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Day Two – The beat down.  

SilyconBond 55M
193 posts
11/13/2020 8:44 am

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Day Two – The beat down.

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SilyconBond 55M
148 posts
11/13/2020 8:45 am

Throughout the night, I kept waking up. The owner, everybody else on board called the “Misstress”, was working from her desk a lot. I slept on and off for about nine hours, but I think she only got three hours of rest that night.
The black woman, who the crew called, “Midnight” was awake and working from the other desk sometime around five am. The ship’s motion kelp lulling me to sleep until around seven. The door was open when I woke, and I was so grateful it was.
I wasn’t exactly sure what I was supposed to do. My normal schedule was to wake and hit the gym before work, then again at lunch if I could. I watched them until a crewmember came in with food.
Neither of them got out of the desks they were working at as I moved around. “Good morning Ladies!” I said. A grunt from Midnight and the Owner smiled and waved. Both were fully dressed, and clothes were set aside for me. Not my clothes, but a crewmember’s uniform.
“My clothes?” I asked as I held the blanket around my waist.
“Being washed. You are too big on the shoulders. It’s all we have to fit you at the moment.” The owner said.
“I only wore them for a couple hours. You guys sure wash my clothes a lot” Really not understanding what she was telling me.
“We weren’t expecting a fucking stowaway. Go naked. Everyone onboard has seen your junk anyway.” Midnight said harshly to me.
The owner coughed back a laugh. I dropped the blanket and went over to Midnight. “Hi, I’m ****”. I said and offered my hand to shake.
Midnight gasped and pushed her chair away from me violently, almost knocking herself over in the process. “Get away from me motherfucker!” She yelled. Not the reaction I was expecting.
“She won’t shake your hand. Get some breakfast, Hun. I’ll join you as soon as I send this email. By the way, her name is *******” The owner snickered.
I wondered what she would do if did walk around naked. So, just to be an ass, I didn’t dress. I sat at the table, naked, and started eating.
The two of them talked about some sort of business jargon, and I was almost finished when the Owner finally joined me. A minute later Midnight was sitting next to her, well away from me.
“So what do you do on a cruise to Hawaii? I’ve never been on a ship this big before. ” I asked.
“Everyone does their job.” Midnight said.
“A job. I’d like a job.” I said happily.
“Yes, er…well…I could talk to the captain I guess.” The owner said uncomfortably.
“I’m thinking shark bait for this asshole.” Midnight said.
“You should probably brush your teeth, your mouth is pretty filthy,” I said in retaliation.
Her eyes widened. Score.
The Owner laughed then. “*****, please give us an hour or so, to uh, talk.”
They stared at each other, and Midnight’s mouth dropped. “This asshole is a nobody. You can’t be serious, ******” (The owner’s real name)
A tall male crew member came into the suite, holding a tablet. Midnight jumped from the table and took it from him and played with it.
“Lopez, found it in the pool this morning. We can get you another in two days.” The guy said as he held his hands up and away from Midnight.
“Port, Peter, she can do without till port.” The owner said. He nodded.
I got up, about to introduce myself to ‘Peter’, within arm’s reach of Midnight, “Hey, I’m…”. She turned and attacked me with the tablet. Using both hands she started wailing on me. The first hit barely touched me, the second one hit my shoulder hard, and I stopped her with her arms upraised by holding her wrists.
The tablet fell to the floor, as Peter yelled, “Don’t touch her!”
She went into that shaky quivering thing, and then out, again. Again, I was holding her up, still confused.
“I can…” Peter said.
“No need, get her to the bed, it doesn’t matter now.” The owner said as she raised her right hand.
“I didn’t do anything,” I said defensively, picked her up, and moved her to the bed.
“We know…just…I’ll talk with her when she comes out of it.” The Owner said.
“Tell the staff, lunch at the pool, and inform my husband of Midnight’s…situation. Peter, close the door on your way out.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” And he turned and left.
With the door closed, the owner started to undress. “I wanted to use the fucking bed. We still could, but if she wakes while I’m fucking you she might kill the both of us in her current state.”
“I don’t understand.” I really didn’t.
“SEX! I want sex! Don’t be daft.” The owner said.
“I got that part, but why does she do what she does?” I asked.
The owner sighed, then told me about Midnight’s “condition”. I forgave her for hitting me, and the harsh words I said to her made me feel ashamed.
It was more horrifying than my own daughter’s MS to me. At least my daughter could take medication to contain her illness. Only a new brain would help Midnight.
In my head, I couldn’t switch from embarrassment to excitement at first. It took a while, and showering together helped a lot. We ended up on the couch again, then back in the shower. Afterward, I dressed, casually picked up my cell, and listened to my voicemails on speaker.
First, my mom thanking me for the money I sent her.
The second, work-related, something I couldn’t do anything about.
The third, a crying daughter, apologizing that she needed money for her infusion in three weeks since she didn’t start her new job for another week. Damn China Covid, damn them forever.
The fourth, a message thanking me for fixing the toilet tank valve, sparing her the need for calling the plumber. Promises of love.
The owner stood by the open the door. “Can I have the code? Or a card?” I asked as we walked out.
“You’ll have to earn it.” She said. My jaw dropped.


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