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Chapter 3 here

It was a quiet morning in an empty room. I climbed down the bed and was blinded by some light pink clothes laid out for me and a note:

“Cum have breakfast at the upper deck, I have a surprise for you.” The note was signed with a kiss mark, making sure I knew exactly who wrote it…

What she left me to wear was the type of clothes you would wear to a yoga session or something. It was really hard to put on too because for one, it was a one-piece suit, and two, it fit me extremely tight. I can barely breathe in this thing.  

I sat in front of the dresser. Well, since she’s not here, I can do whatever I want with my face. Don’t need to spend hours in front of the mirror today, I’ll just go back to what I used to do… Wait, what did I used to do?… the natural look… right… just a little bit of foundation and I’m good to go… but… hold on… I want him to call me pretty again.

I replicated every step of Emmy’s make-up routine. My hands moved as if I'd done it a thousand times before. The mascara, the eyeshadow, the brow filler, the concealer, the contour stick, the lip liner, to make my lips look bigger, and… the pink lipstick, to match with the dress of course. Ooh, and don’t forget the gloss. I used it all, and it didn’t bother me that I knew how to use the full makeup kit better than anything I learned from school. Of course I remember this better, I learned that stuff yesterday. Now, let’s see what surprise Emmy has in store for me.

On my way to the upper deck, I crossed paths with Brianna, who stopped me in my tracks. Of course she did.

“Oooohhh, I like your jumpsuit.” So that’s what it’s called. “The fabric isn’t good quality though, but that might be a good thing…”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry bout it. You’re going to the upper deck, right? Have fun!” she exclaimed as she walked past me. Not sure what that was about, but whatever.

I made it to the upper deck and immediately made a right to enter the dining hall. Emmy was there, sitting with… John!

“Heyyyyy, you made it! Told you I had a surprise for you. You look gorgeous by the way, doesn’t she, John?”

Please tell me I’m pretty.

“Pink really suits you.” is all that he said before instructing me to sit down. The pink suits me? Really?

They were almost done eating when I sat down, which was a bit disappointing. John is such a busy man, he won’t stay here long…

“You should try the ‘Eggs Benedict’, they’re my favorite.” is what he suggested I order. I never tried them before, but if he likes it, then it must be good. As I was ordering, I suddenly heard a clanking noise:

“Oops, I dropped my fork.” That was Emmy, who crouched under the table to find the lost utensil… but didn’t re-emerge. Shouldn’t take that long to find a fork, no? What is she doing?

“Claudia. Come here.” John’s arm was extended, and I was sitting too far from him to just scoot my chair over, so I stood up and got close. He pulled me in, and laid his hand on my ass. It didn’t bother me at all, it just felt right.

“Kiss me.”

“yes, sir.” I whispered. And as I leaned down, I discovered why Emmy stayed under the table. I could see her arms laying on John’s knees, and the top of her head, bobbing up and down. She was giving him oral sex.

No one in the crowded dining hall could see what I was seeing. She was concealed by the tablecloth. But yet, everyone was still looking at us. They were looking at me, giving sloppy kisses to John while he gripped my ass… Why am I so aroused? Is it from watching Emmy? Or is it from being watched? All those eyes on me, they want me. But they can’t have me, I’m his and his only. It feels so good… Wait, what am I saying? I feel this way right now because I’m making out with John, the man I love. That’s the only reason… 

A few minutes later, John let out a few grunts, and let me go. I wanted it to last forever… I sat back down, and Emmy emerged from the table, fork in hand:

“That was a delicious meal, I swallowed it all. Are you proud of me?”

“Yeah, you’re a good little slut aren’t you?”

“Of course Daddy!”

He’s the “daddy” she was talking about? Why didn’t I think of that? And why am I not mad right now?

“I gotta get back to work, enjoy your breakfast Claudia. And why don’t you stick around here for the day? Have some fun.” John got up and left. And seconds later:

“I gotta go too. I’ll see you tonight girl.” Where does Emmy go during the day? I never see her.

The eggs were delicious. John has such good taste. But now what? Why does he want me to stay on the upper deck? I don’t really want to be here… I walked towards the entertainment area, a couple of arcade rounds wouldn’t hurt. But the closer I got to the arcades, the less interested I became… Playing video games, that’s not what pretty girls do.

So instead, I sat on a lounge chair, close to the windows, and mindlessly stared at the waves… until someone came up to me:

“Hey there gorgeous, are you alone?” I’ve never seen this guy before, and I wasn’t sure why he came up to me like that. Is he flirting? This is the first time that a boy ever paid attention to me. So this is what it feels like to be wanted. It’s so… 

Before I even had the chance to answer, another guy appeared behind him and pulled him away. I could hear them whisper:

“What the hell are you doing? You know that’s the special guest right? She’s not ready yet.”

“Shit, I couldn’t tell by the way she was acting back there. She seemed ready to me.”

Special guest… I’ve heard that before. What’s so special about me? Could it be because I was personally invited by John? Yeah, that must be it. I am John’s VIP guest.

Another person came up to me not long after. This time it was someone I recognized, Doctor Blythe.

“Claudia, how are you doing? I haven’t talked to you since the first day. Is everything alright? Why don’t we do a second evaluation, if that’s okay with you.”

The memory of who he really is suddenly came rushing back. My stomach dropped. My heart was beating fast. I need to stay away from this doctor. He could stab me at any time and inject me with his “supplements”. He’s dangerous. I can’t be in a room with him alone. He’ll turn me into a… a bimbo. 

“I don’t need an evaluation, doctor. I feel fine.”

“But I really want to make sure you’re fine Claudia. John was the one who asked me to check up on you. It’ll be quick, I promise.”

John asked him? Then… No. He must be lying. John would’ve told me about it this morning if it was true. John would never.

“Doctor, I’m fine. I don’t need anything right now. Please leave me alone.”

“Alright then. You can always come see me if you need anything.”

Yeah, no. Even if I was dying I wouldn’t come to you. I feel sick to my stomach, I’m going back to my room… I stopped. but John said to… I shook my head. That was just a suggestion, and regardless, I can make my own decisions. I’m an independent woman.

I stepped out of the elevator onto the middle deck and was about to walk towards my room, but some strange noises coming from the lounge stopped me. I could hear a woman screaming and… is someone clapping? I had to go see what was going on.

I peeked into the lounge to find Brianna, bent over on the couch, getting fucked from the back. She was getting fucked by a tall black man with broad shoulders. His shirt could barely contain his muscles, and… his dick… his dick was humongous. It went all the way inside Brianna with every stroke, and with every stroke, her gargantuan ass recoiled from getting smacked by the man’s chest, which is what created the clapping sound. “How can she handle all that? Isn’t it painful?” is what I asked myself. But surprisingly enough, her screams were those of pleasure: 

“OH FUCK YES!!! KEEP GOING DADDY! DON’T STOP!”

I wonder… No. Don’t think like that Claudia. Don’t think like them. John is the only man I need. But seriously, having sex out in the open like that? That’s so wrong. Can’t you get a room? I was right about her, she really is a stupid bimbo slut.

I left without being noticed, and I happened to glance at a clock. I spent 20 minutes watching them? Seriously? And they weren’t even close to being done. Do they want to be found out? 

Back in my room, I quickly realized that there was nothing to do here. Well, at least no one will bother me here. I sat down in front of the mirror, once again. I didn’t have a reason why, I was just compelled to stare at my reflection. Who is this woman? She’s so pretty. She has sex every night with the man she loves, she gets attention from all the boys and… and… she’s surrounded by even prettier girls. I like her. But she’s not me. Wake up.

My eyes were opened the whole time, yet it felt like I was dreaming. And when I regained consciousness, I looked down to see my left hand fondling my breasts, and my right hand was… down there. WHAT THE FUCK? I’ve never liked touching myself, what the hell is going on? It’s this other me. She took control of me. I don’t know how to feel about this, I’m so confused.

I need to get out of here. What time is it? FOUR? Did I really just stare at myself for two and a half hours? And if I was… masturbating, then why am I not satisfied? Where’s Battera? Please give me some good news… THERE HE IS!

“Mr. Battera, do you-” I stopped myself. I can’t ask for him, it’s one of the rules... But my panties are so damped, I need to see him.   

“Oh, are you asking about John?” He understood me. I technically didn’t break the rules. “He should be done with his duties. I have not talked to him today, but I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you.”

“Thank you so much!” I ran to the elevators, made it to the top deck, and knocked at the door of room 505.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Claudia.”

“...Come in.”

He was in the midst of getting changed. He only had boxers and socks on. He was about to put some pants on, but let them go as soon as I entered the room. He stared at me with a perplexed look on his face:

“...Your clothes.”

“Oh, right.” I forgot that I had to undress once I got here. But damn, it’s so hard to take this thing off. There aren’t any buttons or zippers, and it fits so tightly on my body, I just couldn’t get undressed. After watching me struggle for a while, John stopped me:

“Forget it. Just get on the bed.” He lost patience. “Spread your legs.” I did as I was told.

He climbed on the bed, and, with those strong hands of his, ripped open the bottom of the jumpsuit, exposing my panties. I was mentally preparing myself for what was about to come next, preparing myself for a wave of pleasure, but he paused:

“Claudia.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t like bras and panties.”

I didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t have any issue taking them off in the last two nights. What does he mean by that? He got up:

“Hey, you saw what Emmy was doing this morning, right? Do you want to try that?”

A blowjob? From me? I hesitated. That’s something that bimbo sluts do. And it’s not even sex, only one person is satisfied… Well, hold on... I think I’ll be happy if John is satisfied.

“Okay, but I’ve never done this before.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you. Get on your knees.”

“Yes sir.”

I got on my knees, he pulled down his boxers. Now that I was up close to it, and holding it in my hands, I could properly understand how big John’s dick is. It’s massive. The other guy’s, the one that was fucking Brianna, might be bigger, but not by much. No wonder why I passed out the first time that thing was inside me.

“Put it in your mouth.” I did. I was trying to replicate the motions of Emmy, bobbing my head back and forth. I obviously didn’t take the dick all the way down my throat, it’s just too big, I might choke. 

He was letting out some strange grunts, as if he was in pain or something. Am I doing something wrong?

“You are doing it wrong, Куколка.” 

That voice, it’s Dahlia. Instinctively, I turned around to look at her, but just as quickly, she grabbed my head and spun it back, digging her nails into my scalp. I froze. How did I not hear her enter the room?

“It’s called sucking, Claudia,” she continued, “you need to create suction with your mouth. That way, you don’t scrape your teeth on his precious dick. Do you understand?”

I nodded, put it back in my mouth, and resumed. John was no longer tensing up, and was now letting out moans of pleasure. Dahlia was guiding my head back and forth. Sometimes she went fast, sometimes she went slow. The problem with her holding my head like that is that I couldn’t take a break. His cock stayed in my mouth, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

I was starting to get used to the rhythm, until all of a sudden, Dahlia pushed my head completely in. John’s dick reached the very back of my throat. I can't breathe. I’m choking. STOP! But she didn’t stop, she held my head in with force. I was unable to fight back. 1… 2… 3… 4… She let me go after five seconds.

I was coughing violently, snot was coming out of my nose, and tears were running down my face. Also my ears were ringing, and I was completely disoriented. I could vaguely hear Dahlia clapping, and say:

“That was really well done, Куколка. Most girls throw up after taking that much dick, but you’re handling it really well.”

How am I handling it well? I thought I was about to die. I laid on the floor, I’m spent. I’m about to pass out…

“What are you doing?” Dahlia picked me back up, “He hasn’t cummed yet. Finish what you started.”

“No… I can’t.”

“You can’t?” John spoke for the first time since Dahlia arrived. His voice sent a shockwave to my brain. I regained my senses.

“No, No, No. What I meant wa-

“Shut up slut.” the russian interrupted me, “If you want to make him happy, wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, and stroke it until he cums. And you better swallow it all.” 

John sounded so disappointed… I can’t disappoint him. I must finish the job.

I got back on my knees, with Dahlia to my right, and went back to work.

“Use your tongue.” She continued to give me instructions. When I did so, John’s entire body twitched briefly. I need to remember this. I need to know how to satisfy him. After a few more minutes of stroking, he finally finished. I swallowed it all, but didn’t like the taste.

“You did good, Claudia.” John praised me.

“Thank you, sir”

“Go clean yourself in the bathroom, and after that, go get something to eat. Did you even have lunch?”

John is showing concern for me again. He really does care about me. 

“I don’t think I have… I’ll go eat after this.”

“Good girl.”

He’s so romantic…

I looked like a mess. My make-up was melting down my face. This is Dahlia’s fault. She ruined an intimate moment I was having with John, and treated me like a slut. I feel used. But, she has such an intimidating presence that I couldn’t tell her to fuck off. It was like a lieutenant screaming at his private. She scares me a little.

There was a make-up kit on the counter. I didn’t question why John had that in his bathroom, I was just happy that I could fix myself up. I couldn’t hide my reddish eyes though. Coming out of the bathroom, I found Dahlia, laying on the bed, naked (she might’ve been naked the whole time, I wasn’t paying attention), and John, sitting on the edge of the bed. It looked like they were waiting for me to leave in order to get it on. I don’t like it. I could stay, you know. Those things you’re about to do to her, you can do to me. I just want to satisfy you. Nevertheless, I left the room. You will never catch me begging for anything, especially not for sex.

As I was walking towards the elevator, the cold breeze that I was feeling reminded me that my panties were completely exposed. This is so embarrassing. I need to make sure no one sees me. But now that I’m thinking about it, what a missed opportunity. The thought of John ravaging me like a wild animal, not even waiting for me to take off my clothes. Without any regards for how I felt… Yes… Just take me. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours… Damn it, now I’m horny again.

Thankfully, the middle deck’s dining hall was empty, as always. I could comfortably eat without being ogled at… It hurts to swallow. I’m scared that in the near future, everything I’ll do will remind me of him… I might already be living in that future now that I think about it.

On the way to my room, I couldn’t walk straight. There was an itch down my crotch that I couldn’t shake off. I needed John, only he could make it go away. I’m so horny, I can’t even think straight. As soon as I entered the bedroom, Emmy jumped up and greeted me with a hug… Those lips, they’re so close… Don’t just give me a hug… I want more…

“Heyyy, how was your day?”

“It was… good.”

“Oh my, your voice is so raspy. Were you sucking dick? That’s awesome Claudia!”

“Hehe, yeah…” I would’ve given a completely different answer yesterday, probably something snarky in a condescending tone. But now, I feel like I can open up and talk to her about the things I do with John… I’m not sure why.

“Tell me all about it.”

We laid on our beds as I described what happened this evening, it kinda felt like one of those sleepovers I used to have as a kid. I left out the part where he ripped open my pants and stopped after seeing my panties, and also the fact that Dahlia was there the whole time, “guiding” me. 

“You were doing all those tricks on your first time? You must watch a lot of porn.” Maybe it was a bad idea to leave Dahlia out of the story. She gave me a couple of tips on how to deepthroat without… well dying. I’m definitely gonna keep that in mind for next time. After I was done with the story of my first blowjob, Emmy asked me:

“Sooo, did you like it?”

“Hm, I don’t know. I just wished we did more after that…”

“Ooh, greedy girl. You wanted that big dick inside you, didn’t you?”

“I did. I wanted him to bend me over. I wanted him to rip my clothes off. I wan-” WOAH! I’m saying way too much right now. I need to stop. Emmy hopped on the ladder.

“You need release, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.” I was touching myself again. It’s as if my hands had a mind of their own.

“Let me help you with that.” She hopped on my bed.

“What are y-

“Shhh… you can stop talking now.” She began kissing me. Oh god… those soft lips… I can’t get enough. Wait, wait. I pushed her back.

“But… John…”

“Don’t worry about him right now. This isn’t cheating. We’re just two girls having fun.”

Mmmhh, that makes sense. It’s fine as long as I’m not with another man. It’s just… having fun. 

I started exploring her body. I could feel her breasts through the thin fabric of her onesie, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Matter of fact, have I ever seen her with a bra on? I don’t think so. Same goes for the others… But back to the breasts. From their plastic look, I thought that they would be rock hard, but they were actually really soft. They feel so good to hold… I guess looks can be deceiving. It was the same with her lips. They look so rubbery, but feel so squishy. I can’t get enough… Now, what does her butt feel like? I need to know.

I ordered my right hand to make the trip. It gently glided down her curved back, and climbed up the mountain. I was barely caressing her, but it gave me an idea of how pillowy her ass was. Should I grab it? Should I squeeze it? As I was about to, Emmy took my hand, and pulled it further down. The pajamas she was wearing had a butt flap. She swiftly removed it and placed my hand on her vagina.

“Let’s help each other out.” Her hand was now back on me, down there, moving my panties aside. She started fingering me.

Her long nails reached the depths of my womb, scratching my walls. It was satisfying the itch I’ve had since leaving John’s room. I had to return the favor. The palm of my hand sank into her ass as I was rubbing her clitoris. Her pussy was so wet.

“Oh yes baby! Keep doing it like that, you’re so good at this!” Emmy exclaimed.

We kept going for what felt like hours. Our lips were intertwined, my left hand never let go of her tits, hers was glued to my face, and our right hands were inside each other, giving us an endless wave of pleasure. We screamed in ecstasy, and came at the same time…

Emmy rolled to my left, no longer crushing me under her weight (it wasn’t that bad, she’s actually pretty light), and mumbled “that was so hot… hihi…” before passing out. I agree with her statement. My eyes are getting heavy, so let’s do the mental check thing quickly before I pass out as well.

My mind totally went blank once or twice today, but hey, I’m thinking clearly right now, so it’s fine. And besides, spacing out like that makes the day go by faster. I’m skipping the boring stuff to get to the good part, the part where John invites me to his room... Okay, I’ll admit it, I’m starting to have fun here. And yeah, I’ve been acting a little different lately, but I’m still aware of who I am. I’m just doing what I told John I would do back on the island, which is getting used to this lifestyle. I’m wearing cute clothes and heavy make-up, I eat expensive food, I wait for him to summon me (for the most part), and I try to get used to him sleeping with other girls, which I’m still struggling with. I’m doing all of this to please him. After all, relationships come with sacrifices. I’ll go back to my old nerdy self as soon as I return back to my regular life. Once I’m back at my parents home… and my boring retail job… and school… yeah… that’s when I’ll be normal again. But for now, I’ll adopt part of that second personality of mine and have some fun, but not too much. I know my limits after all.

I turned my head towards Emmy. That really was an amazing experience. I hope John doesn’t mind, well I’m sure he won’t. It’s just girls having fun after all. Sleeping together in the same bed feels nice, it brings me… comfort. Maybe that’s why I’ve been so clingy lately, it’s because I don’t like sleeping alone. I would love it if John was here instead, but she makes for a good substitute. She’s so pretty… I think I’ve been seeking this without even knowing it. Ever since I graduated high school, I’ve been looking for comfort… Is this where I’ll find it?

*mmh-mhmm* *Bzz-zzz* *mmh-mhmm*

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I was awakened by the sound of the shower running. I'm impressed by how much of a morning person Emmy is. I got up and glanced at the mirror. I was still wearing my ripped jumpsuit, and I slept with my make-up still on. Oops. I can’t change yet, Emmy is in control of my wardrobe… I’ll wait for her. Well, there is something I could put on. I opened the drawer. There was just one pair of fresh undies left, and three days until the ship docks, maybe more due to the delay. Thanks Brianna. 

I was about to grab them, but I hesitated. John doesn’t like bras and panties. What should I do? Maybe I keep them on during the day, and take them off once I’m summoned. No, it’s too risky. I might forget. 

As I was pondering, Emmy stepped out of the bathroom, with a towel on her head, and nothing else. This is the first time that I’ve gotten the chance to admire her naked body. It was perfectly sculpted, absolutely no flaws, and she didn’t even have surgery scars. You could recognize her just from her silhouette, she’s that iconic. She washed all the make-up off her face, yet still looked like a supermodel. She is… the perfect bimbo.

“My eyes are up here, you know… Just kidding, you can stare for as long as you want.”

“Um, um. I was just distracted, that's all.” I nervously replied. She shrugged and grabbed a bag:

“Today, I got two sets for you. I’ll let you choose which one you like more.” 

She pulled out the first item: “I got this shift dress…” shift dress huh. It looked as if someone glued a skirt into a shirt. It was a white dress with flower patterns on it. It’s cute I guess… “or… I got this black skirt paired with a pink crop top, what do you think?” Oh yeah, I definitely prefer that one. Pink looks good on me after all. Well, there is a caveat…

“I definitely prefer the skirt, and I love the pink. But, do you have a different top? I don’t feel comfortable having my stomach out.” I’m a bit chubby, and I’m conscious about it. Especially when looking at Emmy, who has a perfectly flat stomach…  

“Are you insecure about your body? I used to be too. I had these weird stretch marks and I didn’t know where they came from. But look at me now, my stomach is on flat flat, with no marks or nothing. Surgery is an option, you know?”

Surgery, huh… I’m kinda against having surgery. That’s something bimbos do. Well, I don’t know, a tummy tuck isn’t really a “bimbo” surgery… It’s just fixing something I’m insecure about. Everyone goes to the dentist, that’s basically the same thing.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.”

“So look, put this on for one day, see how you feel about it. Maybe it’ll boost your confidence and you won’t want a tummy tuck anymore.”

Emmy is such a considerate person. I might’ve been too harsh towards bimbos… I still don’t wanna be one though.

I didn’t bother going to the bathroom to get dressed today. I feel comfortable around her, and I don’t think she’ll judge my imperfect body. I slipped on the two items Emmy handed to me. No bra. No panties. She didn’t say anything about it, just exclaimed:

“Girl, that top looks so good on you. And why are you so worried about your stomach? You’re not fat. It’s just normal, regular body fat.” Normal, regular. Those words ticked me off... But why? I’m just a regular girl, I’ve always been… normal.

She continued: “Ooh, I just remembered. Yesterday, you did your make-up yourself, right? You’re basically an expert now. But I wanna keep doing your make-up. Would you like that, or are you fine on your own?”

I didn’t hesitate: “Can you do my make-up please, you’re still better at it than me.” I already proved to myself that I could do it, so why not let the pro take over. She knows what she’s doing.

She sat me down, still naked, and began doing my make-up. I looked down for a second, and noticed how short my skirt was. It barely covered my thighs. I’ll have to be careful today, since I’m not wearing panties. If I drop something on the floor, I won’t bend over to pick it up. I don’t want to attract more attention. I don’t want… the boys of the upper deck… to see my… soaking… wet… puss-

“All done!” I was brought back to reality. “Oh, were you having some naughty thoughts?”

I looked down again. My hand was underneath my skirt. WHAT THE FUCK! I need to stop doing this. Mindlessly masturbating? That’s something bimbos do. NOT. ME. I left the room in a fury.

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, I was in a blind rage. My vision returned after a minute or two, and I now found myself in the elevator, climbing to the upper deck. What am I doing? Why not have breakfast at the empty dining hall? Why did my legs take me here? Well, I’m here now. It would be too awkward to turn back to the elevator, so let’s just get this done quick.

I sat at an empty table. “Eggs Benedict please.” Yeah, that’s my go-to breakfast order now. I wasn’t alone for long however, Stephanie invited herself to my table. 

“Heyyyy, how you doing?”

“Doing good.” I only answered out of politeness.

“I love your outfit. You look so hot.”

“Thanks.” I don’t want to hear that from you…

Seeing that I was clearly disinterested, she stopped talking. I’m glad you can take a hint. We ate silently until a white coat suddenly swept into view. Great. Doctor Blythe is here.

“Steph, sorry to bother you. Do you remember what medication Ms. Nostrade was prescribed?”

“I believe it was amoxicillin if my memory serves right. 500mg.” She was talking differently, the bimbo accent was gone… “Omeprazole too.” 

“Right, right. 40mg of Omeprazole.”

“TWENTY, DOCTOR. TWENTY. She has severe side effects from the higher dosage, remember? Write it down now, before you forget.”

He indeed wrote down a note and thanked his nurse. He made sure to throw me a quick glance before leaving. A chill ran down my spine.

But honestly, I’m surprised. Stephanie seemed like a completely different person, someone who’s confident and isn’t scared to correct her boss. She was capable of standing on her own, without depending on a man. I can almost admire her in some way.

“You seem to really know your stuff.” was my attempt at complementing her.

“Uh, duh. Of course I know my stuff, I’m like, super smart.” My smile quickly faded away. She was back to acting like a dumb bimbo. I was repulsed. 

“Why do you sound like that?”

“Sound like what?”

“...Nevermind.” I’m not about to start another argument. I don’t even wanna talk to her.

“Anyways, I never thought I’d see the day you would be wearing a pink crop top. Do you like it?”

“Yeah… Pink looks good on me.” I mindlessly answered her… What was that? Why did I say that? I was done answering her stupid questions. But it’s as if someone spoke for me just now.

“Hmm, I like that… you’re starting to act like one of us.”

My mouth was wide open. I’ve never been so offended in my life. There isn’t a single thing we have in common, not one. “Acting like one of us” HOW? You don’t see me bent over in the lounge, you don’t see me walking the halls naked with cum in my mouth. And you definitely don’t see me taking multiple men back to my bedroom.

“EXCUSE ME? Just because I wear a little pink, I’m like you? Fuck off.” My outburst attracted the attention of the surrounding tables. Nothing to see here, move along.

“Not just that. Yesterday, around this same time, in this very dining hall, your tongue was deep down Prince Charming’s throat while your bestie was giving him head. I was there, you know. Then I heard you ran to his room in the evening to get a taste of his cum. Such a slutty thing to do.”

“What I do with my boyfriend doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh, boyfriend huh? You guys have gotten that far? Well then Claudia, since you two are in such a loving relationship, when was the last time you had a regular conversation with him? When was the last time you two sat down, and talked about a subject that wasn’t sex-related and that lasted more than 2 minutes? Go ahead, tell me.”

I couldn’t answer. The last time we had a regular conversation was the day before we stepped on the boat, when I still considered him my best friend. I jumped the gun. Why did I think that he was my boyfriend now? Because we kissed? Because we had sex? I’m so naive. And out of all the people to hear me say something this incredibly stupid, it had to be Stephanie. I had a brief moment of vulnerability, and now she’s going to hold it over my head until this cruise is over. I got up from the table, and ran away. Stephanie shouted:

“WHY DON’T YOU GO SEE HIM? TODAY IS HIS OFF-DAY. DID HE TELL YOU THAT WHILE YOU WERE SUCKING HIM OFF?” I couldn’t help but cry. I don’t deserve this.

Back at the elevator, I had a decision to make. I could go back to my room and act like nothing happened, or I could confront John. Wait, confront him about what? We never talked about this. I just made an assumption. I can’t be mad at him… he could’ve told me he was free today though… Fuck it. I want to go talk to him. I pressed the button that would lead me to the top deck.

I didn’t rush to room 505 this time, I walked slowly and pondered. Okay, I’m just gonna go in, and strike a conversation. A normal one, like the good old days. No sex today, won’t even talk about anything related to sex, I’m not interested. And maybe later, I’ll ask what he thinks about our relationship. Yeah, that sounds good. The door to John’s bedroom was in sight, when suddenly, it opened. Louise came out of the room, still dressed in business attire. But I noticed, she was fixing up her collar, and her skirt was crooked. It’s a scene that I recognized, she was scrambling to get dressed and leave the room. I knew it. He treats her just like another slut, she’s not special to him. He just slathers her with cum, and kicks her out the room once he’s done. Just like… just like me… No. That ends today. I’m going in there to nurture our relationship. I’m looking for something real. The secretary turned towards me, with an annoyed look on her face.

“Weren’t you told not to ask for Johnathan, and wait for him to summon you?” 

“Not the second part, no. And I didn’t ask for him, I was told he was here.”

“Hmph. So be it.” she walked away.

I knocked at the door, and entered John’s room. He was laying on the bed.

“Claudia… This is a surprise.”

“Heyyy, can we hang out and… talk.”

“Um… sure… We can do that. But take off your clothes first.”

“Hold on John. I really just want to talk.”

“I heard you. But there’s a rule you have to follow when you’re in my room, isn’t there? Will I have to remind you every single time? 

“...No sir.” I got undressed.

“No bras and panties today, I like it. So, what did you want to talk about?”

I can’t believe I didn’t think of how to start the conversation. I’m so embarrassed. When we were just friends, it was so much easier to just talk. I can’t even remember what we used to talk about back then. Everything is so different now.

Okay Claudia, small talk, small talk… The weather… no, that’s lame. The news? I’ve been on a boat for the whole week, I don’t know what’s going on in the outside world. What’s on my mind right now? Stephanie… I don’t wanna talk about her. Ooh, I know.

“The Eggs Benedict you recommended are really good. I think they’re my favorite now.”

“...That’s great Claudia.”

Damn it, that was horrible. I need to talk about something with substance, something I care about. Let’s see, let’s see… Can you refer me to a nail technician? I would love to have some long, acrylic, pink nails… That’s not a good topic. Maybe I can talk about Emmy, and what we did yesterday… the way we touched each other… I bet he would love to hear about that, hihi… OH MY GOD CLAUDIA. NO SEX TALK, REMEMBER? I’m at a loss. What do I want to tell him? I don’t know… All I can think about right now… is what’s in his pants. Let’s talk about that. That big, girthy, juicy cock. Matter of fact, I don’t want to talk about it, I just want it inside me, I jus-

“Claudia, you’re wasting my time. If you have nothing to say, just leave.” 

“I- I-” I couldn’t form a sentence. I don’t know what a normal conversation is anymore… I’m ashamed. On my way here, I thought I could just waltz in, and magically, things would go back to how they used to be. But here I am, naked, in a luxurious room, fighting the urge to jump on the bed and take his dick out. We can’t go back to how it was… I slipped my clothes back on and left in defeat.

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Chapter 2 here

I’m not sure what I expected when I was summoned to John’s room, but it wasn’t this. For some reason, I thought our relationship would stay the same as it was before, just hanging out and talking. I guess all of that went out of the window after that kiss… but still.

“I don’t think I’m ready to do that, John. Can’t we take it slow?”

“We could, but I’m already starting to lose patience. We haven’t seen each other in years, and even though you’re here on this cruise with me, I haven’t had the time to come see you. So when the opportunity arises, like right now, I want to keep you close. I want to hold you and never let go, I want you to lay on this bed with me.” He slowly crept up on me, wrapped his hands around me and began unzipping my sundress. I didn’t stop him.

“I know you’re worried Claudia, but just know that I’m here. I’ll keep you safe… Just let me take the lead.”

I did let him take the lead, the dress was off, I was on the bed, laying on him, and kissing him. Being able to feel his bare chest gave me a sensation that I never felt before. This really is the man I love. I had to force myself to ignore the thought that he does this kind of stuff all the time, with those other sluts. I had to remind myself that… this is what people do when they’re in love. 

“Do you want to keep going?” John suddenly interrupted our makeout session. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Well, I did, but I didn’t know to what extent he wanted to “keep going”, and if I would be able to stop him if it went too far… but I think I should just… Let him take the lead…

“...yes”

“You’re being hesitant, say it again.”

“Yes, I want to keep going.”

“Call me sir.”

For some reason, this request didn’t feel silly to me. We went to school together, we graduated at the same time, he never asked me anything like this before, and I’m actually older than him (by 4 months). Doesn’t make much sense to call him that. But none of that mattered to me, I might regret it later but for now… 

“yes… sir.” 

“Good girl.”
  
Ecstasy. Those two words made me feel like I was on ecstasy. Yes, I am a good girl. And I want to be a good girl… for him…

My mind went blank for a second, and when I regained consciousness, I looked down to see John gently pulling down my panties. Once they were off, I could feel his hands sliding up my legs until they…

“Claudia, your pussy is so wet. You’re excited aren’t you?”

“Mmphh, yes s- Ahh!”  

I was hit with another hit of euphoria. He penetrated me without warning. It feels so good. Please. Don’t stop. Keep going, and going, and going, and going… 

I kept fading in and out of consciousness until the pleasure was too much for me to handle… I passed out…

“Hey, wake up.”

I opened my eyes to see John, wearing a suit.

“What time is it?”

“About 11pm. My employees are having a get-together right now and I have to join them. Unfortunately, you’ll have to go back to your room…”

“Can I come with you?”

“Employees only, sorry.”

“Well… can I stay here and wait for you?”

“The cleaning staff is gonna be here, so no. I’m really sorry, Claudia.”

“No, it’s fine… I get it.”

I clumsily put my dress back on and as I was about to leave the room, John asked me a question:

“Did you like it?”

“... a little.”

“I see, so you wouldn’t want to do this again?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Truth is, I loved it. It was the best experience I ever had in my life. But it wasn’t really the sex that made me feel this way. I think it was that, for the first time, I had the opportunity to be close to John, that’s all. I definitely don’t want him to think that I’m a nympho slut or anything like that… I just want to be close to him.

I made it back to my room to find Emmy, waiting for me.

“Heyyyyyyyy, tell me how it went, I want to hear every detail. Spill the tea girl!”

“About what?”

“Don’t be like that, you were in his room, no? He fucked you good, right?”

I’m getting creeped out by how everyone seems to know everything that happens on this boat except for me.

“I don’t have an exciting story for you, and I’m tired. Goodnight.” I climbed up to my bed.

“Wait, you’re not gonna shower? You have to wipe that makeup off or else it’ll damage your skin. Also I prepared some shampoo and other products that’ll make your hair look fabulous.”

This is somehow the second time I had to be reminded of hygiene. It also made me realize that I left my panties on John’s bed. I’m so embarrassed. Get your shit together Claudia.

I took my shower and did the hair routine step by step as Emmy instructed. I still don’t care about the whole beauty thing but since everything was laid out for me, I might as well, right?

Alright, day 3 is done, and I gotta say, a lot happened today. Let’s see. I’m thinking clearly right now and I remember everything that I did, but was that really me? I wore make-up and a dress, which I never do, but that was because I lost my clothes. I still think sneakers are more comfortable than sandals. I’m still the same old regular law… student… MY BOOKS! I can’t believe I just now remembered that my schoolbooks are also gone. What am I gonna do? My midterms are coming up… Why am I not feeling anxious right now? Well I guess that I knew that I wasn’t going to study anyways. Still sucks though.

My time with John was… eventful. Did I really call him sir? What the hell? It must be the effect of the subliminals, it has to be… I did pass out in his bed, but for some reason, I don’t believe he did anything to me at that moment. Wait, he’s trying to turn me into a bimbo. How can I trust him when I know exactly what his gameplan is? Well, I don’t know. Is he trying to turn me into a bimbo? He did say he just wanted me by his side. Maybe he’s getting tired of hanging out with sluts, and is looking for… a good girl. Yes. John needs a good girl…

*mmh-mhmm* *Bzz-zzz* *mmh-mhmm*

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I woke up to find Emmy putting on make-up once again.

“Heyyyyyy, good morninggggg! Bri stopped by with your bras and panties. They’re soooo cute, you gotta see ‘em.”

I reached for the dresser to discover that they’re… lace. Of course they are. And she didn’t even make enough for the rest of the cruise. I bet she doesn’t know how to count. 

“I picked the perfect dress to match, it’s in the bathroom.” You’re matching dresses with bras? Why? 

I entered the bathroom and got dressed. It was a long dress, but low-cut, like really low-cut. My bra was partially poking out, giving the dress a unique pattern. It was also a bit see-through, which definitely made me uncomfortable. Are the clothes gonna become more and more revealing as the days go on? 

Emmy once again sat me down to do my make-up, but this time I paid attention to how she did it. I was watching her because I had nothing else to do. It's not like I actually wanted to learn. I don’t care about this stuff.

What she did to my face is incomprehensible, I looked completely different. She really went with the heavy stuff this time. My reflection scared me a little. This is the power of make-up…

“O. M. G. You totally look like a model girl. You look so…” she bent over, our cheeks were almost touching, “Do you like it?”

“It’s… not bad…”

“Not bad? Hihi, you're so funny…” What was the joke? “Hey… Can I kiss you?”

I froze. I thought you wanted to make me feel comfortable. I don- mffghh… She just went for it without waiting for my answer. Oh god. It’s just like Brianna said. Her lips… they’re so soft… I want to… Wait! No. This is wrong. There’s no way I could enjoy this. I don’t enjoy this. I… hate this. I pushed her away and scurried out of the room.

I need a phone. I need to talk to a regular person. I’ll call my dad. Battera told me that I could find a phone down this hall… but it’s already in use… by Stephanie.

“Girl, you totally should’ve come to this cruise, it’s so much fun! What? You weren’t invited? It’s probably cause your pussy stinks. I told you to Febreeze that sh- Hold on let me call you back” she hung up and turned towards me, “Claudiaaaaa, I was looking for you! Were you avoiding me?” Yes. I kinda was. “Let’s go to my room, there’s so much stuff we have to discuss.” I don’t think there’s anything we need to discuss, actually.

“Sorry, but I have to make a call.”

“The phone’s not going anywhere, come on.”

“I don’t want to talk to you. Please leave me alone.”

“Ah, Claudia. Do we really have to do this…” she reached for the back pockets of her booty shorts, and pulled out… MY PANTIES? HOW DID SHE GET THEM? “I was going to give these back to you, but they probably have some value. Some weirdo will pay me a pretty penny to hold the special guest’s used panties.”

“GIVE IT BACK!”

“Relax, I’m just playing. Follow me to my room. I promise you I won't bite.”

I can’t believe it. I’m being blackmailed…

Her room was identical to mine, bunkbed and all. I’m guessing she’s sharing this room with…

“Sleeping with Dahlia is so fun! I get to play with her tits all the time. You’re sleeping with Emmy, right? I would love to see what you two do at night.”

We don’t do anything… Well maybe she does things to me when I’m sleeping. I wouldn’t put it past her…

“So… what did you want to talk about exactly?”

“Calm down. This isn’t an interview. Let’s just go with the flow. But I guess I could start with the boring stuff… How are the studies?”

“Doing good.” Let’s get to the point. You don’t care about that. 

“Aren’t your midterms coming up? Are you ready?” Would you look at that? It seems like she’s making some kind of effort…

“I’ll be ready after a couple of all-nighters once I get home.”

“Once you get home, huh… Anyways, I visited the store you worked at once, and girl, you weren’t doing shit. You were on your phone the whole time. It must be an easy job.”

What the hell? Was she stalking me? She already knew who I was before this? And how come I didn’t see her? She’s not hard to miss…

“You probably came in during a slow day. I’m usually pretty busy at work.”

“Is that right… You look amazing by the way. Did Emmy do your make-up?”

“She did.” I began to lose patience.

“Do you hate me?”

“...You stole my panties.”

“I didn’t steal anything, I just found them. And you already disliked me before that, no?”

“I don’t get along with… girls like you.”

“You hate pretty girls?”

“I hate dumb girls.”

“You think I’m dumb?”

“Well, I don’t think you’re the sharpest tool in the shed…”

“You know I’m a nurse, right?”

“WHAT?” I had no way of hiding how shocked I was. A bimbo like her? Is a nurse? She must be lying.

“Here’s my badge since you don’t believe me.” It was real. She’s actually a registered nurse. “I work at Doctor Blythe’s clinic, which is owned by Lucidity. So technically, I work for John.” You didn’t need to tell me that.

“But why do you act… like that. Shouldn’t you be more professional?”

“You want me to be “professional” during my vacation? Are you serious? You want me to be like Louise? Don’t you hate her too? Actually, don’t you hate her more than anyone here?” I hate her for a different reason. It’s because… well… Hold on, how do you know that? What the hell?

“Ok maybe “professional” is the wrong term, what I meant was-

“I know exactly what you meant. You’re a prude. You don’t like girls who like to look pretty and talk about sex. You want me to be passionate about reading or something boring like that. You have an image of the “ideal woman” in your mind and you’re desperately trying to fit it. That’s so stupid. You look so hot right now, doesn’t it feel good?”

“What are you talking about? I’m just trying to be me. I don’t feel good in 50 pounds of make-up,  that’s just not who I am. This might as well be a mask. I dislike you because you’re promoting a negative stereotype of women. The only reason you’re around is because of those tits of yours.”

“You’re right about that. John loves a good titjob.”

“Why bring him up?”

“Oh sorry. Didn’t mean to bring up your prince charming. Why don’t we go talk to him? See how he feels about your looks. Who knows, maybe he’ll ask you to wipe the make-up off and tell you that you’re better off without it. That’s what you wanna hear, right? Let’s go find out what he thinks about you.”

I thought that no one could go see him when he’s working… Is that a rule only I have to follow? I followed Stephanie into a part of the ship I’ve never been to. So this is where his office is… She barged in without knocking:

“Heyyy, I brought you a present. Tell me what you think.”

I timidly entered the room to find John, sitting behind a desk cluttered with paperwork, and a look of shock on his face. Makes sense, I would be startled too if someone came into my office without warning. I couldn’t help but hear a strange noise coming from his desk though. The sound kinda reminded me of… slurping? Or maybe choking? I might just be hearing things.

“Wow! Claudia! You look so pretty!” was his reaction. Of course he likes it… didn’t stop me from blushing though. “Do you want to come to my room after I’m done?”

“Um… yeah sure.”

“Great, I’ll see you later then.” Stephanie grabbed me by the shoulder and together we left the office.

“Would you look at that? Prince Charming loved it. Does him liking pretty girls make you angry?”

“I’m angry that he sleeps with multiple girls at the same time.”

“Ah, so that’s the real issue. Listen. Do you eat the same meal everyday? No, right? There you go, it’s that simple. Let him enjoy some different shapes and flavors. No need to be mad about it.” 

I am mad about it. How can I accept this? I’m not food. I’m a person. And if I’m going to be in a relationship with someone, I would expect fidelity. That’s just common sense… But I guess nothing that happened to me these last few days followed common sense.

Now that Stephanie made her point, she could finally let me go. She gave me back my panties as well… Didn’t she interrupt me from doing something? Oh yeah, I was about to call my dad. I walked back to the phone, which was vacant this time, and dialed his number.

It’s ringing. Okay. I need to tell him what’s going on.

“Hello?”

“Hey dad, it’s me.”

“Claudia! How are you? Your mother told me you were on a cruise. How is it?”

“It’s going well.” Huh? What am I saying? “I’m having so much fun.” ??? I was calling him to tell him the exact opposite. Why can’t I?

“Oh really, you’re making new friends?”

Emmy! I need to tell him about Emmy and what she did to me. How she… assaulted… me… Wait. Did she assault me? Maybe the first time, but she apologized for that. And she asked me politely the second time… And it was so… I can’t tell him, because if I do… I might not be able to feel her lips again. Dad doesn’t need to know…

“...Yeah, I’m meeting new people.”

“That’s great, sweetheart. Oh, I’m getting an important call, I gotta go. I’m glad I got to hear your voice. Don’t be afraid to call me if you need anything. Love you. Bye.”  he hung up.

My mind is hazy… I need to sit down. When was the last time I ate? That might be why I feel this way.

My meal wasn’t interrupted this time, which for some reason made me feel uneasy. Well, now what? I could wander around, but I think I’ve seen everything that this cruise has to offer. And also, this is a bit embarrassing to say, but I wanted Battera to find me easily. So I stayed seated, and waited, and waited, and waited… Until a familiar face appeared:

“Ah, there you are. John is ready to see you.”

My body moved by itself, I was already in front of room 505. How long did it take for me to get here? Less than 30 seconds? At least that’s what it felt like, but that’s irrelevant. I knocked.

“Come in.”

I open the door to find John by the window, staring at the horizon, with a glass of liquor in his hand. He looks like a movie star. I gingerly made my way over to his side.

“You look stunning, Claudia. I really want you to know that.”

“Thank you… but this isn’t me.”

“I know Claudia, I know. The make-up didn’t change who you are. What are you worried about?”

“Would you still like me if I never wore make-up again?”

“I already liked you before this. It wouldn’t change anything. I can live with your flaws.” he said as he was caressing the side of my face.

I had nothing left to say. I was satisfied by his answers, or maybe I should say relieved. My concerns didn’t matter anymore. I could only think about what was coming up next.

“Take off your dress and get on the bed.”

“Alright.”

“What was that?” The tone he used felt like a shock collar. I urgently corrected myself.

“Yes sir.”

“From now on, I want you to take your clothes off as soon as you enter my room. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

Yesssss… Please call me a good girl. I’ve been so good.

He treated me roughly this time, and it felt even better than last time. His right hand slipped under my bra while he was fucking me, giving another sensation I’ve never felt before. Please, don’t stop. Keep touching me. I could no longer think at that moment. This is the only time that I can let go, stop worrying about school, work, how people see me… It feels so good.

John gave me a lot of orders and I followed them all, like a good girl. Turn around. Yes sir. Lift your leg. Yes sir. Get on all fours. Yes sir. Roll on your back. Yes sir. Wrap your legs around me. Yes sir. Do you want to stop? No sir! Please don’t stop! Cum in me! Give me your seed! Let’s start a family. Ahhh! 

It felt like a shockwave. I’ve never had such a powerful orgasm before. It made me briefly lose consciousness. When I came to be, I could hear John, laying next to me, catching his breath.

“So, did you like that?”

“Um… yeah… did you… finish inside?”

“I did. But don’t worry, you won’t get pregnant.”

How can you be so sure I won’t get pregnant? I’m pretty sure we just did the thing that makes babies. I’m confused, but more importantly, I’m… disappointed. Why am I feeling this way? I’m not ready to have kids. What am I thinking? My train of thought was suddenly interrupted:

“I’m sorry Claudia, but you have to go back to your room.” Those words gave me a visceral reaction.

“Why can’t I spend the night with you?”

“I could tell you, but I don’t think you’ll like the answer.”

… Whatever. I slipped my dress back on and stormed out of the room, slamming the door on my way out. I let him do whatever he wanted to me and he’s still not satisfied? There must be something wrong with him.

I entered my room to find… nobody. Emmy wasn’t there. Good. I can sleep peacefully tonight. I don’t know where she went and I don’t care, I don’t. Maybe she fell overboard or something. She would definitely survive thanks to those plastic tits serving as a life vest.

Here I am, back again, laying on this uncomfortable bed. I’m thinking clearly right now and I remember… everything. Wait. What did I talk to my dad about on the phone again? Right, it was just regular small talk. He doesn’t need to know the details of what’s going on here. Oh, and Stephanie, what’s her problem? She acts like she knows me when it’s the first time we ever talked to each other. She really pissed me off with that nonsense she was spewing. I couldn’t care less about what the ideal woman should look or act like, I just think it isn’t a bimbo.

Who cares about her anyways, what’s important is what I did with John. Hmmm, the way he treated me… I loved it. And I didn’t forget my panties this time, hihi… DID I JUST GIGGLE!!! My goodness, this has to stop. It's as if I become a totally different person when I’m around him or when I think about him. I turn into someone who’s obsessed with having sex, who wants to be impregnated, and who would do anything for the man he loves. The scariest part is that she’s someone I’m familiar with, because recently, when I picture a future with John, I don't see myself anymore, I see her. I see a girl who has the lips of Dahlia and the body of Stephanie. She dresses like Emmy, and acts like Brianna. Worst of all, she willingly shares the man she loves with a dozen of other bimbos who look just like her.  That is who I’m about to become…

*mmh-mhmm* *Bzz-zzz* *mmh-mhmm*

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My name is Claudia and I'm honestly just a regular girl. I’m currently enrolled in law school and I work at a retail store on the side. Studying and working part-time doesn’t leave me much time to socialize, not like it’s my thing to begin with. The closest friend I have is this guy named John that I went to high school with, but the thing is that we haven’t talked in years.

You see, John became a businessman, a successful one, like really successful. When I saw his stupid face on the front of a Forbes magazine, I almost shed a tear. I'm so proud of what he’s become. I have no clue what he does or what his business is though, I couldn’t find anything on the internet since the company is private and that Forbes article didn’t give any details as to how he got rich so fast. All I know is the name of the company: Lucidity.

I do have other friends (kinda), I’m close with my coworkers and a couple of classmates but for some reason, this guy I haven’t seen or spoken to in years is who I consider to be my best friend. 

I don’t think you can picture the look on my face on the morning that I received this text:

“Hey! I'm in town, are you busy?”

Oh my god! I can’t believe it! It’s John! He actually texted me!!! Should I answer now or wait a couple minutes to look busy? Well, he probably wants to hang out so I should probably just text him back now.

“Oh hey it’s been a long time lol. I’m just in the house right now.”

“Can I come over?”

“Uhh sure, my parents aren’t home right now so it should be fine.”

“Still need your parents permission to see your friends :/ ? Jk can I get the address please?”

Our first conversation in forever and he takes the time to tease me about living with my parents. What a jerk.

I sent him my address and 30 minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I took a deep breath in order to hide my excitement and slowly opened the door.

“Hey John, long time no see! Come in!”

“Thanks for having me, doesn’t it feel weird that this is the first time I’ve been to your house after all these years of knowing you?”

“Hm, not really. There was never really a reason for you to come. Anyways, I would’ve thought that you would want to go out instead of just sitting on the couch.”
“Well I do want to keep a low profile and walking around town with such a beautiful woman as yourself surely won’t help me with that.” 

Pfft, come on old friend. Don’t come into my house trying to flirt. That won’t work on me. I’m better than tha-

“Claudia. Your face is bright red. Are you alright?”

“Umm… It might be a heat stroke! I’ll be right back”, I quickly replied before running to the bathroom.

Alright alright, the truth is that I have a crush on John, I’ve had it for a while and he probably knows it too. But we never dated because I know exactly what type of girl he likes and it’s just not me. From the girls he followed on Instagram back in high school, to the girls that the paparazzi catches him leaving a fancy restaurant with. The girls he likes are… Bimbos.

I’m as average as a girl can get, and the thought of plastic surgery makes me sick. I don’t want to be liked for my body, I want to be liked for who I am, for my intelligence and everything that makes me, me. But that’s not what he’s looking for in a woman so I never tried anything with him and honestly, I don’t think I want to. I’m fine with keeping things platonic and I might not even be mad at the idea of only seeing him once every couple of years. Because if I see him more than that, I might end up doing something that goes against my morals.  

After making sure that my face had returned to its usual complexion, I stepped out of the bathroom, walked back to where John was sitting, and fired a new conversation to avoid an awkward exchange about heat strokes.

“So how long have you been in town?”

“I’ve been here for about a month.”

A month? And you didn’t even bother to shoot me a text?

“Oh really, what have you been doing?” I asked, doing my best to hide how annoyed I was.

“Well I had some business to take care of but I was mostly just hanging out with the guys.” 

Why do I feel like this is a one sided friendship between us?

“But you know”, John continued, “I was actually planning to spend this month hanging out with you, but something came up.”

My heart skipped a beat. You wanted to spend a whole month with me? Really?

“I’m guessing you have to go back to work, right?”

“Well yeah, but it’s a bit more interesting than just work. It’s actually a cruise, and I was wondering if you would like to come with me.”

Now that’s a surprise. I would love to immediately say yes, but I’ve got a lot going on right now.

“When is the cruise and how long will it last?” I asked.

“The boat leaves tomorrow. It should take about 9 days to get to our destination and then I can arrange for you to return by plane.”

“My midterms start in two weeks, I can’t go.”

“Bring your books with you. I won’t be around much since it’s a business trip. You can spend your free time studying.” 

“There’s no way my job will let me have a vacation on such short notice, and I don’t know what my parents will say.”

“Why don’t you call them?” John asked.
 
I grabbed my phone and decided to call my mom first.

“I think it’s great that you want to go on a trip. The fresh air is gonna be good for you. Plus it’s with the boy you never stop talking about. Just make sure you come back with a ring, okay”, she snickered.

Gosh mom, why would you say that? I just hope John didn’t hear that. Well, let me call my manager next.

“You can go on a vacation, it’s fine. The store is not that busy at the moment so we’ll manage. Have fun!”

What is going on? Nothing is stopping me from going on this cruise. How is that even possible?

“Sounds to me like you have no issues coming.” 

“Can I… think about it a little more?”

“Claudia. The boat is leaving early in the morning and it’s a six hour drive to get to the port. We have to leave as soon as possible. What’s your concern?”

“...Nothing. I’ll go”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“No, no. I’m just being silly. I really want to come and I’m glad you invited me.”

“Great! Go ahead and pack your stuff, I’m going to call a driver.”

I climbed the stairs, entered my room and prepared my luggage. Why did I hesitate? This is great, I’m going on a cruise. I guess it’s because it almost sounds too good to be true, like I’m walking straight into a trap. 

As I was coming down the stairs, I saw John standing by the door with a serious look on his face.

“Claudia, before we go, there are two rules that I want you to follow for this trip.”

“Um… okay… What are they?”

“The first is that you are not allowed to bring electronic devices on the cruise, we can’t risk having anything being recorded. Please give me your phone.”

“But what if I need to make a call?”

“You’re gonna have access to a phone.”

I’m definitely not happy about that rule but I understand where he’s coming from. I hesitantly handed him my phone.

“The second is that you cannot ask to see me under any circumstance. Like I told you, it's a business trip first and I’m going to be very busy. I don’t want any distractions when I’m working.”

“I understand…” I reluctantly replied. 

All of a sudden, the serious expression was gone and he was back to his normal self.

“Great! The driver is here. Let’s go!”

The drive did not feel like it was six hours long, I just had so much fun catching up with John. He told me about so many crazy experiences he had since becoming rich and I wanted to hear every single detail. I was so infatuated with the way he lived that the thought of asking about his company never even came to mind. But I’m sure I’m gonna find out about it eventually.

I spent the night at a five star hotel with a room all to myself. This is the first time I’ve ever experienced anything like this in my life and honestly, I wouldn’t mind getting used to this. But I want to earn this myself, I’m going to be just as successful as he is and I won’t ask for help to get there. I’m not like those bimbos who don’t think for themselves and rely on men to fund their lifestyle. I’m nothing like them.

The next morning, I got up early to get ready for the trip. It only took me about 15 minutes. When I got to the lobby I found John chatting it up with the receptionist. We made our way to the port together, and once we got to the dock, we were greeted by an older man dressed far too well to spend 9 days on a boat.

“A pleasure to have you back sir, and I’m assuming this is Claudia, yes?. My name is Battera, and I will be your purser for this expedition. You can ask me anything in regards to this cruise.”

“I’m sure she’ll have questions for you once we set sail”, John exclaimed after seeing that I couldn’t think of a reply.

As we were boarding, I got close to John’s ear to ask him:

“Hey, what’s a purser?” 

“A purser is a senior officer responsible for the management, accounting and administra-” he paused, “he’s basically the guy that makes sure everything goes well before, during and after the cruise.”

Why did he stop like that just to dumb down his explanation? Did he think I couldn’t understand him? Well, maybe he just keeps the business jargon to a minimum when I’m around. This is the first time I ever heard him talk like this after all. I might be overthinking this.

Once my luggage was taken care of, John took me to the lounging area where I heard two voices arguing:

"Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in [famous canadian rapper]’s basement getting gangbanged by his entourage?”

“Shouldn’t you be in Romania getting pissed on by a pig?”

What the hell are they talking about?

I entered the lounge and found myself facing five women. Two on the couch (the ones that were screaming at each other), one standing behind them, one at the bar counter, and one in a massaging chair. And of course, they were all bimbos. I should’ve known that a trip with John would look like this. None of them were blue-eyed blonde white girls with a Texas accent though, which is what pops up in my head when I think of one. They all had their unique… attributes… 

“Oh heyyyy! You must be Claudia! I’m so glad I can finally meet you”, the girl at the counter shouted before quickly making her way up to me, hugging me and… kissing me on the lips.

“Do you like how my lipstick tastes? It’s strawberry flavored”, she whispered 

WHAT THE FUCK!!! SHE JUST ASSAULTED ME!!!!

I quickly turned my head around. Where’s John? I look back to the front and I see that he’s already on the couch, defusing the tension between those two sluts.

Did he not see what just happened? Should I tell him? Or does he not care?

I quietly sat down in front of John, clearly perturbed, not knowing what else to do as I was introduced to everyone. 

The girl that just… greeted me, is named Emmy, a latina who looks like she was taken straight out of the Barbie doll packaging, a petite girl with dirty blonde hair, bolted on tits and ass that matched her small figure with a face filled with botox and enhanced lips (something all these bimbos had in common). She was wearing a tight pink one-piece tracksuit that didn’t leave much to the imagination. I could even see her cameltoe. How disgraceful. 

Brianna is the name of the one who was previously in the massaging chair and now sitting next to me in order to be closer to John. Black girl, long curly hair, and I would say she’s on the heavier side, if it wasn’t for the fact that her stomach was completely flat. I could tell because she was wearing a bikini. Don’t think I can judge that part though, I have no clue what you’re supposed to wear on a cruise. Her main “feature” is that she has an ass so big, you could see it from the front. How many BBLs did it take for it to get like that?

The two girls who were throwing insults at each other a couple minutes ago and now rubbing themselves all over my best friend are Stephanie and Dahlia. Stephanie is european looking, but it sounds like her favorite city is Toronto. Despite obviously being a bimbo, she looked the least “plastic” out of everyone here. She has big breasts and a flat stomach, but it just seems to me like she spends a lot of time at the gym. Can plastic surgery really be that convincing? Dahlia, on the other hand, has breasts bigger than her head busting out of her dress. Is her back okay? She has a thick russian accent, black hair, and the biggest lips out of everyone here. Did she think it was a competition?

Stephanie looks like she’s in her mid twenties, maybe just a couple years older than me and Dahlia is probably in her thirties… Wait what am I saying? Their faces are full of plastic. They could all be over 100 years old for all I know, would I even notice if they frowned? Well one of them did look a little older, or maybe I should say more mature. The woman who hadn’t moved an inch since we got here and stayed busy writing in a notebook is Louise, John’s secretary. She wears glasses and was, surprisingly enough, dressed conservatively. I couldn’t even see her neck. But no matter how she dressed, she couldn’t hide those cartoonish curves that were the result of probably over a dozen surgeries. 

She was the one who suddenly interrupted the vapid conversation that was taking place by saying:

“Johnathan, the meeting is about to start, the board is waiting for you.”

Johnathan? Even during role call he would tell the teachers to just call him John. How strange.

“Well ladies, duty is calling,” John said as he was getting up, “I don’t know the next time I’ll see you, so I hope you have fun on this trip. Especially you, Claudia, you can relax here.” He then left with his secretary by his side.

There is no way that I can relax here after what had just happened, especially since seeing these girls fall over themselves for a guy that wasn’t really popular when I first met him reminded me of something. John used to be really passionate about hypnotism.

There was no way I was going to stay around these dummies for a second longer, so I quickly made my way out of the lounge, only to find a man wearing a white coat waiting for me.

“Claudia! Welcome aboard! Call me Doctor Blythe. I will be your general practitioner for this trip. I would like to conduct an evaluation on all the passengers, so please, follow me.”

Why does everyone know who I am and act so casually with me? What did John tell them about me? The doctor took me to an unusual looking clinic. It had everything you would find in a regular one but the walls were pink for some reason and in the corner of the room was this really comfortable looking chair. Could this be… no, I don’t want to think about it. But one thing is for sure, I’m definitely not gonna sit on that chair. Thankfully, it was just a regular check-up that took about 30 minutes.

Only two hours have passed since the ship set sail and I’m already exhausted. I asked Mr. Battera to take me to my room. He unlocked the door and handed me the keys. But what I saw when I entered left me confused. I was expecting a room similar to the one I slept in last night but instead I found… a bunk bed? I thought this was a luxury private cruise, what is going on?

“Um, will I be sharing this room with someone?” I asked the manager guy.

“Yes you will. Our more luxurious rooms are unfortunately reserved for the members of the board and other staff of Lucidity. I apologize for the inconvenience and I hope that you can still find a way to accommodate yourself.” He said as he slowly left the room.

Well I guess I can’t complain. I’m not royalty. This is the first time I ever get to experience something like this and the fact that I don’t have to pay a dime is amazing in itself. I should be grateful. I guess my concern right now is who will I be sharing my room with. It’s probably someone I haven’t met yet, there must be other guests than “them”, right? 

All of a sudden, I hear the door open behind me, and it’s the worst possible outcome:

“Oh heyyy, you’re already here! I just came by to drop some bags off. Isn't it great that we’ll be sleeping together for the whole trip?”

It was Emmy’s grating voice… Out of all the guests I could’ve been paired with, it just had to be her. 

True to her words, she placed her stuff on the lower bed and quickly got out of the room, all while spouting some nonsense about being excited to get to know me. I guess I’ll be sleeping on the top bunk since she left me no choice . 

I napped for an hour or two and then made my way to the dining area to get something to eat. To my surprise, I only found one person sitting there, Brianna. The fact that I have yet to see any other guests is starting to worry me. She waived at me to come sit with her and I reluctantly obliged. The menu that was handed to me was not in english for some reason and didn’t have a single dish that I recognized. Aren’t hamburgers called hamburgers everywhere in the world? I had too much pride to ask the waiter or Brianna for help, who was already sipping some kind of soup, so I just went with the one dish that started with an english word:

“Can I have the duck… foy… grass please?”

“Did you mean duck foie gras?” the waiter replied.

I embarrassingly acquiesced as I heard the bimbo sitting in front of me quietly chuckled. I’m glad you found that funny.

“Don’t mind me, you’ll learn more about this stuff eventually. I used to be the same way too”, she said all while still giggling. “By the way, where do you shop for clothes?”

“H&M.”

“Yeah, I can tell…” She then went on to give me a 101 course about designer brands and fashion as if it was vital information that I needed to know. It all went in one ear and out the other.

She suddenly interjected her own speech after seeing that I was zoning out with a question:

“Did you like it when Emmy kissed you? She’s my favorite out of all the women I’ve been with. Her lips are so soft, they make you melt.” 

I was left speechless. What an outrageous thing to ask me. I was trying to forget about that. Can’t you see that I’m a victim? 

“I hated it.” was my reply before I got up and made my way out of the dining room. That dish was disgusting by the way. It tasted nothing like duck.     

I spent the rest of the evening in my room trying to distract myself by studying but it didn’t really work well. I usually study in groups where we help each other understand the material. Everyone knows that’s the optimal way to learn, it’s just science. I wish I could text the class group chat, but I actually don’t mind the fact that I don’t have my phone right now. I spend too much time on that thing. It’s in good hands anyway. 

The moment I dreaded most was finally here: Emmy entered the room. I had already put my school books away and was pretending to be asleep so that I could avoid a conversation with her. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop her because she immediately got on the ladder and softly whispered: 

“Hey, can we talk for a second?” Her somber tone caught me off guard so I turned around to see that she actually looked distraught. 

“I want to apologize for what I did this morning. I didn’t realize that it made you uncomfortable and honestly I should’ve known it would before I did it. I just wasn’t thinking. John said so many great things about you that I wanted to thank you for being such a great friend, everyone here feels that way. I really want us to be friends and I want you to feel comfortable around me, I mean it.”

That was… surprisingly sincere. Now I’m really caught off guard. I really feel like I have to forgive her now. Plus, getting close to her might be useful, I have so many questions about what’s going on here and she might be able to tell me more about who John really is.

“I understand where you’re coming from, and to be honest I might’ve overreacted (I didn’t), I’m just so new to all of this and I wasn’t told anything. John didn’t even tell me there would be bim-… other girls on this cruise. It seems like you know a lot about me but I know absolutely nothing about you. So I’m willing to forgive you and get to know you.”   

Her somber expression quickly faded and she went back to acting like a stupid bimbo slut. Jumping up and down, clapping for no reason, and letting out high pitched squirms out of excitement. Fantastic. I have to endure this for 8 more days.

Once she calmed down, we began talking and I started asking her some questions:

“The kissing thing… Do you do that a lot?”

“Ooh yes yes. All the time. I just can’t help myself. All the girls here do… well, except Louise I guess. I don’t talk to her much and honestly, I don’t really like her. Too serious. Have some fun!!! Anyways, you should’ve seen what Dahlia and Steph were doing to each other after you left, it was so hot, hihi. Oh wait, am I making you uncomfortable? Sorry.”

One question in and I’m already tired.

“Don’t these two hate each other? They were saying some pretty nasty things before we got there.” 

“No, I don’t think they hate each other, they’re more like… hmm what’s the word? Oh, rivals. They like to compete for Da- I mean, John’s attention.”

“What about you? Aren’t you also competing with them?” I asked this hoping that she would say something like, “no I’m a stupid bimbo lesbian and I hate men”, but instead she said:

“Me? No, I don’t have to compete. I’m his favorite. He’s always eager to fuck me.”

Hearing her say that really ticked me off, especially because I knew she wasn’t lying, she has everything that John is attracted to. The way she talks, the way she acts, and… the way she looks… Yeah, she’s exactly what he likes. 

I did have more questions but I decided to stop there. I had a feeling that if we kept talking, she would tell me things that I didn’t want to know. Either way, the conversation came to an end when we heard a knock at the door:

“Emmy, it’s time for your supplements”, it was Doctor Blythe. I was expecting someone else… but he’s probably busy right now… “Do you want to take it here or in my office?” He was holding a needle.

“It’s better that we go to your office”, Emmy replied before getting up, “Don’t wait for me Claudia. I won’t be back for a while… Goodnight.” She left with the doctor.

Okay. I’m not stupid. I know exactly what’s going on here and why I was invited. John wants me to join his harem of whores. Not happening. Well, will I have a choice? I’m on a boat, I don’t have my phone, I don’t know where we’re going, and the only person I know here, my best friend, is someone I haven’t seen since this morning. This must be some kind of plot to brainwash me, or hypnotize me, or whatever. I just might already be. No, no I’m not, I’m thinking clearly right now, I’m still me. I just need to keep my mind sharp, and I definitely need to stay away from that creepy doctor. “Supplements”, yeah right. That needle definitely had some kind of drug in it, and I want nothing to do with it. 

As I laid down to fall asleep, I couldn’t help but notice a humming sound coming from above and it made me realize… I can’t defend myself from subliminal messages when I’m sleeping… I’m fucked. But you know what, maybe I’m just being paranoid. A girl like me becoming a bimbo is impossible. I’m too plain. All the girls I saw today looked like they were already models before they chose to enhance their bodies. I think I just read too many comic books, this brainwashing hypno stuff isn’t real. But I’m still going to stay cautious… Just in case. 

*mmh-mhmm* *Bzz-zzz* *mmh-mhmm*

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This is the first chapter of my first story. Let me know what you think. You'll be able to find the story on literotica under the name "The Cruise" since I'm not sure if I'm gonna keep posting on reddit.

All feedback is appreciated