Victoria's Secret Wish

by Piper Denna

  Ah, so she thought he’d been poking fun at her. “Vic, love.” God damn, she was a sight, all angry pink cheeks and flashing emerald eyes. “That wasn’t at all what–”

  “Jesus Christ.” She stormed away. “I’m calling the tech department to see what they know.”

  David’s mouth still hung open.

  Brett sighed. “She’s damn beautiful when she’s angry, eh?”

  “Um. I…”

  Brett remembered being in David’s exact place, not a year and a half ago. Completely smitten by Vic and her passionate storms, yet wary of getting too close at the wrong time for fear he’d never again be allowed within sight of her. “She’ll calm.” But how he did love the look of her all wound up. And she’d positively heated when she’d known David was looking at her. How he’d love to see her lose all control…

  David nodded and picked up his toast.

  To hell with waiting. He wanted to see Vic lose it. “Would you like to fuck her?”

  The toast stopped midway from the plate. David’s eyes met his. “Um?” At first he looked terrified, then he laughed. “Oh. You’re fucking with me. Funny.”

  “No, I’m not fucking with you.”

  “Are you going to hit me?” David put the toast down and braced his hands on the table.

  “I’m not looking to fight, chap. It’s an invite. I want you to shag my wife, whilst I watch.”

  “Oh, fuck this. You’re loony tunes. I am so out of here.” With the speed of youth, David stood and left, the suite door slamming behind him.

  “That didn’t go quite as I’d hoped,” Brett muttered.

  Vic returned, phone to her ear, her hands in the air as if to ask What the fuck just happened?

  This wasn’t going to be good. He and Vic had agreed to wait ’til the end of the cruise. He’d gotten excited and made a mess of everything.

  “Okay, well, thanks, Justin. Let me know if you come across anything more.” She pressed a button to turn off the phone. “Where did David storm off to, and why?”

  “I’m afraid I’ve made rather a mess of things. I extended our invite, but it wasn’t received quite–”

  “You did not. Tell me you did not proposition him at the breakfast table. God damn it.” Her eyes narrowed.

  In times like these, best to let her rant.

  “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell else can go wrong this morning?” She fisted her hands at her sides. “Justin tells me they had one device log on just before midnight, for five minutes. There were no failed log-in attempts prior, which means the user had the password to begin with. He or she also had the admin password to get past the filters.”

  “An inside job, then.” Probably a high-ranking crew member.

  “Either that, or a highly skilled hacker.” She sank once more into her chair at the table and gazed across at David’s empty seat, shaking her head. “Just tell me one thing, Britt.”

  He swallowed hard. “Name it.”

  “Did you change your mind about this thing with David, and deliberately sabotage it?”

  He shook his head. “No, and I intend to set it right.” Somehow.

  She stared deep into his eyes, his soul, for what felt like an eternity.

  “Okay, then. He’ll either come back, or he won’t. Que sera, sera.”

  She might think it was up to fate, but he had other plans for their destiny.

  * * * *

  Brett offered Vic his arm when she came down from her judging booth in the Fascinations Lounge. She smiled graciously as he led her out the side door to the Lido deck, where they were meeting Carmyn and Mark for a late lunch.

  “Hey!” Carmyn called and waved them over to a table. When they’d sat, she beamed at Vic. “That was a fun contest, right?”

  Vic nodded and looked around distractedly. “Yeah. I still can’t believe all three of us gave that girl with the pearls the same score, though.”

  “Lovely,” Mark murmured. “They looked so shiny and wet. Made me just want to take them in my mouth.”

  “That’s the general goal with a clit piercing, dear.” Carmyn rolled her eyes. “Although I’ve never seen one like that. How many tiny pearls in that clit-chandelier? Twenty-five? Christ, I’d almost like to lick them too.” She laughed and reached for her drink.

  “I wasn’t so big on the tattooed yoohoos,” Vic said. “All I could think about was how long they had to lie there getting that done. And how much it must’ve hurt.”

  “And who wants their pussy hole to look like the eye of a falcon anyway?” Carmyn agreed. “I like the winner–that girl with the all-over body paint. The morning glory.”

  “Yes,” Brett agreed with a grin. “Her nipples were perfect little buds, just ready for plucking.”

  “That guy who used his junk and his sac to make a bird of paradise was… That was just wrong,” Mark said.

  “Too bad Vagina-Vase guy didn’t show up and arrange some flowers in some girls,” Vic said. “I kinda miss him. He hasn’t been up to the Mountain in a year or so. Might have to offer him a discount for a return visit.”

  Over Vic’s shoulder, Brett watched a couple getting frisky on the pool decking. Well, frisky might’ve been the stage several minutes back. They began the all-out sex sounds.

  Vic rolled her eyes, but she seemed to be the only one not interested in watching them. Everyone at a table in the vicinity had stopped what they were doing, to watch. Two girls at a nearby table began making out and groping breasts.

  “Now we’re talking.” Mark grinned and winked.

  Vic rubbed her eyes, but shifted in her seat a little. “Whose idea was it to eat here anyway?” Poor Vic. Much as she tried to act immune to it all, she nearly always got turned on by others making it.

  “Carmyn’s,” he and Mark said at the same time.

  Carmyn was a bit of a nympho, and never tired of seeing, hearing, or talking about coitus in its many forms.

  Vic curled her lip. “Might’ve known. Hey, why aren’t you at the anal class? I hear you get some real hands-on experience.”

  “Anal?” Mark laughed. “Carmyn could teach that class, honey.”

  “Shhh! Voices carry, darling.” But Carmyn didn’t look the least bit embarrassed. Instead, she raised her brows at Vic and placed a hand over hers. “You really don’t know what you’re missing, Tori.”

  “I’ve watched enough to have an idea, thanks.”

  “But do try it before you have babies,” Carmyn advised. “They mess everything up for a few years. You should totally be living it up now while you can, without arranging for sitters and everything else.”

  Vic blew a raspberry and stood. “Order me a margarita, will you? Double. I’ve gotta, erm…powder my nose.”

  “Uh-oh.” Once Vic was gone, Carmyn turned on him. “What’s the scoop?”

  “We’ve put making babies on hold for a bit. That’s all.” Not really all. More likely she was reeling because he’d effectively destroyed her chance to live it up on this trip. Knowing Vic, she’d start trying again to conceive soon after their return home. God knew he’d do what he must to make her happy, even if it meant kidnapping young David Roman.

  And it just might–they’d seen one another at the Body Art Exhibit, but David had looked away, outright pretending they didn’t know one another. The only proof of recognition was his pink cheeks.

  Chapter 9

  David waited at the Lido bar for his drink. All the sexual action around him could be a good thing, or it could make more of a mess in his head. Either way, the Lido deck was a safer place to hang out than the damn Cougar deck. He’d gotten grabbed and groped three times just walking through there. At first he’d thought it might be a good place to drown his surging lust, but the outright aggressiveness had seemed crass after the time he’d spent upstairs with Vic and Britt. Er, Victoria and Brett.

  And his room? Forget about it. Somebody in the berth next to his was having the trip of their life every time he stopped by, and he wasn’t interested i
n listening. He wished he didn’t even have to go back there to sleep.

  So it was better to hang out here, in the sun. Lots of sexy bodies to look at, and hey, if he got some free voyeur action, bonus. He’d never thought about it before, but he did kind of like watching. But probably not as much as the guy sitting alone at the corner table, whose hands were out of sight in his lap…

  “Here you go.” The bartender put an oversized frozen drink in front of him. He’d wanted a beer, but the guy–Griffin, his nametag said–had warned him the beer wasn’t staying cool long out in the sun and heat, and had talked him into the bar’s specialty drink.

  He sipped from the straw–daiquiri or colada? Did it matter?–and gazed across the bar to the pool area.

  “You should come as a crew member next time, bro,” Griffin said. “You’d be having a lot more fun.”

  “Yeah? Why’s that?”

  Griffin leaned over and lowered his voice. “I got sucked off twice during my shift yesterday.” He pointed down below the counter.

  “Is that sanitary?”

  Griffin shrugged. “HellifIknow. But there’s a spot reserved down here just for that. I was told it’s not my job to tend bar. It’s my job to fulfill fantasies for paying passengers who want it with a bartender.” He grinned and saluted. “I’m here to serve.”

  David took a long drink. A chick could be down there right now playing with Griffin’s sac. Except then Griffin probably wouldn’t be able to talk quite so well. “So you’re saying these chicks just, what, came up and ordered drinks, then asked if they could come around and blow you?” Crude, but…not bad. Maybe he’d get used to the open sex atmosphere. It was kind of a turn-on.

  Griffin squirmed a little. Maybe he did have a client down there. “Well, they weren’t both chicks.”

  “You mean…oh man.” Yuck. Mostly.

  Griffin nodded and shrugged. “At first I just pretended, you know, that it was a girl. But then I kinda… Well, he knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well.”

  Yowza. Weird, how hearing something like that wasn’t absolutely curling up his nuts. He’d overheard guys fooling around in locker rooms before–maybe that had made him a little immune to the normal homophobia he ought to feel.

  Hanging mugs on overhead hooks, Griffin asked, “So what’s making you the saddest sad sack on this cruise?”

  Sad? Did he seem pathetic? Fuck. That was lame. He took another long drink. Yeah, it definitely had as much alcohol in it as Griffin had promised. “Just getting my sea legs, I guess.”

  “You mean your see legs?” Griffin laughed. “Get it, s-e-e?”

  “Nah. Think I’ve definitely got those legs.” He chuckled. “Did you see those two girls earlier? When the other two piled on? Fuckin’ A.” That had been one hot show.

  Griffin kept hanging mugs like he expected a massive run on beer.

  Might as well spill his guts. Wasn’t that what bartenders were for? “I got this thing for a married woman.”

  Griffin’s brows raised, but he kept working.

  Maybe he didn’t really want to talk about this after all.

  “She hot?” Griffin paused and looked at him.

  “Oh yeah. The whole package–looks, money, power…” A husband who’s cool to hang out with, except… “Her husband wants me to do her while he watches.”

  “So what’s the problem, bro?”

  Good question. “It just seems…”

  “Kinky? Made in heaven? What, would you rather do her behind his back?”

  “No! Hell, no. It’s not like that at all. It’s just, I think they scoped me out, like they chose me out of a lineup or something.”

  “Again, what’s the hang-up? You won the competition, right? Claim the grand prize, bro. Who else is gonna get a shot at this married broad?”

  Maybe that’s what bugged him the most.

  Who had already had a shot at Vic? Er, Victoria? He didn’t like thinking about that. Maybe he’d be the flavor of the week. A toy they’d pick up on the cruise and then leave behind when they docked?

  Who would they have after him?

  “You came here to get laid, didn’t ya?” Griffin asked.

  He really had. So far he’d spent the whole trip lusting after a certain lady, and then freaking out when he got the green light to go for her. Didn’t make much sense.

  His drink was getting low. He could either order another one while Vic and Britt scoped out his replacement, or…he could go grab his shot.

  Claim the grand prize, bro.

  * * * *

  All done for the night. His replacement bartender was settled in, and already had two girls crammed into the BJ cubby. Griffin stretched his arms above his head and looked around the Lido deck. Not much action out here right now. Everybody was either in the dining room at the buffet, or still at the All About Anal class. Maybe he’d wander in and have a look-see...

  Whoa. The room formerly known as the Fascinations Lounge would never be the same again. Smelled like a porn set and looked like an episode of Girls Gone Slutsville. Holy shit. Everybody seemed to be having a hell of time, though. Christ. There was that sexy little cabana girl. What was her name? Pam? Peyton. Yeah. He’d seen a steady stream of men–and couples–in and out of her cabana all day. She should be sore by now. But looked like she still needed at least one more cock, and she sure wasn’t an anal virgin. Fuck. He wouldn’t mind hittin’ that. Should go a long way toward deleting memories of Trish and all her prissy ideas. Bitch. Why in hell had he wanted to marry her, anyway? Probably a good piece of luck she’d hooked up with her jackass reverend.

  Later, he’d get a piece of Peyton. Wouldn’t be hard to score, for sure. In the meantime, he’d had some pretty choice titties around his cock a few minutes ago, and enough blows to last a lifetime. Or at least a week.

  Chapter 10

  Victoria fastened her dangly diamond earrings on, then did a final mirror-check. Not bad, though she’d rather be staying in and lounging in her bikini in the hot tub. A knock at the door got her attention, though nobody else seemed to notice.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” she muttered. Britt and the others must have the music too loud out on the deck to hear. She made her way to the door, still cursing the thick carpet under her sparkly kitten heels. If she twisted her ankle, Britt was going to hear about it long and loud, since he’d insisted on the carpet. Who could be at the door? Her heart raced a little–maybe it was David. Highly unlikely, but… She peered through the peephole, and there he was, in plaid shorts and a blue t-shirt.

  Careful not the yank the door open in obvious ecstasy, she tried to keep her breathing even.

  “Uh. Hi.” He shoved his hands in his shorts pockets.

  “Hi.” She felt as if she must be beaming a giant, scary smile. “Come in.”

  “I, uh…left my shoes again.”

  So he had. She glanced over at the pair from that morning as well as the ones from the night before, neatly lined up by the wall.

  “Listen, David, I–”

  At the same time she spoke, he did, too. “I’ve been thinking and–”

  “You first–” they both said.

  He turned red and bit his upper lip.

  “Did you change your mind?” she asked softly.

  He nodded.

  “That’s all we need to say for now. Carmyn and Mark are here.”

  “Oh.” The red didn’t fade from his cheeks. “Sorry. I should have called or–” He turned as if to leave.

  She caught his warm, firm arm with her hand, looked up into his eyes. “No, don’t. We only have a few minutes, then we’ve got to leave for dinner with the Captain. But I know Britt would like to see you too.”

  He exhaled and his biceps relaxed under her palm. “So you haven’t…uh, found somebody else?”

  She managed a low, breathy laugh, though her heart raced and her breaths were shallow. “It’s not like that at all. But maybe we can explain later?”

  He nodded, so she
let her hand slide down his arm, to his hand, and led him to the patio. “Look who the wind just blew in!”

  Amid everyone’s greetings, she let go of David’s hand, met Britt’s eyes and smiled. He returned it with that adorable single-dimple grin, which told her he knew everything was right again.

  They had the laptop open on the table, to that blog post, and all sat where they could see the screen. Carmyn stared at it and shook her head. “Why the hell were you swiping condoms anyway, you big dork?”

  Britt’s eyes went wide.

  Beside her, David let out a little cough. Had he made the connection?

  “Erm. Souvenirs?” Britt sported a dopey grin. “One can never be too rich, nor own too many condoms.”

  “Christ, he sounds like Robin Leach,” Mark muttered. “So who do you think the blogger is? Wasn’t there a reporter onboard?”

  “Mick.” She hadn’t given him much thought since their conversation this morning.

  “The great throbbing cock?” David asked, in a perfect imitation of Britt’s voice.

  She couldn’t help but laugh–not just at David’s impersonation, but in relief because he’d come back. “Yeah. Him. Wouldn’t put it past him, though he’d be very sorry in the end. He got a nice stipend to attend this cruise, besides free passage. I think the contract Britt wrote says he loses all that if he breaches confidentiality.”

  Britt fidgeted with his bow tie and straightened his tux. “We’ll look into him. Shall we be after it, then? We’re due to dinner in just a few minutes.” He closed the laptop and stood.

  “Oh yes. We’d better run and get ready, too. We’ve got that…thing.” Carmyn licked her lips. She and Mark had a cabana reserved for the evening. No telling what they’d get up to. Victoria didn’t need the particulars, but some person or couple would no doubt be very satisfied by the end of the night.

  “Have fun.” She meant it. Carmyn and Mark deserved to enjoy this cruise as much as anybody else, and not just because they’d helped so much with referrals. They were a truly happy couple, and good people. Their exploits seemed to only heighten their love.