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.

Chapter 6: Silence on the sea 

The next morning, the soft hum of the yacht's engine blended with the sound of waves lapping against the hull.

Tori woke to sunlight spilling through the cream curtains, her body sore and tangled in the thin white sheets that still smelled faintly like him.

Jules stood shirtless by the window, a cup of black coffee in his hand, staring out at the endless stretch of blue as if it held all the answers he didn't want to give.

Neither of them said much. The air between them felt thick, heavy with the kind of silence that follows too much honesty or too much pleasure.

Tori cleared her throat softly, slipping into her clothes.

"I, um... I should probably head home," she murmured.

Jules glanced over, the corner of his mouth lifting in that lazy smirk she was beginning to recognize. "Yeah... I'll walk you out. Order a ride."

"I need a quick bath, I smell like pussy..." She said, walking into the bathroom. 

***

Outside, the morning breeze brushed against her skin as her phone buzzed, a ride waited at the dock. Jules walked beside her, hands shoved in his pockets, quiet but protective.

When they reached the car, she opened the door and looked at him.

"So... this is goodbye?" she asked lightly.

"Not really," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I'll call you tonight. Maybe even come pick you up."

She smiled, hopeful. "I'll hold you to that."

He grinned, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her cheek before watching her leave.

***

By the time Tori got home, she was floating on air.

Her roommate, Ciara, sat on the couch, painting her nails blood red. She glanced up, her expression twisting into a half frown.

"Look who finally decided to come home," Ciara said flatly. "I heard this is your first time in town and you're already whoring around." 

Tori ignored the tone. She was too happy for drama.

She hummed under her breath, heading straight for a hot bath. Steam filled the bathroom as she sank into the water, the memory of Jules's hands replaying in her mind. She moaned softly, still imagining his dick in her pussy. 

Afterward, she threw on a robe, ordered pizza, and curled up in front of the TV. Every few minutes, she checked her phone.

Nothing yet. 

"He's probably busy..." She said to herself, softly. 

Two hours passed. Then three.

Five hours later, the pizza box was empty and her eyelids were heavy. Still no call, no text.

She dozed off with her phone clutched to her chest.

***

When she woke, the room was dark. Her heart jumped, maybe she had missed it. She grabbed her phone.

No missed calls.

No messages.

His last seen: that morning.

Her stomach twisted. She typed, deleted, and retyped before finally sending a quick message.

"Hey, Jules."

No reply came. 

***

Four weeks later.

His last seen still read four weeks ago.

No texts. No calls. No explanations. Just silence.

Tori's eyes were swollen from crying. Her skin burned with fever, her heart heavy with confusion and hurt.

A text came in from her father.

Dad:

I've sent you money. Stay low until I say otherwise. You're doing a good job. 

She stared at the screen, tears blurring the words.

Stay low? For how long? 

Tossing the phone across the bed, she buried her face in the pillow, sobbing quietly. Her body was weak, her emotions shattered.

Ciara's voice was annoyingly loud as she walked in, holding a plastic bag of meds.

"Girl, you've been crying for weeks. Enough already."

"I can't stop thinking about him," Tori whispered, her voice breaking. "He just disappeared, Ciara. No goodbye, no nothing. I miss him." 

Ciara rolled her eyes, pulling out the paracetamol. "Welcome to Victoria Island, babe. Every man here is a scam, a scum, or both. Say, I hook you up with a real bad ass nigga that's gon' still pay you good money for having fun with him." 

Tori gave a broken laugh through her tears. "I don't want just any man. I want Jules."

Ciara snorted. "Then you're officially doomed."

Tori licked her lips. "Who's gon' call me Charmy?" 

Ciara sighed, shaking her head. "Is this what brought you to Oniro? Girl, how are you going to make money if all you think about is Jules? How are you even able to pay rent because you haven't left this house in four weeks!" 

"What money?" Tori raised her head to look at her. "Make what money?" 

"You didn't come here to hustle?" Ciara couldn't hide the shock in her. "Girl quit playing with me, everyone in Oniro is hustling...I guess you got a rich sugar daddy that's bank rolling you...whatever, just take your meds and eat. Stop thinking about that nigga, for real." 

Tori laid back, pouting. "I still remember what he smells like. I miss laying in his arms and running my fingers down his hairy sexy chest." She held the pillow tighter. "I miss Jules..." 

"It was just one night!" Ciara shook her head. "No you don't miss him, you just miss dick. And bitch I'm telling you, I could get you a rich dick...for real though. Big rich dick...just how you love it." 

"If you really want to help me, get me Jules." Tori closed her eyes, turning to face the other side of the room.