This is my first story, constructive criticism is welcome.
Mega yacht summer job
Sabrina has been studying like crazy for the last 4 weeks. Her whole being was absorbed in the mountain of books that she needed to know for her exams. The first exam for the finals of her 4th year at King's College in London was the very next day. She was more than ready for those exams and it was going to be smooth sailing from that point on. Then a week later, she would be done with her 4th year and would be ready to start her last year to get her master's degree in economy.
There was just a catch. She got a scholarship for her studies, but it wasn't nearly enough to live in London. She really needed to find a job for the summer. She was hoping to be able to work at the same restaurant she had been working at for the last few years but they were closed because of Covid; as were most of the places where she could land a job. She was desperate.
Not knowing where to look anymore, she went to the university announcement board; she wasn't optimistic at all but wanted to stretch her legs anyway. What the hell; What was all the commotion around the board; Why was every girl in the university around that board. When she finally made her way to the board, she understood the source of the mess:
"we are looking for a female candidate between 20 and 25 years old for a service job on a mega yacht based in Italy. The job is from the 7th of August to the 19th of September this year. More info and application forms with the web address below"
She took a picture and ran back to her room. This job was one of her last chances.
The link brought her to the web site of a mega yacht called Abyss, the boat was huge. On the specification tab it said that It was a 105m long boat with 5 decks, it could accommodate 16 guests in 8 cabins and 32 crew. It had a dark hull and a light superstructure. It really looked too good to be true.
She clicked on the application tab wondering where the catch was. The tab just had one link and a small text: "please click on the link bellow to get the application form". She couldn't get in a worse situation than where she was by just applying for a job, Could She. She clicked on the link. The application form was really standard for any service jobs except for a few questions that were quite unusual, She didn't think twice about it. Those questions kind of made sense for a long time yacht position:
First name: Sabrina
Name: O'Ryan
Sex: Female
Nationality: British
Passport Number: 999211981
Date of birth: 02.06.2000
height: 4ft11'
Weight: 90 lbs
Do you take any medications: No
Do you have any tattoo: No
Are you in a long term relationship with anyone: No
What sports do you practice if any: Badminton, trekking, swimming, climbing.
How often do you practice sport: On Average 3 times per week.
Describe yourself in three words: Clever, funny, agreeable.
Finally, she was asked to join a passport style picture and a full body picture taken the day of the application.
It wasn't a beauty contest so she took the pictures straight away wearing her usual Jeans and short-sleeved shirt combo. She opened an additional button of her shirt. There wasn't much to show but still...
She clicked on submit. Even if she was smarter and more qualified than most of the other students, as most of them were daft tarts, she estimated her chances to get the job at about 4.8%.
The next morning, she woke up, and started her ritual of reading the news on the BBC News app. In the middle of reading the financial news, her phone notified her that she just got an e-mail she clicked on it. In five seconds, her hopes went from not expecting much, to rocket high, to crashing back down on earth in a million pieces:
"Hello Sabrina
My name is Tina, I'm representing Matteo the owner of yacht Abyss. You're profile fits exactly what we are looking for. Matteo has a sweet spot for you and is very keen on giving you the job. The base salary for 6 weeks position is £ 600,000. There will be possibilities to get bonuses. Your position will not be as a stewardess but as a female company for the owner during his vacation. You will accompany him to eat in restaurants, cocktail parties, accompany him in trekking and other activities and of course you will give him company in his bed."
She stopped reading at that point and closed her mail app. She wasn't going to be a prostitute for some ugly old rich dude. She hasn't worked that hard to end up at the lowest possible position in life. She wasn't a prude, but this was at the exact opposite of all her convictions.
She just finished her first day of exams, if she knew they were going to be that easy, she would not have studied so hard. As she just got out of the exam room, she overheard a group of girls talking about the mega yacht ad. They were complaining about not receiving any answers. What the hell; Why those girls that were way hotter than her didn't get an answer, but she did. She didn't know if she should feel proud or ashamed about it.
Out of pure curiosity, she decided to read the end of the email:
"I know that it is not the kind of job you are used to. I have personally done this job 3 years ago and believe me when I say that this was the best experience of my life. Matteo is not an ugly old man as you might think. He is in his early forties; he is very good looking and has an athletic body. He is the smartest person you will ever meet. He has not chosen you for your look. He has chosen you for your brain. We would like you to meet Matteo in a public place here in London before accepting or refusing. He will be available on Friday the 23rd of July at 2:00 p.m. We suggest a meeting near the South-Est tower of the north arch of the tower bridge. Please confirm us the meeting by e-mail before the 23rd.
I am, of course, entirely available for any supplementary information that you may wish.
Yours sincerely
Tina"
She accepted the meeting for two reasons. First, she was determined to tell that prick all she thought about his behaviour and about how he was treating women; and second, she was mildly curious about the whole situation. The only risk was an abduction. But it was next to impossible to kidnap someone in the middle of the day, in the middle of the crowd in the middle of the Tower Bridge. Wasn't it.
It was 1:57. She was staring at every middle age man wondering which one will she be insulting in a moment. Her heart was pounding. Then at 2:05 it stopped. A black Mercedes Van with tainted glass parked right in front of her. Her worst nightmare was happening. She was being kidnaped. She tried to scream. She couldn't. Her throat was being squished by what felt like a hand. She frantically tried to get her mobile phone. But she wasn't able to reach it. She stared with big eyes at by-standers trying to telepathically urge them to help her. She looked back at the van ready to face reality. A man got out of the van. He started to approach her. Then van started to leave. The van was leaving. The van... was leaving...
The strongest possible sense of relieve enveloped her. She was not being abducted. Her fears just got the better of her. She has never been so scared of her life. She tried to recompose herself the best she could as her heart was beating like crazy.
"Hello Sabrina, It's a real pleasure to meet you. You really look like you've just seen a ghost!" he said while taking her hand in his.
"Hello, hmmm, Mister Matteo. Nice to, hmm, meet you... too?" she babbled walking back a bit.
An intrigued gaze was coming from his deep dark eyes. They were sparkling with life and intelligence. She was studying his small mischievous smile and unintentionally smiled back. This man was neither old nor ugly. He wasn't the man of her dreams, but he was above average. The clothes he was wearing, his above 6 ft height and his muscular built were forcing respect. This guy was impressive. She felt smaller than she already was when he said in a clear and focused voice:
"I only have 10 minutes before I need to leave so let me cut straight to the chase. What I want with you is to build a lasting relationship that's going to last much longer than just our six weeks together on my boat. I've chosen you because you're a promising young economist. If you accept my offer, I can open doors for you. I personally know the CEOs of nearly every major compagnies in the world. This could massively accelerate your career. I've read you're last semester work and I can say that you understand the macro economy much better than most economists. It was even too good for your professor which obviously couldn't get a grab on your brilliance.
In my head, you're as far as an escort girl as anyone can be. My wish is to have you as my soul mate for at least the duration of our contract. I like sex but I get way more enjoyment in acute discussions. On the topic of sex, because I sure that's the part you're most worried about, you can refuse to do whatever you think is too much for you. There is a catch though, every time you decline a sexual act, you lose a 100,000 pounds of your 600,000. You can turn down one of my wishes a maximum of three times. On the fourth time, I'll send you home with 50,000 £. Every time you'll deny me, I won't get what I want. So, obviously, it's in my best interests to never push you too far. That being said, I will push to your limits. There is a good chance that you will end pulling the plug once or twice. But then again, it's not in my interests."