Twenty Two
One of her 'more important' clients had received a rather large landfall, in no small part to her advice. As thanks, he offered to let her use 'his boat' for a few days. Not quite sure what 'boat' meant, she had politely declined. However, her curiosity got the best of her, as it is prone to do, and she called him to inquire further.
Turns out the 'boat' was an 80 foot tri-maran, based out of one of the more secluded islands near the US Virgin Islands chain. He kept a professional crew on board constantly, so it was immediately ready whenever he got a whim to fly down. Or, as in this case, he wanted to loan it out.
"All you have to do is show up, and they'll take you anywhere you want to go, do whatever you wish to do. You can even take that boyfriend of yours, if you wish," he had offered.
After thanking him and getting the details of who to contact, she hung up and wondered aloud "How the fuck did he know I was seeing someone?" Office gossip, no doubt, though she would have to be a bit more careful who she bragged about him to.
Five weeks later, after quite a few phone calls, some coordination with him to figure out timing, a flight to Miami followed by a couple of puddle jumpers, and a hop with a suicidal taxi driver, she is standing on a pier looking out over a small harbor. She dials the number she had been given on her phone, and tells the female voice on the other end that she had arrived. She is asked to sit tight for a few minutes, then look for a motor launch to pull up for her.
7 minutes later, she watches as a RIB pulls up alongside the pier. A gorgeous dirty blonde jumps up and out, tying the small craft up. She watches the blonde as she walks directly over.
"Hi there. You must be for the Sassy Bitch?" the young woman asks.
"I beg your pardon?" she blurts out, not quite sure what to make of what the blonde has just said.
"Oh, sorry. That's the name of our boat. Guess they didn't tell you that, huh? The name's BJ, by the way."
"No, no one mentioned it. How did you know it was me?" she inquires, honestly wondering how the young woman picked her out so fast.
BJ makes a show of looking around, then quips "Are you kidding?"
Following BJ's lead, a quick glance around her makes it abundantly clear that she sticks out like a sore thumb. It's obvious she is the only 'outsider' on this pier, from the amount of clothing she has on down to the slightly pale tint to her skin.
"Hmmm. I see your point. Gonna have to work on my tan a bit, it seems."
BJ chuckles a bit, picks up one of her bags, and turns to walk back to the RIB.
Admiring the shapely ass swaying in front of her, she shakes her head. A blonde, named BJ, wearing a bright red bikini whose number of square inches of fabric could be counted on the fingers of one hand, in the middle of a tropical paradise. This was certainly starting off nicely.
The short ride out to the Sassy Bitch is smooth, the harbor's water is like glass even at mid-day. BJ handled the little craft well, and has no trouble pulling it up to the stern of the tri-maran. Her guide takes her to the wheelhouse, and asks her to wait there just a minute. After two minutes, BJ returns with two others in tow.
"Welcome to the Sassy Bitch. My name is Jenna, I'm her Captain."
The brunette who is addressing her is beautiful. About 5 feet eight, Jenna's hair is dark brown with a hint of reddish highlights, and cut short. Wearing a Navy blue bikini bottom, the Captain's top is a thin, loose fitting white shirt, unbuttoned and tied high on her waist. The open area between the shirt's halves make it obvious that she's not wearing the bikini's matching top half underneath. The Captain's epulettes on her shoulders stand out, as do her nipples. The white cotton does a poor job of covering them. It is difficult to look the Captain in the eyes, with two tight, brownish colored nips stretching against the thin material.
"Hi, thanks. Sassy Bitch?" she asks, hoping to get an explanation for the name.
"Oh, that's what the Boss decided to name her. I think it had something to do with one of his ex-wives," came Jenna's off hand explanation.
The Captain points toward her assembled crew. "You've met Bailey Jo, BJ for short. She's our Entertainment Coordinator. In a nutshell, she's the primary person responsible for keeping you happy while you are with us. And yes, the name has more than one meaning."
Instantly she wonders if one of those meanings is the most obvious one. Bailey Jo is simply a stunning young lady. Maybe and inch or so shorter than she was, her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. The tiny bikini did very little to cover her large tits. From the way she had seen them jiggle while BJ walked, it was obvious they were not silicon balloons. The nipples strain against the thin red wedges of material covering them. It is certainly not cold, but BJ's tips look like it is about 20 degrees outside. The large puffy areola stand out from the masses of her breasts, their profiles easy to discern with a quick glance, the edges peeking out from the red material.
Rivaling her breasts as center of attention is her beautiful ass. Pleasingly rounded, it fits perfectly with her womanly hips. The girl must give one hell of a ride to any man lucky enough to hop in the saddle, she muses to herself. All in all, she is reminded of her girlfriend Sara as she takes another look at BJ.
The blonde doesn't say anything to her, just smiles and gives a little flirty wave.
Captain Jenna continues, "And here we have JD. JD is our resident Chef, Mechanic, and Chief Security Officer."
The man who steps forward takes her breath away. He's about six two, and ripped like an ad for a steroid manufacturer. What is not covered by the shorts he is wearing is bronze, tanned by who knows how many hours in the tropics. His close cropped hair was light brown, framing a face that had movie star looks surrounding piercing blue eyes. She instantly pegs him for ex-Navy. While giving him a good look over (and trying not to be too obvious about it), she notices the small trident inked onto his left forearm. That explained the quip about security!
