Cherise finishes her shower, wraps a towel around herself and blow-dries her hair. She begins to gently brush her hair. "What's the plan Babe?"
"The plan is to get dressed and catch up with the group who are probably watching the sunset and drinking" I respond.
Cherise puts on her bikini, a white beach coverup, and her shorts. Although her boobs are small, they fill out the bikini nicely. She could have been a swimsuit model in Sports Illustrated.
She applies candy crimson shade lipstick, cherry flavored, and asked me if I want a taste.
"You just put it on, Cherise" I bark. "Let's go."
She doesn't seem to care and kisses me with those red candy lips, laughing as she pulls away. Then she turns back to the mirror and applies more lipstick, perfect and deliberate. A quick spray of her "Paris" perfume fills the air, intoxicating me and setting my senses on fire. I want to throw her back on the bed, to lose myself in her, but I hold back. It's time to get moving.
As expected, everyone gathers at the outdoor bar, drinking, talking, cursing, and watching the sun fade over the horizon. One of the owners of the bank, Ray, comes up to us and introduces himself to Cherise. Ray is married but he is a player. But he is also respectful and understands that it is the people like me that makes the bank a lot of money.
Ray is Italian and forty something years old. He has black straight hair and an East Coast accent. He is average height and in good shape.
"You're gorgeous. Isn't Jerry lucky." Ray says.
Having Ray think my girlfriend is hot works in my favor at the bank and for my career. It sounds weird, I know. Ray isn't a typical banker--he's from the clothing business. His friend Arnall talked him into buying into the bank, and now here we are.
Cherise smiles and in a flirty voice responds, "Well thank you Ray. Are you married?" You have to hand it to Cherise, if nothing else, she is direct.
I said in a library voice, "Jesus Cherise". She laughed.
Ray smiles and says, "Yes, but I am not buried." As he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
I take Cherise's hand and lead her to the side of the boat and away from everyone else and say, "Cherise, I must work with these people. Contain yourself. At least wait until the late evening when everyone is drunk and will forget your antics".
I knew when I brought Cherise that anything that can happen and will happen. She is free-spirited and pushes boundaries. It makes little difference to her whether these are my coworkers and bosses, or my friends from college.
We return to the room to throw on some clothes; nothing fancy, just jeans and shirts. Cherise applies more lipstick and sprays more perfume on herself. "What are you going to do? Turn tricks?"
She responds, "Maybe" and I give her the "What the fuck Cherise!" look.
We rejoin the group, and I end up introducing her to some of the other reps, most of them are men. She is flirtatious and charming. She asks me what I think about the waitress in the bikini with the big tits or my nicely figured coworker who used to work at the Playboy. "Do you want to fuck them?"
I say that I will fuck the waitress if she watches but I am not interested in having sex with my coworker. Cherise likes my answers.
We all proceed to the dining room. There is a long table with a lot of chairs and a bottle of wine for each four-plate setting. The table is set with fancy tablecloths and china. Cherise sits down next to Ray and before I can sit down next to her, another guy sits down-it's my fucking nemeses Rod. Rod's wife is sitting somewhere else. So, I sit across from Cherise, and she gives me the "Oh well" look. Fucking Cherise.
She makes small talk and smiles a lot. She has removed one of her shoes and starts giving me a foot job from across the table. I am too focused on what she is saying and doing to get aroused. But I must admit, it felt great.
Dinner lasts about an hour and a half and some of us, including Ray and Rod, decide to change clothes and go to the ship's dance club, "Amor".
There is Ray, Rod and a few other reps drinking. "Rod, where's Becky?" I asked? I was hoping she was at the club as well. I sipped my Jack and Coke.
He responds, "She was tired, so she went to the cabin. Tonight, I am single, and the ladies will love it".
"What I jerk," I thought to myself.
Ray asks me if he could dance with Cherise, and I say fine. As he leads her out to the dance floor the DJ starts playing "Wonderful tonight". Great-he will have his hands all over her. Instead, he is a gentleman and halfway through the song he suggests that she dances with me.
I whisper to her, "What did you talk about?"
"He wants to know if you would mind if I slept with him."
Ok, not a gentleman but he is direct.
"And what did you say?" I ask.
"I said that I did not mind but you might."
"Ok. Then you need to get a girl for me-you can do that right?" I laugh.
Getting another girl involved, sexually excites Cherise and she quickly excuses herself. She walks over to the bar where a forty something year old woman was drinking a scotch and sits right down next to her. The woman is a little bit chubby and has big boobs with nice cleavage. She is wearing a black cocktail dress that goes down to her knees and low heal shoes. She carried a small black purse with sparkles-it looks expensive.
Cherise makes some small talk and then asks, "Are you here with someone?"
