Chapter 3: A time on the Yacht 

"You made it."

The guy's voice was close as Tori stepped out of the car, the dock lights cutting the dark into short bright lines.

Jules' friend walked ahead, carrying a small bag and moving like he belonged. He led her down the pier, past rows of boats with music coming from them.

She kept her handbag close. The yacht tied at the end of the pier looked bigger than she had imagined from the photos on Jules' profile. White and glossy, with polished rails and a name stenciled on the stern. Someone had tied a rope with a neat knot, the sort you saw in movies. Men in dark shirts stood near the gangway, watching without much expression.

"Be careful stepping up," one of them said without smile.

Tori felt the knot in her stomach again. She had always hated water. It wasn't just fear, it sat there at the bottom of her, tight and cold. She'd never learned to swim properly. The lake from when she was little came back in flashes and the memory tightened her throat now.

She forced one foot onto the gangway and then the other. The wood shifted under her shoes. The yacht tilted a little. The motion almost made her drop her handbag. Somebody laughed from a yacht close by and the sound annoyed her.

She looked up and saw another yacht moving fast through the water, loud with people. She could see heads bent close together, hands on shoulders, hair wet with spray. A small group gathered around a low table with a mirrored tray. Someone leaned, and white lines were there. She watched one man bend and snort Cocaine, her stomach turned.

On the far side a third yacht had its deck full and bright. There was a woman everyone would recognize, she was in magazines, she smiled at red carpets and she lay across the deck.

A man who was not her husband was on top of her, both of them open to the night and nobody seemed to care about shame as the man raised her legs to place on his shoulder, fucked her harder and she moaned loudly. Tori's mouth went dry and she couldn't look away.

The friend led her up the short steps and onto the yacht. The wood on the deck felt solid and waxed under her shoes. A steward in a neat shirt took her handbag and nodded. The cabin smelled of lemon oil and expensive stuff. Narrow hallways led down into a living space with leather couches and low tables. Glassware was lined up behind a small bar.

"Jules said to give this to you," the friend said, handing her a small card. "He'll be back in a bit."

She opened it carefully. It said welcome and had a phone number. She slid it into her pocket and looked around. Pieces of a life here were obvious, framed photos, a sculptural bowl, a neat stack of magazines. Everything had been placed so it read like a curated set.

The friend shut the cabin door behind him and walked back down the gangway. The sound of his steps faded.

She stood there a second. Then a voice said, "Hey."

He was in the doorway, like he'd been waiting a little while. Jules was taller and more handsome than his pictures made him look. He had a cute beard and a jacket that fit the yacht. He smiled, casual and easy, and walked over.

"Hi," she said. It came out smaller than she wanted.

He hugged her quickly, that polite, testing kind of hug, and she felt some of the tension ease. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Fine." She wasn't. But she didn't explain the call from her father's hospital bed or that he told her to leave Washington and never come back. She didn't want to tell him that.

"Sit. I'll get us something," Jules said. He moved to the bar and poured a drink from a bottle. The yacht rocked gently. Light from other boats smeared across the windows, it sounded like a distant party.

He handed her a glass of Whiskey. "You want something stronger?" he asked.

"I want molly," she said. Saying it sounded odd and she was shocked she said that.

She kept four years in school watching her friends do molly and other drugs but never did she get tempted to try. But tonight she wanted the edge taken down, wanted a quiet she didn't have at the moment.

Jules didn't judge. "Alright. I can get that."

He left out the small door to the deck and the night air hit him. Tori watched the door close and felt the cabin grow bigger and emptier without him.

She walked through the cabin. Everything felt like a set. A framed photograph of a sunset. A travel book. A neat tray of glassware. She reached a small rail looking out to the bow and leaned on it.

Water moved below in small waves that made lights smear like paint. People on the other boats were closer now, their voices high. Someone on the loud yacht shouted and others laughed. A young man leaned too far over his rail and someone grabbed him by the shirt.

She thought about how she couldn't tell anyone where she was. Her father had said leave and not use the name.

She looked at the water and the old fear pushed in. She pictured hands dragging her out and the cold closing her throat. She tried to breathe slow and not let the image stay.

Jules came back carrying a small envelope and a cup. He sat down opposite her like nothing had changed. His fingers were steady when he set them down. He offered the cup. "You sure?" he asked softly.

She nodded then swallowed the pill. The world softened a little around the edges. Jules asked about her self, where she grew up, how long she'd been in the city. She gave short wrong answers. He listened without prying too deep.

Outside, the other boats moved and laughed and did things that looked reckless. The bright yacht with the white lines had drawn in closer and its people were louder now. The celebrity's blanket was gone and the couple on the deck were performing free porn for anyone who wanted to watch. Tori felt like she was watching something she hadn't asked to be part of.

Jules was easy to look at, he kept smiling and there was a calm to him she wanted to trust for one night.

He stood after a while. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," he said, touching her shoulder for a second. The touch was light but it had a possessive edge. He went out the door to the deck and his footsteps moved away.

She stayed where she was and tried to keep her breathing even. The pills weren't doing what she wanted them to do, didn't her friends say they were happy pills? How come she wasn't happy?

The thought that someone could shove her over the side pinged her brain. She measured the distance from the deck to the water in a way she shouldn't have. It felt possible.

She moved toward the bow again. The deck was cooler now and the wind pulled her hair back. She closed her eyes and mouthed a small prayer, it steadied her a little.

The lights went off.

There were no sound from other boats as well, in fact the we're gone. Tori's breath caught.

"Jules?" She called softly.

For a second there was no answer. Then the yacht took a deep thud, a sound that ran through the floor and made pictures on the wall wobble. Glass chimed somewhere as a cup moved on a table. The boat tilted in a way that made her stomach drop and then settle. Water slapped the hull loud, loud enough that it felt like a beating.

Her fingers found the metal rail and she held on as the dark closed around everything.

Chapter 4: First night with bad boy 

Tori ran back inside the Yacht, breathing heavily. She didn't know if inside was worse as it was darker inside. At least she was away from the water and there was no possibility of a whale coming to attack her inside. 

She stood for a while, her mind racing in fear. 

"Hey...It's fine, I am here now." Jules said, pulling Tori into his arms. "Shhh..." He gently stroked her hair. 

He reached for a switch and turned the lights back on. "It's back on now, relax." 

Tori nodded, slowly pulling out of his arms. She didn't hear him walk inside, she exhaled then sat on the couch, staring at the TV. She forced a smile. "This is my first time being on board...umm, I was a bit scared when the lights went off because..." 

Jules smiled, looking away. Pretending to be searching for something. He was trying so hard not to make her feel more embarrassed or uncomfortable. 

"So Tori...is this your first time in Victoria Island?" 

"Yes...I just came in today." 

"Explains why you were on a dating app." 

"Excuse you?" 

Jules shrugged, sitting on the couch opposite hers. "I was wondering why a fyn shyyyt would agree to come see me on the very first day we got talking." 

Tori softened, sipping the wine he offered. She could feel her head spin a bit, she was starting to feel giddy. "Glad I took the risk of coming here. For a minute I thought you were a serial killer." 

Jules relaxed into the couch, staring at her. "Victoria Island is a beautiful city...let's cut the chase, how much for a night?" 

Tori's face flashed in anger she tried to control. "How much for what?" 

"To have you for the night, Tori." Jules scoffed. "I guess that's not even your real name. I don't like to waste time, how about $250? Is that a deal?"  

Tori froze. She placed the glass gently on the table, crossing her legs. Even if she wanted to get angry, the molly wasn't letting the anger take control. "Why are you offering me $250?" 

"Fine," Jules sighed. "$500 is a deal for me." 

Tori stretched to grab her handbag that was on the other side of the couch. "It was nice meeting you, Jules." She said, getting up. 

"Stay, I'll make it $800." Jules responded casually. 

"While I appreciate your offer, I am not a call girl. Good night." She walked to the entrance and stood confused, staring at the door. 

"I know you don't know your way around a Yatch, so just get back here." He walked to where she was standing and pulled her to sit on his laps. "I'm sorry..." 

"Why would you assume that of me?" She stared deep into his eyes as she asked. "Do I look like one?" 

Jules shrugged. "You live in Oniro and you were on a dating site...came out to see me first night I asked."

"So?"

"Everything about that says I am a call girl. Every girl that lives in Oniro is into selling pussy." Jules got up, giving Tori her hand. "If you truly don't sell pussy, then you'll need to leave Oniro." 

Tori took his hand and he pulled her to her feet, placing a kiss on her lips. "Let's go to the bow of the Yacht." 

"Well I don't sell pussy and I am not leaving Oniro simply because a group of men think every girl that leaves there is into prostitution." She said as she followed him. "How about I say all the men in Oniro are thieves?" 

A laugh escaped his lips as they sat on the bow of the Yacht. "Yes they are baby...every single one of them."

He noticed how she shivered, it was cold. He took off his jacket and helped her slip it on. 

She frowned. "And where the hell do you stay? Or you live everyday on this Yatch?" 

"When I am not here, I am everywhere else."

"Whose Yacht is this?" 

"My boss..." 

Tori made a face, laughing. "Guess who borrowed his boss's Yacht tonight?" She stuck a tongue out. "Jules!" 

Jules laughed at that, allowing her express herself. "I didn't borrow it. I am the captain of this ship." 

Tori leaned closer to him, laughing and kissing his lips. "Whatever. Just shut up." 

She stared at him sexily and hungrily. Crazy thoughts ran through her head. She wondered what he was like in bed, was he just going to sit there all night and talk about Oniro instead of taking her to his bed and making love to her? 

Isn't that what every guy wanted, pussy? She didn't come to hear scary stories of Oniro, thieves and prostitution. She came to take her mind off her father, she came to have good sex she hasn't had in a long while and relax. 

"All houses in Oniro where women stay are owned by pimps. You could see like 20 girls sharing a one bedroom apartment, rent is quite high as well. But a bitch got to be a bitch to survive this city." 

Tori looked at the waves, clearly uninterested. No, she really hoped he could see how uninterested she was in his stories. 

"The wave is beautiful at night. I don't see you making videos for memories." Jules said, following her eyes. "Look over there, you'll see fishermen." He pointed at a spot across. "Do you like fish? I could buy some for you..." He pulled her phone out of her palm and flipped to the camera, taking pictures and recording. 

Tori frowned, letting out small laugh. She couldn't even remember the last time she cooked. What was wrong with him? She sighed again, trying to rub her legs together. Her pussy was calling for him right now and all he cared about was Oniro, water wave...stupid fishes. 

"Let's go on a Jet Ski..." Jules said. "Trust me, you'll like it. We could get food...are you hungry? What would you love to eat? There's a beautiful restaurant near by..." 

"Take me to the bedroom, I am sleepy." She interrupted. Not that she was sleepy, she just needed dick. She faked a sleepy face trying to keep her eyes open. 

"I guess the molly got you feeling sleepy." He replied. "Never taken molly before, I prefer weed." He wrapped a hand around her waist and carefully led her to the bedroom. "Easy, charmy." 

Tori smiled as he helped her climb the bed. Finally! She took her time to look at him. Why was he still in his pants? He looked BIG down there though. Big dick but he just a big talker! 

"Coming..." He said. "Let me lock up." 

She nodded quietly, still smiling. Her eyes darted to the table clock. It was 2AM. 

Jules came back into the bedroom, he took his shirts off and pants, then slowly climbed the bed. He looked over at her, staring at her smiley face. His hands pulled down her skirt. No panties huh? Pussy well shaved and already wet...damn. What more could a nigga ask for? 

He smacked his lips as he stripped her naked. When he was done, he laid her back on the bed and parted her legs wide open. 

Tori couldn't tell if she was moaning in her head or if it was loud. She could only hope it wasn't as loud as she sounded. 

Hell, she was loud. That was by far the best head she had ever gotten in her life. She whimpered as his tongue was working wonders in her clit. 

What more could a girl want on a boring depressing graduating night? 

Her fingers dug into his hair, her legs shaking vigorously. She couldn't remember the last time she prayed but tonight she prayed he didn't stop. 

He spent a couple more minutes in her pussy before he raised his head, and slammed his dick inside her. The entry was smooth as fuck, her moaning changed as he fucked her slowly while his lips played with her nipples. 

By the time he went harder, she was already placing one hand over her mouth to stop herself from yelling. The other hand held the bedsheets tightly as if they were going to save her from the sweetness of his dick. 

He was sweating when his cum poured into her pussy, he stayed there for awhile before trying to pull out but Tori's legs wrapped around his waist tightly, holding him there.

Chapter 5: Eat that pusssssyyyyy 

Jules laughed, looking at her. "Hey mama..." 

Tori laughed too, shaking her head. If he was asking if he could go, then no was the answer. He wasn't allowed to go the fuck anywhere. He could just come live in her pussy forever. 

"That's a big nigga..." Tori said when she finally put her legs down, she stared at his dick admiringly. Damn. It was big, beautiful, sweet. It was the best sex and dick she ever had, and it was addictive. She licked her lips, looking away, embarrassed and shy she wanted more. 

Jules looked away, trying hard not to laugh at her. "It might be the molly talking but I like the way it sounds." 

The second round was even crazier, he bent her over for a doggy and in a couple of minutes they both had their cum everywhere on the bed. Jules relaxed into her pussy, exhaling. It was even sweeter from the back. Slowly he raised his head, staring at her...her cute lips. She had the warmest and juiciest pussy he'd ever seen. 

"Ummm...can I yunno...wash off?" Tori asked, with a coy smile on her lips. "And...I want to pee too." 

"Sure." Jules responded with a quick nod and smile, pulling out. 

Tori stood outside the bathroom, frowning at the silent sink. She turned the handle again, nothing. Not even a drip.

"Jules!" she called out. "Your fancy boat's broken."

From somewhere on deck, his voice drifted back, amused. "It's not broken. You didn't turn the water on."

She blinked. "How do I do that?"

A few moments later, Jules appeared in the narrow hallway, still drying his hands on a towel. The smirk on his lips made her stomach do a small, ridiculous flip.

"You city people," he teased, brushing past her. "You think yachts run like apartments."

He crouched beside a small panel on the wall, flipped a silver lever, and pressed a button. A soft hum filled the air.

"There," he said, straightening. "Water's on. Don't forget to turn it off when you're done or you'll drain the tank."

Tori raised a brow. "So many rules for just peeing."

"Welcome to yacht life," he said, grin widening. "Try not to break anything."

She rolled her eyes and went inside. "I'll try."

The door clicked shut behind her. Jules chuckled quietly and leaned on the wall, waiting.

A minute later, she came out, looking sheepish but freshly washed.

"Everything okay?" he asked casually.

"Mm-hmm." She smoothed her hair, pretending she was confident. 

"You didn't flush tissue in there, did you?"

Tori froze. "What?"

Jules tilted his head, that teasing spark back in his eyes. "Tell me you didn't."

"I... did," she admitted slowly. "Is that-bad?"

He groaned dramatically. "Disaster level bad. You can't flush tissue here. It'll clog the pipes and jam the pump. You're supposed to use the bin."

Her eyes went wide. "You're joking."

"I wish I was. The last time someone did that, we had to call a plumber in the middle of the ocean."

"I told you this is my first time on a yatch." Tori's face flushed pink. "Oh my God, Jules!"

He laughed softly, stepping closer. "Relax. I'll check the system. You're not the first to do it."

"That doesn't make me feel better," she muttered, avoiding his gaze.

He bent a little, catching her eyes anyway. "You're cute when you panic, you know that?"

Tori blinked, her heart skipping. "And you're insufferable when you're smug."

He grinned. "Good thing I'm both charming and useful then."

She shook her head, trying not to smile. "Next time, maybe give me a manual before I destroy your precious yacht."

"Or," he said, his voice dropping playfully, "I could just give you a private tour. One on one lessons. Hands on."

Tori bit back a laugh. "I bet you'd like that."

"Oh, I'd love it," Jules said with a wink.

Her blush deepened. She turned away, pretending to study the sea through the porthole. "You're impossible."

"Come over here," he murmured, his grin audible in his tone. "Bring that pussy lemme eat it real good." 

The boat rocked gently beneath them, waves glimmering outside. Between the hum of the water and Jules's lingering smirk. 

He led her to the bed, slowly opening her legs, a bottle of liquor in one hand. 

She understood the assignment and happily spreed her legs wide open. Anything for Jules. 

Tori was yelling his name, scattering her hair as he emptied the bottle of liquor in her pussy then sucked on it.