Faith Chapter 8: Makeover and therapy

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This entry is part 8 of 18 in the series Faith

I was now completely confused. I was alone in the elevator, but not only was I stuck between running away and trying to fit it, I had way too many room numbers in my head and was no longer sure which one I was supposed to go to.

333? No, that was the black girl, sorry, African-American girl. Shit, how do people keep track of every fucking room numbers..,

I was walking down the corridor in the staff section of the 3rd deck when a man in his mid-thirties saluted me.

“Faith?” he asked. I tried once again to hide my naked body but I suppressed the move and instead saluted him back.

He joined me and shook my hand.

“I am Philip, the resident therapist. I was hoping to talk to you, so let’s go see Helena so we can kill two birds with one stone.”.

“Lead the way!”, I managed to say, half convinced.

We quickly reached room 317, where Helena, a nude thirty-something woman was welcoming me in a room which has been converted to a kind of beauty salon.

I was invited to sit on the chair so Helena would work on me, while Philip would help me cope with my situation.

“Faith”, Helena began, “I do not know if you noticed, but most of our ladies have very long hair as this is attractive to most men. My goal for you is to get you to get your hair to come down a little lower than your hips which shouldn’t take more than a year. So, let me condition and shampoo your hair at the end. Instead, if you let me, I would arrange your eyebrows, wax your legs and… well, your pubis. In our files, we want you to look like you were a teenager, so that goes with it. We do have a tutor, Gabriella, who will help you act the part, but that’s for later this week. Today, we want you to look the part. To help, I’ll compose a subtly make-up pattern to make you look a little younger.”

I was internally disgusted, but what was I to do?

I simply nodded and Helena began preparing her tools.

Philip took the stand.

“I know you are probably scared, but this is really a safe place. Helena here, for example, also works with clients, not just the staff. Tell me, Helena, how long have you been here?”

“Six years”, she replied, from behind him.

Wow, six years…

“How many men did you have sex with?”

“Two. Bill and James.”

“Only two? In six years?”, I asked.

“Yeap… Bill is my current boyfriend. He works in the engine room. We’ve been dating for 2 years. Before Bill, I dated James who used to work at the reception desk, but he wanted an open relationship, I didn’t, and eventually, we drifted apart and he left the company”

“And you will see,”, Philip continues, “That this story repeats itself. Most of our female employees do not have sex with clients. Some do, and those that do, have a lot of it. We have quite a girls who have sex multiple times per day, but it’s their own choice, not ours. I won’t lie, we have 3 rapes in all of our years. All of the clients involved are now in jail, and we really helped the three girls. Two of them are still with us and they still love the work.”

“But naked?”

“Yeah, we do recruit a lot of nudist girls, that’s where Helena comes from…”

“I grew up in a naturist center. I was recruited by one of my friends, Maria. She comes from a religious sect which practices nudity. She works in the steakhouse and doesn’t believe in sex outside of marriage but unlike me, she was homeschooled at our naturist center. For her, this is a perfect job and she just pretends no sex is occurring”

I see….

“So this experience will be what you make of it.”, continued Philip. “It can be fearful, stressful, with you hiding in shame every day or you can try to grow as a person! We have classes on board, books, training programs. You can exercise, you can explore sexuality as much or as little as you want. You can enjoy the company of non-conventional women who tend to not compete with each other. You can learn how to cook, how to be a stylist, you can learn how to be a croupier. You can learn a valuable trade so that when you do decide to leave us, we can provide you with a cover story to explain your time on the boat”

“So not all girls are ambushed into coming on board like I was?”

“No, not at all. And sorry about that. Greg recruits drifters, homeless girls. We find that 80% of them become great recruits, one of the highest percentage. We do recruit nudist girls, but they don’t work out as well as Helena or Maria does.”

“What happens to the remaining 20%?”

“They leave, and we can’t help them anymore. About 30% of them are dead within a year. No, don’t look horrified, these were often junkies or low education girls. Within a few months, they fall into prostitution, drug rings and are either the victims of violence or overdoses”

Damned if you stay, damned if you leave.

Helena picked that time to start waxing my left leg, now that the wax was hot enough. It distracted me..

“How different is that then from here?”

“Out there, they prostitute themselves our of survival. In here, the few that decide to try it, do it for fun, for money, but mainly, they do it in full security. Mstartstart with a yellow bead, try it out, discover they love it and expand. When they want to stop, they stop. Girls out there are blackmailed into prostitution”

“And you, why are you here?”, I asked him, Directly.

“Ah, the proverbial question! Honestly? I fleed the USA. I didn’t finish my degree, but I decided to start my practice as if I did. I was found, and had to flee. The cruise accepted me a therapit and I am kind of stuck here, unlike you”

Helena commented: “Yeah, the poor guy need to stay on a boat filled with gorgeous women! What he failed to mention..”

Philip interrupted her… “Please, give me time…”

What did he do?

“What he failed to mention was that he slept with a few of his patients, and on this boat, get to keep doing it”

Yuck, a therapist sleeping with his patients? Disgusting.

“You make me sound like a pervert! I don’t initiate it! But if a patient falls in love with me, who am I to say no?”

Helena took charge just as he riped the first band of paper with some pain…

“Faith, are you feeling better, perhaps we can continue this conversation between ladies.”

I nodded, and Philip excused himself. “It’s nice to feel wanted!”, he said as  sneered comment.

But Helena came in my viewpoint at soon as he closed the door.

“Honey, you are safe, but keep something in mind. These people will play with your values. They will push you ever so gently to you are more comfortable to fit with their agenda for you. They want you are a red bead, they want all of us to willingly become green beads. Everything, from your nudity, to their choise of a therapist who sleeps with their patient, to hiring nudist girls like me, is geared to lower your limits. If you want to explore that, go ahead, you will be in safe hands. I’ve known a few girls who tried the greens beads and later returned to red. They will accept that. But slowly, bit by bit, they will work at lowering your current feeling of disgust and increase for tolerance for sexuality. If you are fine with it, you will have a lot of fun making a lot of money in here, but otherwise, make sure you won’t regret it, ok? You can always come to talk to me.”

I nodded. It felt good to feel like I had an ally. But in all honesty, I had no idea what I would regret in 6 months. Would I regret coming on board? Would I regret having sex? Would I regret not exploring that avenue? All I knew, is that I was a little less scared right now, but I didn’t know why.

 

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