Prologue
Emily has finished off her cam show for the night, and was just saying goodbye to her viewers when she got a private message request from one of her regulars. She accepted, expecting to schedule a private or fetish show.
'Hi Debbie. Did you enjoy the show? ;)' she typed.
'As always,' Debbie typed back. She was one of the few women who regularly logged on to watch Emily's cam shows. 'Actually I've got a bit of a proposition for you.'
Emily knew that some cam girls also dabbled in prostitution, but Emily's tastes didn't run in the directions of most of the people who would be her clients. On the other hand, Debbie was a woman so Emily decided to hear her out. 'What is it?'
'You're into girls right?'
'Ya,' Emily typed back. She was gay in fact, and did cam shows with some of the other girls in the business from time to time. 'Are you looking to meet up or something?'
'Not exactly,' Debbie sent. 'I work for Olivia Cruises. We do cruises in the Caribbean specifically for queer women. It's mostly women in their 40s and 50s, but some are younger.'
There was a pause and Emily was about to ask what that had to do with her when Debbie continued, 'We also like to make sure there are a few women in their twenties who are available for 'paid company.' One of our girls canceled at the last minute. Do you have a passport?'
Now that would be an interesting trip, Emily thought. See the Caribbean and screw a few old dykes along the way. 'I do. How would it work?'
'You get half price on a single cabin ticket, food and booze included. The staff steer any interested women your way, and you tip them out 20% of whatever you make. Most of the girls in the past have asked for $200 for an hour. It's a ten day cruise that leaves from Florida next Friday."
While Debbie gave her the exact schedule and cabin cost, Emily did some quick math. The cabin would be $600 and the return plane ticket would be $800. Add in another $200-300 for some new clothes and incidental costs, and she would need to see two or three women a day to make any money. Emily figures she could do that. Especially if she found some women into kinky shit that she could charge extra for.
'Alright, I'll do it,' Emily said, and started making preparations. She bought her plane ticket, and made an appointment to get waxed and have her hair and nails done. She also ordered a few new toys online that she'd be taking with her. It was going to be a fun working vacation!
Day one
Emily took a red eye into Miami and caught a shuttle bus from the airport to the harbour where the ship was leaving from. She had decided on a light femme chic look for the trip, lots of sun dresses, shorts and pastel shirts and a couple of not too revealing bikinis. She didn't want to look like a street walker, as she figured that wouldn't be what the women on the cruise were looking for. She was wearing a short but not too short sundress with pink flowers on it, a pair of sandals, boy short panties and no bra over her modest chest. She arrived to the harbour just as early boarding was starting as she had been instructed.
She left her bags with the crew who would deliver them to her room, and climbed up the ramp to the ship. It was a large cruise ship, able to hold almost 2,000 passengers plus the crew. At the top of the ramp a crew member scanned her ticket, then gave her a key card that would open her room and directed her to the elevator that would take Emily to her deck. Emily found her room, a small cabin with a single bed and no windows because it was in the interior of the ship. She found a note on her bed along with the welcome package that directed her to go to one of the staff offices in an hour for her special orientation.
Emily hopped into the small shower in the cabin to clean up after the flight and redid her makeup, then went to where the note directed her. The door to the office said it was a Jenifer Grate, head of Concierge services. Emily knocked, then heard a voice from within telling her to enter.
Inside was a rather plain looking woman in her late forties, short brown hair and wearing the skirt and blouse of one of the staff. She motioned to a seat and Emily sat down.
"Now I know Debbie talked through most of this with you but I want to go over the ground rules. You're not to solicit any of the guests. Either let them approach you or the staff will let you know about an interested woman," Ms. Grate said. She slid a small cellphone across the table to Emily. "Keep this phone with you. You'll be expected to be on call from 4 pm until 4 am so I suggest getting some sleep when we're done here. You tip me out 20% of whatever you make, and I will be expecting a minimum of $100 a day. You can come by this office shortly before noon each day to drop it off."
Emily nodded and took the phone. "I think I can handle all that," she said, and got up to leave.
"One more thing before you go," Ms. Grate said. "Lock the door will you?" As she said that the older woman pushed her chair back from her desk and hiked up her skirt. As Emily locked the door to the office, Ms. Grate slide her panties down her legs, revealing a dark brown bush. She spread her legs and said, "I'm going to have to make sure you're any good."
Emily went over and knelt between the woman's legs, running her hands up and down her thighs, leaning in to lick along the side of her crotch. Inside the mass of hair Ms. Grate's pussy opened up to reveal the wetness inside. She had obviously been anticipating this moment, so Emily didn't waste any time and dived in. She licked up and down, probing into the older woman's pussy with her tongue, fucking her with it as she moaned. Ms. Grate ran her fingers though Emily's short hair, then pulled her up so that Emily could focus on her clit. Emily did as the older woman wanted, circling and rubbing it with her tongue, trying to get the concierge off as quickly as possible.
After a few minutes of serious attention to her clit during which time Emily slid two fingers into her pussy to massage her g-spot, Ms. Grate bucked her hips against Emily's face, squeezing her hard with her hips. Then she sat back with a sigh, pushing Emily's face out from between her legs.