Disclaimer: This is a multi-chapter story that reads more as a series of vignettes connected by an underlying thread for continuity. It's my attempt at the well-traveled premise of a boss exploiting a family. While not present in every chapter, the story contains various sex acts between adults, including but not limited to adultery, incest, cuckolding, interracial, lesbian, and non-consensual sex in the form of blackmail and coercion. The story and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral, illegal and not condoned by the author. All characters are 18-years-old or older. All rights reserved.
THE YACHT TRIP
We showed up right on time Saturday morning bringing nothing but the clothes on our backs, just as instructed. Uncertain exactly what to expect, Emma and I wore comfortable and practical clothing -- jeans, long-sleeved rugby shirts and sneakers.
We knew the slip number but finding Hank's boat wasn't difficult since he described it as 'the biggest damn yacht in the harbor.' Although he's subject to more than his share of braggadocio, in this case, he wasn't wrong. The boat was at least 120 feet and fully loaded with every luxury -- staterooms, lounge, and even a small pool and spa.
It's nice to be rich!
"Good morning, and welcome aboard," Hank yelled ebulliently from the bow as we walked up the gangway assisted by an athletic young man in his mid-20's.
"I'm Alex, a member of the crew. I'll be assisting the captain on this trip," the handsome man greeted politely.
"Nice of you join us and right on time. You know I like punctuality, Ray," Hank complimented, making his way to where we stood.
Accompanying the company president was Ike Jones-Dixon, his trusted companion, lieutenant, and running mate. Both men were dressed casually in cruise loungewear, comfortable for the voyage ahead.
"I was afraid we might be early. We're not the only guests, are we?" I replied, noting that none of the other invitees had arrived, presuming there were others.
"Heaven's no, the other guests are on the way, but I wanted the Tyler's here early to explain my expectations for the trip," Hank scoffed cheerfully, grabbing my placid wife and me by the arm and escorting us onto the boat.
My stomach fell as I feared the worst and I'm sure Emma had similar qualms, although to this point nothing untoward had been suggested and neither of us imagined Hank making our indentured status known publicly.
"I don't need to explain to you how important Ted Jenkins is to our business, do I Ray?" he asked rhetorically, his voice growing serious and business-like as Ike stared in silent observation.
I simply nodded my acknowledgement, although my acquiescence wasn't required.
"This is the next phase of the negotiations and I fully expect to close the deal. To do so, I need cooperation from the both of you," Hank advised. "I can't tell you how disappointed I'll be if by the end of this cruise Ted isn't a completely satisfied customer, knowing his every need and desire was met today and will be going forward."
As he said the words loaded with expectation and insinuation, he looked my wife directly in her attentive green eyes conveying silently what he had only hinted at in his words.
"I want this to be a pleasant excursion. I want everyone to have a good time, and I want them denied nothing," Hank explained, suddenly brightening and perhaps convinced his meaning was clear, but holding his gaze on Emma's heedful face as he spoke.
"I do mean nothing, especially Ted," he emphasized strongly.
Emma nodded almost subconsciously, and I understood exactly the extent of cooperation Hank demanded, nonetheless, he closed the conversation with a stern warning in no uncertain terms.
"You're responsible, Ray," my cold-hearted boss growled soberly. "I'd better hear no complaints, no denials of any request, and no reason to upset the good times I expect on this cruise for Ted or anyone else. If I do, the Tyler family is going to be in a world of hurt."
Emma and I looked each other in the eye, obliquely confirming of our understanding and nodding our concurrence.
"Now, let's sit on the deck lounge, have a few Screwdriver's and wait for the other guests to arrive," Hank suggested, affable and glowing as host as if the previous conversation had never occurred.
"Bailey, dear, be a good girl. Bring us a pitcher of Screwdrivers and show our other guests here as they arrive," he called to a beautiful, fresh-faced blonde young lady in her early-20's dressed in a cute and quite sexy sailor outfit standing nearby that neither I nor Emma had noticed until just now.
That was Hank -- all sweetness and light while in control and in his element.
We'd just received our drinks from the attentive lass when the next guests arrived. Not surprisingly, considering the state of the negotiations, it was Nicole Westridge and her husband, Burt.
After Emma's shameless exhibition in the office yesterday in Nicole's presence, I assumed she knew what to expect from the cruise and that she and her husband were willing participants in Hank Allenby's inner circle.
I was only half-right.
A wiry, uncertain man but handsome in his late-forties, I'd met Burt Westridge on a few occasions at company events, plus his devoted wife Nicole kept a photo of the couple in a loving embrace prominently displayed on her office desk.
"Nicole, Burt, glad you made it on time," Hank greeted the nervous man, pointing him to the lounge sofa where I already sat with Emma. "Nicole, are you prepped for the next phase of the presentation?"
Nicole nodded with an odd apprehension for a woman I knew to be strong and confident in her business acumen -- one who never backed down from anyone, even the boss.
"Right, I knew you would be," Hank approved, adding a cryptic follow-up that only made sense to me later. "I know you'll put your all into closing this deal, much like you've put out in past negotiations."
I caught Burt's eyebrow raise from the corner of my eye as Nicole agreed with a weak smile, but neither made more of it than that and Emma didn't appear to register the incriminating comment at all.
"Hi Burt, nice to see you again," I greeted Nicole's husband, breaking the tension as best I could while noticing he and his wife were similarly attired as Emma and me while also without a single item of luggage -- a fact suggesting what I later learned to be true.
Pouring drinks for the Westridge's and a second round for the rest of us, I picked-up on a subtle wink from Bailey to Hank and he placed a playful pat on her admittedly delightful rump as she passed.
