The Power Trip

‘You’re on,’ Taye said, always up for a challenge.

Jeromy stared at the two specimens of manhood standing before him. They were both in perfect shape. Taye, all gleaming black skin and defined muscles. Luca, so edible in his tight swim shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Jeromy felt aroused. Random anonymous sex was as necessary to him as a full meal, and usually, on land, he could pick up someone to satisfy him. Now he was trapped on a yacht, so where could he find the temporary satisfaction he craved?

The answer came to him in a flash. Guy. The entertainment director. He was gay, wasn’t he? He was there to serve, right?

The women were lolling on a giant hooded inflatable Lilo bobbing around in the sea. It held four people — so Lori, Bianca, Sierra and Ashley had taken up residence. Flynn and Cliff had gone scuba-diving, while Hammond was at the pool, sitting with Aleksandr and Xuan.

Jeromy took advantage of everyone being occupied and approached Guy. ‘Kindly accompany me to my room,’ he said. ‘There is something I have been meaning to show you.’

‘Should I call the housekeeper?’ Guy asked, wondering what was up.

‘No, no, it’s something that you should see first,’ Jeromy said, smoothing down his beige linen shirt — Tom Ford, of course.

‘Right,’ Guy said, following the uptight Englishman down the stairs to the stateroom he shared with Luca.

As soon as they were inside the room, Jeromy quickly turned, slammed the door shut and placed himself in front of it.

‘What can I help you with?’ Guy enquired, imagining complaints about cleanliness or not enough towels — which was really not his problem.

‘Here’s what you can help me with — this,’ Jeromy said, unzipping his shorts while still blocking the door.

Guy took one look and was immediately horrified. A guest exposing himself was the last thing he’d expected.

Jeromy shook his penis free, a long thin weapon of destruction. ‘Suck it,’ he commanded. ‘You know how to do that, don’t you?’

Guy recoiled. Oral sex was not part of his job description. This untoward demand was unexpected and degrading. He was shocked.

‘I’m… I’m sorry,’ he stammered, almost speechless. ‘I… I… can’t.’

‘Don’t be sorry,’ Jeromy said roughly, while continuing to block the door. ‘Simply do it, dear boy. It’s a cock you’re looking at. You’ve seen one of those before, haven’t you?’

‘I can’t—’

‘Oh yes, my dear boy, you certainly can,’ Jeromy said, feeling the need for an urgent release. ‘Because if you value your job, you’ll do it, and you’ll do it fast. Or perhaps you would prefer me to tell Mr Kasianenko that you came onto me, then we’ll see what he does about that. My instinct is that he’ll fire your arse, and I’m sure you know I’m right.’

Yes, Guy knew that he was. Reluctantly he fell to his knees and did what the bony Englishman required.

Sometimes a man had no choice but to put his job first.

* * *

‘Tell the truth,’ Bianca sighed, languidly trailing her hand in the calm blue sea. ‘Isn’t Aleksandr the sexiest man ever?’

No, Lori was tempted to say. Cliff possesses that title — courtesy of People magazine.

‘He’s pretty damn sexy,’ Ashley chirped, blond hair piled on top of her head, bosoms fighting to stay hidden beneath the confines of her minuscule bikini top. ‘But then so is my Taye.’

‘You got that right,’ Bianca agreed, thinking of her one night of lust with Taye and savouring the distant memory. ‘Taye’s a hot one. I’d hang onto him if I were you.’

‘I already have,’ Ashley said with a crazed giggle. ‘My husband’s besotted with me — in case you hadn’t noticed.’

‘Oh yes, I’ve noticed,’ Bianca said. ‘He walks around with a permanent hard-on, or is that just his normal package?’

Ashley managed a quick blush. ‘I am a lucky girl, aren’t I?’ she said, giggling again.

‘You certainly are,’ Bianca said, turning to Lori. ‘How about you?’ she asked. ‘Getting any closer to snagging Cliff?’

Oh damn. Not again. Why was everyone questioning her about Cliff’s intentions? ‘Didn’t I tell you? I’m too young to get married,’ Lori answered, going for the flippant approach.

‘A girl is never too young to pin the guy she wants,’ Bianca advised. ‘If he asks, you gotta say yes.’

‘I’ll remember that,’ Lori said, as Bianca shifted her attention to Sierra.

‘How long have you and Hammond been married?’ Bianca asked the Senator’s wife.

Sierra was lying back, enjoying the sun while trying not to think about the inevitable confrontation with Hammond, which was yet to come. She’d heard about last night’s altercation between her husband and Flynn. No details — only something about Hammond insulting all journalists and Flynn striking back.

She wished she could talk to Flynn, find out exactly what had happened, but she couldn’t do that. The two men were already at war; no need to add fuel to the fire.

‘A few years,’ she answered vaguely.

‘It must be so exciting being married to a Senator,’ Ashley enthused. ‘And an attractive one at that.’

Don’t forget horny, Lori was tempted to say, but once again she stopped herself.

‘Yes,’ Sierra said quietly. ‘It’s a lot of work though. Fund-raisers, endless functions, meet and greets. It can get quite tiring.’

‘With plenty of perks, I bet,’ Bianca said, thinking that if Sierra ever became First Lady, she wouldn’t mind being best friends. A night at the White House sounded like a fun plan. ‘And of course, you’ve got all the designers offering you incredible outfits, right?’ she added.

‘And you get to meet the President, don’t you?’ Lori said, slightly in awe.

‘Taye an’ I met the Prime Minister of England a couple of times,’ Ashley said, joining in. ‘We’ve also been to a tea party at Buckingham Palace. Prince William loves Taye, goes to all his big games.’

‘What kind of tea party?’ Lori asked curiously.

‘It’s a Brit thing,’ Ashley said. ‘All outrageous hats, and tea and crumpets in the Palace gardens.’

‘Wow!’ Lori exclaimed. ‘Sounds fancy.’

‘Oh, it is,’ Ashley said boastfully. ‘Only special people get invited.’

Sierra felt it was time to move on. She slid quietly off the Lilo and into the calm blue water. After a few moments, she swam to the side of the yacht where a deckhand helped her aboard.

And there was Flynn, sitting on a bench with Cliff, the two of them just having finished scuba diving.

‘How was it?’ she found herself asking.

‘Incredible,’ Cliff said. ‘A must-do. I’ve been around, and I’ve never seen an underwater scene like it. It’s a wonderland.’

Her eyes met Flynn’s — the connection between them was white-hot.

Flynn dragged his eyes away as he stood up and reached for a towel.

‘Would you care to give it a try, Mrs Patterson?’ one of the deckhands asked.

‘Why not?’ she said quietly.

‘I can dive with you,’ the eager deckhand offered, handing her a snorkel, mask and fins.

‘That’s okay,’ Flynn said quickly. ‘I think I’ll go back in.’

‘You’re gonna love it, Sierra,’ Cliff encouraged.