Cast
Hooligan -- Horny Goofball shipmate
Captain Johan Grumpy -- Captain of the S.S. Phallic
Lovely & Thirsty Powell -- Multi Millionaires -- money comes from Adult Toy & Video Sales
Sara Caldwell -"Doctor" - Nerdy sex psychologist/ with a minor in bugs. Has a dark desire
MaryEllen Springs- sweet not so innocent likes to explore
Saffron - Porn Star
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Opening scene:
The midday sun was warm on their skin as they patiently waited for the Captain and his shipmate Holligan to prepare the boat for the short tour around the islands. The guests, five in all, were killing time before they could eventually check in at their hotels.
The Captain looked over his manifest of passengers. Saffron, Dr. Sara Caldwell, MaryEllen Springs.
Then there was Mr. & Mrs. Powell. Lovely and Thirsty. Unusual name thought the Captain as he looked over the list once more.
Lovely was a good word to describe Mrs. Powell he thought. Older, yet attractive. Long black hair, full lips, nice figure, nothing to big or too small. Thirsty Powell looked like a man who was accustomed to getting what he wants. Well dressed, Rolex watch, Bentley Platinum Sunglasses, and designer shorts and shirt.
Dr. Sara Caldwell. He wondered what she was a doctor of. She was tall for a woman, nearly six-foot. Large breasts, nice ass, and legs that could wrap around a sailor and squeeze. She had long sandy blonde hair and wore dark rimmed glasses. She looked smart.
MaryEllen Springs was a bubbly twenty-one year old. Short, only five two, small breasts, hair barely past her neck and wearing pigtails. Always smiling and flirting. Short shorts and tube top over her bikini.
Finally, he looked at Saffron. Red hair, gorgeous face, large breasts, thin waist, curvy hips, wearing high heals, short shorts, bikini top and large brimmed hat. Clearly trying to disguise her good looks, or maybe to hide the fact she was hung over.
It appeared that none personally knew the other, although Hooligan thought he recognized Saffron from one of her recent movies, 'Horny Hilo Helicopter Ride III'. He took everyone's luggage and put it on the boat and told the Captain he was all set.
"Hello folks, welcome aboard the S.S. Phallic. I'm your Captain, Johan Grumpy. Just call me Captain. This is a great little boat and we'll shove off in just a minute. Please make yourselves comfortable, Hooligan will bring you beverages in a minute."
"Hooligan!" shouted the Captain, "Shove off!"
Hooligan removed the moorings and threw the ropes to the dock, along with the anchor. He realized too late and sheepishly looked back to the Captain, but he had his back to Hooligan and didn't notice.
The mighty little sailing ship motored through the marina and Hooligan began his task of handing out the tropical punch to each person.
"Egad! This is awful. I can't taste any alcohol!" gasped Thirsty Powell.
"Boy! Get my luggage and I'll show you how to make a Martini."
"Yes sir, Mr. Powell. Which suitcase?" Hooligan asked.
"Any of them my boy! There's a bottle in each. Ha!"
Hooligan did as asked and brought out a small carry on bag.
"Not THAT one!" Mr. Powell shouted and grabbed it from Hooligans arms.
"That's Mrs. Powell's special bag of goodies. Grab another one. The trunk is full of bottles."
Hooligan went below deck and lugged up the trunk that Mr. Powell was talking about.The Captain came down from his drivers perch to talk with his guests just as Hooligan dropped Mr. Powell's trunk down, landing right on the Captains foot.
"Ooh!" yelled the Captain as he hopped around the boat in pain.
"Hooligan!" he shouted as he removed his Captains hat and hit Hooligan over the head with it.
"Sorry folks. As I was about to say, we're going to sail around the islands for a few hours, There's plenty of room up front if you want to lay out and relax. Back here on the stern or if you want to get out of the sun, you can go below deck and lie down. So just enjoy yourself and let Hooligan or I know if we can do anything for you."
Snorkel gear was available for anyone who wanted to try. The Captain informed them of a couple of spots that were good although they were a little out-of-the-way. He had set the autopilot to head due west while he and Hooligan attended to the passengers.
A larger wave struck the ship and Hooligan bumped the autopilot switching it off and the ship began to sail off course. He carried a large bowl of the tropical punch in his arms when the ship hit another wave causing him to lose his balance. Try as he might to save the punch, he spilled it on the Captain.
While the Captain went below to change his shirt, Hooligan got a mop to clean up the punch. The ship hit another large wave and Hooligan fell against the controls, breaking the radio antenna and the compass. He didn't tell the Captain.
The ship continued to motor on and turned ever so slightly from the originally intended direction. Meanwhile, Saffron and MaryEllen moved to the front of the ship and laid in the sun to tan themselves.
Mr. & Mrs. Powell continued to drink and the Doctor continued to read her book. The front cover read 'The Tipping Point" by Malcolm Gladwell, but she stapled that over the real stories she was reading. Erotica. Short Stories, by Kinkynkazoo. An author of some repute who wrote personal stories for and about others fantasies. His other pen name, Newkinkstories were also included.
"Whatever are you reading dear?" Lovely Powell asked the Doctor.
"What? Oh! Just getting ideas." she truthfully told the elder woman.
"Well, I'm no psychologist, but I noticed you twirling your hair, biting your lower lip and your breathing has quickened."
The Doctor, sat up, straightened her shirt and put her book in her backpack, before replying.
"Studying one's mind does tend to fascinate me. I'm Doctor Sara Caldwell." she said extending her hand.
Lovely took the offered hand, but instead of shaking it, she placed it on her breast.
"I'm very pleased to meet you Doctor. I'm Lovely. Lovely Powell."
"Yes, you are. Um, Yes, nice to meet you too." replied the Doctor.
Must be something in the punch she thought to herself, or was she that transparent. She didn't know, nor did she know just how much she was going to enjoy this little cruise. She stood up carefully and climbed up the ladder to the top of the ship where the Captain and Hooligan were.
The Captain was trying to get a weather report but couldn't understand why there was no radio signal. He checked the radio and it was able to receive, just not transmit. Before he could say anything to Hooligan, the ship's engine quit. He looked at the gas gauge. Empty.
"Hooligan?"
The Captain asked in a fatherly voice.
"Did you fill up the gas tank before we left port like I asked you too?"
"Gas tank? What gas tank?" Hooligan replied.
In a sudden realization, he followed up with,