My initial reaction to the newly assigned duties was a sense of disappointment.
I had imagined being supervisor to a bevy of beautiful broads all begging me to service them after the curtain went down.
Actually, it was a stroke of good luck that I was selected to be in charge of all the maritime activities sponsored by the casino. It helped me to focus more on the job and less on the available pussy surrounding me with temptation in every direction.
The casino yacht club’s modus operandi was to man each of their speedboats with a good looking young heartbreaker with a friendly attitude to every customer no matter how annoying or boring they might be during their assigned time on the water.
The young girls were selected on the basis of their lack of interest in true romance. The pretty young things had no confidence in the belief that love ultimately wins out over lust. In all honesty, I was also a firm believer in the staying power of pure self-centered lust.
Lust was pure and focused unlike the search for love that assumed too much for the real world.
These friendly females that monitored the excursions and piloted the boats mostly moonlighted in the casino at night as hostesses. Some of them labored in the basement offices as money counters or support personnel for the active showgirls. They were the ones that lacked the right look to ring the chimes of paying customers. Most of them had lives of their own outside the casino. It was those outside demands that generally resulted in a need to replace them because they were required to be available at a moment’s notice.
Ramon had traded in his drug-snorting bitches for a pair of the boat-girls.
They clung to him like a refrigerator magnet. Destiny and Heather were willing to share, but warned off all other females to stay away from their private property.
Ramon liked to advertise his good fortune with having twenty-four-hour pussy always available to him and just out of sight. It was definitely a change for the better with the bad luck of his recent misadventures.
I was relieved to see him regain his confidence and finally relax once again.
I had a fond hope that the constant look over his shoulder at any loud noise behind him would slowly disappear. It was wise to be cautious, but unnecessary to be always on the lookout for the long, last goodbye.
I had a totally unsatisfying fling with a beautiful showgirl that hung up her six-inch high heels and went back to her suburban roots just outside Chicago. She had made the decision to marry some pious preacher’s son after another John with a wife and kids at home left her whistling Dixie all by her lonesome with the rent money thirty days past-due.
She was a good girl gone bad and unable to cope with the simple facts of her own slow fall into absolute depravity in the midnight hours.
I felt sorry for her husband-to-be with no concept of the changes in his high school sweetheart. He was in for the shock of a lifetime on the honeymoon providing he was able to survive her physical need for sex and several other deviant practices that he would never be able to discuss with his family or close friends as a topic of conversation.
I knew it would be easy for me to fall in love with the confused showgirl.
The fetish-minded showgirl went under the stage-name of Carmelita and was billed as a Brazilian bombshell to scoop up the homebodies that were hoping to find something a little unusual and strange to file in their memory banks. Of course, her name wasn’t Carmelita and she had never been out of the country in her entire lifetime. Her real name was Janice and she was born and raised in a suburb of Chicago as the middle child of a church-going couple that secretly used spanking and submissive behavior to spice up their lackluster lives behind closed doors.
I suspected that the innocent-looking Janice had been exposed to that lifestyle at an early age and she never looked back on a lifetime of proper behavior. Now, she was desperately returning to normalcy in an attempt to right her listing boat before she capsized and went all the way down to Davey Jones locker in shameful disgrace.
I empathized with her need for normalcy and down deep in my soul I knew she was probably making the right decision even though it was depriving me of her comfortable companionship at a time when I was on a fast lane to depression revving my engines all the way.
I did have a certain level of appreciation for the dazzling Janice to arouse my carnal instincts with her nicely trimmed twenty-something bush. She never failed to inspire me to shoot long lines of creamy man juice each time she bent over suggestively in front of me. I loved the way she would look over her shoulder at me. She had that look that said,
“Just get it inside real deep and make me take it all the way up the ass, Mister.”
We didn’t play games with each other when it came to sex.
I recognized her obsession with all things anal the first time I was able to get her to lower her panties behind my locked office door.
Life after Janice was admittedly a bit boring.
At least, until I followed Ramon’s chain of thought about multi-relationships and opted to take Jackie and Jill’s company on a live-in basis right out in the open and risk the snickers and dirty jokes about keeping two girls satisfied at the same time.
The truth was that the more aggressive Jackie was a dominant personality in her attitudes and she tended to play rough in a way that was like catnip to the more sedate Jill’s carnal needs. They were the Captain and crew of one of the mid-sized pleasure boats that had several sleeping cabins below decks. The both of them were accustomed to entertaining high rollers more interested in nailing enthusiastic and obedient fully comped pussy. Winning at the gaming tables with repetitive success was less of a priority than having a good time with lots of free female entertainment and unlimited booze in every direction.
Of course, most of the full-time casino employees were aware of Jackie’s inclination to be on top with a female underneath her muscular legs, but most of the tourist types at the tables only saw her pert boobs and luscious ass cheeks placed right on the line and ready to dispense memories to savor for a lifetime of ordinary living.
I never doubted her ability to project feminine charm when it was for the good of the casino.
She constantly hustled for a nice tip for both her and Jill.