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Once I was out of the elevator on the third deck, I quickly walked (and almost ran) toward the “staff only” door that divided the client area with the personel section.

Not a second after the door closed behind me, tears began rolling on my cheeks.

I was in way too deep. I wasn’t ready for this. Talking to people, sure. Being nude all of the time, perhaps. But seeing a couple have sex?

I could very well just work in the restaurants and help people get seated, but was this what I really wanted?

All of my life, I followed pretty much the path of least resistance, I had fought to even survive, I had given up on rising above the dirt.

Was this what I wanted now for the rest of my life?

I mean, $1500 per month, that sounds amazing, until you realize that it’s pretty much pocket change unless you stay a long time!

After 6 months, it’s still only $9,000 and if I left, what would I do with my life?

They said they could teach me a trade or something, but not in 6 months! This is for girls that are in the long hau and I suspect, not just those who stay long but also just those that go deep, those that fill their pockets with client’s money.

Was I content to just do the time and get the paycheck or did I want to go all in? What was even going all in?

Could I trust the main personal like that shrink or that Doctor?

A girl left her room, saluted me and left the staff area. I stood up to salute her but she seemed in a hurry.

Being up on my very naked feet, I decided to walk aimlessly, at least, I would stay active a little.

I went in front of room 337 and decided to skip it, instead, I froze in front of room 333.

What was her name? Kayla… Yes, Kayla. I knocked hesitantly, and the door opened a few seconds later, revealing the African American beauty I had seen just a few hours ago.

“On my, you’ve been crying… Come inside, let aunt Kayla help you out.”

She pulled me in, closed the door and made me sit on her bed next to her.

“What’s wrong? Did somebody do something wrong?”

“No, I guess it’s mainly overwhelming..”, I replied, just as my sobbing resumed.

She pulled me closer and hugged me as I cried on her shoulder. No, not shoulder, she is taller than I am, on her arm.

We stayed close for a few minutes, until my crying stopped.

“Take your time, I have plenty of time for you…”

I stayed silent a few more minutes, but hesitantly asked: “How do you do it?”.

“Do what? You might have to be more specific…”, she replied.

“Well, ok, so this couple were really nice, but then, they asked me to watch them in their room have sex. How do I deal with that?”

She laughed a little. “Oh, ok, I thought it was more. Listen, the first thing you have to get into your head isn’t that this is a sex cruise…”

“It’s not?”, I was completely confused. Did I get everything wrong?

“What you have to understand instead, is that this is a sex world. The whole planet is obsessed with sexuality. So, you have really three choices in life. You can pretend it’s not, like all of the girls out there who can’t seem to find Mr. Right because their version of Mr. Right is never based on reality or you can accept it and try to make it on your own”

She stopped, but I was still listening. After a while, I asked, “Well, what is the third option?”

“This cruise! Here, it’s us who put the limits, and we actually get paid for participating while they assure we are kept safe. We can embrace our sexuality and have fun, without the fear of getting killed, raped, getting stuck with an unwanted kid. We can rob these men of their hard earned money by using our bodies as a job, and find ways to have fun doing it.”

I pulled up straight and looked at her in the eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“Hell yeah. I have as much sex as I want, and find plenty of clients to do it exactly like I want it, and get insanely rich doing it, all without much risk, and all while learning how to be a dental hygienist.”

This time I am the one who laughed.

“What, it’s serious profession. Almost everyone has teeth and they need to be cleaned. I mean, one day I” want to settle down and that’s as good as a job as any other…”

“Are you always that positive?”, I asked, surprised at her outlook.

“Well, what’s the alternative? Always feeling gloom and depressed? You live on a cruise ship, don’t have to worry about what to wear, and get to eat wonderful food and tan on beautiful beaches. It doesn’t get any better than this.”

“I guess”.

“Listen, keep your red bead as long as you want, but if you decide to open up, Aunt Kayla can teach you all there is to know about sex, and how to make money from it, all while having the time of your life.”

“Can I ask you a question? What are the three beads?”

“Good question! So the green one means I am always open for business. In reality, that’s a lie, when I am not, I just hide in here, and when a client disgust me, I just find ways to avoid him. The purple one means I am bisexual. Pink, by the way, means lesbian. We only have a few here, management doesn’t like them much since they excite some clients but never do anything about it. Black however, means that I am open to BDSM. Do you know what that is?”

“Not in details…”

“Then forget about it for now, but when you want to know more, come see me, ok? I’ll show you how to really take advantage of that bead.”

“Ok”

“So, are you feeling better?”

“I guess…”

“OK, now for that couple, You don’t have to look that much at them, just give them smiles and make eye contact a lot with them when they look at you. If you want to tip, many like it when the girl masturbates, or a least pretends to, when they do it. It makes them feel like they did a good show. You don’t have to actually do it, you can just place your hand in front of your crotch and pretend. A few moans here and there will sell the illusion.”

“So it’s all pretend?”

She laughed again. “Not all of it, but a LOT of it. Management doesn’t talk about it: they want the real deal, but honestly, the 6th or 7th time I had sex in a day, all I have in mind is my bed and what I am going to eat for breakfast the next day. By then, I don’t even remember the guy”

“6th or 7th time???”

“Yeah, and I can present you girls who do it even more often. The demand is there, not all of the time, but enough to keep us busy.”

I was now back to feeling shocked, but Kayla sensed it and grabbed my arm.

“But no one is asking you to… I do it because I like it and I like the money. You do you. You might never do it, you might do it once per month, only with guys you like, only with gals, you decide. Some girls arrive a virgin and leave a virgin. Others only fuck the staff. I prefer to fuck guys who also fill my bank account, but I don’t see it as prostitution: I see it as being a good way to pass the time which, as a bonus, gives me more money.”

I was even more confused than when I entered her room…

“Listen”, she added, sensing my hesitation. “Go see your couple, and once you are done, if you are not completely disgusted, I have a race at 8h00 pm. I could use an assistant. There won’t be any sexuality, but it might help you.”

She was smiling at me. “Sure, I guess…”

“See me at the running deck, at the back of the ship. It’s on deck 5. Just take any of the doors that go to the side of the ship, and walk toward the back. I’ll be there about 20 minutes ahead, but we don’t start anything before 8.”

“OK, I guess I’ll try to be there…”

“And remember, sex is good. It’s not disgusting, it’s not evil, and if done safely, it won’t break or hurt you. Stick with me and you’ll be safe, and make a ton of money.”

I just thanked her and left her cabin, reassured, but not less confused.

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