Natasha started her day in a bad mood. The first thing she did was head straight to her office and shred the letter from that scum, Tanos Metzis. The letter that commanded Natasha to wear anal beads and a thong to work.
Nobody tells me what to do.
Not even Natasha's husband could order her around. He could ask and make requests, but in the end it was Natasha's choice on whether she decided to do it or not.
Then this little scumbag comes around and tries to take control of my life? No, I won't allow it. I'm going to stuff those beads down his throat and make him drink that bottle of lube.
Tough words... but empty. Natasha knew it. Tanos had a hold on her, and she didn't dare break it for fear of the consequences. That's what had put her in such a sour mood. The fact that someone else was taking control of her life and she was helpless to do anything about it.
She was in deck 3 now, the main crew corridor, on her way to the officer's mess for breakfast. A group of bartenders passed her and she followed them with a critical eye.
"Excuse me," she said in a crisp, authoritative voice. "You there. Yes, you with the ponytail. Come here."
The lady in question approached her. "Yes, Ma'am?" she replied.
Dark hair, tanned skin.
Probably Latina,
thought Natasha. She peered at the woman's nameplate: Carolina Esperanza, from Peru.
"Ms. Esperanza, what's the dress code for female bartender shorts?" Natasha demanded in a cool voice.
"Uh..." the lady stared blankly at her. "Wear shorts during the day on our summer cruises?"
"Yes, but what length are they supposed to be?" Natasha prompted.
"Uhm... ah, I'm not sure? I'm just wearing what I got from inventory..." was her excuse.
"Mid-thigh." Informed Natasha. "That's the shortest you can go. Your shorts are about 2 inches too short. Go back to inventory and have them issue you a new one."
"But I'm already late for my shift," Caroline complained. "Besides, it's just a few inches, no big deal." She rolled her eyes as she said this.
Natasha lifted her eyebrows at her tone.
This girl must be new,
she thought.
She has no idea who she's speaking to.
"Give me your crew ID." Natasha ordered. The lady reluctantly handed it over. "Ms. Esperanza, the rules of this ship ARE a big deal. It's what makes us one of the best cruise lines in the world. Above all else, when a senior office gives you a direct order, you DO it without question. Am I making myself clear?"
Ms. Esperanza's eyes were wide as saucers now and she gave a mute nod.
Natasha placed the lady's crew ID in her breast pocket. "I will hold on to this for now. You will go to inventory and ask them to requisition you a new pair of shorts, a correctly sized pair. You will explain to your supervisor that you're late because I specifically made you change attire. After your shift go to your manager and ask to be written up for talking back to a senior officer. Once that's done, write up a formal apology letter addressed to me and submit it to me in the purser's office together with a copy of your written warning. Only then will you get your crew ID back. That will be all."
Natasha spun on her heels and started walking away. The lady's mouth was hanging open in shock.
"B-b-but... but.." she stammered. Natasha kept on walking. The crew ID was extremely important to crew members. It served as their identification card, picture ID and ship credit card. It was what they used to purchase goods and services on the cruise ship but most importantly, it served as their temporary passport while working on the ship. They used it to punch in and out whenever they went on shore in port. Without it they wouldn't be allowed to leave the ship, unable to go outside when they were docked in different cities.
Natasha felt no pity for the crew member. She broke the rules and deserved to get reprimanded for it. Natasha was merely doing her duty as an officer. Though she had to admit, it did feel nice being able to exercise her power on somebody again. Being in control of the situation like she should be.
She finished her breakfast and went to her office in a slightly better mood. Her morning passed without incident. She went for lunch at noon, took a break to relax, then hit the gym.
She usually went to her office from 8am to 12 noon, took a 4-hour break then came back to work from 4pm to 8pm. Technically, she didn't really have a fixed shift. As manager of the financial department she could dictate both her hours and that of her pursers as she saw fit. But the bank desk was open for service during those hours and she liked to be around when her pursers were working, both to provide support in case they needed to escalate an issue and also to keep an eye on them to make sure they didn't slack off.
As she was dressing up in her evening uniform back in her room, her eyes strayed to the drawer where she had hidden the anal beads and lube that Tanos had given her. He had specifically told her to wear the anal beads - and a thong - during her entire evening shift.
Fat chance. She had zero intentions of following his orders. In fact, she would have gotten rid of the stuff if she just knew how. She was afraid that if she threw them in her trash bin, either in her cabin or office, that the cleaners will see it and start gossiping. She couldn't bring it directly to the incinerator room because the sanitation crew would still need to look it over. So, she had hidden it for now, planning to go out in the next port and throw it in some random dumpster somewhere.
She put on a pair of plain black bikini panties, finished dressing up and retouched her make-up, then left her room. The anal beads were left hidden and still untouched in her drawer.
Tanos couldn't stop thinking of Natasha. He'd had the biggest hard-on for that MILF since he first saw her over a month ago.
Well, technically not a MILF, I guess, since she doesn't have kids as far as I know.
Still, she was an older woman, and there was something about older women that just turned Tanos on. Maybe it was because they were more confident, more secure in themselves which made it all the sweeter when Tanos was able to bend them to his will and beg him to pleasure them. Tanos had had his fair share of older women, as well as younger ones. He was a smooth lover and was easily able to twirl them around his fingers.
But not Natasha. He had made a pass on her before, more than a month ago. Just a few flirtatious words, some innuendo, a wink and a look, a flex of his muscles, usually enough to hook in most girls. Natasha didn't even notice him. She looked at him like a bug and made him feel small and insignificant. She probably didn't even remember it.
It made him want her all the more. Made him obsessed with her. He'd began watching her all over the ship, studying her habits and routines. He'd hacked into her employee file and found out that she was married but with no kids, even memorized her birthdate. He'd then went as far as remotely logging in to her computer, silently monitoring her computer as she went through her daily tasks.
Tanos didn't really know why he did it, remoting into her computer that is. He didn't expect to see anything, and there was really nothing interesting about the endless Excel sheets and scanned receipts that Natasha went through daily. He guessed it was just a way for him to feel connected to her, as if by watching her work daily he had developed a close relationship with her.
Then he had hit the jackpot. Natasha had been foolish enough to email her husband through her work computer, email him about that missing $75 grand and Tanos had been right there to screen-capture it. He had then gone through her files to find the balance sheet in question. After that, well, the rest was history. Tanos had used that leverage to fuck Natasha's mouth and her pussy, and he had so much more planned for her. The idea of bringing down such a powerful woman and making her grovel at his feet was getting him hard.
Tanos passed a few crew members as he walked the corridor. "Hey Mike!" he greeted one of the cleaners. "Yo, my man! What's up?" Mike replied back. He gave Mike a high five and kept walking.
