Watching Mom struggle to make ends meet for us on her own broke my heart. I hated seeing her take on all the burden of raising me by herself and worrying about paying the rent every month and putting food on the table.
That’s one of the reasons I got my first job when I was fourteen. I wanted to alleviate as much burden from Mom as possible. At least if I could buy my own lunch at school and clothing, Mom wouldn’t have to worry as much. She appreciated my efforts.
Now that I’ve graduated high school, I’m ready to make more money. Even after all these years, Mom is still struggling. She’s been a domestic servant almost her whole life. She loves it, but it doesn’t pay very well.
I’ve taken it upon myself to help her. My plan is to get an architecture degree and work at a firm for a few years to get experience before opening my own business. That’s when the big bucks should start rolling in, and Mom will no longer have to work because I’ll take care of her. I can’t wait for that day. Mom deserves that more than anyone.
She’s gonna be so proud of me for getting a degree, starting my own business and supporting her financially. The best part about getting my finances in order is that we’ll finally move out of this shady area after living here my entire life. It’s all that Mom could afford in Miami.
She wanted to move for many years, but she hasn’t had money to transport all of our furniture and appliances. She also worried that she could end up unemployed in another city, so we stayed.
I met up with a friend from school a few days ago, and she told me that she made good money working on the cruise ships. I’ve seen them numerous times, but I always figured that they hired foreigners. My friend gave me the number of the agency that employs people for cruise ships, and I’ve already applied.
While walking home from the shops yesterday, I received a call. It was a lady from the agency.
“Hi, Marie. Thanks for applying for the cruise ships. We’re delighted to tell you that we’d like you to come on board, no pun intended, and work for us.”
My eyes widened, and I smiled. “Oh, my. Are you serious?”
“Yes, absolutely. We were impressed with your positive attitude and pleasant demeanour so much that we’d like to appoint you to the hostess position. You’ll welcome passengers onboard, show them where their cabins are and the amenities. How does that sound?”
“Sounds fantastic. I’m so looking forward to it.”
“Great. That’s the attitude that we were hoping for. We have no doubt that you’re going to do an amazing job and that you’ll be very happy with us.”
“Thank you so much.”
“It’s a pleasure. I’ll email you all the details within an hour, and welcome aboard again.”
I waited hours for Mom to get home from work. When she finally did, she saw on my face that I had exciting news. She was happy for me that I got the job but she was also worried because I wouldn’t be home for the next nine months. She didn’t like that I would be out at sea for that long. Anything could happen to me.
I’d have to go for another nine months after completing the first nine. The pay isn’t that great when you first start. My high school friend had been on the ships for two years, so she was making a nice income. For me to pay my tuition, I would need to be on the ships for close to two years.
I didn’t want to be away from Mom for that long, but it was for the greater good. I was grateful for the opportunity because I believed that this was the solution I had been looking for my entire life.
Mom cried as I waved goodbye to her from the deck. I’m gonna miss her so much. She’s been with me every day since I was born. Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll be reunited soon and forever. But our lives will be vastly different once I get my degree and start working. We’re going to be so happy.
My manager escorted me to my cabin. I walked in and grimaced, hearing loud hip-hop music blaring from the speaker. A young woman emerged from the bathroom, smiling. She extended her arm and raised her voice, “Nice to meet you. I’m Genevieve.”
I thought that she would, at least, turn the music down for us to introduce ourselves. But, no. The music kept blaring from the speaker, and the beat felt like somebody was tapping my temple non-stop.
An hour after being in the room, the music hadn’t stopped. Genevieve hadn’t even turned it down slightly. Thank God I’m gonna spend most of the day working. The less I see her, the better. She’s very inconsiderate.
My manager knocked on the door at 3 pm. She said that I should get ready to welcome the passengers.
I smiled and greeted each passenger, informing them that I was here to help them with any queries they had. Most of them were pleasant elderly couples. Several men boarded the ship by themselves, which I thought was strange.
One of them was Evan, a gentleman in retirement. He asked me to escort him to his cabin because he didn’t know where it was. I was delighted to help.
He kept raising and then rolling his shoulder. I noticed that he felt agony in that part of his body.
“Are you okay, Mr Evan?”
“This bloody shoulder has been bothering me for some time. The doctor said I should book therapy sessions. I haven’t had the time, but I’ll get around to it now that I’m here for a few weeks.”
“I can make an appointment for you with our masseuse.”
“Why don’t I give you the money instead?”
“You want me to massage you?”
“Just for a few minutes.”
I didn’t really want to, but I feared that he would report me for not delivering a pleasant experience. The last thing I’d want is to be fired.
“Sure,” I said.
He sat on a chair, and I stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders and also squeezing them.
About twenty minutes later, he rolled them with ease. “That was wonderful, Marie.” He stood up, smiling, and then reached for his wallet.
He handed me $100.
“Thank you, Mr Evan.”
“No, thank you. You deserve it. You did a great job.”
I walked out of his cabin. And just like that, I earned $100 for a few minutes of work. Maybe this job will pay better than I thought.
I’d have to work for six hours to make that much from the cruise line.
My shift ended at midnight.
I went to my cabin and then sprawled on it. I had no energy to shower. It was lights out for me a few minutes after my head touched the pillow.
The music blasting from the speakers woke me up at 5 am. Genevieve was dancing around the cabin as if I wasn’t even there.
“Would you mind turning it down, please?” I asked groggily.
She didn’t respond. Probably because she couldn’t hear me. I got out of bed and approached her. She smiled, turned her back to me and then went to the bathroom.
I sat on the bed and waited for her for about twenty minutes, my ears abused by the deep bass and the thumping beat.
She eventually walked out of the bathroom and then turned the music off before walking out. I looked at the clock and saw that I didn’t have time to fall asleep because I needed to get ready for my shift.
Yawning in the bathroom, I splashed my face with water. It didn’t help much. I jumped into the shower and turned on the cold water.
During lunchtime, I didn’t have an appetite. My stomach felt like it had a ball inside that I had to throw up to feel the need to eat.
When I finished my shift, I had a revolting taste in my mouth and my head felt like somebody had thumped it the entire day.
I dashed to the bathroom and puked. Yuk! I can’t remember the last time I did that.
While lying in bed, I realised that I had gotten seasick. There’s no way that my manager can know. She might send me home.
I drank tea and got rest before the music blasted again the following morning. I saw that Genevieve didn’t care that it bothered me. She was only concerned about her enjoyment. There was no point in me asking her to switch it off.
Some of the male passengers had been flirty with me, asking me if I wanted to get a drink with them at the bar. I couldn’t during the shift. Others wanted to show me their cabin.
I figured that it couldn’t hurt for me to see what their intentions were.
Several of the men paid me for massaging them and some wanted a more intimate touch, which I refused. I made three hundred dollars as tips from the passengers daily, but some of the men told me they would pay me $1000 for a session. They didn’t say what they meant by a session, but I had a pretty good idea.
If I had one session a day, in thirty days, I would have $30,000 dollars. By the time I finish this cruise, I will have more than $200,000. Woah. I could get Mom out of that dingy neighbourhood, and I’ll still have plenty of money left over for studies.
There’s no way I can spend two years on a ship. I’ll be forever sick, and I can’t even get a decent night’s rest with a roommate such as Genevieve. For all I know, my next roommate could be even worse. Maybe I should try a session. How bad can it be?
My first session was with a sixty-year-old man. I can’t say that I felt comfortable with him watching me dance while I took my clothes off slowly. All I thought about was getting the $1000 and building up my savings to help Mom and myself.
He grabbed my waist and then pulled me towards him. I forced a smile. He ran his hand over my abdomen and smiled before looking up at me. He nudged my waist, indicating that I should turn around.
I faced my back to him, and he ran his hand over my ass, then down to my leg. His hand glided up my leg and then to my ass again. He grabbed both of my ass cheeks and squeezed them tightly before spanking me. I flinched.
He pulled down my g-string and told me to face him. He stared at my pussy and then put his hands on my waist before lowering them to my thighs.
His hand slid up my leg and in between my legs. I closed my eyes as he fiddled with my pussy. I gotta admit that it felt good. As long as I didn’t look at his old face, I could picture a hot, young stud pleasing me. This old geezer sure knew how to play with a woman’s privates.
He told me to lie on the floor and spread my legs open. I obliged. He tapped my pussy with his hand several times before shoving three fingers into it.
Him fingering me felt like he was drilling my pussy. Lines appeared on my forehead as I clenched my teeth and moaned. He was fingering me just the way I liked it. I couldn’t have done it better myself.
I grabbed my tit and rubbed it while he carried on. My nipples were so hard. I’m a bit ashamed to admit that I want him, in that moment, to stick his old dick in me and bang me like there was no tomorrow.
He tapped my clitoris several times while continuing to finger bang me. I grabbed his wrist and squeezed it. He must’ve known that I was loving what he was doing to me.
Several minutes later, he stood up and then pulled down his pants. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them forward before lying on top of me. He thrust. I closed my eyes and felt him inside me. His dick wasn’t big, but he sure did know how to use it.
His obesity overpowered me but, in a kinky way, I actually liked it. I enjoyed feeling small and having a big man who knows how to use his dick on top of me. I didn’t particularly like that he was old, but he was definitely experienced. What good is a young guy who can’t bang me the way I want to be banged?
I wheezed and moaned while the old guy was on top of me and having his way with me. I can’t say that I minded. It actually felt so damn good. I wished he wouldn’t stop.
Several minutes later, he raised his body off me and told me to flip over. I lay on my stomach as he inserted his dick into my ass. Oh, God. I didn’t think he would do that.
I clenched my teeth as he entered me, and I squeezed my eyes closed. I grunted as he thrust. It hurt a little, but I had to take it.
I spread out my arms on the floor, and my nose pressed against it as he continued to stretch my ass. He was breathing heavily. He tucked his face into my hair and breathed rapidly. I felt that he was going to climax.
He grunted before shooting his load into my ass.
There was sweat on my forehead as I panted into the floor. I gotta give it to the old geezer. He sure as hell knew how to pump my ass properly.
He gave me $1000 and told me that I could come by whenever I wanted.
I made a mental note of it because I needed to build up that savings fast. Who knows how much longer I can tolerate seasickness and music blasting while I’m asleep?
For the next few months, I slept with at least five passengers a week. In some cases, I had sex twice a week with the same passenger. Some of them were really gross-looking. There was one eighty-year-old man whose dick I sucked. Yuck. But I had to do it for the greater good.
A married guy came inside me. Idiot. I was so worried that he got me pregnant that I didn’t sleep with any passenger for three weeks just to make sure that I wasn’t pregnant. After I was certain that there wasn’t a baby inside me, I continued satisfying male passengers.
In the ninth month, I had built up a savings of $150,000. All of it was cash that I kept in a bag in my closet. Of course, I locked that closet so that Genevieve or anybody else couldn’t have access to it.
A week remained before we would reach Miami and I would see Mom. I couldn’t wait. Neither could she.
There was a really bad storm one night. I struggled to fall asleep because of it. It felt like the ship was going to tip over at times because of the huge waves. I eventually fell asleep after midnight.
I jumped out of bed at around 3 am. I thought it was Genevieve’s blaring speaker that frightened me, but it was the emergency alarm. We had to evacuate our cabins immediately and run to the deck.
Staff helped the passengers to board the boats, and several helicopters were suspended above the deck with hanging ladders that the passengers climbed. I had no idea what was going on. I figured it must’ve been something to do with the storm.
Several hours later, all of us were at shore. We watched the ship keel over slowly. It was an unbelievable sight. I heard one of the senior staff explain that there was uneven weight distribution on the ship during the storms and the hull was damaged, enabling water to pour in.
I was so glad that I was alive. Instead of waiting a week to be with Mom, I’d be home within the next couple of hours.
Once my nerves settled and I grasped what had happened, I remembered my bag. I closed my eyes and tightened my lips. Steam blew out of my nose. I wanted to curse at Genevieve, the old man whose dick I sucked, the universe and everyone in it.
Not only did I have to hide my seasickness and tolerate it for nine months, but I was exhausted because my roommate blasted music every morning. Then, I had a pregnancy scare and lost a lot of money because of it.
I palmed my face. I couldn’t believe what had happened to me. After all the sacrifices I made, I was back at square one. To make matters worse, I had slept with more than a hundred guys. Which decent guy in his right mind would want to marry a whore like me?
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