The Dalliance pulled away from the dock and steamed lazily up the river, slowly passing the backdrop of city lights as the party continued on the open deck of the luxury craft.
The dozen escorts stood against the railings on either side of the ship, each with a small table and logbook next to them. Mr. Stevens, and Abby on his arm, were the last to board and the last to walk up to the deck. A few waiters milled about with horderves and champagne. The clients ate and drank while admiring the escort flight attendants, going up to the logbooks of the ones they fancied the most.
“It’s a silent auction?!” Abby said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“A bit cliche, I admit, but it’s exciting for the clients and ensures we get top dollar for our efforts. They bid on the girls they like best as well as the outfits. Those who win get priority scheduling with their prefered girl in their prefered persona for the coming year. The other, lower tier clients who didn’t earn an invitation to this event, can still book who they like of course, but the men here get first pick.”
Abby chuckled, “Unbelievable.”
“You don’t approve?”
“I guess it just seems a little odd.”
“Any more odd than what you do on a daily basis?”
“I guess not.” Abby thought about her closet back home with its own variety of outfits and personalities she assumed.
After half an hour, Bethany appeared followed by men pushing a large carnival style prize wheel and a portable stripper pole. As the workers set up and secured the pole in the center of the deck, Bethany addressed the clients once more, her voice amplified through her headset to the speakers.
“Gentlemen I hope you’re all enjoying yourselves!” She smiled at them like a barker at the state fair. “But I hope you haven’t blown your... budgets, just yet because there’s more fun coming your way!”
More staff brought out chairs for the clients to sit down and observe.
“If you haven’t yet made your choice, or wanted to see the girls in action before you bid, now’s your chance!”
The DJ hit the small audience with pumping music and Bethany stepped aside as the workers finished with the pole and returned below decks.
One of the escorts walked forward and took position at the pole as Bethany introduced her, “Please join me in welcoming our newest addition to the team, Merida!”
The pale freckled redhead with bouncing curly hair took to the pole like an expert. She was wearing a bright green bikini with sandals and a large floppy straw hat, as though she were on tropical vacation. She spun around the pole doing dance tricks and climbed up enough to turn upside down whereupon her hat fell off, letting her hair cascade down. When she turned upright again, her hair flowed over her shoulders, hiding her body partially as she wiggled herself out of her top. When she was back on her feet, she teasingly tossed her hair, giving glimpses of her lithe body while she danced. Finally, she slid her bottoms off and used them to tie her hair back into a fiery mane, giving everyone a good view of what they were bidding on. She ended her dance leaning on the pole, looking over her shoulder.
The clients and other escorts cheered and clapped. Bethany came forward again, fanning herself with her hand, “So hot! I can’t believe it! Whoever wins this tight little ass better have the stamina to keep up!” She looked to Mr. Steves, “We do have portable defibrillators on each plane, right, sir?”
Mr. Stevens nodded with a smile as the clients laughed.
Bethany continued, “so if you think you’ve got what it takes, gentlemen...” Bethany grinned wickedly, “It’s time for the prize wheel. Tickets go in now!”
Two staff women in the pencil skirt uniforms walked among the clients collecting tickets and put them into a rotating barrel.
“What’s happening? I thought this was an auction.” Abby said.
“Along with their invitations, the clients each receive a dozen tickets for the prize wheel. After each girl dances, the clients have the opportunity to win something more intimate, a kind of ‘try before you buy’. They can choose to put in as many tickets as they like for each girl, and additional tickets can be purchased for a nominal fee.”
Bethany turned the crank, spinning the barrel and withdrew the winning ticket.
“The first spin on the prize wheel goes to... Mr. Corbin! Congratulations!”
Cheers and also groans of disappointment from the clients who lost came forth as Mr. Corbin jumped up and ran to the wheel.
Bethany put it to its starting position. “Now then Mr. Corbin, give it a spin!” The client quickly eyed the possible prizes before giving it a strong tug, sending it into a speedy whirl, clacking loudly. Sections of the wheel were labeled with items such as handjob, french kiss, blowjob, finger a hole, fucking, and even anal sex. Everyone held their breath as the clattering of the wheel slowed until it came to rest on the wedge labeled ‘deep throat’.
Gasps and yelps of excitement erupted. Bethany called out the prize for all to hear, “What a way to start the night! Mr. Corbin, you lucky bastard! Client choice of course, you can either receive your prize here, or below in a private room. Which would you like, sir?”
Merida walked over to her prizewinner who stuck out his tongue like a frat boy and raised his arms in triumph to his fellow clients. The others clapped as Merida got to her knees and loosened his belt. She proceeded to withdraw his cock and suck on it until it was hard before taking more and more of it into her mouth. With audience excitement building, Merida gurgled and slurped her way to swallowing his entire shaft. Mr. Corbin took hold of her ponytail and rocked his hips into her face, shoving his cock down her throat until his balls hit her chin. His eyes rolled back and he proceeded to face fuck her to the shouts of encouragement from everyone else on the deck. As Mr. Corbin’s face turned red and he grit his teeth, a chant of “Swallow! Swallow! Swallow!” arose from the crowd until he wailed out a warbling grunt. Cries of triumph and applause accompanied the wet gurgle and gulping sounds as Merida took his load.
Bethany let Mr. Corbin fully release before stepping in to keep the event moving along. She handed Merida a towel to wipe the slobber off her face and chest, then had everyone give the new girl a final round of applause before she returned to her space against the rail, now fully nude and flush in the face.
The party continued with Bethany introducing each girl who had their own music and prepared dance routine followed by a turn with the prize wheel. Some of them giving handjobs, some of them kneeling to suck cock, and some of them bending over to take it up the ass. Each girl would then return to their place and remain naked for the rest of the evening.
When half the girls had danced and taken their turn giving out a prize, Bethany called for a break so the men could refresh their drinks, purchase more tickets for the prize wheel, and most importantly, up their bids on the logbooks.
Abby watched it all with gripped fascination. “I don’t know what I was expecting this evening, but I didn’t imagine anything like this!”
“In a good way, or have I completely misjudged you?”
“... In a good way,” Abby could feel the bass beat of the music in her chest and it made her want to dance. The sex in the air and uninhibited freedom to be as slutty as she felt was arousing. “Do you really think you can get women who’ve never been paid for sex in their lives to do all of this?”
“I think so, if they have the right mentor, someone they can trust and who can teach them not only how to dance and flirt and fuck, but also how to enjoy it for them themselves.”
“What you’re talking about would be a full time job. I doubt I’d have time for any of my own clients. You’re asking me to completely change my whole life!” Abby’s thoughts went to Michael. What would he think? But the prospect was enticing. Teaching others what she knew and loved could be the most rewarding and validating experience of her life. This really is a once in a lifetime opportunity!
Watching the rest of the girls dance and seeing how her potential new colleagues handled themselves in such a professional, yet joyful way, Abby got caught up in the excitement. Several drinks in, she was up and dancing at the pole herself once all the prizes had been awarded and everyone was dancing, mingling freely. She even felt somewhat out of place as the only woman there still dressed who wasn’t a member of staff.
It didn’t take much encouragement for her feel like pulling the zipper on her borrowed outfit down enough to let her tits pop out; and no sooner has she done so than the petite japanese girl came up to her and poured champagne over her chest, sucking on Abby’s nipples and drinking up the bubbly as it frothed its way down her skin.
Abby kissed the girl on the lips and made out with her while pressing their chests together for the enjoyment of the men watching. This sparked a minor orgy as other escorts came into the fray, kissing and touching one another to show off for the clients.
Abby found herself pressed back against the stripper pole as the punk chick aggressively kissed her. It had been a long time since Abby had done anything sexual with another woman and being on display while it happened got her feeling intensely aroused. The tall blond interjected herself for a kiss, then disappeared behind Abby, but took her by the wrists, holding her arms behind the pole.
The punk chick started licking Abby’s face and nibbling at her neck while her hands reached under Abby’s skirt to jerk her panties down. Abby gasped, but was too excited to resist.
A few clients, noticing what was going on, started to form a circle around them. The japanese girl got on her knees and pulled Abby’s panties down to her ankles, then shoved her face into Abby’s crotch.
Abby jerked and squealed as the cutie’s tongue began to slip between her pussy lips. But the blond held her firm, keeping her pinned against the pole as the punk chick muffled her cries by sticking her tongue into her mouth. Abby felt another girl’s soft hands reaching from behind to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples.
The rest of the clients rushed over and began to lose their minds at the sight, shouting out other things they wanted the escorts to do with Abby. Soon, everyone was watching as Abby got ravished by the dozen escort flight attendants, each taking their turn to make out with her, finger her, or taste her pussy.
Thrashing, but unable to break away from the pole, Abby was at their mercy. Each girl tasted delicious as they kissed, and it felt like a thousand hands were touching her all at once. They ripped the dress from her body and the blond finally let go of her wrists behind the pole. Abby fell to her knees, but she was not given her freedom just yet. The blond laid down before her with legs spread wide. Other hands pushed her face into the trimmed golden bush while others held her ass up and spanked her hard.
Abby’s entire body trembled as she felt the build up to orgasm while she licked at the blond’s clit. Then she screamed as fingers drove deep into both of her holes and it was too much to hold back anymore. Abby came, shuddering and whimpering with a climax more intense than she’d had in years.
The girls continued to take turns eating her out and fingering her, spreading her cheeks open for the clients to watch her pussy drip and Abby lost count of how many different cunts her face was rubbed in.
Mr. Stevens eventually came to her rescue once her muscles had completely given out and she could do little more than flich and yelp at the slightest lick anywhere on her skin. Leaning on his arm, she let him lead her to a chair where he gave her a glass of water which she downed hungrily.
“It seems the girls approve of you,” said Mr. Stevens.
A waiter refilled her glass and Abby drank it down again. She caught her breath and looked at Mr. Stevens with a wry smile. “Well, I just provided them with a good way to show off for the clients. I did need to earn my fee tonight after all.”
“It’s more than that. They know why you’re here. I have a feeling that was an unofficial audition, or perhaps a hazing. If you take the job, these women here will be working under you and they need someone they’re comfortable with, someone they can trust. Clearly, they feel you’ll fit in.”
Abby’s head was still swimming from drink and post climax euphoria, but she couldn’t imagine she’d feel any different once she sobered up. “When can I start?”
Lighting up in a way she’d never seen before, Mr. Stevens smiled softly at her. “How soon can you put your affairs in order and pack up?”
“Pack up?”
Bethany’s voice came over the speakers again. “Alright ladies and gentlemen, our little boat ride is coming to an end. We’ll be docking soon, place your final bids! Don’t let the one you want get away, you won’t get another chance until next year!”
The Dalliance had come full circle and the night was winding down. After the impromptu show with Abby as the unexpected center of attention, the girls returned to their spots at the railing and helped the clients still sober enough to walk, write their final bids in the logbooks.
“What do you mean ‘pack up’?” I should have known there’d be more surprises. “You can’t expect me to live at your... playboy mansion.”
“Not here, no. We’ve managed to keep this operation free from any legal trouble, but in truth, there have been more hurdles to overcome than expected. Expanding the program to the extent we want will not be feasible here. The company has secured a location in the Dutch Caribbean where the laws are more favorable to our needs. The campus is beautiful, beachfront, you won’t be disappointed.”
“The... Dutch Caribbean?!”
“Bidding is now CLOSED!” Bethany gave a hand signal to the staff now standing beside each logbook. As one, the staff ceremoniously closed the books and took them below decks. The clients clapped and staggered their way towards the exits with the help of the escorts. The ship rocked slightly as mooring lines were secured.
“I... I can’t just leave,” said Abby. “I have a life here!”
“It’s not an easy decision to make, I know, but do think seriously on it. You’re the perfect candidate, but I can’t wait too long. The first class of new recruits will be arriving there in three months. You’ll need to get moved and settled, and come up with a curriculum by then.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Stevens I can’t do that, it’s just...”
“Why not? I know you don’t have any real family ties, and why continue to skirt the law here, always being on the verge of prosecution and possibly jail? At our campus, you’ll be free to do what you love without judgment and more importantly, without having to evade the legal system. You’ll have all the support you need and when the time comes you feel you’re ready to move on. You’ll have a sizable retirement account and financial security.”
“Mr. Stevens, it’s not that I don’t want to, I just... need some time to think about it.” Even if Michael is ok with my work, and even if he’d be ok with me taking this new job, he’s never going to want to move to the Dutch Caribbean! I couldn’t ask that of him! He has a life and family here even if I don’t!
Mr. Stevens remained confident. “Of course, but don’t take too long. If I need to find someone else or promote one of our other girls, I need to know soon.”
Abby watched the clients and the escorts disembark, waving to them from the upper deck with Mr. Stevens. When everyone had left, they made their way back up to the house. This mysterious man, who was now giving her either the chance of a lifetime or the worst mistake of her life, said his goodbyes and left her in Bethany’s charge.
A staff woman brought Abby’s dress to her. It had been cleaned and dried.
In the back of Mr. Garvan’s car, in her own clothes once more, Abby watched the headlights of the oncoming traffic whiz by. The city seemed so ordinary now.
There was a text from Michael.
How was the party? Let’s talk when you’re ready. I love you.
What am I going to do?
