"Julia, do you get seasick?"
When her supervisor called the newest junior executive at Crispin Financial had certainly not expected that question. "No, sir. At least I've never been seasick."
"Good. A group from management has put together a deep sea fishing trip for the weekend of the twelfth. We just had a cancellation, so you're invited if you want to go."
Since today was the tenth that meant they would be going in two days.
"Do you mind if I ask whose going, sir?" Julia asked.
"Me, John Amos, Beth Hewitt, Harold Bain, Ronnie Hamlet, and you if you want to go." he answered. "We're going to take Harold's RV so we can eat on the way since even leaving at 3:30AM we won't have time to stop on the way. The boat will leave the dock about six. We should get to the fishing grounds around eight. What time we head back in depends on what the fish are doing and the weather. We'll grab something to eat before we head back if we get in earlier enough. Otherwise we'll spend the night there and come back Sunday morning."
Julia did a quick mental review of the group. There was her boss Bob Crawford; John, Bob's boss; Beth, who she didn't know; Harold who was John's boss and the Vice President in charge of New Market Development Division; and Ronnie Bain, Vice President of Support Division. All in all a pretty heady group. Getting in good with them could only help her in her career. An added incentive was the presence of Beth so it wouldn't be just her with a bunch of guys.
"I'd be thrilled to go along, sir," she replied.
"Good. I'll let the others know you're in. We'll meet here at 3:30AM. You'll want to bring an overnight bag just in case we get back late. Don't forget to bring your bathing suit, suntan lotion, and sunglasses. It can get pretty intense out there."
"I'll be ready, sir."
The evening before the trip Julia got her stuff ready. A change of clothes in case the trip took an extra day, toiletries, suntan lotion, sunglasses, her one-piece bathing suit and a pair of coach's shorts to wear over it. Boating shoes and a straw hat rounded out her shipboard costume.
Dragging herself out of bed at 2:30AM was a challenge, but she did it. At 3:15 she pulled into the company's parking lot. Harold already had the RV waiting. Bob pulled in just behind Julia. Bob and Julia grabbed their stuff and walked over to the RV together. Harold saw them coming and had the door open so they could walk right in.
He told them to put their stuff in the back bedroom and have a seat. John and Beth came in the same car and arrived a couple of minutes later. Ronnie arrived five minutes late and the others kidded him about it. As the newest member there Julia decided to refrain from taking part.
Harold noticed and said, "Julia, on this trip we're all friends. There's no mister this or miss that. I'm Harold, he's John, she's Beth, the one who can't tell time is Ronnie, lanky over there is Bob, and you're Julia, unless you have something else you prefer to be called."
"No sir, Julia is fine."
Ronnie spoke up. "Julie girl, he's Harold not sir. Or you can call him Crash, which you'll understand when you see his driving."
Turning to Harold he continued with a grin, "You going to get this behemoth on the road or we going sit here flapping our gums all morning?"
No one had called her Julie since she graduated high school and she decided she needed that sounded more mature. However it felt good to be included in the group so she didn't protest.
Once they were on the highway Beth offered to get breakfast started, but the guys immediately told her no way. As John stood up and stepped into the kitchen area Bob explained, "John used to be a short order cook. Just tell him what you want and he'll whip it up in a second."
"Since Ronnie has to take over for Harold when he eats, Ronnie gets first choice," John said over his shoulder. "What are you having, Ronnie?"
"The usual," Ronnie said.
"How about you, Beth?" John asked.
"Oh, I'll just have cereal," she replied.
"Sorry. No cereal on board. You can have eggs in your favorite style, along with your choice of bacon, steak, or ham. We also have toast or muffins, hash browns, and grits. What's your pleasure?"
"A guy with rock hard abs and a body to match," Beth stated with a smile. "Oh wait you meant to eat. Sorry I got confused for a minute."
Everyone laughed at her joke.
"How about ham and eggs scrambled?" she said.
"Coming up. What would you like Julie girl?"
Apparently she was going to be Julie girl on this trip, Julia realized. "I'll have a Heart Attack Special, please."
John stopped what he was doing and turned his head, "And what, pray tell, is a Heart Attack Special?"
"Four eggs over medium, crispy bacon, hash browns with onions and cheese if you have them, and a side of toast," she replied.
"Where did the name Heart Attack Special come from," Bob asked.
"I have a friend named Tim who has high cholesterol and he told me that between the eggs, bacon, and hash browns cooked in grease it was a heart attack looking for a place to happen."
The other chuckled at her description.
She continued, "We were out riding his motorcycle one time and we stopped at a little country diner and he ordered it. I just ordered toast. When the food came Tim chopped everything up, except for the toast, and mixed it into a big gob. It looked like something an elephant would leave behind after dinner, but I tried a bite and Wow. We both finished his while I ordered a second round. It was so fantastic."
"Is it too late to change my order?" Ronnie quipped.
"Nope. It'll just take a second," John replied.
When the others saw the way he was enjoying his meal everyone else went with the Heart Attack Special too.
While Harold was eating after Ronnie took the wheel, he joked, "My heart specialist is going to kill me if this doesn't. But it would be worth it."
After breakfast Bob explained to the girls what kind of fishing they planned to do. "The fishing world record authorities have a bunch of records of fish caught with eight pound test fishing line that we think we have a chance to break. Eight pound test is kind of light so if you get a bite you have to play it very carefully. A little too much pressure on the brake and the line breaks. It can take an hour to get the fish along side the boat so just be patient."
As they had planned the group arrived at the docks a little before six o'clock. Having been there before Ronnie knew where to park the RV and everyone got their gear. Following Ronnie they made their way to their boat, the 'Tank Sank'.
The transom featured a painting of an army tank about to go under the surface. It was so comical Julia had to take a picture of it. When everyone was aboard, the mate cast off the lines and the captain eased it away from the pier.
Julia asked the crewman, "Where did the boat's name come from?"
With a smile he replied, "It comes from the fact that it tank sank yet." The other had already heard the story and just out joking groans.
Two hours later they were approaching the fishing grounds and the temperature was going up so the guys went below and changed into swim shorts. Beth went next and soon came back on deck in a green two-piece. The guys all whistled their approval when she returned to the deck. Joking around Beth assumed an exaggerated sexy pose.
Julia was next. She went down and looked for her bag, but was unable to find it. Returning to the deck she asked if anyone had seen it.
Bob asked, "Where the last place you remember seeing it?"
"I set it on the pier when I took some pictures of the boat's name," she answered.
"Did you pick it up afterwards" Ronnie asked.
"Oh, crap," Julia replied. "I don't think I did. Damn!"
"Was there anything valuable inside," Bob questioned.
"Not really, just the clothes I was going to wear here and a few personal items."
"Well, I've got an extra swimsuit if you want," Beth offered.
"Oh thanks, Beth. That would be great. It's going to be too hot to stay in these clothes," Julia exclaimed.
"If all you're worried about is being too hot, you could just take your clothes off. I promise we won't mind," Ronnie quipped.
Julia answered by sticking out her tongue. Then she followed Beth below. Beth looked in her bag and pulled out a blue bathing suit. "I'll see you back on deck, Julie girl," she said.
Julie unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it on the bunk. Next she reached around and unclipped her brasserie and dropped it on top of her blouse. Then she unfastened her pants and pushed them and her panties down her legs. Kicking off her shoes she removed the last of her clothing.
She picked up the bikini bottom and got her first real look at it. She hadn't taken into account that Beth was noticeably thinner and as a result the front and back panels were smaller than suits Julia normally wore. Mentally shrugging her shoulders she decided to go ahead anyway since it was going to be too hot to stay in the outfit she had just removed. She tied the strings on one side of the bottoms and stepped into them. When she had it in place she tied the other side.
Glancing at a mirror on the bulkhead she noted that it was a good thing she kept her pubic hair gone. The front of the suit certainly didn't cover as much as her suit did. Twisting her body she saw that about a quarter of each of her butt cheeks were exposed. Damn she wished she had her coach's shorts to put on over it. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'it's not like I was wearing a thong.'
As she was looking in the mirror she caught a flash of movement in one of the cabin windows. Clasping her hands over her exposed breasts she whirled around and looked at the window. For the first time she noticed that there was a small gap between the two curtains.
Had someone been watching or was it just a shadow from someone walking by on deck. She waited and after a bit another shadow crossed the window as someone walked towards the front of the boat.
"Silly girl," she muttered to herself as she dropped her hands.
"Is there a problem, Julia?" came a male voice from behind her.
Taken by surprise she whirled around without thinking. Her boss was standing at the top of the steps looking down. As Julia looked at him she saw his eyes widen in surprise. It took a second for her to grasp that she still hadn't put on the suit top and she standing there with her breasts fully exposed.
With a gasp of dismay she clapped her hands back where they had just been.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he stammered. "You were down here so long I was afraid something might have happened."
Over his shoulders she saw the others' faces appear. As each took in the sight of her standing there with only her hands to shield her breasts from their eyes, she saw each one's expression change to a smirk.
'Great,' she thought. 'Now everyone knows he saw my tits. I bet I'll never hear the end of this.'
