Pepper & The Boat Show

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Pepper & The Boat Show

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It's been a mad rush the past couple of weeks getting everything pulled together for the annual Jacksonville boat show. Most of December was uncharacteristically cold, which hampered a bunch of in-water activity preparing Thing 2 for display on the main floor of the convention center.

Mike is adamant about displaying the boat on secure stands and not the trailer, with steps up to the aft deck to allow convention goers to inspect the display, and, most importantly...

... visit with Pepper. She's a show-stopper. Beautiful.

Mike and Elizabeth had their doubts the Dalmatian puppy would be grown enough for the show, but her fine breeding and intelligence is already evident. Fully house-, boat-, and office-broken, and very, very affable with strangers, it was decided she could be part of the display for three afternoon hours on Saturday. A slip near the convention center was arranged, and Gemma volunteered to ferry Pepper to and from the house, piloting Thing 1. The plan is for Jamie to stay home with the dog on Sunday.

Dinnertime for the troupe seems to be when show details are ironed-out after a day of dealing with suppliers, hardware preparation, and show inquiries at the office. Tonight's topic is the corporate reception suite at the nearby Marriott. The Boat Girls company has had such a suite the previous three years at this show.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Mikey," Jamie inquires, "we've talked about it, but are you sure you don't want me and Gemma at our reception Friday night?"

"Positive. Just Shay, Liz, and Jess. Didn't we discuss why?"

"You and Shay were dancing around some issue besides somebody staying home with the dog. It sounded like a sexual situation, which didn't make a lot of sense to me. At a corporate reception?"

Lizzie, Shay, and Jessica are looking away rolling their eyes in avoidance.

"Okay, you guys!" Jamie protests. "What are you not telling me!"

I intercept. "James? You know that special run of T-shirts we had you do for the reception invitees?"

"With the three of you posing in the logo just like in the normal bikini image, but naked?"

"Guess."

"Uh. No. Really?"

"Really. It started with just Shay three years ago, but Liz and Jess insisted after that 'cause Shay was having all the fun."

"Gawd, Mikey. Given Shay's idea of fun?"

"You got it."

"What I get is the three of you hobnobbing with our vendors naked. Okay. Lemme take that one step further. It's a two-bedroom corporate suite, isn't it?"

Again, the girls are avoiding eye contact.

"Uh huh," I answer.

"Shit! You guys are fucking our vendors at this show!"

"Some. Just those who request. Shay has a couple of favorites. So does Liz."

"So. Michael. What about you?"

"I get mine."

Lizzie 'fesses-up. "Jamie, we all have our own fun. Mikey disappears a couple of suites down the hall during the party to socialize with one of the big-name boat makers who similarly entertain with their bikini models. It's a thing."

"It is," Shay confirms. "For us it's the flip side of being our own show models."

Jess muses, "So much of personal boating is about sex. You know that. Out on the water, anything goes. Some companies in the biz tend to live that."

"Dark secret," I say. "Been going on for ages. Gemma? You've been awfully quiet, sweetheart."

"Mikey? I wanna play, too. Parading around naked in a room full of horny guys? You know how I feel about that!"

"You know we'll have to protect you because you're so petite. They'll..."

"Call me 'a spinner'. I know. And I know you don't like it when guys do that."

"I think they are diminishing you as a person, sweetie. But we've talked about it. Jamie? Now that you really know, what say you?"

"I'm torn, Mike. This is so much like the old days with us. I'd like to revisit that time, but we're a lot more serious now."

"Yeah. I have to confess that I knew you were messing around at this boat show when you had your own booth. You were fucking your way into commissions. So how is what we're doing so different?"

"It's the scale, Mikey. I was a freelancer prostituting myself into gig jobs. It was just me and my wits as an artist. The Boat Girls is mainstream. I didn't realize the sex shit was that big in the trade."

"Well you know different now. What do you want to do?"

"Let Gemma go to the party. We'll talk about it after the show. It all sounds like a bunch of sexy fun, and I'll have my showoff side satisfied on the floor with the boat. Oh. That swimsuit you got me? Holy shit."

I chuckle and grin real big, "Told you."

"You did."

"You look absolutely amazing in it. Right, ladies?"

Liz laughs. "Oh, yeah. She's going to have to defend herself against the come-ons from both sides, you know."

"Pepper will be jealous."

We all laugh, enough to roust Pep from off the sofa to sniff around checking if anybody dropped something off the table. Sorry, puppy, no luck this time. We know better.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"UPS almost beat me into the office, guys," Ernestine greets us. "You have some big boxes from a Peerless Graphics in Brunswick. I had him drop 'em in the hallway."

"Gosh! Already here!" Jamie exclaims. "Told you Jason was a good guy to know, Mikey!"

"You did. Thank you, Ernestine. That works. Alright, everyone. You know our mission this morning. As soon as somebody discovers the box of the special silkscreen run, I need to lock it in my office. I want nobody to see them until the reception!"

"Aww," Jess complains. "But it's us!"

"Oh, I know. Once discovered, they will tend to walk. Trust me on that. All of us need to be really careful with the box cutters. Don't want to slash anything inside."

Shay announces, "I'm going to put Pepper in her crate while we do this. She'll want to investigate. Pepper! Box!"

The puppy has already learned what that means, and even noses the door open to lie down on her bed. The training treats are on the shelf above, and she is rewarded.

It's not but a few minutes later Jess announces, "Found 'em!"

I dash to her office to confiscate the box.

"Geez, Mikey!"

"I'm serious. These are future collectors' items. But all of you come into my office and we'll take a look."

I spread the first shirt from the box out on my desk.

Jamie leans over the desk. "Mikey? He really held the detail. I'm surprised."

"You said you relied on him for stuff like this. Why are you surprised?"

"My thought was I was really pushing the limits of his process. You saw the original art."

"Yeah. You made me laugh with the effort you put into the subtle pussy details. Gawd. You can even make out Shay's clit nub on the shirt here."

Cheyenne runs into my office and pushes Jamie and me aside.

"Lemme see lemme see! He's right! Were you horny or something when you drew me?"

"Geezus, sister! You obviously forgot the half-hour I spent between your legs that morning after our shower! And in the shower!"

"Oh. Didn't realize that was your project for the day."

"Well it was. Mikey? I was disappointed you declined, you know."

"What? I didn't want what my stuff looks like broadcast to the world like this."

"But Liz's, Shay's, and Jessica's tits and pussies are are okay, huh?"

"You know perfectly well why!"

Shay and Jess snicker at my defensiveness.

"Yeah. I do. Doesn't make it right, though.

"It's just the way it is, Jamie. You said it yourself. Sex sells, and the advertising embodiment of 'sex' is naked women. When are we expecting to get the swag totes?"

"They're not in this shipment? Jason said everything was done."

"And they have our regular logo on 'em, right?

"Supposed to."

Jess has just returned to her office. "Must be this last unopened box. Lemme look. Oh, shit. Guys, you're not gonna like this."

Jamie sighs, "What happened?"

"The nudie logo."

"Shit," I grumble. "Shit piss fuck dookie! Spoils the whole surprise."

The girls chuckle at me, but they know the problems this could cause.

Shay asks, "What do you want to do? We surely don't want those walking around the show during public hours. The T-shirts will be bad enough."

"Considering who gets the T-shirts, everybody on the invitee list is going to be dressed in their own identities. But the totes will escape. We scandalize that show badly enough with your bikinis."

"Talk to Liz?" Jamie suggests.

"Won't see her until tonight. Can we wait a day before you call Jason about a re-run? I know we're pressing it already."

"A hundred would be doable, provided he has enough blanks on-hand."

"What if he doesn't?"

Jessica bursts into giggles. I'm surprised!

"Girlfriend! You don't giggle! That's Gemma's schtick. Whatever's on your mind, it has to be good!"

"I dunno. I do have a funny thought. Jamie? How's your guy with overprinting something already produced?"

"Does it all the time. Especially multi-event items where there's a base graphic and dates and locations change."

"Good. How about this. We send them back and have him overprint little black bars over our sexy bits. Like 1950s detective magazines!"

I glare at her and break into laughter. "Ohgawd. Brilliant. That we want out on the show floor! Talk about... what do they call it... 'buzz' or something like that? Uh. How come you know about that?"

"Todd. He has a hobby in collecting and trading that antique trash. They sure had taste for mud back then."

"It was the times, I guess. Jamie?"

"Great idea. Yeah, that'll get 'em talkin'. I'll ask Jason about an additional run of mistakes -- will another hundred do? -- with the censored bars overprint so we have a handful for the public show."

"Super solution, James. Get 'im on the phone and set it up. What a way to make lemonade! I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

"He will. Thanks, Jess. I'll get them over to UPS for overnight. Oh, hell. Do I have the time, Mikey?"

"You mean drive up to his place yourself and save a day?"

"Yeah."

"Do it. We'll wait for you if we have to before going home."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It's dark already, and Shay, Jess, Gemma, and I are more or less killing time in our offices fiddling with show prep waiting for Jamie's return from the print shop in Brunswick. I'm kinda curious about why she was gone for so long, but she's definitely somebody who's motivated and gets things done. So I'm confident the time was well spent.

I hear the door annunciator bell tinkle. Ernestine finished her day an hour ago, so that has to be Jamie.

A plaintive shout from the door summons, "Could use a little help here!"

Her hands are barely balancing a big box she's pushing through the door, which I try to catch as she starts to drop it. Not too heavy, just awkward.

"Two more in the back of my truck," she advises. Jess and Shay push past us to retrieve them.

"Uh, Jamie? There's obviously a story here!" I chuckle.

"Ohgawd, Mikey. Yeah. Jason was mortified when I brought in the box of totes. I sort of understand him about that, he's a stickler. Once I could get him to stop apologizing for the error, I was able to tell him about our solution. He almost couldn't stop laughing."

"But you left with one box, and brought back three!"

"He insisted! He broke into what his people had going on the line, we worked together on the overprint art, and he doubled our add-on for the same price. He was bound and determined to make it right for us and send me home with the completed run of three hundred!"

"You help with production?"

"Didn't need to. His small army... ohgawd, Mikey, his operation is so slick."

"So you sat around waiting?"

She turns to hide her face a little. "Not exactly," she kinda mumbles.

"Lemme guess. I smell a 'Boat Girls' element to this story. I'm thinking you and Jason went out to lunch."

"We did."

"And..."

"I'm not going to kiss and tell, if that's what you're fishing for."

"But you are going to fuck and tell. You are a Boat Girl, after all."

"Mikey! Damn you!" she laughs. Shay, Jess, and Gemma are cracking up.

"Jamie? You forgot Shay and I know Jason was one of your side guys back when you were living with us. Still at that hotel across the street from his place?"

"Same hotel, but he moved his printing plant to a larger location in the industrial park. We drove."

"So no more walk of shame crossing the highway back to his office, huh? You told us his people were giving him a rough time about it."

"No. Thank goodness. I did get a couple of knowing smirks from two guys I recognized from back then."

"Hmm. He still single?"

"Has a girlfriend. Didn't dwell on any of that. We were catching up on the craziness we shared."

"Not today during daylight, I hope!"

"Gawd. I told you guys about that?"

Shay chuckles and breaks in, "You did! Fucking outside on the hotel room balcony!"

Gem and Jess are muffling laughs.

"We did reminisce about it. Just the recollection was insanely hawt. So he got up from the bed and pulled the drapes open, offering a redux. I first thought he was kidding, but his cock was awfully hard and he was bobbing it."

"Okay, girlie. Keep going. What floor were you on today?"

"7th."

I roll my eyes. The rest of this story is telling itself.

Party pooper I can be sometimes, "Okay, guys. Let's go home. Lizzie's undoubtedly waiting dinner for us. Pepper! Pepper! Come!"

Big puppy feet can be heard running down the hallway. Jess intercepts and snaps the leash on her collar. Now we can leave for the house.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My turn to pilot Sexy Shay for our commute this evening. I pick-up the radio mic to call the harbormaster.

"Sexy Shay to St. Marys Harbor."

"St. Marys Harbor. 'Bout time, Mike. You guys heading home?"

"Sure are, Chuck. Anything we should know since this morning?"

"That storm moved in a little faster than expected. Ferry's already docked for the night, so you're clear in the channels. No incoming traffic. Expect rough water on your side of the island."

"Criminy. I'd better let Jess drive."

"I would. Be careful and be safe. Talk to you tomorrow. St. Marys Harbor out."

"Thank you. Take care. Sexy Shay out and clear."

I hang-up the mic.

"I heard that," Jessica announces. "No problem, Mikey. Take it now?"

"No. You guys enjoy your girl time. I suspect y'all want to hear more about Jamie's friend. I should be good until open water."

"Thanks, sweetheart. Just let me know. Why don't you call Liz? She should have the radio on."

"Good idea."

I retrieve the mic and press the calling code for our pager at the house.

"Sexy Shay to McMaster Station. Sexy Shay to McMaster Station."

I need to give Lizzie a minute or two to make it to the kitchen. Oh. There she is.

"McMaster Station. Channel 8, Sexy Shay."

"Channel 8."

I spin the dial.

"You there, Mikey?"

"I'm here. Chuck said the water was going to be rough."

"It wasn't too bad when I came home. But yeah, it looks a little choppy at the moment. Not raining, though."

"I have the wheel. I'm going to let Jess take it for the approach."

"Good idea. You prepared for dog vomit? She hasn't done rough seas until now."

"Doggy mess kit is in the deck box. I'll make sure Pepper is secure before we make the turn."

"Okay. Good luck. McMaster Station out."

"Sexy Shay out and changing to 16."

I put the microphone back on its hook and turn my attentions to the wheel and throttle, backing us out of our slip.

Shay has stepped into the cockpit and is draping herself on my left shoulder. "You're concerned. I can hear it in your voice."

"I am. Life jackets are in the deck box where they belong, I hope."

"They are. I checked last night after hearing the forecast to be extra sure."

"I expect Jamie is filling you guys in about her tryst today from where we left off in the office."

"She is. After Jason opened the drapes in the room he slid open the sliding door, pulled her off the bed, and pushed her outside naked."

"I thought so. Just like they used to do. How'd she take it?"

"Reluctantly, but was in no position to push back. She admitted that was the risk of rekindling that whole thing with Jason. Then she went on raving about his curved cock and how it massages her G-spot when he bends her over the railing."

"You and the others trying to talk some sense into her? I mean, we all play hard and fast, but there are so many truly dangerous aspects to the way they get it on. She's trying too hard to reconstitute the life she had before Victor."

"Mikey? Think about taking her aside and having the talk. You know, just you and her at the club for an intimate lunch. If she feels the need to run the clock backwards, at least you and she had that sort of thing then."

"Uh... Shay... are you admitting you were jealous?"

"I guess I was. A little."

"But we were and are best friends. Forever. You should have told me. I certainly kept you informed about my dates with her."

"I know. And I was screwing a different guy every other day at the time. That didn't bother you?"

"Not really. You made it pretty clear you were a nymphomaniac that night we met. You know, when we were sitting on the beach talking things out after realizing our infinite bond. Your sexual appetite, to me, is as much you as your beautiful body and incredible mind."

"Oh, Mikey!"

Her tears and side hug tell it all.

"Sweetie, we're about where we need to batten hatches. Tell the girls to come get the vests, and I'll put Pepper in her crate and lash it down after Jess takes the helm."

"Okay."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I'm lending a hand to each of the ladies as they step onto the dock, legs a little wobbly.

"Well that was no fun," Jamie gripes while jumping across the gap.

"E-coupon ride, James. Don't get wilder than that. You are looking a little green around the gills. You spend your entire life around boats! I expected better sea legs than that."

"Yeah, lots 'n' lots of boats! All sitting still and nice and safe in their slip or docked somewhere!"

"I'm absolutely sure you've been invited to go out on the water on a nice yacht! Multiple instances! The way you like to fuck?"

"Mikey!"

"It's the truth, James," Shay snarks from the dock.

"I guess. Mikey? What's an 'E-coupon'?"

"E-coupon ride. Attractions at the original Disneyland had a graduated ticket system. The bigger, badder rides -- the roller coasters, basically -- took more expensive tickets. E-coupons were the top tier. 'E-coupon ride' became an expression about doing something fun and exciting."

"So there were 'A-coupons'? What were those for?"

"Snoozers like static displays. There was a theater with an animated mannequin of Abraham Lincoln giving a speech that took an 'A'."

"Hey, guys!" an uncharacteristically cheery Lizzie greets as she runs down the steps. "How come you're so late? Pizza's cold, but you can nuke it when you're ready. Mikey? Let Pepper out of the crate for me."

The puppy runs to Liz to be picked up and hugged. Elizabeth stepped into the role of "Dog Mom" a few weeks ago.

"You're not going to be able to pick her up like that pretty soon."

"Yeah, that's what they told me at the shop. Her daddy weighed 80 pounds, so she's probably going to be about as big. I'm going to get my dose of puppy kisses like this as long as I can. How'd she do on the water?"

"Pretty good, considering. Laid her head down and seemed to be pouting, but no motion sickness or anything. Must be used to the motion of the boat in general. Unlike Jamie!"

"Hey! Screw you, Michael! I almost upchucked!"

"You'll adapt," I snicker.

We file into the house, two stumbling as they navigate the steps. It was a pretty rough ride, but Jess's considerable skill riding the swells must have turned it all into half of what even Shay or I could manage.

An obviously frustrated Gemma exclaims, "I cannot get out of these clothes fast enough!"

"Ah. You don't like the cool weather?" I tease.

"Shit yeah. Look at these!"

I intentionally sustain a leer at her breasts, hard nipples, and adorable goosebumps.

"Mikey! You're being nasty!" Jess and Shay guffaw at me.

"What? She offered!"

Gemma, having flung off her working dress, laughs and presses her nakedness into me, fingering my chest.

"I need you to get naked, too, Mikey. I'd like us to have a nice cuddle before dinner. I need your warmth and closeness."

"Ladies?"

I don't want to exclude anybody. But we get approving nods from all.

"I'm dessert, Mikey," Lizzie informs me. "Missed you today."

"That works."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Gosh. Show weekend. Friday setup.

I'm both exhausted from the intense preparation, and energized for the show and its vibe, especially catching up with boat friends both old and new.

The drive from the office to the convention center towing Thing 2 was a breeze, and the ladies were excited, especially seeing this was the first show with all five, and our first with a boat for display. Our mascot, Pepper, came along for setup day. She's used to riding in Sally with the girls and during the drive was always in somebody's lap with paws up on the window, fascinated by the unfamiliar scenery on the drive.

We arrive at the venue to find ourselves in line for drive-in access to the main hall. Shay suggests she and the girls stay with the boat and everything to wait it out, and send me off to the registration desk inside.

Line inside, too. This is a big show.

"Hey Mike!" I hear a familiar voice approaching. I turn around.

"George! Great to see you, man!"

Time for man-hugs.

George Rosenkrans is the CEO of R-K Yachts. His company custom-builds high-end motor yachts. We've really not had much business with each other if any, but we hit it off over a beer or two back when The Boat Girls was just starting to make a name for ourselves with the Ferrari motor repowerings and support. He was interested in what I was doing with the Italian racing engines.

"You're naked, Mike."

"Huh?"

He laughs. "Rare to see you anywhere without at least one of your awesome ladies hanging on you. You're evidently doing pretty good for yourself."

"You know they're the company, George. I'm just the traffic cop. You didn't see 'em out front with the truck and boat waiting to get in?"

"That was your Suburban with the hotrod flames? I could've sworn I saw your logo on it. Sally?"

"Just like a boat, George. The girls insisted."

"So I guess that was Shay walking that adorable puppy. The truck... you gonna drop one of your racing engines in it?"

"No. They're impossible to get now. Negotiating with Italy about reviving their lightweight V6. Focusing on smaller craft these days."

"I noticed. Did I hear right? That you sunk your research boat?"

"Yeah. The 38-footer. Test rig punctured the hull during an ocean run."

"Everybody okay?"

"Yes. It was just our chief pilot aboard, and she's absolutely aces in challenging conditions. We had a launch on it as a lifeboat."

"Good for her. How are all the ladies? I saw several talking with Shay."

"The entire clan is here. We've added two since you last saw us."

He chuckles. "They going to be at your party tonight?"

"Four of 'em are. One's taking the dog back home."

"They going to be...?"

"Yes."

"Are they going to...?"

"Yes."

George pauses to "adjust" himself. I laugh.

"Your women, Michael. I dunno how you do it."

"It's our life. I love all the girls without end, and I don't try to analyze it too much. You hiring the same models this year for yours?"

"I think so. Marge told me of one change. But it wasn't Bambi. I know you like her."

Marge is George's administrative assistant.

"I do."

"I don't get that."

"Of course you've seen my ladies. Even been with a couple. Bambi has that sleek look I like, and seems to have something 'tween her ears. Easy to talk to. You like 'em overflowing their bikini tops and, frankly, a little daft. Not into that."

"Yeah, I know. To each their own. Hey, you're up. See you tonight!"

"Yep!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Registration wasn't too bad since I pre-registered two months ago and the clerk had everything in front of her. Gemma's badge had her name misspelled, so they're going to reprint and leave it at will-call for us.

I make my way out to the show floor just in time to see a small crane lowering Thing 2 onto the display stands in our display area. The girls are standing around waiting for the crew to finish. This is a union facility, so any work like this is being done by trades. This is business as usual in larger metropolitan venues.

As I approach, I overhear Shay ask the crew lead if he had a moment to check something in the boat once they get the steps in place. The gist I get is she was concerned about something not as straight as it should be, given the jostling around with the crane.

I step toward and lean into Elizabeth to quietly ask, "(She's setting him up to fuck 'er, isn't she?)"

"(Does the sun rise in the east?)"

"(They have work to do.)"

"(He unzipped and flashed the tip of his cock at her. She was leering at the anaconda down his pants leg. At least we were a little more subtle about it.)"

"(I'm paying hourly rate for this, I guess.)"

"(Guess so.)"

With the hall's floor crew having unloaded all the boxes from the back of Sally, Gemma, Jess, and Jamie are unpacking and setting up the booth displays. And chuckling and giggling, knowing what Shay is up to. They glance back to see Shay following the foreman up the boat steps.

At least the stands are stable and holding the boat perfectly still. Shay and the guy disappear into the cuddy cabin.

Lizzie hands me Pepper's leash and goes to help the others with setup.

I ask behind her, "When was Pep's last potty?"

"Roughly 45 minutes ago. She'll be fine."

"Thanks."

I find one of the director's chairs we brought and cool my jets, letting the ladies arrange our display to their satisfaction while Pepper and I watch. Jamie's the one who knows marketing and, of course, her artistic sense is making everything just so.

I hear muffled grunts and "ohgawd" from inside the boat, and the occasional soft shriek in confirmation of the gentleman's length bumping into something.

The ladies are putting the final touches on the display.

"Mikey? The stuff for tonight?" Jess asks.

"Put it back in the car and we'll run it over to the hotel. It's 3:30 and the suite should be ready for us."

"Backstock?" Jamie asks.

"Deck box on Thing 2 is empty, right? Jess?"

"It is."

"Okay. We'll wait for Shay and her new friend to finish what they're doing, and load especially the giveaways for Sunday there. We good?"

"Sounds like a plan."

I see activity in the boat. Worker guy is emerging first, tucking in his shirt in his first opportunity to stand up straight. I suppress a laugh on noticing the spreading semen spot nearly halfway down his thigh, having pushed his flaccid cock down the pants leg. He climbs down the steps avoiding eye contact, briskly stepping away to catch up with his crew.

Shay, on the other hand, pops up out of the pilot house and seeks my glance with a big, big grin, for approval of her conquest. I grin back, and point to the signage for the nearest restroom. She dashes off to clean up.

That's my Cheyenne.

The ladies are smiling, smirking, and shaking their heads at both of us. Like they can talk.

"More of that tonight, ladies. Get those boxes in the boat and we'll head out."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Our logistics are all screwed-up since the original plan had Gemma and Jamie taking the truck back home with the puppy on Friday night while Shay, Jess, Lizzie, and me hosted the reception. Then Gemma and Jamie were going to take Thing 1 and bring themselves and Pepper back for a few hours Saturday afternoon.

With Gemma also at our party and spending the night with us at the hotel, that left Jamie with the puppy at home and people out of position for show opening. Jamie is not checked-out on the boats and is really not an experienced pilot, so we're momentarily baffled. We can't keep the dog at the hotel, so we have to do something now.

What a mess.

After briefly banging our heads against this challenge, Jessica agrees to ferry Jamie and Pepper to the house and return with Sally, cutting it close for getting back to the hotel in time for the reception.

Meanwhile, Shay, Lizzie, Gemma, and I mosey to the hotel bar for a drink and decompression before taking dinner. Of course, this is delayed while each of the girls go up to our room to freshen from their hard work at our display... and change into bar clothes.

I roll my eyes at the trio as they enter the bar and land on barstools around me. Yeah, they're dressed for pickups. I put up with so fuckin' much of this.

"Dammit, Gemma. Too much too soon!"

She's got her shirred-bodice babydoll dress rolled-up to show pussy the second she takes her seat. This exhibitionist streak of hers is getting to be out of hand. I have to sigh to myself since I encouraged it.

"She did that in the elevator, Mike," Lizzie rats on her.

"She's okay I guess, as long as she sits facing the bar."

"Mikey? Let me know when one of our reception guests comes over here to say hello. I want to give 'em a preview."

"Try to keep it subtle, Gem. We don't want to get thrown out of the bar."

No sooner than said, George approaches. "Hey ya'. Surprised to see you down here this early."

"Ladies did a bang-up job of getting the display arranged. Two are on their way home to straighten-out a logistics problem."

Gemma grins and turns to my friend, legs spread.

"Uh... hello, sweetie. Uh. That's nice. Are you on tonight's buffet at your reception?"

"Uh huh! I'm Gemma!"

"You sure are! I'm George." He reflexively reaches down to unjam his erection. "What do you do at the company?"

"Escort pilot. I'm Jessica's wingman when she's out testing product."

I break in, "We taught her the ropes. Quick learner."

"Great teachers!" she giggles. "Mikey? Can I?"

"Your call, Gem. You know that."

"George? Do you have a moment?"

"For you, honey, absolutely."

"Then let's go."

She falls off the barstool, fully exposing both front and back. Uh huh. A little slow to correct the problem.

"Gemma!" I softly scold.

She covers-up... barely... giggles, and takes George's hand, leading him out to the elevators.

"Oy vey," Elizabeth moans. "This is all your fault, Michael."

She scoots over to take Gemma's seat next to me.

Shay is snickering at the situation. "Liz? She's a Boat Girl now. What did you expect?"

"I know, I know. She explicitly requested to play with us tonight. I didn't anticipate she'd be so forward with it. Anyway, she's off-leash. Told you guys she needed to wear her collar."

I quip, "Which would make things a hundred times worse!"

"Well of course!" Liz snickers.

Another gentleman I know steps up and takes the stool next to Shay. "Hey, Mike! Ladies!"

"Hi, Rudy! You going to visit us tonight?"

"Are you kidding? Absolutely. Right, Shay?"

"You'd better be. You going to share that thing of yours with my sisters?"

"We'll see. You know how to work it maybe a little too well."

I'm rolling my eyes again. Liz elbows me in the ribs, stifling a laugh.

"Hey, Rude." Liz is still sort of laughing. "You know I'm the only one of us who can take it all the way."

"Elizabeth? You are amazing. Since you're one of those kind of experts, is what we're doing legal?"

She again laughs. "Absolutely not! If you want to get down to the letter of the law, we're all prostitutes and Mikey here is our pimp. You'd be arrested as a soliciting john."

Rudy laughs. "You sure know how to pick 'em, Mike. Rumor has it you sunk your test boat."

"Yeah. While evaluating an add-on hydrofoil rig. From Jess's incident report we think a bow strut broke and punctured the hull. It was about 15 miles offshore. Too deep to recover for the autopsy."

"Break apart? Everybody okay? And you lost that fancy motor."

"Unfortunately, and I can't get 'em any more. Yeah, it went down in pieces. Jessica was the only one on board. She released the launch before it went down. Really had her wits about her and radioed her coordinates just before losing power."

"Going to see her tonight? She's a pistol. Incredibly talented pilot, too."

"Yep. And I agree with both."

He stands up off the barstool. "I was just passing through and saw you guys in the bar. See everybody at your party!"

"Good deal!"

Rudy leans into Shay for a kiss and boob squeeze. She reaches back to stroke his cock through his pants. He steps away with an awkward walk.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Another round later, Gemma appears at the entrance to the bar all smiles and seemingly walking on air. Her dress is properly fitted and is at modest-enough levels, both up and down.

I give her grief. "Gem? How's this possible? We know George well enough and he's not all that good with you ladies."

"Oh, I dunno, Mikey. Apparently I was different enough from his usual to evoke something unexpected."

She takes the stool next to Shay.

I'm puzzled. "You didn't know he likes 'em stacked and stupid. Tittie-fuck material."

"Didn't matter. He even admitted it. I turned on the cute spinner charm and he was all gaga."

I glare at her. "You know..."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Don't use 'spinner'. He and I talked about it, and about your concerns. He was cool. Even went down on me. Gawd he was sweet."

"And he gave you one."

"Two."

Both Liz and Shay's eyes are bugging out. They know George!

"Well. I need to meet this changed man, then. He still coming to our party?"

"Maybe. He expressed regrets that he had to spend most of the evening hosting his own reception, but asked if it was possible to borrow me for tomorrow night."

"Up to you, sweetheart."

"I know. I'm thinking about it. Maybe for a little fun, but I'm going to be sleeping with you guys, that's for certain."

"That sort of messes with our planning. You were going to take Pepper home after her time was up."

"Still the plan. I'm going to take Pep, Jamie, and me back to the house, then turn around and drive back here for the night. That way we still have everything in place to close the show on Sunday. Too much fun in the offing, Mikey."

"And far be it from me to interfere with this monster I've created."

She giggles, as expected. Liz and Shay laugh!

"Okay, y'all," I sigh. "It's not my intent to drink my dinner. Ready?"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The four of us have retreated to our hotel suite, anticipating possible early arrivals in advance of the announced eight o'clock on the reception invitations. Lizzie and Gemma have already shed their clothes and are bracketing me on the couch, picking at what I'm wearing to coerce me into maybe some playing around. Sorry ladies, I need to be a host and company president for at least the beginning of the party.

Shay is tending to the bedrooms readying the beds for their hosting responsibilities. She'll be emerging shortly to join us in the waiting around.

Gentle tap on the door. "I'm back," is the soft announcement.

Liz jumps up to open the door for Jessica.

"Naked already?" Jess asks as she walks in.

"Yeah. Mikey thinks we might have early arrivals."

I clarify this, "Some show participants have several invitations for these suite parties. Since we're one of the handful with a reputation for offering sex, some guys will try to make a circuit out of multiple receptions."

Shay steps into the main room. I am amused. She dusted a tiny bit of blusher on her nipples and labia. Delicious, but I have to be a good boy and not drag her into a bedroom for what I really want from her at the moment. Mikey needs some loving tension relief, too!

"Hi, Jess. Yeah, what Mikey said. Our job is to get 'em off so they have nothing left for anybody else."

Gemma loudly laughs. "Ohmygawd! That is so evil!"

"All's fair, Gem!" Liz chuckles. "Jess, you probably want to undress and clean up. Gemma? How about sitting in my lap here. We need to be snogging pretty hard when the first guest shows up."

I laugh. "Speaking of evil, Elizabeth, you're expecting Roger from Essex Inflatables to be the first to show! You know something, I guess."

"Why yes I do! He's always early, and when he was doing me last year he dropped a hint that he likes girl action."

"You're the..."

Knock knock. Knock.

I check the peephole. She was right.

"It's Roger!" I loud-whisper to Liz and Gem. Gemma giggles and they start gettin' it on.

I open the door making sure the girls are clearly in his line of sight.

"Roger!" I greet and reach for a handshake. "Come on in!"

"Hi, Mike! Nice to see you... uh... holy fuck. Uh... Mike? I recognize Lizzie, but who's the spinner? Ohgawd. Fantastic. The two of 'em. Gawd. Are they really lovers, or are you having 'em put on a show?"

I close the door after he steps in. "They're really lovers, and they're really Boat Girls. And my wives. The petite cutie is Gemma."

The ladies take this as a cue to twist around for 69, Gemma on top. I catch a glance from Liz. Oh, she is clearly relishing this.

Roger appears to be a little weak-kneed. "Fuck fuck fuck. Ohgawd. I can't... ohgawd. Gawd. Sorry, Mike. Where's the powder room?"

"First door on the right. You okay?"

"I'll be fine. Need to take a pause."

He disappears into the guest bath.

Gemma and Lizzie sit up, softly laugh to each other, and give themselves a high-five.

I step back towards the sofa. "You two should be ashamed of yourselves!" I quietly laugh.

"One down!" Liz gloats.

"That was fun! More, Mikey?"

"Oh, Gem, you guys can just be yourselves and have fun with it all. Roger was a special case for Liz."

"Fuckin' A he was, Michael! I promise I'll be nice to 'im after he finishes cleaning himself up."

"All I can ask. Shay?"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My lover shuffles over to gently lean into me, resting her hand on my sternum.

"Sweetie?" I query.

"Just wanted you close for a moment."

"How are you feeling about tonight?"

"I'm okay. I'm hoping a couple of my favorites are going to be here sooner rather than later."

"You look fantastic. Nice trick with the blusher. Super work with your eye makeup, too. That's a really radiant look. I only see that when we do dress-up dinners at the club."

"You know I'm not always a nerd, sweetie. I know how to bait the trap. Gotta have a more polished look than when I pickup nude men on the beach. Are you wishing I do this more often?"

"Not really. I'm in love with the real, natural you, the one who was out of breath after chasing me down on the beach. That you can be glamorous, too, even in your nakedness? Gosh. What did I do to deserve this?"

"Mikey? Don't underestimate yourself. You have me, and you have four others committed to you, for who you are, and for how you express yourself with us. It's kinda magic."

"Thank you, sweetie. I hear footsteps."

Tap tap tap.

"Go ahead and answer that for us. If it's any man in his right mind, he'll fall to his knees the moment you open the door to him."

I get a sweet kiss on my cheek. I stand by. Shay opens the door.

"Hi. Is he here?"

"Uh. Courtney. This is a surprise. Please come in."

"Hope you don't mind, Shay. Peter couldn't make it at the last minute, so he gave me the invitation. Really wanted to see what you guys were up to with this. Hi, Mike."

I reach for a handshake. But I get a salacious hug and a crotch check from the slinky raven-haired beauty.

"Courtney?"

"Oh, you're okay, Mikey. You and your ladies scream sex, and you know it. Great sex, at that. It's not just y'all's silly swimsuits down on the floor."

"Well thank you, I think. You here for me, or the girls?"

"Both. I'm going to pour myself something from the bar over there and we're going to sit down and talk. Invite your lawyer. Gawd she's gorgeous. Fuck. What am I saying? All of 'em are. Who's the amazing little one with Liz?"

"Gemma. She's one of our pilots."

"Fuckin' adorable. She can handle your souped-up boats?"

"Yes, and very well. Jessica's understudy."

"Oh, yeah. I see Jess over there with Roger. He's not all over her. What's with that?"

"Lizzie and Gemma knocked the wind out of his sails the moment he got here."

"Don't tell me. Girl-girl shit. Peter told me about that fetish of his."

I chuckle. "Yeah. Liz knew and set 'im up real bad."

"Okay. Enough. I'm here for you and Liz."

I glance over to Elizabeth. She nods, gives Gemma a kiss, and does the model-walk over to us for Courtney's benefit. That woman sure knows how to swing those hips.

"Tease!" I grumble at her.

I get the tongue. "Hi, Courtney. No Peter?"

"Nope. My turn."

"We going to talk, or fuck?"

"Little of both. It's a shame I only see you guys at this show. I noticed you have a boat on the floor. Cuddy cabin with a pilot house. Cute. What happened to the 38-footer we never saw?"

"Sunk it," I answer. "It was just for research anyway. Cabin was a mess not worth restoring."

"Sunk it? Really? That's hard to do these days."

"Test rig broke and took out the forward hull at 25 knots."

"Oo. Jess at the helm?"

"Yeah. We had a launch on it for this type of mishap."

"Good for you. And her, obviously. I wanted to talk to you about more of those Ferrari mills."

"Made of unobtanium now."

"Well, shit. Any forecast?"

"No. They're not committing to anything. I'm twisting their arm best I can about a light V6 they used to make having a unique crank angle with an interesting power curve that would be perfect on a smaller hull. They still have the tooling, so I just have to shake some money at 'em."

"Well good luck. Excuse me a sec. Michael? Suggest you get out of those clothes."

Courtney asks Gemma to point her to a bedroom.

Elizabeth is shaking her head at me. "Gawd, Mikey. Really? Courtney is a piece of work. Stunning, but... still."

"I don't mind. You recall they bought a few of our motors for hybrid sloops shortly before you joined us, and Shay and I would have some fun with 'em when they'd visit. Sort of odd she'd seek me out by herself. Correction. Seek you and me out."

"Well you got me. You and I had that foursome with her and Peter last year. He was okay. I didn't get the bi vibe from her, so that's new."

"Hey you two." A naked Courtney appears in a bedroom doorway. "Let's get it on. Mikey, you're still dressed."

"We can fix that."

"Please do."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Courtney got hers and took off. Lizzie got hers and is cuddling with me. I... am sore. Fuck, I'm sore. I grumble about it to Liz.

"Lemme see." She lifts the sheets. "Still there, Mikey."

"Surprising."

"Yeah. Cort knows how much you like cowgirl. We, however, know how not to abuse the power."

"I have a hunch she's a domme at home. Big time."

"Yep. A bit of black leather on her? Absolutely. I can just picture a crop in one hand and a ball gag in the other."

"Have to wonder why Peter wasn't here. You guys see him during setup this afternoon?"

"Nope. My guess based on what she just did to you is he must be at home for recovery."

"From what?"

"Reattachment surgery."

"Elizabeth Ellen!"

We laugh hard enough to concern two of the girls. Jess and Shay poke their heads into the room.

"You guys okay?" Shay asks.

"Oh, we're fine. Mostly," I reply.

"Uh... what happened?"

Liz snickers, "Courtney tried to tear his cock off with her snatch."

The girls laugh. Shay muses, "Apparently she does that when Peter isn't around. Remember, Mikey?"

"Oh gawd. I forgot about that. Where was he when it was you, me, and her at the beach house?"

"Fucking Jamie in the other bedroom."

"Ah. Oo, girlie. That rosy glow on your pussy isn't blusher."

"Rudy."

Gemma pokes her head into the door opening and giggles.

"Oh gawd." I ask, "You, too?"

"Yep! Just left! He saved it for me!"

"Hmm. I see. Jess, you're not saying anything."

"He got me, too. Liz? He sends regrets that you were busy."

"Damn! And he and I talked about it in the bar!"

I chuckle, "Can't fuck everybody, you guys. Anybody else out there?"

Shay answers, "Ricky, Theo, and Ambrose." Hands appears from behind to cup her tits as the gentlemen they're attached to presses himself into her. "Theo? I told you I'd be right back! Can't wait, can you?"

"No, honey, I can't. Grab that doorframe. I'm going to stick it in right here, right now, and right in front of your husband."

The ladies and I all laugh.

"Be our guest!" we all respond in unison. Shay laughs at us.

"Theo?" I chuckle. "I thought you knew us better than that."

He sighs. "I do. Sounded good, though, didn't it?"

"It's the thought that counts. You guys go have your fun. Gem? Did you see Ricky and Ambrose?"

"I think. There were two guys at the bar, one old, the other not even our age, arguing over football something. I gather there was an announcement about a team coming to Jacksonville."

"News to me. Anyway, that's them. Did the older guy have a bourbon bottle in his hand helping himself to four fingers' worth."

"Six."

I shake my head and the ladies snicker. Jess mumbles, "That's Ambrose."

There's a shout from the main room of the suite. "Holy shit! For real?"

Jess chuckles. "Gotta be Ricky. He was rifling around in his swag tote when Shay and I ran in here to check on you guys. He must've unwrapped the T-shirt."

"Now don't wear that out on the show floor tomorrow, Ricky!" Jess shouts back.

"Wasn't figurin' on it, Jessica." He just wedged himself between Jess and Gem still blocking the doorway.

"Mr. Morrison? Was I seeing things? Courtney Whittington naked with you and Ms. Pendergast? I heard rumors there are few survivors when she gets ahold of 'em."

Lizzie responds to that. "Ricky? We held our own."

"Fuck!" Jess shouts in surprise. "Ricky! Get your fingers out of my pussy, dammit!"

"Uh... I thought..."

"You thought wrong! You weren't interested in doing anything ten minutes ago!"

"Can't a guy change his mind?"

"Yes he can. But with lubricant! Shit, dude. Since you insist, the other bedroom is free. C'mon."

The rest of us snicker at the kid. He's clearly trying to function above his pay grade and not having a lot of luck. Jess rolls her eyes as she grabs his hand to drag him to the next room. Maybe he won't ejaculate a foot away from the target this year.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Six in the a. m. comes awfully early when you've pushed the last guest out of your party suite at six bells. The ladies are feeling used and abused, and are carping about having to wear their extra-skimpy swimsuits for the show.

However, we have final setup tasks before the show opens to the public at 10:00. Downstairs for breakfast first. Fully dressed, of course.

"Can't we just skip breakfast, Mikey? I could sure use more sleep," Shay complains.

"No. Remember? We tried that two years ago and you guys were whining about 'starving!' around eleven. This time we have the boat. You can take shifts napping in the cabin."

Liz grumbles, "That's the smartest thing you've said this weekend."

"So sue me."

"I will. Expect service on the papers by next Wednesday."

We exchange sticking our tongues out at each other.

Gemma giggles at us. She's all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. This is her normal get-up time for the café, and she's handling the lack of sleep just fine. Jess gives her a side-eye grimace.

Restaurant was crowded, as would be expected with the large number of vendors at this show. A handful of our invitees for the reception last night paused as they passed by our table to steal a kiss from "their" lady at the party. That drew knowing smiles from the others around us. We do have that rep.

George paused for more than a few seconds to say good morning.

"Gemma? I'm sorry. I said I'd be by your suite for a moment with you."

"That's okay. You had responsibilities. Still going to see you tonight?"

He glances to me. "Is Mike alright with that?"

I nod.

"Yes. But I sleep with him and the girls. We'll get together in your room and snuggle for a while. Eight o'clock?"

"That's fine. More than fine."

I nod again, to Gem. She smiles to me for my acceptance of this arrangement.

George leans in to kiss Gemma before moving on.

"What's that about?" Jess asks. "He's not so hot in bed."

"Oh, I dunno." Gemma giggles.

I solve the mystery for Jess. "Gem entertained him while you were running Jamie and Pepper home. She turned out to be the polar opposite of his usual..."

Jess grunts at this. "Shit. You mean the bimbos with the melons?"

"Yes. She tapped into his sweet and caring side."

"I did! He's a softie!"

Jess grumbles again, "Well I hope it doesn't become a problem."

"It won't," I assure. "He's on the other side of the country. We'll still only see him at these shows. You guys ready, or do I have time for another cuppa?"

"Let's go," Shay counters. "Get done what we have to. Don't forget we need to spend more than the usual time doing things like another pussy shave before showing ourselves out there. Good thing we have two bathrooms. And that tux of yours takes time, too."

We rise and show ourselves to the event floor for prep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The ladies all have something to cover-up with between the room and show floor. Their swimsuits are string bikinis, with full cheekage visible from behind. They can get away with it unlike the other boat show models, who are, shall we say, amply full-figured and require a fair bit more fabric especially up top to corral it all.

It's a quarter-'til door opening, and we are at the boat display preparing for the onslaught. Shay is up on the aft deck, and ducks into the cuddy cabin. I briefly laugh out loud at the full-on display of tushie. A very nice... ohmygosh... tushie, at that.

Yeah, I admit their suits are a bit much. The girls get scowls from a couple of other exhibitors as they pass to and fro. They must be jealous. Or something. They need to get over it in either case. This is a boat show in Florida for chrissakes, and it is 1990.

Shay reappears from the cabin holding a balled-up sheet, and drops it into a drawstring sack in the deck box.

"Okay. I understand," I tell her from where I'm standing on the floor. "You bring enough for the whole show?"

"Seven. I don't know how enthused I'm going to be for much of that today, so that should be enough."

"So I should mark today on the calendar as special."

"Why?"

"This is the first time, ever, that you have declared you had too much sex."

"An awful lot of pokey last night. Not much cuddling. We need to lose the take-a-number dispenser."

I chuckle. "Just how many did you have?"

"Twenty or so. It was gettin' pretty raw there at the end."

"You didn't run out of coconut oil, did you?"

"No. Had plenty. There is a point, you know."

"I don't, but I'll take your word for it."

"Liz told me Courtney was trying to take some of you with her."

"She can certainly clench, I'll tell you that. Brutal. Hang on."

"Ladies?" I announce to the gang. "Places! Here they come!"

Cheyenne steps down from Thing 2, drapes herself on me face-to-face for a kiss. "Wish us luck, sweetheart," she offers. "We worked hard for this."

I smile and give her another kiss in return.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Lizzie saunters over to me to complain, "I swear I'm gonna slug the next guy who pinches my ass. Look."

She twists around to display her bare butt. Yeah, lots of red marks. Oo. I see a couple that were trying for pussy.

"Go ahead, but that's battery. I know a good lawyer, however."

"And she'd have a fool for a client. Remind me again why we put up with this?"

"You read the balance sheet just like I do, lover."

Big, big sigh. "Yeah. Our orders always spike after this show."

"And you know we're looking at picking up a couple of more shows. Tampa would be huge for us."

"I know. Jamie showed me her numbers. Putting us out here gets lots of attention with our whole T&A schtick, and we usually knock the men off-kilter when we talk turkey about the products. That's what makes us The Boat Girls. Have you and Shay ever talked about designing whole boats? Between the two of you, you know."

"Partnerships only. Boat manufacturing is a whole 'nuther nut to crack. You recall that small batch of Boat Girls Edition we did with Abercrombie a couple of years back went well, but until we can offer something significant in the relationship, we're going to have to plod along with performance mods like we're doing now."

"Which is why you're running up our phone bill with those calls to Italy."

"Uh huh. We're at a point now where I may have to talk to Bill about underwriting a joint venture. They want us to foot the entire bill to resume production under licensing."

"First time I've heard you say that. Why?"

"You versed in Italian law?"

"Good point. Want me to ask around?"

"Please."

"Mikey. Touch me. There."

I reach down.

"Nuh uh. In the suit. Clit."

"Here?"

"We can hide in the boat if you want. But for your fancy suit."

"Sweetie? What's the matter?"

"Want to feel a loving touch. Last night was rough."

"Shay said the same thing. I guess we all need to talk about it."

"At home."

"'Scuse us!" A giggling Gemma jumps between us, towing a young man toward the boat and steps. Can't tell if his expression is fear or excitement. She's tugging on her suit ties as they run up the stairs, the pieces falling off as they disappear into the cabin.

Yeah, excitement.

"What's going on with her?" Lizzie sharply exhales.

"Got me! Untying the suit I get. I was wondering how soon temptation would set in. The dude I don't understand."

"I do know she didn't get much last night. She didn't know any of the men and I think they were afraid to mess with her. There is the thing with her makeup, Mike."

"What's that?"

"She has a way of making her face look much younger than she is. Couple that with her size..."

"Gotcha. Never thought about her that way. Gemma is Gemma to us. You think we're going to be hassled?"

"If so, she has her purse hidden in the boat. Whoever it is will be a wee bit surprised when they find out she's 28. Can't tell that by lookin' at 'er, though."

"Oh, that's right. She's always getting carded when we go out. Like at the bar today."

"Uh huh. Gawd, Mikey. Check out the guy Jess is talking to."

"Hawaiian shirt, sunglasses, sandals, short shorts. Mr. Thinks-He's-Cool. Uh. Where's Shay?"

"Restroom."

"You want to back-up Jess, then?"

"One of us should. Oh fuck."

"What?"

"His cock is growing out of his shorts leg. He's gettin' hard leering at Jess."

I sigh, "I'll intercept."

I saunter over to the booth display.

"Hi. Mike Morrison. Jessica is able to answer any possible question you may have."

"Uh. Really? She's not a model?"

"Oh, she's a cutie, alright, but she's also our fleet manager and chief test pilot. The Boat Girls is not just a name, it's who we are."

He goes on, "Can you tell me anything about your Ferrari motors?"

I grin really big. "Jess?"

"Sure. First, you need to know we can't get them any more. The demand for cars is currently outstripping engine production. Anyway, it's a turbocharged 3.6 liter design derivative of the initial 3.0 liter normally-aspirated block homologated from their Gran Prix cars in the '70s. 900 peak horsepower at 8500 rpm. Very impressive. We had to design and build a reduction gearbox because we were tearing-up props in our initial tests. What were you looking to do?"

I glance over to Lizzie. She's visibly chuckling, lowering her eyes to the guy's crotch to let me know his cock is back where it belongs.

"Hoping to upgrade a Sea-Ray 268."

"Current? You'd be tripling the horsepower. Too much for that hull anyway. We didn't recommend it for anything less than a 36. Still have the stock 454 and factory prop?"

"Uh. Yes." He's starting to squirm a little. It's clear already she knows way more of the technical shit than he does.

"Here. Take this brochure on our line of performance props. There are at least two models that should give you a 5-knot improvement. Not as efficient with the fuel overall, but that's the price of going faster."

"Uh. Thanks."

The quick glance Mr. Cool is giving me as he steps away can only be described as sheepish. He just got shutdown by a girl in a bikini at a boat show. That's not supposed to happen.

I sidle-up to Jess. "I don't think you made a sale on that one."

"Oh, I sort of saw it coming. Too fake trying to be cool. Gotta be a poseur. I sorta doubt he even has a boat."

"But he knew about our motors."

"Coulda read about it in magazine articles."

"Good point."

I turn to ask Shay, who has just returned, "Gemma leave yet?"

"Yes. I caught her as she was going out."

"You been doing okay?"

"Lots of leering as they walk by, not many questions. Sort of normal."

"Any apparent interest in the boat?"

"A few are puzzled by the fairings, but a lot go by pointing at the propellor."

"You able to answer their questions about it?"

She laughs out loud at me. "Fuck you, Mikey!"

Shay was the engineer who designed and proved all of it.

I grin back. "Thought you'd appreciate that."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The show for us is more of the same. We get a few who are genuinely interested in what we produce, but it's mostly lookie-loos and, like Mr. Hawaiian shirt, poseurs thinking they're going to impress the girls hoping to get into their bikini bottoms. A few good friends in the biz drop by to say hello and maybe steal a kiss or two "while we're here."

Now it's nearly 1:30 and no sign of Gemma, Jamie, and our puppy. Our presentation board has a hand-scrawled "This is Pepper. Meet the new Boat Girls mascot, today only, from 1 to 4 p. m." The board has an incredibly cute picture of the young spotted pup taped to it, and people are showing up hoping to see her and say hello.

Okay. I can stop fretting about it. There a happy din coming from the front of the hall. I spot little Gemma doing her best to lead the puppy in a full trot to our display area. You can hear the effusive, "Oh, how cute!" and "Adorable!" as she makes her way down the aisle.

Jamie is close behind, making my heart swell in the sight of her awesome figure in that tank swimsuit.

"Wow!" Gem calls to me as she lets go of the leash for Pep to run to Daddy. There are lots of oohs and aahs as I pick her up and she rewards my attention with puppy kisses.

"What happened?"

"Somebody swiped our mooring spot. Took a while to find another."

"You're here, and that all that matters. Thanks, sweetheart!"

All six of us handle the leash in turn as visitors come and go, lingering in their opportunity for a moment or two with the puppy. They're happy to chat us up about the dog, the boat, and in several cases, what we might be able to do for their particular hole in the water.

Lizzie, taking the leash from me, whispers, "(I forget which one of us had this idea, but talk about an ice-breaker, Mikey. This is genius.)"

"(Gawd yes.)"

Shay has just finished talking to a guest and seeks my attention. She leans into me and fingers my bowtie.

"You and that dog are absolutely adorable together, you know. Are you noticing the admiring glances you're getting from the ladies?"

"Honestly? Not really. Too busy, mind preoccupied with the business of the show. Keeping tabs on Pep."

"I've had several ask if you were attached."

I chuckle. "What did you tell them?"

"In a special way."

"That's nice. Thank you. You holding up okay? This morning we were talking about napping in the cabin."

"This whole thing is energizing, Mikey. It's not at all like our previous shows."

"You think it's going to make a difference?"

"I think so. By the way, you need to strike a deal with the Italians really soon. Too many inquiries about the old motor."

"You tell 'em about the V6 we're hoping to develop?"

"Yes, but noncommittal."

"I guess there's going to a phone call to Bill next week. Liz and I broached this earlier. She needs to find somebody familiar with Italian corporate culture and business law."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Buongiorno, signor Morrison, signorina McMaster. Come state oggi?"

"Antonio! We are fine! How are you?"

"Molto bene!"

"And you know that's about the limit of our Italian, Tony."

He laughs, and gives both me and Shay big hugs.

"Of course I do. My ears were burning. What have you guys got going on these days? I am still so, so sorry we had to cut you off on those crate motors. Maranello is sympathetic, but they have their own business to protect."

"Understandable, and we had to make a bunch of adjustments. Anyway, it's unusual that you are here. Drumming up new business?"

"No. Wanted to see you guys, actually. Is there someplace we can go for a private chat?"

"Yes. Let's catch the shuttle to the event hotel. We have a corporate suite there. Let me hand things off to Elizabeth." I call in her direction, "Lizzie? A moment?"

"What's up? Hi. I'm Elizabeth Pendergast."

"You are... spettacolarmente bello!... in English, Antonio... very beautiful."

"Thanks. I'm our lawyer."

"Antonio Cavallaro."

"You're our Ferrari rep. Mike has mentioned you. Mikey? Are we meeting with him?"

"Just Shay and me for this. I need you to take charge of the booth. We may be a while."

"And you'll fill me in later."

"Oh, yes."

Cheyenne grabs her coverup, and she, Tony, and I walk outside to the shuttle stand for the waiting jitney.

"Tony? I'm puzzled why you would make the trip from New York all the way to this show just to talk to us. Something's happening, isn't it?"

"Yes. You got the attention of engineering with your inquiries about that old Dino V6. It was a pet project back then, and the original engineer's son is second in command of the motor division. He is fascinated with your wish to redevelop it with an aluminum block and modern tech. Homage to Papa, basically."

"You know where we last stood with that. Your bosses wanted us to underwrite the whole thing. We've done well, but we don't have that kind of money for development."

"Rumor is you have a backer with really deep pockets."

"I can neither confirm nor deny."

Shay suppresses a laugh. Tony subtly shakes his head.

"We are rethinking all that, anyway. Shay, were you the one who computed the power curves Mike sent with the inquiry?"

"Yes."

"Well they certainly got somebody's attention. They're thinking joint venture and giving you exclusive North America distribution rights."

"Holy cow. What changed their minds?"

"Taking on Volvo in the marine sector."

"Really? With all the headaches that come with an aluminum block and salt water?"

"They said the heat exchanger Shay designed is genius, and they're willing to sign-off on licensing. Our guys have made a few alterations to the block that are doable with the existing tooling and think they can get 400 to 450 horsepower with a turbo. With an engine that light they believe they can knock the Swedes on their butts. Pardon me for being so blunt."

"Incredible."

They step off the shuttle and into the lobby.

"Bar first?" I ask.

"No. Want to get right down to business. You and Cheyenne need to get back to your show."

Elevator doors close. Shay reaches underneath her coverup to untie her swimsuit pieces and hands them to me. She presses herself into Tony, who, in turn, reaches under her coverup to cup her buttocks and draw her to him. They kiss.

Elevator doors open. I reach into a pocket for the key card and lead the two to our suite. They are holding hands.

Showing them in, I nod to the closest bedroom. There are no words exchanged. Shay sheds her coverup and sandals. Antonio quickly undresses and tosses his clothes onto the sofa as they step to the bedroom. I follow them in, do not remove my tuxedo, and move the chair into position. I take a seat.

This is how we transact business. The three of us.

The pair stand at the foot of the bed and embrace again. Their kiss is a salacious tongue exchange. Breaking their kiss, Shay squats to the floor, revealing that Tony's generous cock is only partially tumescent. She touches the tip with her tongue, gently pushing it under the foreskin to encircle the smooth head underneath.

His erection grows to where the foreskin has retracted enough for Shay to take the glans into her mouth. A few sucking strokes this way reveals the true size of Tony's endowment. She bites just past the ridge and pulls back to encourage the flare. He sharply inhales at the sensation, and clenches in response.

Antonio's penis is quite large. Long, with considerable girth. Not equine-large like Filippo's at Poop Deck, but sizable, in the Sicilian manner.

Shay backs off and lovingly looks to me for approval. I nod without expression, in confirmation she is to proceed. She directs Tony to kneel on the bed as she lays supine, spreading her legs preparing for his cunnilingus. He accepts the offer.

A few minutes of skillful tonguing has Cheyenne perceptively trembling, eyes closed into her bliss. A gasp, and another gasp, precedes her body going limp for a moment. With a deep inhale, both hands are on his shoulders to draw him up and onto his knees for a sustained kiss, his intent fully apparent in an impressive, bobbing erection inching toward her pussy.

She reaches down with one hand to aim him into her, again closing her eyes momentarily. She turns her head toward me for assurance and blessing, that I am intently watching this fine gentleman about to press his phallus into her vagina.

I again nod that she is to take him.

Their coitus is gentle at this point. His body undulates into a soft but thorough stroking, her deep gasps confirming the acceptance of his full length. She again looks to me, this time with a satisfied smile, which I return.

Cheyenne and Antonio are a joy to watch in their sexual union. This is not at all like Shay's beach conquests or other randy taking of other men, this is a mutual savoring.

She looks to me again, this time with an expression of inquiry. I nod in a silent "yes" for her to direct Tony to their next position. This is a practiced affair, although it has been a few years since the previous opportunity.

Tony pulls out, kneels upright to lean back, allowing Shay to flip over to kneel on all fours.

Doggie.

Again, the view of the vaginal penetration of my wife by this handsome and endowed friend is nothing less than delicious. She glances back to me and suppresses a chuckle, grinning to me in her appreciation of my appreciation.

Tony is stroking a little faster than before, breathing heavily to Shay's soft moans of satisfaction. I get another glance of inquiry, and respond with a glance of my own inquiry. She nods back, indicating she feels their moment is quickly approaching. I give her my "okay" nod.

Slowly and deliberately, she lowers herself and her lover into an ass-up prone position, so-called "lazy dog". This is his cue to go for the finale.

Their intercourse becomes energetic. Tony is stroking fast, hard, and deep, his every breath audible, accompanied by a low grunt with every deep push into Cheyenne. She grunts back, her arms extended to the headboard to return the effort. Big grunt and push from Antonio, another, and another... then silence, the motion stops, and he collapses onto her. Shay reaches out toward me, her request to fetch towels from the bathroom.

I hand one to each, but they are in no hurry to separate. I return to my station. Both enjoy the sensations of his shrinking inside her, in acknowledgement of the completion of their act. But, alas, there is a point of no return, and Tony's cock starts to fall out. He rises into a kneel having placed his towel on the sheet under him to assure my clear view of his penis dripping semen.

Shay does similarly, lifting up to slide her towel underneath, also to be sure I can witness Tony's cum oozing out of her pussy.

They turn to each other for a long kiss, then rise from the bed clasping towels to catch anything that needs it on their way to the shower.

The shower is their time. I remain seated and relaxed while they, I suspect, caress each other in their cleanup.

I hear the shower shut off. A few minutes pass, and the two emerge dry and ready to return to our day.

But one more thing, an epilogue to our act before they get dressed. Cheyenne sits in my lap facing me, both arms around me for the tightest of lovers' hugs, pressing her lips to mine for a kiss like we have never kissed before. This is our expression of infinite love for each other, my acceptance of her as she returns from having intense sex with another man.

She rises, and Tony steps to me, his penis just below eye level. I gently grasp and stroke enough to induce a partial erection. This has been our agreed "thank you" in closing our contracts. He lowers his brow and breaks our silence with a gravelly whispered, "(La prossima volta, ti succhierai il mio grosso pene fino in fondo e ingoierai. Capito?)." I don't respond, because I don't know what he said. 'Capito' kinda sounded like a threat, though. Shay overheard, and raises her eyebrows to me.

We retreat to the main room. Antonio quietly dresses himself while I help Shay with her swimsuit. Normally the girls help each other because the suits are a little fussy to tie right and have everything covered, such that it is, so I'm a reasonable substitute for her sisters' attentions.

Tony is ready to leave. He is not going back to the show with us, so we say our goodbyes and share hugs. Shay and I are still dealing with her suit and coverup.

We hear the elevator bell.

"Okay. He's gone, Mike. What was that he said to you? His tone wasn't exactly friendly."

"You know my Italian is... well, isn't. What I got, though, was 'prossima' and 'succhierai'. 'Volta', I think, means 'time'. 'La' is 'the', of course. What is 'pene'? And we both know what 'capito' means, and 'grosso'. 'Prossima' kinda sounds like 'proximity'. Possibly 'next'? So far we have, "The next time...'. "So what is 'succhierai'?

"Succhierai... succhierai. Mmmm. Sound it out? And... oh boy... 'mio grosso pene'. That's gotta be 'my big penis.' Then there's 'fino'. Oh, shit. I think I have the gist."

"What?"

"'The next time, you suck my big penis to the finish! Understand?'"

"Holy cow, Mikey. He's demanding that you suck him off and swallow."

"Wow. That's sure ramping up from my stroking him afterwards, which is sort of weird anyway."

"Then there's the 'why?'"

"Now that sounds like business. From what he said they may be ready to strike this deal with the V6, and that's what he expects for signing on the dotted line."

"So fucking me isn't enough, though I fully admit he is a really good fuck!"

I grimace. "If that's what it takes, I guess."

"Don't dismiss that we'll be bringing Elizabeth to the table as a distraction. Or bed, rather. You going to be okay with what he wants from you?"

"God no, I'm not. But if they come through with the motor and exclusive distro? That could be worth millions to us." I sigh. "So, yeah, I'll do it."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"Anyways... still like to watch him fuck you. That's an incredible show. What a cock!"

Shay laughs and slaps at me. "Pervert. Let's go show our faces. We should be able to catch everybody before Gemma takes them home."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Lizzie gives us a disapproving smirk as we step into our display area. "Hey you guys. That was a long meeting! And if it was business, why wasn't I involved?"

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth," I moan. "The relationship with Antonio started before you were with us. We have a certain way of managing contracts with them, and weren't ready for you. Absolutely next time we see him, you'll be a big part of the negotiations."

She glares at Shay. "You fuck him, don't you?"

"You got that right, sister. Great fuck. Big uncut cock. Knows how to use it. And he licks!"

Liz laughs. "Okay. You're excused. Mike? Where are you with all this?"

"I get to sit and watch."

"I know you like that, but you really get anything out of it?"

"Yeah. Difficult to get products that are keystones of our business."

"That it?"

"Unfortunately. And it's gonna get worse."

"How?"

Shay takes it, "They okayed the V6 and are footing the bill for redevelopment per our new specs, and they're giving us exclusive North America distribution."

"Impossible! That's great! So what's 'worse'?"

"Not only do I have to fuck him, he's going to insist that Mikey suck him off."

"Geezus! Mikey? You gonna do it?"

"With what's at stake? Gotta."

"Wow. More later, I guess."

"Yep. How's it going here? I see there's a line for Pepper."

"All afternoon. Also, notice that a couple of brochure racks are empty. And that's getting into what we had set aside for tomorrow!"

"Swag totes and tees? I see just a few koozies in the bowl."

"Ran out of today's supply just after you guys left. Totes were getting almost as much attention as the puppy. Older guys were falling all over themselves laughing at the old 'censored' schtick. The women with Pepper? And a lot of guys? Precious."

"What I see is a tired pup. She's ready to go home. I'm going to sit and give her some Daddy lap."

Jamie sees me sitting there and leads the pup to me, demanding a kiss for payment. Pepper's big enough to jump up into my lap, but she's just a couple weeks away from being too big to do that. I have to admit I allowed her to learn it, so I'm facing the task of teaching her to unlearn it.

Jamie rests a hand on my shoulder. "Hi, sweetheart. I missed you."

"Me too. I was really wishing you could have spent more time with us here. Liz told you what Shay and I were up to."

"Meeting with the Ferrari rep. Do us any good? That was important to you and the company."

"They're taking on the V6 project. They saw the engineering workups Shay did and realized they had something special. We're going to license our patents to them, they're going to give us exclusive North America distribution. We will do well."

"Mikey. That wasn't all that happened in that meeting. I see it all over Shay's face."

"Antonio and Shay and I have an unusual relationship."

"She fucks 'im, you watch, you don't get to touch or even undress."

"How'd you know?"

"Silly you for forgetting. You guys had him over at the house the week before my bon voyage orgy. It sticks in my mind because it's the only time I've known you guys to do the hard wittol shit. That's really not you, or her."

"I know. There's a dominance thing we have to service. I let him take her, he's made to feel like he's taking her from me, and we as a company get things we otherwise couldn't. Few others in the biz are libertine enough to even think of that sort of deal. In the end, everybody is satisfied and life goes on. Jamie? This is one worn-out pup in my lap. How close is it to 4 o'clock?"

"Fifteen minutes ago. She had a good time. Made lots of friends. One heckuva traffic generator for us. I think I saw Liz showing you the empty brochure pockets."

"She did. With any luck..."

"I know. Here comes Gemma."

Gem's wearing her coverup. "You 'bout ready? Sweetie? Shay told me you did good today with the Italy company rep, and we'll be back to selling motors again. But she also told me something else that troubles me."

"That I'm going to have to prostitute myself for the deal."

"That's shocking to me, Mikey."

"Versus everything else we do in that facet of our lives?"

"You don't do guys."

"I don't. And won't beyond that. I have to do what it takes. Recognize that there is a cultural divide there, and they need to feel they are establishing dominance, even sexual dominance. I have, and will, brush it off, and it will in no way affect what we have."

"I trust you, Mikey, to do the best for all of us. You're going to have to give up Pepper here. I need to get everybody back to the house if I'm going to spend any time with George this evening."

I sigh. "Yeah, that was the plan. Sorry, pup. You go home for me. I'm tired, too. Thanks, Gemma. Kiss?"

"Of course."

"Jamie?"

"Uh huh. Need to grab my dress."

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