This is part 5 of a story about a couple who have a YouTube channel, I have spelled their last name differently as not to mess up their search-engine results (as in, this story won't show up if you search for them in Google).
During the telling of the story the narrator changes a few times, this is made clear by a line of dashes and the name of the new narrator.
Word of warning, English is not my first language; I don't have any editors, just Word spell checker.
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Jason Winn:
So, there we were, sitting on the rear deck of our brand new catamaran, looking into the darkness, listening for the specific sound of our tender's outboard electric motor. Our friend Joshua had borrowed it to go ashore and, in the meantime, my wife Nikki and I had a serious conversation about asking him if he would like to be part of a threesome. After about 20 minutes we could hear the little boat approaching.
As he pulled up, he smiled and jokingly asked "Permission to come aboard captain?"
I was glad he had made that joke as it somewhat eased the tension in both of us. We helped him dock the tender and hoisted it out of the water. I then offered him a beer and asked about his dinner. Making small talk was better than possibly ruining a friendship over our strange request.
He raved about the nice meal he had at the restaurant in the marina. Finally getting to eat some steak after being aboard or vegetarian boat for a few weeks. But he quickly realised that something was off.
"Did something happen whilst I was out, you guys seem a bit tense?"
So, I decided to bite the bullet and just lay all of our cards on the table.
"You know that next month we have taken on an eight week charter trip, that we can't really talk about because of the Non-Disclosure Agreement we had to sign. Well, there are some things about that trip that we would like to talk to somebody about, but the NDA makes that impossible. However, we have just heard back from the client and if you sign an NDA as well, we can talk to you about it."
Joshua took a sip of his beer, looked pensive and asked:
"This NDA means I can't talk to anyone else about your trip and if I do, they can sue me?"
"Yes, that's sums it up nicely" was my response.
"You guys seem to be really struggling with something, so if me signing an NDA means we can talk about it, I will. Anything to help my friends."
Nikki presented him a freshly printed NDA form and a pen.
"Thank you, Joshua, for being our friend" she added.
He glanced of the form and signed at the bottom. I took another swig from my bottle of beer, as I needed some Dutch courage before I started my story.
"So, this guy by the name of John won a LOT of money playing the power ball lottery and decided to see if his favourite YouTube couple would be crazy enough to accept an insane amount of money in exchange for a crazy 8 week charter trip. The other guests on the trip are some of his favourite pornstars and the dress code will be as minimal as legally possible. So that means nudity whenever possible or otherwise skimpy outfits."
Joshua's expression went from surprised to grinning rather quickly
"This John sounds like an interesting fellow!" he said.
" That's only half of it. There will also be cash bonusses if somebody completes an optional task. Apparently, they range from flashing somebody to fucking somebody and even we are asked to consider completing some tasks. He even paid us to start reading erotic stories from a website called Literotica. Mostly about people who live in a polyamorous group and the concept of compersion."
By then I finally had the nerve to look him in the eye, wondering what the hell he would make of my crazy story. He just sat there grinning at me and then said:
"Let me guess, 'The Circle' or anything else written by Steve Wallace?"