A Doll's Foot

Chapter 20

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? We were upside down?"

"Sorry Bea. Are you guys okay?"

"Think so. Risa?"

"I'm seasick." The lifeboat was like a little rubber duck, bobbing up and down on the waves. "Is it safe to move around now? No more flips?"

"Guess so."

"I'll take a look out the back. Shit. They're lowering a boat."

"A lifeboat?"

"It looks more like one of those super fast boats they used to show on Miami Vice. Rocco loved that show. He used to binge watch. Except it's got like a spear, a battering ram, on the front of it."

"I saw that boat. It was chasing Nestor and me."

"What kind of boat were you in?"

"We were swimming."

"And you got away from it? How?"

"We hid in some seaweed. The propellers got clogged."

"I don't see any seaweed here. Do you?"

"Nope, and we'd have the same problem. Maybe the waves are too big for it? Bigger than the ones they used to show on Miami Vice."

"You used to watch it too?"

"My mother was into it. French dubbed."

"We went to Florida once, to Disney World. I think it was Rocco's graduation present or something. Anyway, Rocco was all excited to see Miami, but is wasn't anything like on the show. Miami is very flat. No cliffs along the beach."

"Really."

"My parents insisted on taking us to a nude beach there."

"With them and your brother? That must have been awkward."

"You think? I was already starting to get boobs by then. I was really awkward about it. Only part of the beach is nude, well, they call it clothing optional. It's not like the nude beach here where you're supposed to be naked. So you pull into the parking lot and there's a place to change, and we change into bathing suits, and put our clothes back in the car and go out on the beach. Then you walk down to the nude area. There's no separation or anything, you can see the nude part from the regular part, but there's a sign that says it's okay to take your clothes off. Well, that's not exactly what it says. So we get to the nude part, and it's pretty crowded but it's almost all men."

"Like the gay beach?"

"No one is fucking. They're all just lying around on their backs with their pricks pulled up over their bellies to show off their balls and their assholes. Well, maybe just to get those parts tan, but that's what it looks like. Like they're on a display rack. I'm not sure I'd ever seen a naked guy before."

"Yuck."

"Some of them had really nice bodies. So the beach is crowded enough that there's no privacy, hard enough to find a spot where you aren't on someone's blanket. But no sex, it wasn't like the beaches here. People were just lying in the sun, maybe reading a book or something."

"Sounds really boring."

"Maybe. So we find a spot, and of course my parents take their bathing suits off right away. I'm sitting on the sand and my father is standing there in front of me, looking around, not paying a bit of attention to me, with his prick dangling less than a meter from my face. Then Rocco takes off his suit, it was the first time I ever saw him naked, and he's standing next to my father and they're talking about the boats or something. There were some cigar boats going by just beyond the beach, just like on the show. Then they go out in the water. I didn't know whether to feel relieved or pissed that they were totally ignoring me."

"And?" Rachel was staring at the controls, wondering what Don Johnson would do.

"Well my mother went out to join them. So I'm sitting there by myself, thinking, maybe I'll just keep the bathing suit on and go out and swim. But I know I'm going to get teased until the end of time if I do that. So I took off the top. Still sitting down. I took off the top and sort of hunched over so you really couldn't see my boobs. Then I took slid off the bottom, still sitting on the sand, keeping my legs together so you really couldn't see anything. Then after a minute or so I got up and ran into the water and dove into it right away. I went out to where my family was. The water was beautiful, so much warmer than it is here. Very clear, too. My father was snuggling up to my mother, in the water, and I could see he had a huge erection. I guess that was okay, out in the water. There were other people doing the same thing. And Rocco was sort of playing with himself. There were a couple of guys standing in the water, fucking, well I had no idea what it was they were doing but now I do. All I knew then was that one guy was behind the other, right behind him, belly to back, and that guy's prick was not visible, but the one in front had a big hard-on and a look of bliss on his face. And Rocco was looking at them, not my parents."

"And?" Rachel was looking at the controls for the boat. Steering wheel, just like a car. No gas pedal, instead a lever to control the engine speed. No brakes, of course. Okay, there was other stuff, a screen with a map on it that might be useful later, some sort of radio. If there was a later.

"God help me," she sighed. The phone still in her pocket was buzzing. She looked at it to see a text message.

<What assistance do you require?>

Her thumbs were flying as she texted back.

<Who the fuck are you? Some sort of robot? One of Nestor's little bots?>

<My code name is Borg.>

<Like the tennis player? No, like Star Trek! Are you going to tell me resistance is futile?>

<Not at all.>

Beatrice was continuing her story. "So after a few minutes I decided this was really boring and I went back up on the beach. I went back up on the beach and a lot of people were staring at me and I liked it."

"No wonder, you're so beautiful."

<I'm in the lifeboat for the Luxor. The one that slides into the water. They're coming to chase us with a cigar boat. Really fast. With a battering ram on the front of it. What do I do?>

<You should be able to turn more quickly.>

"You should have seen me then. I'm old and fat now. Anyway, I walked around the beach so everybody could get a look at me, and then the rest came back out of the water and we went back to the hotel."

"That's quite a story." Rachel tested turning the wheel, pushing the throttle to change speed. She was staring at the latest message on the phone. Would that really work? Maybe, just maybe. It sounded like something Don Johnson would do. Except, wouldn't his sidekick be shooting at the pursuers?

"There's more to it. Rocco and I were sharing a room. At least it had two beds. Before he'd always been careful to change his clothes in the bathroom and wear something when he went to sleep. But that night he was just walking around the room naked. And always after that."

"Is that when you started to have sex?"

"No."

"Bea and I were taking tennis lessons," Risa said. "We were the second doubles pair on the girls team at the club. They had the showers curtained off but we started to shower together. We started off washing each other's backs, but then we were washing everything. One day Bea masturbated while I watched her. Then we started to do it together, and to touch each other. It was very exciting, daring to take the next step.

"Then one day our tennis coach came into the shower to join us."

"It was a lady coach," Bea added. "We thought she was very old, she was already in university. She had big breasts and hips, at least they seemed big to us at the time, and long blonde hair. She came in while Risa was touching me, maybe she heard something, and she knelt down in front of me and started to lick. I had never thought that such a thing was possible. I had never known such pleasure. Then she did the same thing to Risa."

"And?" Rachel was furtively testing how sharply the lifeboat could turn, how it responded to the wheel. She didn't want to be too obvious, in case they were watching her from the ship. Hopefully, as far as they could tell, the lifeboat was drifting aimlessly in the sea. She had cut the engine speed to nearly nothing. She had to be close to the Luxor if the plan was going to work at all.

"Then she told us it was her turn. So we started to lick her and she taught us where to go, how to please her. Then she left and of course we had to try it out on each other. So that was what I would call my first real sex. The boat's in the water now. You have a plan?"

"Maybe. Do those back windows open?"

"The door does, but we're going to get wet. The water is slapping up against it."

"They may not realize we have guns. Open the door and shoot at them when I tell you to."

Rachel pointed what she hoped was away from the Luxor and pushed the lever forward to put the engine at maximum speed.

"What are you doing? You aren't going to outrun them."

"Tell me when they're going to catch us."

"Twenty seconds. Ten seconds. You want us to shoot?"

"Not yet. Hold on to something."

Rachel waited until they were on top of a wave and turned the wheel left as far as it would go, turning to run along the top of the wave, as much as she could manage. The cigar boat tried to adjust course to aim at them, but that only brought it head on into the whitecaps. It went airborne, unable to maneuver and went screaming past them, almost hitting the back of the boat. She turned left again and the Luxor came into view, directly in front of her. She pushed the engine to its limit and headed straight at it.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Let me know when they're about to catch us again."

"Fifteen seconds."

Too long. She slowed the engines a bit. She didn't want to actually run into the Luxor.

"What are you doing? They're right behind us. They're trying to ram us with that thing!"

"Okay, shoot now. At the windshield."

There was a burst of gunfire, hopefully from the girls. She turned the wheel hard left again. She was too close, actually bumping sideways into the ship, but bouncing off without damage. The cigar boat of course would have slowed down and avoided a collision. If the pilot had been alive. Instead, it rammed into the side of the Luxor at full speed, gouging out a hole with the battering ram on its bow. And exploded. The force of that knocked them back out into open water.

Rachel looked out the back window of the cockpit. There was a big hole in the side of the Luxor now, it was starting to tip to one side. She gunned the engines to get as far away as she could. It was gone, under the waves, before there was any time to lower the lifeboats.

"

Dio mio

! How many people were on that ship!"

<I'm sorry>

Rachel texted that, but there was no reply. She did a frantic search for Borg on the phone, but all she came up with was Bjorn and Seven of Nine. She finally had time to look at the little map. It was showing the south coast of France, with a little blinking red dot very close to it. She zoomed in to find the location of the marina. It was less than twenty kilometers away. She clicked that, and a message appeared on the screen. CONFIRM DESTINATION. She clicked again and the little boat changed course slightly. The map showed the blinking red dot moving along a yellow line to the marina. A little clock appeared counting down the time to arrival. Less than two hours.