"He wants to shoot you."
Tremors went through my body. My naked, lying out on the deck body, suddenly very vulnerable.
I opened my eyes and Mia was sat right next to me. She was smiling. It was immediately intoxicating. The last I'd seen her was when she was getting hot and heavy with Marta. I had evidently passed out. But as I looked down, I was clearly covered in sunscreen. I didn't apply it.
Blinking through the sun, Mia said again "Hector, he wants to shoot you."
It wasn't making a lot of sense, and the confusion evidently etched itself on my face.
"Hector," she restated, "he's my photographer. He wants to shoot you here. Be here in 15 minutes. So do make up and hair. Marta help."
I started to get more aware. Here I was on the deck of the yacht. Someone had put sunscreen on me. I was naked. So was Mia. Marta was in her purple bikini, and she held out her hand again. I didn't know where Sam was. Not fully aware I just followed the direction and took Marta's hand as she led me down to the room where she had taken care of me before. Wiping the tired from my eyes she was suddenly smoothing my eyebrows, lifting my head and applying make up I didn't see, then a lip gloss.
Then I felt a wipe down there, and it shot me very more awake. I looked down and Marta was looking more carefully at my bits than my gynecologist. "You still have some in there, I cleaned, you good."
"You go back up now," she said.
"What do I wear?" I mean, I felt cleaner as I recalled standing after they left last night and feeling him running down my leg.
"What you wear now. Hector good man. Have fun"
Sheepishly, I stepped back up on the deck. Mia smiled at me from behind the bar.
"I don't know what's happening," I blurted.
"Okay, maybe wear white dress. Marta cleaned," she stated, and pointed to the stool next to me with the white dress she had given me the night before.
"No this," she said, pushing her breasts together. "No this," she said using both hands to point to her naked vagina. I read the message...no underwear. Since I was in that same state, I just absently grabbed the dress and shimmied my larger frame into it. My hair stayed in its ponytail, but I pulled a few strands from my face, and then looked at the bar where Mia had placed a pint glass. She did the smack of the lips to suggest it was all good, and pushed the glass towards me. I sat and started to contemplate what had happened.
"You safe, Gem," said Mia, "you have fun with Hector...again. You like him last night, he like you, he want shoot you."
Those words still had more chilling authority than I realized. And then I heard the boat pull up alongside the yacht.
Hector was alone. He nodded politely at me. "Thank you for last night," was his opening, and it started flooding back. The deck, the sea air, the cocktails, and then climbing on him like I knew what I was doing. I remembered him being big, so that made sense why I was feeling sore this morning. I remembered him finishing in me, and me simply lying back on the lounger as it leaked out. After that? I assume it was Mia who removed the dress and applied the sunscreen.
Mia came from behind the bar and took my hand. Hector followed. Mia started adjusting my hair as Marta appeared, smiling, and Hector was unpacking a large bag.
"Relax, look beautiful," Mia said.
I took some deep breaths and a glug from the pint of pretty strong Bloody Mary. And tried to take full awareness of my situation.
Hector beamed as he looked up. "Sorry if nervous, but when I see you, I want to shoot, just for fun."
"He's a pro," added Mia.
He gently moved my arms into a pose I guess I'd seen in magazines, but had never actually done. I tried to hold the pose as he went back to the camera he had constructed and placed on a table.