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So here I was. Expected to strip naked, not for the evening, but for a full 6 months! And be naked in front of pure strangers, people who pay to find prostitutes and sluts.

Clara was smilling at me, and Steve our pilot wasn’t even looking our way. I knew I had to do something. I knew I had to strip naked, but how could I?

“Let me help you Faith… you look like a deer caught in a headlight!”

She began by lifting my t-shirt. I stood there, motionless, unable to resist but also unable to help. Miraculously, my arms lifted when she pulled the t-shirt above my shoulders, but I do not believe I ordered them to move. Perhaps an autonomous response?

The same way, they immediately crossed in front of my breasts. I just couldn’t my arms even if I had to swim to stay afloat. Clara laughed.

“I had the same reaction the first time. Don’t worry, everything will be all right”

How could things every be alright? How could I overcome this?

I didn’t feel her unclasp my bra, but it stayed in place because of my crosses arms, so she moved to my skirt. The button was easy to undo and within seconds, I was only in my underwear.

I thought my arms would block her, but she managed to gently pull my panties down without much reaction on my part.

Gently, she pulled on one of my legs and to my surprise, it lifted enough for her to slide the panties off so that a few seconds later, she could repeat the process.

She gave me a minute, delicately placing my panties, skirt, and t-shirt into my bag.

But she wasn’t done. I wasn’t fully nude yet.

“Trust me Faith… you’ll love it…”

She said while gently pulling my hands away, letting my bra dangle on my arms. Surprising myself, I am the one who pulled out the bra. My breasts were already exposed anyway, so it was just a formality.

“No shoes?”, I ended up asking. All I got was a nod, so I sat back down and removed my shoes and my socks. I was now fully naked, shivering, not because I was cold, but because I was terrified. I stared blankly in front of me but I caught from the corner of my eye that Clara was tucking the rest of my things delicately in my bag,

During the rest of the transit, Clara tried to reassure me and tell me how fun it was to work on the ship, but I was barely listening to her. I was mostly scared about how things would go. I had heard about slave trading and how poor white girls were getting abused worldwide and had no idea if I had just committed my biggest mistake.

What if a few of the girls are regulars, like Clara, to reassure those who are sold off or something? What if I will be killed or tortured? But Clara kept talking about how great the food was, and how much respect the staff and the customers have for us, etc…

Eventually, we docked with the cruise ship. It wasn’t as big as the ones I had seen in adverts, but it wasn’t small either. Clara explained to me that it was refurbished and bought from one of the main cruise lines who no longer wanted it because it was too small, but that for us, it was just perfect.

To get onboard we had to climb a ladder that was lowered from a small side door on the ship. Steve apologized, explaining “The ship usually stays in international water so it’s easier legally speaking…”. I could understand. It was clear that some prostitution of some sort was occurring on board and the last thing you wanted was to get into legal trouble. But it also made sense if they were slave traders…

The ladder was cold on my body but it distracted me from my condition. Soon enough I was inside where a woman in her mid-thirties, just as nude as Clara and I, welcomed us.  “Hi, you must be Faith, I am Susan. I am in charge of all of the ladies who work for us, and yes, I also wear our uniform and work on the floor.”, she said, showing her bracelet, but I couldn’t yet get the significance of it.

Clara hugged me. “I am going to see Dr. Thomson. You’ll see him next, but in the meantime, you are in good hands with Susan.”

I wished her well, thanked her and soon enough, Susan was walking me to her office while explaining the ship.

“Faith, we live in a weird society. Feminism is on the rise, which is a good thing, but not always everywhere in a positive way. Many feminists aren’t really pro-women but rather anti-sexuality. Women are thought that if they like sexuality, they are sluts if they have more than 2 or 3 sexual partners, they are garbage or broken. Men, on the other hand, are still thought to conquer women, to sleep around, to have conquests. It’s unsustainable. You can’t teach half of the population to fear the other half and expect that second half to conquer the first one. This ship was created to try to make money in an attempt to bring some balance between these two opposites.”

We passed by a man in his late twenties who saluted us. He was a little overweight but otherwise good looking. He did look me up, making me feel a little ashamed, but he was smiling so I was surprised to get such positive attention.

“But more importantly”, continued Susan, “we offer a safe space for young women like you. I know you didn’t have an easy life I know you never felt secure.”

“Wait, how do you know that?”, I asked a little afraid.

“Why do you think we made you wait 2 days in the hotel room?”

“To pressure into joining”, I quickly snapped, remembering how Greg used the tab to blackmail me into coming on board.

“Oh Honey, don’t mind Greg. He is used to getting girls who go hysterical so he uses various techniques to get girls on the other boat, but don’t worry, you don’t owe us anything. In a few days, if you want to leave, you can leave. Now, in 4 days, we ship out, so you would have to decide prior to that, but at worst, we’ll hide you in the staff section and let you put your clothes back on.”

“So it’s not that strict? I don’t HAVE to do six months?”

“If you want to get paid yes, but what we hope is to build a relationship so you either stay here or at our resort for 5 to 10 years! We’ll even give you a cover story and help you get a good job when you decide to leave”

It reassured me a little. Not a lot, but certainly a little.

We arrived at her office. It was behind a locked door which her bracelet unlocked. The walls in that new corridors were a lot less decorated so I figured they were part of the staff section.

Her office was nice. It had a desk, two nice wooden chairs in front of it, and a huge whiteboard with magnetic names of girls distributed on a grid.

“So Faith, each girl on the ship is naked, except for our bracelet. It contains an RFID chip which lets you open doors, sign in to various equipment, and connect to our client’s cell phones so they can tip you. Each bracelet has one or multiple little beads, like my yellow one here. I will give you one with a red bead. Yellow means that I am open to some sexual activities with patrons, but that I decide, it means that I don’t say yes to everyone. In a way, it means they need to seduce me, to convince me to do something with them. Don’t get me wrong, they will pay the company if I say yes, and I will get a cut, but they have to work for it. Many girls have a green one. That means they are up for almost anything, with almost anyone. They get a bigger cut. You get a red one, which means you are just part of the staff regular and patrons musn’t touch you in an inappropriate way. Our goal, our money-makers are the girls with a green bracelet, so I hope that one day, you will consider it. But it’s perfectly fine for you to keep a red one for your whole duration, or to try a yellow one from time to time. You’ll also see some pink and purple ones. Pink means that you are only open to sex with women, and purple to both men and women.”

“There are female clients?”

“Alone, rarely… what we usually get for female clients are couples who want threesomes or want some lesbian action. ”

“but they wear clothes, right?”

“Not all of them… some couples like the CMNF lifestyle and come to us, not for sexuality with our clients but just for the ambiance. In that case, their bracelet is silver, not gold, but some do ask for the green or yellow bead.”

Wow, women paying to come to this ship to be naked?

“Wait, what’s CMNF?”

“Clothed Males, Nude Females. Honey, this is what this whole ship is about!”

I was completely overwhelmed.

“But I can keep the red bead if I want?”, I asked.

“Of course! It would be a shame because I see a great potential for you, but it’s your choice.”

“What do you mean, great potential?”

“Honey, if you shave down there, you would look like you are 14 or 15. With just a little training, we can pass you as a young teenager”

I was disgusted.

“Is that pedophilia?”

“You are 18. Our clients know that all of our girls are 18 or more. But that doesn’t change the fact that some men, and women, enjoy younger looking women.”

It did give me food for thought…

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