Slave Ship and Other Stories

by Reggie Chesterfield

  “Common workmen,” she snorted to herself bitterly. “Not good for anything.”

  Normally, she would have been walking with some of her fellow managers, but this time she had been alone because she had had to work through her usual lunchtime. She continued to walk, going as fast as she could without running so that she could get out of their line of vision. She was so embarrassed that she swore she would never go to that deli again, even if it was her favorite place to eat. There was no telling what she might say to them the next time. She would really give them a piece of her mind and they wouldn’t be too happy about that. That was for sure.

  “Hey, baby, why don’t you back that ass up?” another of them cackled. “I need to do a booty inspection.”

  “Mmmm…baby, what I would do to get my mouth on them big titties!” This big black guy licked his lips in a very exaggerated way to show what he was going to do to her breasts.

  She couldn’t help but shudder with disgust.

  Eventually Caroline turned the corner and was out of their sight. Even so, she continued to boil over as she rushed back to her building. After she got there, she buried herself in some reports and stewed about what had happened to her.

  She had always been a little self-conscious of her body. Not because she was ashamed of it or anything, but it always seemed to draw more attention to her than she wanted. She was blessed with large breasts and had kept herself in shape. She hadn’t let herself go the way a lot of women her age had. She was just a little embarrassed by the way the men had acted towards her.

  However she hadn’t ever let these feelings keep her from working out. But to what purpose? she often asked herself as she forced herself onto the treadmill. She certainly wasn’t trying to impress a man or anything. It was just part of her routine which she followed religiously. Eventually though, the toils of her job began to consume her and the events of the day were pushed from her mind.

  That night as Caroline walked into her apartment and threw her purse on the couch, she sighed heavily. She went to the refrigerator and fighting the urge to open a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, poured herself a glass of wine. Better drunk than fat, she thought.

  As she went through her mail, she couldn’t help but also look back at her life. This was something she had been doing a lot lately and always with extreme disappointment. It was always when she returned home to her empty apartment that doubts about what she had done with her life would begin to sink in. When her façade of being a single, independent career woman would begin to crumble and the darkness of her reality would make itself known.

  Simply put, she was alone and sometimes she couldn’t help but become depressed about it. At times like this, it was hard to find a silver lining. She had held such promise as a young woman that it was almost unfathomable that she had ended up in such a state.

  As she looked over at the well-worn dating books that were stacked up on her coffee table, it was even more evident that she was rapidly approaching forty and by all appearances had done little with her life. She lived in a crappy little apartment in the city that smelled so strongly of cat that it would have overwhelmed most people. Sadly, she didn’t even notice it anymore. Some of her small town acquaintances thought that her having an apartment in the city was really neat, but this was no consolation. They thought of her as being this successful single woman who was independent and didn’t need anyone. But this wasn’t comforting either.

  Sure, she had the freedom of being alone, but most of the time it just wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. She, of course, had a cat, a gay neighbor whom she hated, but not because he was gay but because he was an asshole, a Japanese car, a 401k plan and a career that had stalled at mid-management. She had hit the glass ceiling about ten years earlier and there was no way that she was ever going anywhere now. What had happened to the dreams she had held in college? She was going to go into the entertainment industry. She was going to work in the movies. She was going to travel the world. But, alas, nothing like that had happened. She had foolishly put all her youth into her career and her career, if one could call it that, was now all she had. No family, no friends other than those at work and no prospects.

  Caroline had always thought that she would be married someday, but had never had the time to commit to a relationship. She had always looked for Prince Charming, but had never even remotely found anyone that could measure up. As a result, she had simply gone on dates. Lots and lots of dates. As good looking as she was, she had never had a problem getting asked out by successful eligible men. Sometimes there was a small spark and she had gone out with the same one for several years. She had even lived with a lawyer named Jeffrey for a little over a year right after she had moved to the city. Things had gone well until he had one morning suggested that she get up and cook him breakfast. She had taken this slight to her career-woman status personally and had kicked him out immediately. She wasn’t going to be anybody’s maid.

  But that was much farther than her relationships had usually gone. Normally she went no further than dating these men. Sure, she sometimes had sex with them. At least some of them. Generic, vanilla sex. But it hadn’t really been something she had really enjoyed. Sure it was fun while she was doing it, but afterwards she had always felt used. Like she had been coerced or something. Like it had been something that one was supposed to do in a relationship. Or after one had dated a person for several times. She hadn’t even been a success at screwing and that was something that should have been easy. Truth be told, that was the real reason why she had formulated the independent woman persona and had said goodbye to dating.

  Such thoughts made her even more miserable. She drank more wine and went to bed.

  The next day was Saturday and she didn’t have to work. The light of day pushed away the gloom she was feeling the night before and she awoke in a different frame of mind. Her cat, mercifully, had let her sleep in. This was a rare occasion because Fluffy usually pounced on her head at dawn each morning. While she loved the fact that Fluffy liked her enough that she awakened her to play, sometimes she wished she could just boot that damned animal out the window. Sometimes she saw the cat as a symbol of her frustrated life, but this was only in her darker moments. She didn’t feel like this now. She loved the cat at this particular moment. Fluffy had let her get some rest, after all.

  As she took a shower, Caroline couldn’t help but think about how those men had acted at the construction site. She couldn’t get the sight and sounds of those low class lunks hooting and hollering out of her mind. She thought about them with their sweaty bodies and tight t-shirts grabbing their crotches and wagging their tongues at her. Those uneducated common workmen.

  It was weird, but while it had offended her then, she, for some reason, found it strangely exciting now. Maybe it was because her hormones were up because she had had a good rest, but thinking back, she couldn’t help but feel a little flattered and a lot turned on by how they had acted like a bunch of animals when she had walked by.

  As she continued to shower she couldn’t help but become excited at the thought of the men. She blushed and was embarrassed, but at the same time she quickly found herself getting wet. And not just from the water. As she began to rub her clitoris, she found her thoughts progressively getting more and more heated. Her mind went down strange paths as she thought about the incident. Stuff she had never thought before began racing through her mind. Before this, her fantasies had mainly fallen along the lines of romance novels where she was taken captive by swarthy buccaneers, fallen noblemen and desperate outlaws. But not this time. This time it was more real. More sexual. More carnal. This time her thoughts ran to situations that could really happen. Rather than one-on-one sex, she was lusting to have all men on her at once. Each one taking his turn at her. Every single, filthy, dirty-minded common workman at the site. In her mind, she would have one man’s dick in her mouth as another one fucked her from behind. Meanwhile, she would be giving a handjob to another. Her breath quickened as she t
hought about the men’s rough hands all over her breasts. She rubbed her nipples hard as she thought how they would manhandle her. How they would treat her like something they were working on rather than a person. They would use her like one of their tools they used to build things. But instead of construction, she would use her to achieve their pleasure. Her inner thighs quivered at how she would work their cocks. Her breath quickened as she moved her hands over her breasts and ass, finally settling on her pussy. She thought about how they would eat her twat the way they ate their sack lunches. Her wet body was slick from soap and it didn’t take long for her to come.

  After got out of the shower, she was a little ashamed at what she had fantasized about.

  I’m not like that, she thought. She wasn’t even a sexual person she reminded herself.

  Nevertheless, while she ran her errands that day, she couldn’t help but think about her fantasies. It was almost all she could do not to rub herself in public. Especially when she had taken her cat to the veterinarian for yearly vaccinations. While her kitty was getting worked on, she ached to work on her own kitty. The thought of being fucked by multiple common workmen made her so hot that she could feel herself oozing through her granny panties and loose, shapeless denim shorts. She had gotten so worked up in her lustful thoughts that she had had to go to the restroom and pleasure herself. If the veterinarian hadn’t been about eighty-years old, she would have jumped on him instead, but she wasn’t quite ready to go there —y et.

  After Caroline completed all she had to do that day, she went home. As she walked aimlessly around her apartment thumbing through fashion magazines, it occurred to her to do something she had never done before. It was probably because she was still horny as hell, but this time she didn’t feel ashamed at all for her feelings. She got on the internet and started searching for porn. Most especially gangbang porn. She had never done this sort of thing before and found herself almost salivating as she searched the internet and found what she was looking for. Her hand was on her pussy even before she could look at any pictures. And when she opened a new window dealing with home improvement topics she almost convulsed with pleasure. She orgasmed many times that evening and knew that this was indeed something she could get into.

  And this was how her life went for the next few weeks. She would work all day and rush home and look at porn and masturbate. She actually began to get excited about going home. She had used to tell herself that she couldn’t wait to get home to see her cat, but deep down she knew that wasn’t true. It was just an excuse. Something to fool herself into thinking that she wanted to go home. However, now she had something that really made her feel good. Sure she was still a little bitter about how her life had turned out, but now at least she had something to look forward to. Hadn’t she always heard that having something to look forward to was a cornerstone to being happy? Well, at least she had that now. She loved to see pictures and videos of women taking on all sorts of men. Men these women didn’t even know. She also found herself even getting into women having sex with other women, but the gangbang was what really turned her on. She even joined some groups online to find out more.

  She was definitely hooked and felt happier than she had in a long time. People at work even noticed her new attitude. She even bought some sex toys online. While her favorite was the rabbit, she especially loved the small bullet-type vibrator that she could wear under her clothes. This way whenever the urge hit, she could discreetly turn it on and scratch her itch so to speak.

  It wasn’t long before her new habit began to creep into her dressing habits. She began to shop for more revealing and form-fitting clothes. While before she looked like she was wearing maternity wear because her clothes were so baggy, she now wanted to show off her tits and ass. This was a major step, but she was so turned on by the porn and her fantasies that her sexuality couldn’t help but come out of her in different ways. She was especially fond of a short skirt and tight sweater combo. The lower cut the better. Her goal now was to make men drool which had been next to impossible when windsuits had been her preferred casual-wear.

  She even bought new work clothes. While she had tried to hide her breasts before, now she made sure she showed off her cleavage at almost every opportunity. She bought clothes that showed off her body as much as possible without crossing the line into unprofessionalism. She still had to make a living. And she had to maintain her image as an independent career woman. This was a very important aspect of her identity after all.

  Still she managed to achieve her purpose. Every look she got from a man would start her heating up. She made a point of going by the construction site to see what they would do. If they had hooted at her before when she wore what she now regarded as the unsexiest clothes imaginable, they were literally beside themselves now. The men almost lost it this time. They hollered and jumped around like a bunch of gorillas trying to grab a banana off a hook in the ceiling. She could almost hear the whine in their voices. The whine that comes with someone who is so horny that he is doing his best to keep his hands off his cock.

  “Hey baby, I’ve got a corporate ladder for you to climb!” one of them yelled as he pretended to beat off.

  Mmmm…Caroline thought. I bet he does. The filthy common workman.

  Even though they were quite a ways away, she was sure that she could see their dicks growing in their dirty work pants. She could just imagine how her fantasy would come true if she just went over there. She fought the urge because, while she was as horny as hell, she wasn’t sure how something like that would play out in real life. For now, she would just have to be content with her vibrator.

  After one particularly rewarding session of watching porn, she suddenly realized something.

  Why couldn’t she get involved in the action?

  Maybe not to do actual porno, but maybe leave her apartment and see what happened? Just get out and go with the flow and let the situation come to its logical conclusion. She wanted to see if her fantasies could become reality if she just let nature take its course. Surely it couldn’t be difficult. She saw her porn addiction as the best thing that had happened in her life since she had gotten a coffee mug for two years consecutive good attendance. Why not go further with it? She would have to be careful where she went. But she would just have to trust her instincts.

  It was decided. She had had regular one-on-one sex before, so why not go for it and seek out some group action? She could think of no reason why not.

  She grabbed her vibrator and fired up the internet again to explore the logistics of setting up a real life encounter.

  But then she realized something and turned it off.

  She didn’t need an internet to find what she was looking for. She would go to the construction site. She would give those common workmen something they could work on. They could definitely work with their hands on her. She looked forward to slumming it.

  She squirmed as she began to get heated up. This was probably the first time she had had a good reason for wanting to go to work the next day.

  The following day, she wore her sexiest work outfit and couldn’t help but absent-mindedly go about her job. She left her underwear at home because she didn’t want anything getting between her and all those cocks. She hadn’t really been sure what to wear, but figured if real life was anything like her fantasies, she wouldn’t be wearing them for long once she approached the workers.

  She fidgeted all morning because couldn’t wait to go to lunch.

  “Caroline, is there anything wrong?” her boss, the department director, had asked after he had stood in front of her desk for a couple of minutes without being noticed.

  He was a soft, shapeless doughy man characterized by his cheap shoes and pleated khakis. He was definitely not a common workman by any stretch of the imagination. She now realized why her sex life had always been so terrible up to this point. She had always dated guys like him.

  “Oh, nothing. I’ve just got something on my mind,” she answered truthfully, f
lustered that he had taken her mind off her fantasies.

  “It must be something pretty important. As deeply in thought as you are,” he said.

  “Oh, it is,” she said and smiled. Fortunately for her, he had to run off to a meeting.

  She fingered herself under her desk until she knew that it would be safe to leave. She quickly left her building and walked over towards the site and stopped just as she approached the building. She was very nervous about going into it and almost turned around and went back to her office several times but her horniness won out. She had a secret fear that the men might think she was a fool, but then realized that such thinking was stupid. What man would turn down an opportunity like this? Especially men who acted like them. These were men who were accustomed to things like bologna sandwiches with mayonnaise. A woman like her would be like a filet mignon to them.

  She walked into the site and heard voices but didn’t see anyone. She followed them up the stairs until she found what she was looking for. It was a large empty room. She noticed that there were three men there. Where had the others gone? All the ones who had hooted and hollered at her? It didn’t matter. Three would be enough.

  They didn’t notice her at first but when she walked up to them, they couldn’t help but whistle under their breath. They were all sweeping up and picking up debris in a way that suggested that they had probably been sweeping and picking up the same debris for hours in an effort to ride the clock. The place looked almost finished but was still quite dusty. She noticed immediately that they were focusing upon her like she was a piece of meat. She could feel her pussy tingling with excitement. Her breasts were aching to be groped by hands other than her own. By their common workmen’s hands. Yes, this was going to be a good day, she could feel it.