"But," Harriett asked, "what if she was? What if she had been in there fucking one of those men? And you caught her? What if she had been that blond in the middle of the floor with those two blacks?"
Curt laughed. "I'd kill her, of course. I'd kick her ass all the way back to Kansas. I'm not working my head off to support that kind of a slut." He paused. "Fat chance. So what? What's on your mind."
Harriett smiled, happy to know what she had wanted to know.
"So, how'd you like to see a beautiful yacht? A hundred footer? Think you'd like to see a real rich man's boat?"
"Sure, why not? Have you got one?"
"I know someone who does."
"Really?" Curt seemed uninterested. "You have a friend whose mother-in-law's cousin owns a yacht."
"Don't be sarcastic, honey-bun. He's one of the clients. From Africa. The one you picked up at the airport two days ago. He's come over on a huge pleasure yact and he's leaving tomorrow. We can visit this afternoon. Have a good time in the summer sun. Who wants to spend all day in the office?"
"Yeah, well what about my job?"
"What job? Tomorrow you move to a new office. Next week you're off to Colombia. Meanwhile you're marking time. Take the afternoon off with me. You won't be missed today."
Curt hesitated. "Harriett, I'm a married man. I feel bad about this. I've been spending more time with you than with my wife."
"Don't worry, Curt. It won't last long. I promise you that."
Curt missed the double meaning. "All right. You talked me into it. But I don't want to be home late again tonight. I just can't treat the girl like that."
"Don't worry. This will be the last time you have to fib to your little wifey."
Curt said, "When do we leave, then?"
Two hours later the motorboat carrying Harriett and Curt drew up beside the most incredible craft the young man had ever seen. They were keeping it anchored well out at sea, for some reason, Curt observed. But that ensured some privacy for any possible orgy they could want get going like last night's. The only word for this thing was "pleasure yacht."
The crew members appeared to be acquainted with Harriett so they gave them everything she asked for from drinks to towels to suntan lotion. They went up onto the top deck and sunned themselves nude. Harriett gave Curt a wonderful massage and was finishing off with an all-over tongue bath when she suddenly stood up and looked back toward the mainland. He gazed admiringly up at her nakedness.
She looked down. "We're going to have to get out of sight. It looks like someone's coming out in the motorboat."
Curt was angry that she had put him in this position. "You mean we're not supposed to be here, and you brought me out here?"
Harriett smiled confidently. "Nothing to worry about. They're coming out for a business meeting or something and we weren't invited. But we can always go into one of the cabins. They won't know we're here, and when they leave we can come out and have some fun again."
Curt shook his head and stood up. Far off, he could see the approaching speedboat. In fact, there were three of them, loaded with people. Men and women. Curt smiled. Another orgy. Well, he hadn't been invited, but at least he could watch. He thought he could make out people with long hair in the distant boats. That meant the tarts were on their way with the men.
Harriett knew that Kim would be on one of the boats with some of the men coming now. The main event would be going on in an hour or so. She also knew that she didn't want Curt to see Kim arrive, didn't want him to see her at all until she was in a very bad position, until he could see her in the act and there would be no doubt in his mind about what kind of slut he was married to.
The lovely, naked redhead took him by the hand and led him into the top cabin. In a moment he had forgotten his snit and was moaning in ecstasy as her mouth slicked over his young, virile cock. She should be able to keep him quiet for at least an hour or so this way, she was thinking, if not put him to sleep until the real antics began.
A brawny, body-builder type with black hair helped Sue and Kim up from the motorboat onto the yacht. Kim was filled with wonder at the size and luxury of the craft that appeared to have more floorspace than all the combined apartments in the building where she lived. It had two sundecks, a huge living room, and who knew how many bedrooms. It was a floating palace, something one would not expect a government minister from Zimbabwe, a landlocked country, to be using. But then Kim knew that below decks were tons of ivory from poor slaughtered elephants, and who knew how much cocaine. But the beauty of the yacht, and the sun, and the sea, made Kim feel lightheaded and somehow cheerful. Someone pushed one of Ike's strong screwdrivers into her hand and Kim took a long draught of the sweet, clean-tasting drink. Sue asked for a Singapore Sling and it was immediately given to her.
The two girls walked over and sat side by side on a pair of very comfortable deck chairs. Leaning over to Kim, Sue said, "Now you can see where these people are at. You don't get a boat like this waiting tables."
"I'm a bit frightened," Kim said. "All the contraband is right below us. What if they get busted while we're here. How would I explain it to Curt?"
"You'll tell him they invited you saying that he was going to be here."
"That's a pretty flimsy excuse." Kim grimaced and said disgustedly, "Sue, what am I doing here? This morning I got up and swore I wasn't going to get into this situation again, and here I am, surrounded by these dirty bastards on a yacht full of cocaine."
"Shhhh," Sue cautioned her. "Remember you don't know anything about that. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
"That's easy for you to say, relax and enjoy myself. You don't have a husband you love."
Sue shook her head. "Well, I'm going over and introduce myself to Bernard. This will probably be my last chance." Sue got up and, very seductively, walked across the deck, and stood in front of Khumalo, who smiled and put his big arm around her. Kim watched her talking to him, cheering her on silently. Keep him away from me, please, Kim thought. I don't want that big thing near me again.
Kim saw the man who had helped her aboard. He was dressed strangely, a bit like an executionar of medieval times, a leather girdle about his waist, leather, studded gauntlets. He looked like the winner of a body-building contest, his hairless skin glistening with either sweat or oil, sculpted muscles bulging. In his hand he held a leash attached to the collar of a huge, tawny-coated dog. The dog was a splendid creature, as leanly muscled as his owner, with heavy jowls and a short tail. Kim had never seen such a dog before. He came strolling by and the dog turned aside to lick at Kim's bare knees.
Kim stroked his lovable, fierce face. "What kind of a dog is this?" she asked the big man who appeared to be in his late twenties. "I've never seen one like this before."
The big black-haired man smiled. "He's an English dog, a bull mastiff. Very dangerous, when he needs to be. Very strong. It takes a very strong man to hold him in tow."
"Really? He looks very strong. He won't hurt me, will he?"
The big man smiled. "Not if you treat him right. These dogs are known for jumping up on a man to knock him down, then going at him with his teeth. One of the world's fiercest killers. And he can be trained for other things too."
"Oh?" Kim said curiously, stroking the beautiful male animal's flank. "What other things?"