I actually want him.
This isn’t playing pretend because I have to. I would’ve gladly fucked him after feeling his cock. Generously endowed would be a vast understatement. But I still have a job to do. I just wish I could have a little fun while I’m at it. However, I can tell he reads me too well. He’s probably had a lifetime of training to do it so subtly.
“I didn’t even get to ask you your name. I’m Tiffani with an i.”
That sounds so incredibly lame to my own ears. But I’ve used that line many times in the past in different situations whenI’m trying to seduce a guy. I definitely don’t need anyone here knowing my real name is Vittoria Trevisan.
“I’m Berto.”
We stare at each other. My fear that he’s made me ratchets up about another ten levels. I’m certain he knows that’s not my real name just like I know that isn’t his. Considering this job, it would make sense that I wouldn’t use my real one. But maybe I should’ve picked something more like Candy. Hell, even Peppermint.
“It’s nice to meet you, Berto.”
“You sure were sweet, sugar.” His pretend accent is as good as my fake one.
I put sugar on my breasts and around the pasties in case a guy gets a little too frisky and licks me. This isn’t my first time impersonating a stripper. I definitely felt more comfortable tonight than I did back then. If anybody were going to lick my tits, I wish it were Alejandro. I’d hoped to score a private lap dance with him in a cabin.
I would’ve fucked him. I’m sure of it. I’ve never crossed that line during a job before. I’ve kissed people and let them grope me, but that’s as far as it’s ever gone.
Tonight…
Tonight, I would’ve let it go that far for my own personal reasons. It certainly wouldn’t have hurt my mission. I could’ve gotten off while also distracting him long enough to drug him. I would’ve grabbed a sequined shawl I tie around my waist at the beginning of a private dance. The shawl gives the illusion of stripping when I’m already naked.
It would’ve given me a chance to grab the tiny syringe. It would be a tiny pinch I could play off as my nails grazing the back of his neck. The medicine is slow-acting, so the effects wouldn’t have kicked in until the end of the cruise. But I missed my opportunity. We’re back at the dock now.
“It’s not every night there’s a guy who stands up for us. I appreciate you stepping in earlier.”
“It was the right thing to do. Nobody wants to see his micropenis. I was happy to help.”
I’m certain he searched the cabins downstairs since I don’t believe for a moment he was even a touch seasick. I found nothing during my search when I came aboard. If he’d rummaged through my purse, he would’ve found single-use needles labeled as insulin. But no diabetic would take what’s in there. The sedative combined with nerve blockers could incapacitate an elephant once they fully kick in.
If only we’d been in a car or hotel room in private.
I know he’s watching me even though he’s pretending to appear a little seasick again when the boat nudges against the dock. He hangs back while some of the other guys get off. All but the guest of honor and Alejandro are drunk. There’s a guy handing out cash to all the women.
It’s the asshole from earlier. The one who arranged this charter and the show. When Petey comes to stand in front of me, he smirks, fans out money in his hand, then turns away from me.
“You can be an asshole all night long, but don’t be a cheap one.”
Guess I didn’t want a tip after all. My mouth runs away from me, and I almost forget I’m standing with Alejandro and the guy who definitely isn’t “Vinny.” Julián suits the guest of honor far better.
“You can be a whore who doesn’t get paid.”
Now he’s really pissed me off. I sense Alejandro tense, but he’s letting me handle this.
“You don’t think we know who all of you guys are? You don’t think we do a little research before we accept these jobs?”
“Youthinkyou know who we work for? Then you’re not very bright if you’re talking about it.”
“And you’re not very bright to have come here without your wedding ring.”
He flinches. I don’t relent.
“Oh yeah, I saw your shadow of shame. You might’ve taken it off, but your suntan line screams married from a mile away. The skin on that part of your finger is so white it glows. Pay me my fair share, or I’ll hop on social media and let your wife know what you’ve been up to. Or better yet, maybe I’ll tell your boss. We know who you work for since none of us are stupid.”
As the women I’m with say goodbye to the other guys, I grab my bag that was stowed out of the way. I take the money he offers and drop it in there. I slip into my slinky cocktail dress before pulling a card from the bag and palming it. I walk back over to Alejandro. I know I look desperate as fuck, and I’m towing a very fine line. But I give it one more shot.
As I press my body against him, I wish I were still naked. This dress is so short and tight that I may as well be. I have a coat in my bag I’ll put on top of it before walking around in public.
