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Still a day away from docking in Acapulco, Charlie found he
was once again not scheduled to work. Two of Rod s actors had
injured themselves playing volleyball in the nude, and the director
decided to shut down filming for a day. During this time, Charlie
reflected on his recent fluffing screw ups and wondered if maybe
he was never meant to be a fluffer. But he loved the adult film
biz so much. Perhaps he could become a cameraman? Or a crew
member? Or a gaffer? Whatever the hell that was.
He wandered the decks, staring out over the ocean and thinking
far too much for being on a cruise ship filled with porn stars. He
was slipping into a deep funk and did not know how to stop his
descent.
Fortunately, he literally bumped into Bernice as he rounded
the main deck for the fifteenth or sixteenth time. A splash of her
mai tai dribbled onto his bare feet, and he jumped back with a
quiet, Oh!
Charlie! Bernice said with tipsy joy. She threw her arms
around his neck and hugged him tight. Hi! Good to see you!
What are you doing?
Charlie shrugged. Nothing.
Bernice took a step back and surveyed him. Nothing at all?
Nope. Just walking the deck.
But, Charlie, there s so much to do on this ship.
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Like what?
Bernice rolled her eyes as she sipped from her drink. Um,
they re playing volleyball on the top deck. Charlie shook his head.
Uh & aerobics? No? Okay, how about some shopping?
No money.
Hmm, that is a problem. Bernice thought again then her face
brightened. She slurped up the remainder of her drink and set the
empty glass on a nearby table. Grabbing Charlie s hand she led
him along the deck and inside to the main concourse, then into the
spa center and up to the desk.
May I help you? a handsome, tan young man asked with a
smile.
Yes, Bernice replied with a smile of her own. I need a full
treatment for myself and my friend here.
Bernice, Charlie hissed in her ear. I can t afford this.
Charlie, honey, Bernice said with an indulgent shake of her
head. That s why God invented Visa. She produced a gilded
credit card and turned back to the young man behind the desk.
A few minutes later, Charlie found himself undressing in a
changing room. He grabbed a soft, terrycloth towel and entered
a short hallway full of closed doors. Bernice appeared beside him
wearing her own towel. Charlie couldn t help noticing the bright
pink polish she wore on her toes. Bernice followed his gaze and
turned her foot to show off the polish.
Like it? I got a pedicure and some new sandals for when we
hit Acapulco.
Looks great, Charlie said with a nod. What color is it?
Electric bubble gum.
Great name.
Oh, I ll say it is! a chipper voice piped up, and they raised
their heads to find a tall, tan man with shoulder length blond hair
standing in the hall. Hi, I m Dirk, and I ll be working on& He
consulted a clipboard. Bernice. Dirk looked between them and
flashed Bernice a bright smile. You must be Bernice. She tittered
bashfully in response. Why don t you come right this way? Dirk
extended a hand and led Bernice down the hall and through a far
door.
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As she entered the room behind her masseur, Bernice removed
her towel, effectively mooning Charlie with her large, white
buttocks. He flinched, then shook his head with a smile. Bernice
had really opened up in the last few months.
A door behind Charlie opened. He turned then stopped and
smiled. Well, hi there.
Dressed in white shorts and a white polo shirt with the ship s
logo on the breast, Phrank looked up from his clipboard and
blinked in surprise. Oh, hi. I guess I never knew your last name.
He looked back at the clipboard and frowned as he sounded the
name out. Heg-gens-ford?
That s me. Charlie folded his arms and narrowed his eyes.
I thought you said you were just a hanger on. Why didn t you say
you worked on the ship?
Phrank shrugged, embarrassed, and lowered his voice. It s a
long story. Suffice it to say it s a short term solution.
Okay, Charlie said, curiosity eating him up.
So, come on in and we can get started. Phrank led him
into a pleasantly decorated room lit with scented candles. The
sound of the ocean surf played from hidden speakers, and Charlie
immediately felt himself begin to relax.
Now then, Phrank said as he consulted his clipboard. Looks
like you re in for the full treatment. He looked up with a crooked,
sexy smile. Guess we ll be spending a lot of time together this
afternoon.
Charlie felt his cock twitch beneath the towel at the sight of
Phrank s smile. The man was incredibly sexy. Even by candlelight
his blue eyes twinkled. Well, how awful, huh?
Why don t you get up here on the table, and I ll start your
massage.
Charlie climbed up on the table and lay with his face in the
padded opening. He gazed down at the floor and watched Phrank s
bare feet as he moved to the head of the table and began to knead
his knotted muscles with large, strong hands. Charlie groaned
and closed his eyes as blood began to flow back into his sore,
tense muscles. You are trained to do this, right? Maybe I ve been
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watching too many porn films, but the guy pretending to be a masseur was
a classic.
Phrank stopped the massage and leaned down, his lips brushing
the pink surface of Charlie s ear lobe and sending a shiver of
longing through him. Of course, Charlie. Now relax and enjoy
this, okay?
Charlie took a breath and wiped his mind of thoughts of Rock,
his questionable career, Cedric, or what Rod might be saying about
him to Kinitia. He let himself relax beneath Phrank s firm hands.
An hour later Charlie felt as if he would never be able to walk
out of the room; his muscles had turned to liquid beneath Phrank s
touch. The man had pulled away Charlie s towel and massaged
the back of his body, kneading muscles and joints and applying
pressure to points on his body that Charlie never knew existed.
Phrank spent so much time working on the bottoms of Charlie s
feet he began to wonder if the masseur had a fetish in common
with Rod Mandrake.
Okay, Phrank said softly. Roll over and I ll work on your
front.
Oh, God, Charlie moaned. I don t know if I have the muscle
control to be able to do that. He had to concentrate to get his
body to obey, but soon he lay stretched out on his back, the towel
crumpled and forgotten on the floor beside the table.
As Phrank began to massage Charlie s chest and shoulders, he
let his gaze travel down his body. Wow, I must have been pretty
hung over.
When? Charlie said dreamily.
When we slept together. I just don t remember you having a
body like this.
Thank you. I think.
It was definitely meant as a compliment. Phrank worked his
way down Charlie s torso and over his firm stomach. Very nice
definition.
Charlie didn t answer. Despite his best efforts, he d gotten an
erection. Would that seem unprofessional to Phrank? The man was
massaging his hips and groin, how could Charlie not be expected
to get hard?
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Huh, bigger than I remember, too, Phrank said quietly. He
wrapped both hands around Charlie s full-blown erection and
squeezed. Nice dick, Charlie.
Thanks. Sorry about the boner. I couldn t help it with you
massaging me.
The hell with sorry, Phrank said and placed Charlie s hand
on his own bulging crotch. How about we do this a little more
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