Cruising

By Carmenica Diaz

Albert is broke and adrift in Italy, desperate for a job to get enough money to return home. A young man a long way from home after some time wandering Europe. An opportunity arises where he can find a "special" job on a very special cruise for women only! The big Italian studs are there for the basic carnal pleasure of the passengers but Albert has a chance to earn some money with his tongue!
After an audition, he gets a job but one of the passengers intrigues him!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781471062742

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Cruising

Cruising

Carmenica Diaz

Edition 1

Copyright © 2012 Lulu Press

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4710-6274-2

ADRIFT

1.

It was supposed to be a gap year. A kind of a gap year, even though Albert Mawson had endured one year of university before taking off.

Three years later, there he was in a small fishing village in Italy and utterly broke.

Absolutely skint!

What had started as a break in his studies had turned into a prolonged wandering vacation.

Albert had completely adopted the nomadic lifestyle, working where he could, he wandered through Italy, took the ferry to Greece and wandered around the mainland and the islands. Then, he moved on to the Dalmatian coast and then back to Italy.

The only thing Albert had to show for his travels was his fluency in Italian and Greek with a smattering of most other Eastern European languages.

Now, Albert Mawson had washed up in a small Italian village that had not yet been discovered by the tourist hordes. They would come, Albert knew. It was, after all, only a matter of time and the quaint village would vanish under the tidal wave of western commercialism.

The small bar near the waterfront was empty except for a table in the corner where a woman in white linen trousers and an emerald green T-shirt sat with a laptop.

Her ash blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her complexion was fresh and clear. Albert could not help himself and covertly looked at her several times. Later, after watching her and hearing snatches of her conversation with her companions, he put her as Scandinavian or German. Perhaps even Dutch.

She was, Albert surmised, about five years older than he was and her wardrobe said she was well to do.

Not like Albert’s clothes! An almost threadbare pair of shorts that had once been khaki and a white T-shirt with the name of a spa resort on Santorini across the chest. It also had a small hole in the right sleeve. His trusty sandals had also seen better days.

The barman shrugged when Albert asked if there was any work in Italian.

‘Nothing here. The tourists haven’t come this season.’

Albert could see that. Even a virtually untouched village like this would expect some tourists. The state of the American dollar and the financial worries of the world had impacted on everyone’s desire for a vacation.

Not Albert, of course. He was on a permanent vacation but he needed money to survive.

Albert couldn’t even get back to Britain and he was not going to call his mother to ask for money! The family money rested in the hands of Albert’s stepfather and the gulf between them would ensure his stepfather would make Albert jump through all sorts of hoops to get any money.

He vowed to spare himself that humiliation.

‘Do you want a drink?’ the barman asked.

It was Albert’s turn to shrug. ‘No money.’

‘None of us have money,’ he said, looking around. ‘A glass of wine?’

‘Oh. Well…thank you.’

Clasping his treasured glass of wine, Albert sat at a table and covertly watched as the woman was joined by two other women.

It was then that he realised the white linen trousers and the emerald T-shirts were a uniform of some kind.

A pretty younger woman with blonde hair so white it was startling, sat next to the ash blonde haired woman while the third, a heavyset, solid looking woman with cropped darker hair stood behind them, arms folded.

There was, Albert saw, a baseball bat leaning against the wall next to the large woman’s legs.

Are they expecting trouble?

The two women seated at the table sipped white wine and checked through some papers as the woman behind them looked around the room expressionlessly.

Her eyes fell on Albert and he felt her examine him before clearly deciding Albert wasn’t potential trouble.

The door opened and a young man strolled in. he was wearing fashionable jeans, a white T-shirts designed to show off his muscles and he had a confident smile.

Albert watched as he spoke to the two women while the third watched him. Their voices were low and they were in a deep conversation.  Albert did hear the woman say something about medical papers and the young man handed her a folded paper.

One of the women asked him something and the young man chuckled.

His back was to Albert so he couldn’t see what he was doing but the movements of his arms were unmistakable. Albert understood at once!

He’s opening his fly!

Albert glanced at the barman who was studiously reading a newspaper, a cigarette burning in an ashtray next to him.

All of the women, including the standing woman, whom Albert was now mentally calling the bouncer, looked down at the young man’s crotch.

The seated women smiled. He zipped himself and bent to sign some papers.

This scenario occurred three more times and with one exception, all were given papers once they had zipped their jeans. One left with a scowl while the others all left with smiles.

Albert sidled to the bar and asked quietly in Italian, ‘What is going on?’

The barman did not look up and Albert immediately suspected the women were paying him to turn a blind eye.

‘They’re hiring.’

‘They are? They have jobs?’

The barman’s eyes drifted over Albert before saying, ‘Not for you, my friend. They want Italiano stallions.’

Albert blinked at him, slightly shocked. ‘You mean…What do they have to do?’

The barman glanced at the table. The women were in conversation and did not look at the two men at the bar.

‘They hire for a cruise on their boat. It is a very beautiful boat,’ the barman said with an appreciative shrug. ‘Very beautiful.’

Albert glanced at the table again and before the barman could say anything, he walked over to the women.

The women looked up from the table and coolly appraised him while the bouncer pushed off the wall and unfolded her arms.

‘Are you looking for men?’ Albert asked in Italian.

‘Italiano?’ the ash blonde asked.

He shook my head. ‘No. Inglis.’

‘You are a long way from home,’ she said in perfect English with a slight unknown accent.

‘So are you.’

She smiled while the white blonde woman studied Albert before saying something in a language he thought was either Swedish or Norwegian. The other woman answered while keeping her eyes on Albert.

‘My companion doesn’t think you have what it takes.’

‘I know he has not,’ the younger woman said in more heavily accented English.

Albert decided to throw