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I followed Georges and Francine on the boat as I had no idea which restaurant they were going to pick.

As I walked with them, I crossed path with Amir who saluted me. I whispered that they invited me to eat with them, and he congratulated me. “Clients have priority, just don’t do anything outside of your comfort zone and if you do have sex, he needs to wear a condom, that’s non-negotiable. Oh, and remember, it’s not your job to bill anything.”

I thanked him and rejoined my new “friends” who were waiting for me a little further away.

Instead of going to the buffet, however, they brought me to one of the fancy sit down restaurants. It only had about 15 tables but they had a reservation and got a table for the three of us.

In the menu, I picked a filet-mignon steak like Georges did because, well, because I never had one before. I had heard a lot of people talk about them, but growing up dirt poor didn’t let me experience the finer things in life.

Francine took a chicken kebab plate and our waitress, Erica, a mid-twenties blonde with short hair thanked us with a smile.

Slowly, I was getting used not just with my own nudity, but with the other women’s nudity.

The conversation with Georges and Francine was light. It was their first cruise with this company and in fact, two days ago was the first time Francine had undressed in front of others but it was as exciting as she expected it would be!

She planned to remain naked for the whole three weeks cruise, well, if possible.

I asked more details about our destination and was told that the cruise would quickly go south to a private island in the south of the Caribean which was the company resort, where we will stay for a full week, before returning off the coast of Miami.

“But then”, explained Georges, “It will leave for a 2 months trip to the Middle East. We are currently saving to try and join next year if we love it this year. We are told that the company build a closed city of sorts in Dubai where female nudity is allowed all day long. It’s got restaurants, movie theaters, shopping malls, everything a city has but it allows female nudity”.

Francine stopped me. “Provided the female isn’t Muslim of course…”

Georges added. “Oh right, Muslim men are allowed but not Muslim women. Something about their local laws…”

I mostly stayed silent, only asking questions from time to time to keep the conversation going. I realized I would be going to that city soon, whether I wanted it or not and I had no idea how to feel about that.

Our meal arrived while Georges and Francine were still talking about their lives in general, what they did for a living, how much they are saving to try to make it to the city next year: it’s not just the money for the trip, but also the fact that they need to take a much longer vacation.

I enjoyed my filet mignon, it’s like the steaks I had eaten as a kid in the school cafeteria but much better. I suspected I wouldn’t get to eat such a rich meal for long with our weight being watched but seeing as I was probably underweight due to malnourishment, I don’t think anyone would complain.

During the meal, the conversation shifted to sexual fantasies.

Francine explained why she enjoyed public nudity. “I think I am an exhibitionist. Already, in high school, I would try to flaunt the dress code by revealing as much as I could. It’s only thanks to Georges that I had the courage to go all in.”

I nodded and kept listening. What else could I do?

Georges continued. “We did once have sex in a park, hidden behind a bush… it was at night, but the thrill of possibly getting caught!”

Francine had her hand on her chest. “Oh yes, we were hooked! Now we want to have sex with people watching us. We want to know what it feels like. I saw that mattress on the upper deck, but it’s too much for the first time…”

Georges nodded. “I don’t even know if I would keep an erection!”, both laughed.

Francine looked at me and directly asked me. “So, what do you say, would you go back to our room with us?”

I almost choked on my bite! I drank some water to recover and just replied that I had a red bead…

Georges apologized and explained: “No, you misunderstood us. We don’t want you to touch us and we won’t touch you. We just want to have sex in our bed, while you sit on the couch and look at us. That’s it. We trust you, in part because of your red bead and the fact you just arrived. We don’t want a threesome, God no, we just want to see how it feels to have sex with someone watching us, to know if we can do it with more people watching.”

“But..”

Francine quickly added. “We’ll add a great tip. We won a lot at the casino thanks to you!”

I hesitated.

Georges, “Listen, why don’t we finish eating. We are in room 617. If you are interested, come knock at our door between 6 and say 7. We’ll wait for you.”

“Ok”, I replied, half shaking.

“Ok, you’ll think about it?”, Francine asked.

“Ok, I will do it”, I replied, unsure of why.

Both hugged each other and proposed a toast to me. They got 3 glasses of champagne and we toasted to our “friendship”.

Rich people…

But I was starting to understand why I said yes. I would see people having sex in public, either on the boat or at the resort. I would need to get used to it. Why not get a nice tip and do it in a private room with nice people instead of being forced into it?

After all, the boat hadn’t left yet, I could still leave.

“But I need to complete my orientation first”, I explained. “I’ll see you soon, however”.

I left the remaining half of my champagne glass, the last quarter of my steak, some of my vegetables and my two new “friends” and rushed to the elevator to get down to deck 3. I needed some time to clear my head…

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