded eagerly, theatrically playing up her horniness for us. Kanya nodded too, and so that's how I found myself walking down the hall a few minutes later, leading three towel-wrapped goddesses into our cabin to pass judgment on a video of Anna and me having sex.

***

"That's settled then," Anna said, smiling happily at me as the door shut, both other models heading to their rooms to change for dinner. "We'll post it first. Not on this trip, though, in a couple of weeks." Both girls had watched the video, nodding approvingly, while I stood off to the side with Anna, awkwardly pretending they were reviewing a YouTube video or something instead of the actual video before them.

Michaela said it made her hot, and she couldn't wait for tomorrow, which made Kanya raise an eyebrow in good humor. Kanya then agreed, saying it was very intimate and intense at the same time. She said next time we should do a money shot, but she'd post it if it were her, a point Anna was now smirking about.

"Hear that, Charlie? She'd have posted it if it was her taking your cock," she teased, once again adopting her impression of Kanya's accent.

"She did not insinuate that part," I clarified, well used to Anna's constant teasing. Anna giggled and started stripping. Once she was naked, she brushed past me, her body making lingering contact with mine as she headed to the shower. There had been more than enough room for her to move past without doing that, I quickly noted.

"Join me in the shower, handsome," she said airily.

***

The ship's main dining hall was decorated like an elegant steakhouse, with crystal chandeliers, polished wood accents, and white tablecloths with folded napkins at every place setting. The host showed us to the table we'd be at each night, and then left as we joined the group.

I sat next to Anna, with Juanita and her boyfriend Chris across from us at the large table. Juanita was a very pretty Latina with high cheekbones and otherwise soft features, with long dark hair and large, expressive, almond-shaped eyes. I'd noted that she tended to wear the most revealing clothes of any of the models when she wasn't working -- tonight's red cocktail dress had a deep V that showed off her proud but not overly large breasts. It clung to her hips, as well as a butt that was quite prominent even amongst present company.

Chris was a reasonably good-looking guy who looked like he might have spent as much time preening in the mirror as his girlfriend, his hair wavy and styled back with what looked like a planned amount of stubble on his face. I'd already heard plenty of negative things about Chris secondhand from the other models at the last Riviera shoot; he didn't take long to start rubbing me the wrong way. I listened disinterestedly as he talked about his supposed bigwig position with the Chargers in LA.

Football wasn't really my thing; I liked watching games, but I didn't care enough to follow it, having grown up watching more hockey and baseball than football. So, while he spent a chunk of dinner sharing boring anecdotes that were more name-drop opportunities than actual stories, I simply nodded politely and took every opportunity offered to talk to anyone else. His inability to read the room seemed to be grating on Juanita as well; the gorgeous Latina looked mildly uncomfortable, especially when he interrupted her a couple of times to talk over her.

"And so anyway, I picked up the PrettyBirdy contract the next day," Sophia was saying from next to Juanita, talking to Anna and Vanessa, who were sitting next to her sister on the other side.

"I love their Instagram page; they always have the sluttiest lingerie," Chris was saying. I glanced at Juanita, who looked like she was deliberately ignoring it. I wondered how such a gorgeous, funny, and charismatic woman ended up with such a boorish individual, but I suppose the heart wants what the heart wants, right? "I bought Juanita a set I saw Anissa Wright wearing, great stuff," he said. No one acknowledged him. I didn't know who that was, but I couldn't imagine buying lingerie for Anna because I saw a specific model wearing it, let alone admitting I wanted her to look like a specific model I saw online.

"Is that a big contract?" I asked Sophia, more interested in their actual jobs than anything. Despite having been with Anna for more than half a year, I still found myself fascinated by her whole world.

"It's not Riviera, but it's growing. It's good pay, since they can't really give me that much exposure; they had to meet my quote," Sophia explained. "I don't think Anissa works for them anymore," she added, unfortunately acknowledging Chris.

"Yeah, I still follow her socials. I keep trying to get Juanita to shoot content with her, but she hasn't reached out for some reason," he said, sounding mildly annoyed. Prick. Good for you, Juanita, I thought. "Her tits would really help boost our content," Chris added, to eyerolls and sighs from the models around us. The guy was almost cartoonishly offensive.

Anna started a new conversation about a makeup line Vanessa had signed with, and it was obviously to exclude Chris from their conversation, which unfortunately left me to entertain him as I knew nothing about makeup -- I was still pretty sure 'toner' was a made-up thing. Anna squeezed my leg under the table gratefully as the servers chose that moment to come by with dessert menus.

"So, what do you do, Charlie?" Chris asked.

"I'm the GM of a hotel in Orlando," I replied, glancing at the menu.

"Oh, like some kind of boutique hotel or something, that's cool," he replied. Anna squeezed my thigh again.

"No, actually, it's an Obsidian property, one of the largest hotels in Florida," I replied.

"No way, who'd you con into handing that over to someone our age?" he asked, laughing. Another squeeze.

"Nobody, I worked hard and impressed management," I replied, annoyed but trying to be gracious about it. Our server, a lovely young woman named Hannah, was already taking orders; the menu only had three items on it tonight, so it's not like it took much time to choose. "Thanks, I'll have the crème brulé," I said to her as she got to me, then handed her my menu.

Chris offered her his menu, shaking his head. "Nothing," he said gruffly. "You don't get a body like this eating dessert, am I right, Charlie?" he asked with a smirk, flexing for mine or Hannah's or whoever's benefit. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Juanita ordered a cheesecake, and he looked over at her disapprovingly. "You sure, babe?" he asked Juanita. I glanced to my left and saw Anna's eyes aflame, but Juanita just quietly brushed him off.

The rest of dinner went much the same way, until I had ordered a glass of bourbon to cope with him. I took solace in the fact that I was running pretty successful interference for Anna, Juanita, and their friends, and that I had succeeded in not being wildly condescending to Chris, which was a major win, in my opinion. Chris led Juanita away as soon as it was polite enough to do so, saying something about hitting the casino, since it had opened now that the ship had left port and was in international waters.

Juanita's cheesecake was left barely touched.

I slumped down in my chair and blew out a sigh before sipping my drink, which earned a laugh from Anna and the other nearby models.

"He's really annoying, and kind of a pig," Sophia announced bluntly. I grinned.

"I could have hit him," I said, pretending to sigh with regret. "He was right there; I could have done it. Managed not to, and still kept him from bothering you all," I quipped. Anna giggled.

"Charlie, you're my hero," she said, kissing me on the cheek.

***

"And when he finally left, I could see the relief on Charlie's face," Anna giggled an hour later, relaying our dinner experience to Derek and Hailey, who'd been at the other end of the table and now sat across from us in a hot tub on the pool deck. Michaela and Sophia rounded out the remaining bathers.

"Yeah, we met him this afternoon; they hung out with us at the bar in Central Park after lunch. I think Derek wanted to just up and leave, too, Charlie," Hailey said in her Australian accent, putting her arm around her boyfriend and smiling. Hailey Cameron was a dirty blonde with an athletic physique -- smaller breasts, toned abs and thighs, and a rounded butt. She might have been the most classically beautiful of the group, besides Anna; she had the sort of smile that could enthrall a man if used properly, and it was always framed by glossy, pale pink lipstick.

"He kind of sucks," Sophia added. She seemed eager to make her distaste for Chris clear, and I completely understood.

"I've heard Juanita talk about him," Michaela reminded us, "and he most definitely sucks. I hate that she's dating him, but her choice, not mine, unfortunately. He reminds me of one of my exes. The worst one," she said, eyeing Anna and me -- we'd heard her stories about her abusive ex before.

"Maybe we can just avoid him as much as possible," Anna mused out loud.

"Easier for you, ladies," Derek said. He gave off surfer vibes; we'd met at the last shoot and gotten along well. "He's a WAG like us; he'll be around," he added, indicating himself and me using a thumb-and-pinky gesture. I smiled at his joke.

"WAG?" Sophia asked.

"Wives and girlfriends; it's a sports term for the players' partners who sit together at games, usually. Applies here if not for the gender confusion," I explained. She nodded while Anna, Hailey, and Michaela giggled.

"You think Wren will tolerate him?" Anna asked. I snorted.

"Doubt it," I replied. "Should we wrap it up? What time is it? Are we supposed to be at Daisy's soon?"

"Oh, yeah, probably," Hailey said, leaning back to look for a clock on the wall. Michaela just stood and bent over the side of the hot tub to pick up her phone for the time, and I looked away to avoid staring at her perfect butt in the red thong she was wearing; my eyes met Derek's, which appeared to be doing the same thing, and we nodded in understanding.

"Yep, time to go," Michaela said, checking her phone and stepping up out of the tub. We all stood and followed her out.

***

Derek and Hailey headed off to their room first; Sophia broke off next. Michaela walked with us to the next set of elevators. She'd seemed hesitant about something, glancing at us without speaking while the others were with us.

"So, obviously not tonight, but I was thinking..." she began once the three of us were alone.

"Is this about what I think it's about?" Anna asked her teasingly. Michaela nodded. I just looked between them, bemused.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, after St. Thomas, I've sort of had this curiosity brewing. And then you and Anna went and turned down a visit in September, and I was going to say something then..."

"Spit it out," Anna said, amused.

"I was sort of thinking maybe you could put it in my butt on this trip?" Michaela asked, showing a rare blush. I raised an eyebrow. "What? Anna put it in my head, and as much as I'd have liked it to, it wouldn't go away," she complained. I looked at my fiancée after making sure we were alone in the hallway.

"I'm down. In fact, I encourage it. She could use a good reaming," Anna deadpanned. Michaela looked at me. She'd been hesitant before, but she'd enjoyed a little bit of play of that nature with us last time.

"If that's what you want," I shrugged, "it would be my pleasure."

"And my pain, most likely, but I've been thinking about it for months. I want it," Michaela said.

"Aren't we shooting tomorrow? Maybe after that?" I asked Anna.

"We'll have to split the day; we're working in the afternoon, but that works," she said. "Lucky boy," she added, eyes twinkling.

"I'm really not sure I'm going to survive this cruise," I responded.

***

"Hey! Thanks for coming!" Daisy said, opening her door and welcoming us into her room. It was an impressive suite, with a sitting area that had a couch and a coffee table with two extra chairs, and a small kitchenette that Daisy had set up as a bar, with a couple of bottles of clear liquor and some seltzers.

"Where'd you get the booze?" I asked, having read that we couldn't bring our own on the ship. Daisy laughed.

"From the very overpriced room service options," the redhead chuckled, "but I talked Christa into making this a Riviera-sanctioned event and comping it -- she'll probably have just gotten Nocturne to send it over for free; you know how happy they are to have a bunch of hot models posting stuff about the ship to the gram." I suppose that shouldn't surprise me, I realized.

Anna left me chatting with Daisy for a bit about her law school experience, while she wandered over to the couch, where Natalie and her partner Wren were sitting. Natalie Roberts was a gorgeous woman, currently dressed in pajama pants and a baggy brown hoodie, her golden hair in a bun on top of her head. Wren, her non-binary partner, had short hair that they spiked up and currently had colored scarlet tips, and wore sweatpants and a T-shirt under a denim jacket -- not exactly pajamas, but nobody seemed to mind.

Michaela had beaten us here and was on one of the chairs. Tay had taken the other, and Kanya was sitting on the floor in front of her, on a decorative pillow, using the front of Tay's chair as a backrest.

Hailey and Derek arrived just after us, and I joined Anna to let Daisy continue playing the role of host. Sophia arrived shortly after, and before the door was even shut, Vanessa followed. By my count, only Juanita and Chris were missing. Daisy started pouring drinks, and I stood to help her, carrying what appeared to be vodka tonics with limes to the models present.

"Sorry I didn't get anything besides the low-calorie stuff," Daisy apologized to me when I'd passed out enough and came back to grab one for myself.

"Please, I live with a model; vodka tonics are growing on me," I said. Daisy smiled.

"Should have guessed," she said, before turning and shouting to the room at large. "Alright, so, no shoot tomorrow, but we do have to host a pool party, so try not to get too drunk, alright, girls?" she asked.

"No problem, Mom," Vanessa shouted back, to laughter from the group.

"That's Mommy to you," Daisy said back flirtatiously, to more laughter, and Vanessa grinned. "Who wants to play some charades?"

***

"How is that not a tiger? I literally got on all fours and made claws, and your first guess was stripper?" Wren laughed, while Natalie giggled at her own miss.

"Our turn," Anna said. She took the phone that we were using for prompts and hit the button in the app, hiding the screen from me, Daisy, Vanessa, and Sophia. She giggled when it gave her the prompt, and then stood in front of us for a moment thoughtfully, before dropping to the ground.

The category was Animals and Nature this round, and she lay down and put her arms and legs out wide, froze, then pulled them back in and put them back out at a different angle to the first time and froze again. Nobody said anything. She watched us for a second and then repeated her double stretch motion.

"Roots?" guessed Sophia. Anna shook her head.

"Um, a bug? Some kind of bug," Vanessa said. Another shake. Anna looked at me and repeated the motion, this time wiggling her arms a bit.

"Worms?" Another shake, and then Anna stood and thought for a second, then put her hands together with her fingers pointed down.

"Jellyfish!" Daisy shouted. Anna shook her head, but then nodded and gave us a 'little bit' gesture with her fingers. "Octopus!" Daisy tried again. Anna nodded and laughed.

"I tried doing eight legs on the ground," she giggled. "This was easier." Just then, seemingly every phone in the room buzzed; all the girls checked their screens while Derek, Wren, and I looked around.

"It's Juanita," Tay grumbled. "She's not coming," she added.

"Chris wanted to go to the club instead. She's sorry," Kanya said, sighing and rolling her eyes. Nobody said anything else, though the looks they were throwing at each other seemed to say "Fuck Chris" in a way that would have transcended any language barriers in the world.

***

An hour or so later, we were all sitting in a circle, and the conversation had gotten decidedly more adult than a game of charades, due to a switch to Never Have I Ever pushed by Kanya and Tay. I was learning more than I'd needed to know about the sex lives of a group of models and OnlyFans stars, and fortunately or unfortunately, I was being spared a lot of drinks. It was currently Sophia's turn.

"Never have I ever had a threesome," the Italian model said, pointedly looking in our direction. I smirked and took a drink, then looked around the room and noticed that the only person besides Sophia who wasn't taking a drink was Wren. Wild group, I was quickly confirming.

"Zero interest, obviously," Wren, who was openly asexual, said. "This game is too easy for me," they chuckled.

"Is it?" their partner, Natalie, said with a raised eyebrow as the game turned to her. "My turn. Never have I ever gotten high on mushrooms, decided to give sex with a guy a chance 'just to see,' asked my girlfriend for permission, and then walked out of the room shaking my head and repeating the word 'nope' ad nauseam, leaving the lead singer of my favorite band in his dressing room with blue balls after deciding halfway through that I wasn't interested," she said innocently. Wren watched her, more amused than anything, and then chuckled and took a drink when she finished, while the room laughed.

"Never have I ever vomited on a guy's dick," they shot back at Natalie, who rolled her eyes and drank while raucous laughter filled the room. I glanced around in time to see Hailey taking a drink and caught her eye; she grinned sheepishly as everybody else started to notice.

"I was really drunk and really wanted to have sex that I was too drunk to have, alright?" she giggled.

"And it washed off pretty easily, no harm, no foul," Derek quipped. More laughs from the rowdy models. That meant it was my turn.

"Never have I ever... made money having sex," I said, winking at the group. Sophia and Wren didn't drink, and neither did Vanessa. Even Derek shrugged and took a sip, while Hailey giggled at him.

"Bullshit, we posted a handjob video last week, and it's cleaning up," Anna half-shouted in my direction. "That counts. Finish your drink," she declared.

"Well, yeah, but *I* didn't get paid for it," I laughed.

"You're going to be," Anna said accusingly. "When OnlyFans pays me out this week," she added, hesitatingly.

"That's what I said; I've never been paid," I teased, while the rest of the girls laughed at Anna's realization. She playfully shoved me in the arm and took a sip of her drink.

"Never have I ever exploited a technicality to get my girlfriend to drink," she replied with a wink. I drank and laughed. Our eyes shifted to Daisy.

"Never have I ever been in an orgy," Daisy said, looking around the group.

"Define orgy," Vanessa said. Anna looked at her sister with raised eyebrows, while Vanessa pointedly did not look at her.

"Um... more than a threesome or two couples," Daisy said after thinking about it. Vanessa looked relieved and shook her head. Kanya theatrically took a swig from her cup and grinned.

"Missing out," she said with a shrug. Daisy looked around the room thoughtfully.

"We're not having an orgy tonight, Daze," V said teasingly. "She brought this up in St. Thomas, too," V added to the room at large, rolling her eyes, to a bunch of laughs.

"What? That bus ride was hot," Daisy said. No one in the group bothered to dispute that. "Your turn, Ness," Daisy added.

"Never have I ever fucked anybody with either my own dick or a strap-on," Vanessa said, and winked in my direction. I chuckled and drank, watching around the room, where I was joined by Derek, obviously, as well as Wren, which also wasn't super surprising; they'd joked about performing spousal duties with Natalie plenty of times. Among the models, I watched sips from Hailey, Tay, Daisy, and Anna.

Now it was my turn to look at Anna with raised eyebrows. She giggled.

"What? You knew I'd been with women before we met. Be a good boy, and I'll tell you about it later," my fiancée said, smiling at me, though there was a hint of vulnerability in her expression, like she was afraid of my judgment or jealousy. She needn't have been.

"I look forward to it," I said back, with a wink. Meanwhile, the group had turned to Hailey.

"What? We shot a video for OnlyFans where Derek and I tag-teamed a friend of mine," she said with a giggle.

"Hers was bigger than mine," Derek laughed, thumbing in Hailey's direction. "And way more purple." Everyone laughed, but Kanya laughed so hard she fell on her side off of her pillow.

"I always thought strap-on videos are kind of funny," Wren said. "Mainly the part where the bottom is sucking on the fake dick. I know it probably looks hot, but literally no one is getting anything out of that," they laughed. I nodded in agreement at this newfound insight. "Oh, and all those fake noises."

"Guys love those noises," Natalie laughed.

"Yup," Kanya said, having recovered. "Give 'em one of these," she said, then mimed double-fisting a dick and bobbing on it while making loud glucking noises, "and you own them from that point on." My dick stirred a little at that display.

"Don't forget the double twist," Daisy said, repeating the gesture and moving her hands independently and twisting in opposite directions on her invisible lover's cock. I chuckled when I watched Sophia quietly mimic the move while Wren asked, "What, like an Indian burn?" she asked, recalling the arm-twisting move from our childhood.

"No, babe, there's lube or spit, obviously," Natalie chuckled next to her.

"Alright, stop getting the boys hard; you're all writing checks I'm too tired to cash tonight," Hailey laughed, her hand on Derek's shorts. The group roared with laughter, and Derek made a loud, over-the-top, disappointed "aww" sound for more laughs. "Come on, if we leave now, I'll at least give you something," she said sweetly to Derek, and the two stood. "Thanks for having us, Daisy; this was fun."

"Anytime. The balcony is great during the day, by the way, so if anybody wants to shoot some photosets here, it is, and I am, available for collabs," Daisy replied. "Shame you're leaving now; I almost got that orgy," the gorgeous, freckled redhead said jokingly, though her eyes lingered on me for a second. I pointedly looked away. This was only day one of the vacation with these women.

***

We trickled out over the next ten minutes, and when Anna and I headed out, I put my arm around her. The hallway was empty -- it was probably around 11, and nobody in our group wanted to stay up too late since tomorrow was a workday for the Riviera Girls.

"So, was I a good boy?" I asked teasingly. Anna smirked.

"Why, you been picturing it?" she asked with a sly look.

"Literally nonstop," I deadpanned, and she laughed.

"Good. And with the way those sluts are acting, you leaving with me and only me is exceptionally good behavior," she laughed.

"I only need you," I said.

"Me, and the visual of me fucking a hot babe with a fake dick?" my fiancée responded, smirking in my direction.

"I'm a man; we're simple creatures," I replied, to more of her melodic laughter.

"Well, Charlie, remember when I told you about Joey? The girl who stripped her way through college?" I nodded that I did. "Well, she was the second girl I hooked up with, and the first more than once, and we were experimenting -- young people in college, you know? We got one and tried it out on each other a few times," Anna said with a coy grin, watching me for a reaction as we walked.

"Sounds hot," I said, grinning back at her.

"You have no idea. Joey one hundred percent made her stripper money with her butt; you should have seen what she looked like getting it from behind," Anna teased. My dick jumped a bit, and Anna's hand was already there to notice. "She jiggled all over the place while I fucked her with my big blue cock," Anna whispered in my ear as we rounded the corner.

"You're such a tease," I chuckled.

"No, it would be a tease if I left you hanging," she said before grinning and adding, "or, rather, standing." She squeezed my cock through my shorts, but quickly let go as a guy stepped out of his room a few doors in front of us. "And I have no intention of doing that," she said confidently and at normal volume, as though we were having a perfectly acceptable public conversation.

"So you switched off?" I asked once we were out of earshot, perfectly happy to listen to Anna reminisce about a hot encounter that happened years before we met. I'd seen her hook up with women before, and there was no jealousy.

"Oh, yeah. And she was good. Honestly, possibly the best I've had other than you," Anna said. "She was in great shape from stripping, moved her hips like a machine," she continued. "She loved when I squeezed her tits while she fucked me," my fiancée said devilishly, reaching back down to feel what was now a steel rod in my pants. "Wow, this is really working for you," she teased as we approached our door. "Did I get you all hot and bothered?"

I just laughed and shook my head in disbelief. Anna smiled.

"Good. You can take it out on my pussy as soon as we're inside," she whispered seductively. My card unlocked the door, and I held it open for Anna, who stepped over to the bed, promptly bent over, and slowly slid her pajama bottoms down over her toned, rounded ass. "Go ahead, Charlie. Strap-ons and lesbian hookups are hot, but I want the real thing from my future husband, right now. Stick it in me," she demanded, sliding the black thong underwear she had on to the side.

I didn't even bother dropping my shorts, pulling down the waistband and stepping up behind Anna. My cockhead probed her slit, feeling her soft, wet lips part for me slowly. She looked back at me with flames in her eyes.

"Fuck me," she said forcefully. I pushed in hard, sliding into her slick tunnel, and started to thrust my hips. Once I got a rhythm going, and Anna was moaning on each successive invasion of her pussy, she gasped out another demand. "Harder."

I kept going, my shaft disappearing into her repeatedly while she whimpered underneath me. Both of us were pretty worked up from the sexually charged evening. Eventually she couldn't even hold herself up, choosing to collapse onto the bed and letting the force of my pounding hips and my grip on her narrow waist hold her against the side of the mattress while her legs slumped.

"You are the sexiest woman alive, and I love you," I managed to say, though parts of it probably sounded like grunts.

"I love you, I love your fucking cock, and I, fuck, I want your cum, right there, so close," she moaned. I fucked her as hard as I ever had, and she quivered in front of me while she reached under herself to rub her clit. "So close, cum inside me, Charlie," she demanded.

"You can, ngh, you can have it as soon as you cum for me," I said back. Anna looked back at me, her mouth frozen open and her eyes locked on mine, and I pounded into her twice more before she dropped back to the bed and moaned my name while her body spasmed with release. Two more strokes after that, and I let go, flooding her warm pussy with everything I had in me. "Fuck," I grunted as her body seemingly ripped my orgasm from me.

***

"So, you like hearing about me with other girls, huh?" Anna teased as we cuddled under the blankets, our pajamas discarded and the lights turned off.

"I've literally enjoyed watching you with other girls. Of course, it's hot," I replied.

"You're not jealous?" she asked, looking a bit nervous again.

"Anna, why would I be? It was long before we met," I replied.

"Well, some guys would be. I was planning on reaching out to Joey soon anyway; we still keep in touch as friends. Maybe I'll ask if she wants to join us sometime, for old times' sake," she teased.

"If not, Angela's bragged about knowing how to use one. Maybe you and her could tag-team Emily," I suggested boldly, thinking about our friends back home.

"Oooh, you dirty boy," Anna laughed. "Is that a new fantasy, or an old one?" she asked.

"I plead the fifth," I said back with a grin.

"That's not a bad idea, though. I'll text them about shooting a scene together soon," Anna whispered in her sexiest voice. "In the meantime, I don't think you're going to have to wait to have some fantasies fulfilled, my sexy Prince Charming," she said. "We've got a week on this ship, and those girls were practically feral tonight, already. Hell, Michaela already asked you for anal."

"We're not pushing anything, though, right? Just seeing what happens?" I asked.

"Oh, we're going to see what happens, alright," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Sweet dreams, Charlie. I love you so much," she whispered and snuggled up to me as the ship rocked gently through the waves.

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