Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was written for my friend Galva82 and is dedicated to him. The ideas and celeb of choice were his. Enjoy!
******************
Miami, Florida
Blinding sunlight was a welcome greeting, along with slight winds blowing from the distance. A clear blue sky with only a few clouds visible off to the east. The sounds of the sea were audible, with waves crashing against the white surface of the boat and seagulls flying around. Clear skies were the forecast of the week, with no rain predicted at least throughout these days of July. Off in the distance, one could see Miami to the east and then South Beach to the west. From ninety foot squares in size, the yacht was moored west of Biscayne bay. The Morningside Picnic islands as well as Biscayne Isle were visible from the front deck. In the back, two flags were raised on the boat. One of stars and stripes and the other in the same colors but with a different design.
St. Esmeradla always left port with the American and Cuban flags waving together. It was a small testament to the boat's builder: Alberto Lopez. It was launched in 2015 as part of a yacht tour service in Miami. With nine guest rooms, four cabins and a luxurious inner bar, it was meant to be used for parties. For all but one of the last seven years, the St. Esmeralda navigated the seas with a young captain by the name of Julian. He was only twenty-five years old when he took the job. For a young captain, he had his family to thank for pushing him through the ranks with the power of nepotism. With the years passing by, few in the company questioned his abilities after he had kept a clean track record. No incidents, other than the one time he was stopped by the coast guard for a rowdy party.
To handle his lack of experience, Julian often had a supervisor with him on the yacht. That was only for the first five years of the gig. The supervisors usually worked in the captain's room, handling the radar and control systems to pinpoint weather. After a short break in 2020 from the pandemic, Captain Julian returned. He had spent the past year working trips from Miami to the Bahamas alone. Or at least, that was what the company was led to believe. His shipmate was a younger friend he met during the coronavirus pandemic. Adrian was a gambler whom before the lockdowns, used to frequent nightclubs with a pocket full of cash. Julian first met him through a mutual friend at a party. The two men shared a mutual interest in cars and living a laissez-faire lifestyle.
At twenty-six years of age, Adrian's background was shrouded in mystery. Where did he come from? No one had an answer, not even him. His voice did not carry a distinctive Florida accent. He once told Julian that he came from the mid-west but would not specify which state was his original home. The questions would continue the more someone pondered their thoughts about him. To hear the man say it, he gambled his way down to Miami on a lucky streak of wins. Every gambler could tell you about their wins, but it was the losses that they kept hidden. Julian believed Adrian was always hiding his losses, but he chose not to question him. The man always wore sharp suits and gold jewelry. With slicked back short brown hair and a clean shaved face, sometimes he gave the impression he was a gangster.
Julian never asked him about his family. Since Adrian never asked personal questions, it was up to him to repay the favor to his friend. Usually when a trip was arranged, Adrian would sneak his way on board. It was easy to disguise himself simply by carrying luggage for passengers who booked trips. With a change of clothes into a spare work uniform Julian provided, Adrian easily blended in. Sometimes he would change into casual clothes and then join the passengers when there was a party on the yacht. Other times, he kept to himself in an empty guest room. This trip however, was different for both men. One could easily make the argument that this yacht was too large in scale for a private trip with a single guest passenger. That was their duty this week, in the company of one special woman with deep pockets to arrange for such a trip.
As Kelly Brook stood outside, she clenched the side rail of the boat with her right hand. The forty-two year old English glamour model had come a long way far from home to enjoy herself on a vacation. Her voluptuous body was covered by an untied green veil. Her bare feet walked across the wooden floor as she reached the lonely deck. The large space was unoccupied, with several plush white couches surrounding the railing and a small table. This was the second day of her trip out on the yacht. Yesterday they were stopped by a coast guard who checked for paperwork. Sleeping on the boat was easy since they were stocked with enough food and supplies to last a week. This gave Adrian a small job as the boat's chef for the week, something Kelly found amusing about the young man.
Miami was an excellent vacation destination. Kelly had spent the last few years flying out there when she needed time to unwind. She had connections with an American photographer who was behind the camera of a recent calendar shoot. Beyond that was her old friend Lori from London. A forty-eight year old woman who made her name behind the scenes in the old glamour industry. Kelly had met Lori over twenty years ago, and they developed a quick friendship that carried on throughout the years. The industry may have been no more, but Lori still had connections to set up work with trusted photographers. It was from her own words that Kelly chose the right company, seeking out Captain Julian and his friend. Lori was a passenger on the St. Esmeralda over a year ago.
Julian remembered Lori from the minute Kelly mentioned her name. The older woman had recommended the young man for a reason, and Kelly knew how to push a man's buttons. He was just her type, with a skinny build and short blonde hair. His face was often clean shaved, but sometimes Julian would skip a day of shaving when out on the waters. He joked that maybe some day he would grow a beard like the captains of old history. It was easy for her to flirt with Julian, but the other man aboard had taken Kelly's attention from the first night. Something about Adrian was fascinating as they sat around and discussed life. So many times throughout that night, she caught him gazing down at her heavy cleavage. That only made it easier to tease the man.
Adrian was who she was currently looking for while stepping around the top deck. High above, the tinted windows of the captain's room were visible. Kelly could only guess that Julian was looking down at her, but he was probably busy. Early in the morning, he was on the phone up there while having a cup of coffee. Julian only left when he needed to relieve himself in the bathroom. Now on the front deck, Kelly was disappointed that Adrian was not there. The wind rustled through her hair, blowing the green veil with enough power that it would have flown off the boat had she disrobed it from her buxom form. Kelly stomped her feet and began to walk back around the boat. She thought about staying out and taking some photos to post on social media, but there was still plenty of time throughout the days.
As she stepped back inside, a cool breeze was felt. The interior design of the back deck was of dark wood with a touch of maroon and red. Kelly had joked about it having the appearance of something vintage, perhaps from the seventies. Lights were embedded in the ceiling but only needed to be turned on during the night. Windows on both sides allowed the sun to illuminate the entire room. Two couches were embedded into the walls on both sides, with a large bar off to the left side. A bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey was left on the black marble top of the bar with an empty glass next to it. Kelly smirked. Adrian was not here, but he had to be close by. What was he doing getting started with drinks this early in the day? That was just something else she could tease him with. Across the room, footsteps could be heard. Kelly waited until Adrian was in the doorway and greeted him with a soft smile.
"Thirsty, Adrian?"
She grabbed the whiskey bottle, teasing him with it. The young man stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of black swim trunks. His chest was exposed, showing a lack of hair across his skinny but tanned body. Adrian shook his head at her.
"No, I've already had enough to get the day started. You want a drink, love?"
Still smirking, Kelly shook her head quietly. Adrian stepped a bit closer. He broke eye contact to take a quick glance at her heavy cleavage. Kelly however, was not done teasing him with words yet.
