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t sure if he had enough in him to win another one.
“ You ok? ” said a song-like voice from behind him, coming up and wrapping her soft arms around his strong chest. It was Shannon.
“ Yeah, I ’ m fine. Are you done? ” Connor asked, knowing that she was below deck with her friends cutting up another line. He smelled her soft perfume in the air, wisping around him with the ocean wind. It was an intoxicating smell. But it wasn ’ t strong enough to hide the reality of the situation. Neither was the lure of her touch, which was slowly making its way down to the front of his expertly tailored khaki shorts.
“ Yeah, baby. I feel soo amazing. You need to join one of these times, ” she said, whispering into his ear and nibbling on the lobe.
“ I don ’ t think so, ” Connor replied, except his strength was starting to waver. Shannon was becoming more of a temptress than a wife. His shorts were beginning to feel tighter, especially in the crotch area.
“ Well, let ’ s go upstairs then, we can have some fun in the captain ’ s quarters. ” She said, lowering her hand down to Connors thighs and rubbing them suggestively. Connor knew what came next, and it was taking everything inside of him to not throw her down on the deck and ravage her right there and then.
He turned to her, looking deep into her brown, captivating, blood-shot eyes.
Her hand reached around, squeezing his ass, pushing him into her. Her glare now turning hungry with passion. The bulge in the front of Connor ’ s shorts was growing, and Shannon could feel it.
“ I don ’ t think I ’ m up for it, ” Connor responded, to the shock of even himself. He guided her hand off his ass and let it hang by her side.
It took her a moment to process the rejection, something Shannon was never good at handling. “ Fine, ” she spat, clearly upset at the denial. Whenever she was high, her mood fluctuated intensely. One minute she was ecstatic and horny, the next she was a raging bitch. Connor wasn ’ t sure which mood he liked better these days.
“ I ’ ll just go take care of things myself, ” she called out behind her, thinking it would still entice Connor to chase after her. It didn ’ t though. He just stayed behind, hanging over the rails and watching the dolphins play their lives away. Oh how easy they must have had it.
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“ Ah shit, ” Jada Roman exclaimed as she dropped the platter of food down to the ground, causing a resounding sound of shattering plates ring throughout the tiny Mexican restaurant. That was the third time this month, and she could already tell the manager was not happy. She quickly made her way back to the kitchen, issued a replacement order and returned with a ten year-old broom to pick up the mess. A few customers offered to help, but she insisted that they stay seated, smiling a thanks and returning to the shattered porcelain and random tortilla chips.
“ Jada. I have to speak with you after your shift. ” Her manager said, a greasy, balding man by the name of Jeff O ’ Dowd. He was a tyrant in the restaurant, wanting things his way at all times yet never making an effort to actually work.
He also had no idea what Mexican food really was. Penne pasta with chicken has never really been a hit when served with a burrito.
It was incredibly frustrating to watch but even more frustrating when Jada knew her head was on the chopping block. Jeff made no secret of the fact that he was on a firing frenzy, so Jada ’ s stomach dropped to the floor. She was expecting the worst.
Two hours later, she hesitantly knocked on Jeff ’ s office door. She heard a grunt come from the other side, his way of saying to come in. The door opened to an extremely cluttered room that rivaled the size of a large closet. There were potato chip bags strewn about and a few questionable looking magazines lying underneath a pile of
“ You ok? ” said a song-like voice from behind him, coming up and wrapping her soft arms around his strong chest. It was Shannon.
“ Yeah, I ’ m fine. Are you done? ” Connor asked, knowing that she was below deck with her friends cutting up another line. He smelled her soft perfume in the air, wisping around him with the ocean wind. It was an intoxicating smell. But it wasn ’ t strong enough to hide the reality of the situation. Neither was the lure of her touch, which was slowly making its way down to the front of his expertly tailored khaki shorts.
“ Yeah, baby. I feel soo amazing. You need to join one of these times, ” she said, whispering into his ear and nibbling on the lobe.
“ I don ’ t think so, ” Connor replied, except his strength was starting to waver. Shannon was becoming more of a temptress than a wife. His shorts were beginning to feel tighter, especially in the crotch area.
“ Well, let ’ s go upstairs then, we can have some fun in the captain ’ s quarters. ” She said, lowering her hand down to Connors thighs and rubbing them suggestively. Connor knew what came next, and it was taking everything inside of him to not throw her down on the deck and ravage her right there and then.
He turned to her, looking deep into her brown, captivating, blood-shot eyes.
Her hand reached around, squeezing his ass, pushing him into her. Her glare now turning hungry with passion. The bulge in the front of Connor ’ s shorts was growing, and Shannon could feel it.
“ I don ’ t think I ’ m up for it, ” Connor responded, to the shock of even himself. He guided her hand off his ass and let it hang by her side.
It took her a moment to process the rejection, something Shannon was never good at handling. “ Fine, ” she spat, clearly upset at the denial. Whenever she was high, her mood fluctuated intensely. One minute she was ecstatic and horny, the next she was a raging bitch. Connor wasn ’ t sure which mood he liked better these days.
“ I ’ ll just go take care of things myself, ” she called out behind her, thinking it would still entice Connor to chase after her. It didn ’ t though. He just stayed behind, hanging over the rails and watching the dolphins play their lives away. Oh how easy they must have had it.
****
“ Ah shit, ” Jada Roman exclaimed as she dropped the platter of food down to the ground, causing a resounding sound of shattering plates ring throughout the tiny Mexican restaurant. That was the third time this month, and she could already tell the manager was not happy. She quickly made her way back to the kitchen, issued a replacement order and returned with a ten year-old broom to pick up the mess. A few customers offered to help, but she insisted that they stay seated, smiling a thanks and returning to the shattered porcelain and random tortilla chips.
“ Jada. I have to speak with you after your shift. ” Her manager said, a greasy, balding man by the name of Jeff O ’ Dowd. He was a tyrant in the restaurant, wanting things his way at all times yet never making an effort to actually work.
He also had no idea what Mexican food really was. Penne pasta with chicken has never really been a hit when served with a burrito.
It was incredibly frustrating to watch but even more frustrating when Jada knew her head was on the chopping block. Jeff made no secret of the fact that he was on a firing frenzy, so Jada ’ s stomach dropped to the floor. She was expecting the worst.
Two hours later, she hesitantly knocked on Jeff ’ s office door. She heard a grunt come from the other side, his way of saying to come in. The door opened to an extremely cluttered room that rivaled the size of a large closet. There were potato chip bags strewn about and a few questionable looking magazines lying underneath a pile of
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