Re: Not That Prediction
Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2021 5:36 pm
Chapter Two
6:27 PM
Just half-an-hour earlier, was the mandatory lifeboat drill for the entire ship. Once that happens, no other passengers or crew are allowed on or off (with the exception of the pier pilot.) The Captain doesn't want to have to do the drill all over again, waste of time. And these ships, they cost an upwards of $10,000 a minute while operating. Time is money. No fucking around. Now in reality, that $10,000 figure is pretty abstract. If you can't open the duty free shops for one minute longer because you have one minute less time in international waters, the line isn't losing $10,000. It doesn't work like that, it isn't one-for-one. The passengers are just going to spend a tiny bit more money for each minute that you are international. Mike isn't all that bright but he knew that much. Either way, the instant the drill ended, the ships idled engines really roared into life and they started to move away from the pier.
Mike strolled into the dining room fashionably late, just 3 minutes before they are the close the door to guests. Ships that have assigned seated for dining, they don't keep the doors open at all times (the way they do freestyle cruising) as they need to turn over all the tables at the same moment for the next dining. As it turns out, Mike was the last person to the table (as he wanted to be.) It forces him to sit in whatever seat is left open. Mike never bothered to check his bags when he embarked so he had his entire wardrobe to use for the first dinner. He was dressed to the nines, the grey suit with a red tie, black shoes. Just a dab of fuck-me collogne.
At the table, what a Motley Crue this turned out to be. 2 obese gay guys (there is always at least 2 gay guys) dressed all flamboyant. There was an older gentleman with his wife. The two of them looked to be about 90. They either asked to sit with other people or they arrived late to get their assigned table and there weren't any tables for two to be had. The other seven were women.
Three of them appeared to be in their early to late 50s. All were wearing rings, all appeared to be married. Must be one of those "married-women-who-knew-each-other-for-decades-going-on-vacation-togther-without-hubby-and-kids" deals. As marriages get more and fractured and specialized, that type of shit happens with more regularity. In any event a no-go for Mike.
The other 4 women, were each couples of two. One set looked to be in their late late 20s, both thin, both very hot looking. They weren't wearing their dress best yet (probably didn't get their suitcases into their cabin yet from the ship who took possession of them when they checked their bags.) But it they were both made up nice and it looked like they each spent at least 30 minutes straightening their long hair. Impressive. In any event, they were Mike's enemies at the table. And why? BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE POWER! The other set of ladies, they were in their late 30s, both morbidly obese (at least 250 pounds each) and smiling right at Mike as he walked right over to the open seat sitting right next to one of them. These are the fuckable ones. JACKPOT! Mr Sulu, set target of my penis phaser directly as their tight assholes.
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6:52 PM
"Pina Colada please" said hot Becky. "Just charge to the room. So Mike, what do you do?" 28 year old hottie, reverting into full hypergamy mode.
"Self-employed."
"So evasive. Maybe you are just unemployed?" Giggles. Looking at Mike for a reaction. Gets none. "You could have a medical practice or maybe be a drug dealer?"
"I wish I was a drug dealer. I don't make that kind of money." At this point, Becky shuts down. She'll be in listening mode but no further inquiries from her over dinner at least.
"Is this your first cruise Mike?" said hot Samantha.
"Ah, yes." Mike lied. "You know I always wanted to go on one of these and experience this."
"Why alone?"
"Well, I have a lot of friends. I mean a lot of friends." Mike turns away from Samantha and looks longingly at the two fat girls. "But you know..." sighs a little, add some breathy-ness to his next remark to get those 'ginas wet "...my close friends lack both the level of commitment and accountability to plan something like this AND they can't save two pennies to pay for it." Looks down at his shrimp cocktail. Remembers what he rehersed. "I envy you ladies."
Fat Ann and Fat Brianne are grinning ear to ear. Their nipples are so hard they cut glass. The two of them babble on about absolutely nothing of importance over the next 5 minutes about how lucky they are to have each other as such close friends and even luckier to meet such a man as Mike. Hot Becky was looking at this interaction with a face that lost all expression. Hot Samantha was starting to get annoyed.
"So for your first time cruising Mike, your FIRST TIME, tell me, what plans do you have at the destinations?"
"I haven't booked anything yet" Mike told the truth. And he wont be booking anything. But he is slowly coming to the realization that Samantha, she is on to him.
"What are you doing after dinner Mike?" the now very visibly erect nippled and moist Fat Brianne asked?
"There is a 70's disco style dance bar on the deck right above us. After the 8PM embarkation show, you'll find me there. Music was way before our time buts it is fun and you can dance to it."
"Oh WE'LL BE THERE Mike!" echoed back Fat Ann.
Becky was busily stirring her Pina Colada, trying to make sense of something that made no sense. Samantha was looking straight at Mike. She was trying to get him to look her eye-to-eye. Mike would have none of it.
6:27 PM
Just half-an-hour earlier, was the mandatory lifeboat drill for the entire ship. Once that happens, no other passengers or crew are allowed on or off (with the exception of the pier pilot.) The Captain doesn't want to have to do the drill all over again, waste of time. And these ships, they cost an upwards of $10,000 a minute while operating. Time is money. No fucking around. Now in reality, that $10,000 figure is pretty abstract. If you can't open the duty free shops for one minute longer because you have one minute less time in international waters, the line isn't losing $10,000. It doesn't work like that, it isn't one-for-one. The passengers are just going to spend a tiny bit more money for each minute that you are international. Mike isn't all that bright but he knew that much. Either way, the instant the drill ended, the ships idled engines really roared into life and they started to move away from the pier.
Mike strolled into the dining room fashionably late, just 3 minutes before they are the close the door to guests. Ships that have assigned seated for dining, they don't keep the doors open at all times (the way they do freestyle cruising) as they need to turn over all the tables at the same moment for the next dining. As it turns out, Mike was the last person to the table (as he wanted to be.) It forces him to sit in whatever seat is left open. Mike never bothered to check his bags when he embarked so he had his entire wardrobe to use for the first dinner. He was dressed to the nines, the grey suit with a red tie, black shoes. Just a dab of fuck-me collogne.
At the table, what a Motley Crue this turned out to be. 2 obese gay guys (there is always at least 2 gay guys) dressed all flamboyant. There was an older gentleman with his wife. The two of them looked to be about 90. They either asked to sit with other people or they arrived late to get their assigned table and there weren't any tables for two to be had. The other seven were women.
Three of them appeared to be in their early to late 50s. All were wearing rings, all appeared to be married. Must be one of those "married-women-who-knew-each-other-for-decades-going-on-vacation-togther-without-hubby-and-kids" deals. As marriages get more and fractured and specialized, that type of shit happens with more regularity. In any event a no-go for Mike.
The other 4 women, were each couples of two. One set looked to be in their late late 20s, both thin, both very hot looking. They weren't wearing their dress best yet (probably didn't get their suitcases into their cabin yet from the ship who took possession of them when they checked their bags.) But it they were both made up nice and it looked like they each spent at least 30 minutes straightening their long hair. Impressive. In any event, they were Mike's enemies at the table. And why? BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE POWER! The other set of ladies, they were in their late 30s, both morbidly obese (at least 250 pounds each) and smiling right at Mike as he walked right over to the open seat sitting right next to one of them. These are the fuckable ones. JACKPOT! Mr Sulu, set target of my penis phaser directly as their tight assholes.
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6:52 PM
"Pina Colada please" said hot Becky. "Just charge to the room. So Mike, what do you do?" 28 year old hottie, reverting into full hypergamy mode.
"Self-employed."
"So evasive. Maybe you are just unemployed?" Giggles. Looking at Mike for a reaction. Gets none. "You could have a medical practice or maybe be a drug dealer?"
"I wish I was a drug dealer. I don't make that kind of money." At this point, Becky shuts down. She'll be in listening mode but no further inquiries from her over dinner at least.
"Is this your first cruise Mike?" said hot Samantha.
"Ah, yes." Mike lied. "You know I always wanted to go on one of these and experience this."
"Why alone?"
"Well, I have a lot of friends. I mean a lot of friends." Mike turns away from Samantha and looks longingly at the two fat girls. "But you know..." sighs a little, add some breathy-ness to his next remark to get those 'ginas wet "...my close friends lack both the level of commitment and accountability to plan something like this AND they can't save two pennies to pay for it." Looks down at his shrimp cocktail. Remembers what he rehersed. "I envy you ladies."
Fat Ann and Fat Brianne are grinning ear to ear. Their nipples are so hard they cut glass. The two of them babble on about absolutely nothing of importance over the next 5 minutes about how lucky they are to have each other as such close friends and even luckier to meet such a man as Mike. Hot Becky was looking at this interaction with a face that lost all expression. Hot Samantha was starting to get annoyed.
"So for your first time cruising Mike, your FIRST TIME, tell me, what plans do you have at the destinations?"
"I haven't booked anything yet" Mike told the truth. And he wont be booking anything. But he is slowly coming to the realization that Samantha, she is on to him.
"What are you doing after dinner Mike?" the now very visibly erect nippled and moist Fat Brianne asked?
"There is a 70's disco style dance bar on the deck right above us. After the 8PM embarkation show, you'll find me there. Music was way before our time buts it is fun and you can dance to it."
"Oh WE'LL BE THERE Mike!" echoed back Fat Ann.
Becky was busily stirring her Pina Colada, trying to make sense of something that made no sense. Samantha was looking straight at Mike. She was trying to get him to look her eye-to-eye. Mike would have none of it.