A Girl, A Boy and A Boat Pt. 03

Over the next few days, she kept her eyes peeled looking for anyone on the boat but, much to her disappointment, the only person she caught a brief glimpse of was an attractive blonde. Otherwise, whoever owned it had either come and gone or they were busy below decks when she went by.

At work Francine hadn't brought up the subject of Valentine again but when Sam told her she had another client that coming Thursday she started again

"Are you sure about this?"

"It's just occasional sex. I told you." Sam responded tersely, repeating what she had said previously.

"Sex with some old lecher who's paying to screw you."

"A mature gentleman who's satisfying a need in me and paying for the privilege of doing it." She attempted to correct her friend even though she knew it wasn't the case.

"Call it whatever you want but it's still whoring." Francine declared vehemently.

"Would... would you prefer it if I.... I moved out?" Sam asked, suddenly unsure of the other girls meaning.

"Hell no, we're friends and your choice of career isn't going to change that. I'm just worried about you is all."

Relieved Sam hugged her, "I know, but honestly I'm enjoying the sex and the money."

"Like I said it's your life just be careful is all."

"I will."

Even as she said it Samantha knew Valentine would never stop and wondered where things were going to end up for her.

Knowing they would never agree about it the pair left the subject alone as Samantha continued to whore herself out, seeing her client that Thursday and then two more over the next couple of weeks.

Despite her deep aversion to him she was given little choice by Valentine when, on another occasion, she was compelled to share his bed as he began to draw her deeper into her new life as one of his whore's.

By threatening her with the non-existent sex tape and slowly drip feeding her customers he anticipated that she would soon be accepting more clients. Then, without any real effort on his part, he would eventually have her addicted to the work.

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It was almost a month or so into her new life when she unexpectedly found herself out with friends on a Thursday evening. The client she was supposed to see had cancelled at the last minute and with some free time on her hands she had, along with Francine and Claire, headed out to a bar.

Not wanting to drink where they worked the two girls had suggested they all go to The Harbourmaster's where there was a band playing.

"I hope there's some decent talent in there tonight." Francine said as they walked along together.

"Me too." Claire agreed, "I haven't got laid in ages."

Embarrassed Samantha said nothing and simply glanced at Francine who glared back at her.

She was already tired of the life Valentine was planning for her and she was aware that her friend knew it as well, but she couldn't see a way out, not while he had the tape of her.

As they got closer they could hear the music getting louder until Claire eventually pushed the door open for them to enter.

Stepping inside they weaved their way through the crowd, saying hello to one or two familiar faces, making their way to the bar.

"Oh my god, it's Rob Davenport." Francine suddenly exclaimed as they stood together, drinks in hand, surveying the male talent available, "Someone told me he was back a while ago but as I hadn't seen him I wasn't sure."

"Who?" Sam asked as her two friends turned to unashamedly stare at the rather sexy newcomer who had just walked in.

"The guy over there that just came in, the tall one with the short messy brown hair and dreamy hazel eyes." Claire giggled nodding in the direction of the bar's entrance.

Studying him as discretely as she could Sam had to admit that he was really cute. 6' 1" or maybe 2" he was probably around her age and had a physique that suggested he had spent most of his lifetime working out.

"I haven't seen him in two years or more, not since the last time he came back." Francine added as the three of them watched him.

Curious Samantha wanted to know more, "So where's he been?"

"Ah, that's quite the story. He left to join the British navy several years back but I heard he came home a few weeks ago to take over his dad's business." Claire took over and continued telling the tale.

"What business is that?" With her interest piqued Sam enquired.

Francine picked up the conversation, "His dad ran a boat charter business but he fell ill a while back and retired. So, I guess Rob's home to take it over."

"He owns a boat?" She asked, keeping her gaze on him.

The two other girls laughed and replied in unison, "Yeah, your favourite. The Pegasus III."

Sam looked at her friends and then back at him.

"He owns her?"

They both nodded.

Even if he hadn't owned that boat, she would have still been interested in him, he was gorgeous.

"Is he... you know..." She started to ask.

"Single?" Francine grinned and finished her sentence for her, "As far as I know. There was a rumour he was seeing some tourist but I guess that was short lived."

"Really?"

Claire laughed, "Don't get your hopes up. Ever since Stephanie Atwood he's been a confirmed bachelor."

"Who's Stephanie whatsit?"

Francine chuckled, "That's yet another story."

The three girls had continued chatting, the other two filling Sam in on the story of Rob's broken engagement, while she kept half an eye on him as he leant up against the bar and slowly sipped the pint he had bought.

"Do you want to meet him?" Francine asked as she finished telling her what had happened.

"Oh no, no I... I couldn't." Samantha began to panic, thoughts of her recent life choices suddenly coming into her mind for some reason.

"Hey Rob!"

Ignoring her Francine called him over when he looked their way.

"Hi Franks, Hi Claire." He strolled over and stopped, staring at the unfamiliar brunette with the two girls he knew, "And hello..... err..."

"Umm... Samantha or Sam to my friends." She held out her hand, blushing scarlet as she gazed into his eyes.

"Hi Sam." His rather lopsided grin sent a shiver down her spine and made her heart start to race, "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." She held out her hand.

He had paused as he took her fingers in his, spending a little too long looking back into her eyes before releasing her hand and, making an excuse, moving across to join a couple of his friends.

"Nice to meet you, hopefully I'll see you around."

As he left Sam turned her head to follow him.

".... you certainly have the hots for him, don't you?" Claire's voice interrupted her musing and made Sam blush.

"I... I..." She stammered.

Francine laughed, "Don't worry hon, you and about half the women on Saint Martin."

The three went back to their conversation but Sam was distracted and couldn't help but glance across at Rob Davenport from time to time.

As cute as he looked she knew there was no way she should even be thinking about him. She was a whore and as soon as he knew that he wouldn't want anything to do with her.

Getting involved with someone, no matter how she felt about them, was only going to end badly for her.

She was on her way back from the ladies when he stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

"Hi, its Sam isn't it?"

"Oh err... hi..." She stammered blushing as her heart rate shot up, "Yes, yes it is."

"Can I get you a drink?" Rob grinned boyishly and she felt herself go weak at the knees.

Not knowing what to say she looked beyond him to where her friends were grinning and giving her the thumbs up.

"Err.... yeah, I... umm... yeah I guess."

A few minutes later she found herself standing alone with him, drink in hand, desperately hoping he couldn't hear her heart thudding against her ribs.

"I hope you didn't mind me hijacking you?"

"No... not at all." Sam shook her head, swallowing nervously, her long dark hair swaying around her shoulders.

"I just wondered... I haven't seen you around before."

He clearly didn't know of her involvement with Valentine D'Souza and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times as she tried to construct a coherent answer.

"I... err no... I umm.... I only arrived on the island a couple of months back." She finally managed to say.

"Are you seeing anyone?" He enquired pointedly.

Knowing she should tell him the truth Sam forced herself to smile and lied, "No, no one."

Hearing her answer Rob grinned broadly sending another shiver of arousal through her body and making her wonder what was going on inside her.

"I heard you've just come back home." Trying to continue with the conversation she changed the subject, "Francine said you'd been in the army or something."

"Yeah, I was in the navy, well the Royal Marines actually. But when my dad got ill and had to retire I came back here to take over the family business. I've just sent my papers in and left the navy to look after the company for him."

"Is that where you got the tattoos?" She couldn't stop herself an ran a finger over one of a globe surrounded by oak leaves, with a crown above it, making herself tremble when her skin touched his.

"Mmhhmm"

"What does it mean. Per mare per terram?" She read off the Latin inscription.

"By sea, by land." He translated it for her, all the while looking into her eyes, "It's the motto of the marines."

She felt her heart begin thudding frantically against her ribcage again and tried to comprehend why the man in front of her could turn her into a gibbering mess just by looking at her.

"And now you're running a boat charter business." She said bringing the subject back to his return to the island.

"Yeah, from the Pegasus III. Do you know it?"

"Actually, I do." She surprised him, "I've seen it down at the quay."

"Perhaps I could show you around her sometime?"

"I'd love that." Sam said, meaning it.

Rob took hold of her hand sending a shiver down her spine, "How about tomorrow, after we've had dinner?"

She looked round to find Francine smiling at her, "I'd better get back to my friends but I'll meet you here at 7 o'clock?"

"I'll be here."

She almost floated back across the bar.

"Well?" Her two friends asked together.

"We're having dinner tomorrow night." Sam sighed dreamily.

"You're working tomorrow evening girl. Did you forget?" Francine chuckled and burst her bubble.

"Shit." Her expression of utter disappointment said everything to her friend, "Shit, shit, shit."

"Don't worry I'll swap with you. You do my day and I'll take your evening shift. How's that sound?"

Sam looked at her supervisor with relief, "You'd do that for me."

Francine grinned back at her, "For you and Rob Davenport honey."

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Getting ready on the Friday evening Sam felt an excitement she hadn't known before. She felt something with Rob Davenport that she had never experienced. Not with Jason, the abusive boyfriend she had run away from. Certainly not with Valentine or the men he set her up with, in fact, not with anyone she had ever known.

The few clients she had slept with had fulfilled a base sexual need in her but this time, with him, it was totally different. This time she really wanted him.

'Her clients.'

The phrase stuck in her mind and bothered her more than ever now.

Coming back to reality she realised how stupid she was being. How could she think about a relationship with Rob when she was working as a prostitute for Valentine D'Souza?

Finishing applying her make-up she checked her face in the mirror. The false eyelashes had been coated with a layer of mascara, thickening and darkening them. While the bronze eyeshadow she put on emphasised her big brown eyes and the upswept eyeliner gave her a slightly oriental look.

'Perfect.'

She thought to herself as she slipped a pink thong up her long legs before putting on the pale pink sundress she had decided to wear to her date. Coming down to mid-thigh on her, it buttoned up the front and was cut square across the top of her breasts with just two thin shoulder straps.

Not wanting to be late she slipped on her heeled white sandals and hurried downstairs, grabbing her bag ready to leave when she paused.

'Why am I doing this?'

'When he finds out about me he won't want anything to do with me.'

The same concerns that had dogged her since she had met him the night before resurfaced yet again and made her wonder just what she thought she was doing. This could only end badly for someone and the way she already felt about the man she was going to dinner with she knew it would be her.

Pushing all the negative thoughts aside, she let her mind focus on the image of Rob Davenport she had from the previous evening, as she closed the door and set off to meet him.

It was just two minutes past the hour when she walked into the Harbourmaster bar, her heart starting to beat faster the moment she spotted her date sitting at the counter nursing a bottle of beer.

"Hi, want to buy a girl a drink?" She giggled, creeping up on him unobserved and catching him off guard.

"You came." His expression was one of relief, surprising her.

"You thought I wouldn't?"

He grinned sheepishly, "I did wonder if you might change your mind."

"Well, I didn't, so do I get that drink now?" Sam leant in and kissed him on the cheek, the slight contact sending another surge of excitement through her.

She glanced at his choice and asked to have the same.

Once Rob had ordered Sam a small beer they adjourned to a quiet table to talk and were still chatting easily half an hour later when, with their drinks finished, he suggested they go and eat.

The restaurant along the quayside was nothing like the expensive eateries her clients took her to but it was friendly and comfortable and so much better because she was with him.

Continuing to talk all through an extremely pleasant meal; Rob selecting a chicken dish while Sam had pasta, they barely noticed the food until they were sitting in front of two empty plates.

"That was absolutely delicious." Samantha declared putting down her knife and fork and wiping her lips with the napkin.

"Yeah, I think it was but if I'm being honest I hardly noticed."

Rob agreed with her assessment and the conversation died for a moment as the two of them sat and stared into each other's eyes.

"Did you want to look round the boat." He continued after a minute or so, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over them and bringing them both back to the moment.

"If you don't mind, I'd love to." She shivered wondering where this might go and, at the same time, knowing it couldn't be more than one wonderful night.

A few minutes later, having paid the bill at the restaurant, Rob unlocked the main hatchway while Sam stood on the deck of the Pegasus III and watched him.

Leaning in he flicked on a light switch and stepped back to let her go in before him.

"Oh wow... it's beautiful." Stepping inside she looked around the main cabin open mouthed.

"Thanks." He grinned and started to take her on a tour.

After the living area he showed her the bridge, the galley and then the three guest cabins ending up in the main bedroom at the very front of the boat.

"That's about everything unless you want to look at the engines." He chuckled.

Sam shook her head, biting her lower lip as she gazed intensely into his eyes. Throughout the tour her pulse had been racing at the nearness of him and she knew for certain that she wanted him, not just for tonight but for the rest of her life.

Thanks, your boat is beautiful but I... I should go." Biting her bottom lip, she struggled not to cry.

She knew she should leave, run away and try to forget him before he found out the truth about her and broke her heart when he wanted nothing more to do with her.

"Why, what's wrong. What did I say?"

Waiting for an answer Rob looked at the girl in front of him and tried to resist the urge to kiss her. Melissa had been fun and he had liked her a lot but this girl was different, she was absolutely gorgeous and he had fallen for her the first time he had set eyes on her the previous evening.

"Nothing.... It's me.... I'm...."

Suddenly she was in his arms and his mouth was on hers interrupting what she was saying.

Unable to resist she clung to him, her body pressed against his as she surrendered to her desire, their kiss long and passionate, lasting well over a minute before they broke apart to breathe.

Keeping her arms around his neck she looked into his eyes when he started to speak.

"I... I'm sorry Sam.... I shouldn't have...."

She shook her head and smiled, pulling his lips back to hers so that this time it was her kissing him, her tongue probing into his mouth to find his while she crushed her modest breasts up against him.

Their lips parted and she started to unbutton the short sleeve shirt he was wearing, all the time keeping her eyes locked with his. If this was to be the only night she could spend with him she was determined to remember it.

"Sam I...."

"Don't say anything...., just take me to bed... I... I want you." She cut him off and didn't give him a chance to finish whatever he was going to say to her.

Dragging his shirt off of him she ran her nails lightly across his broad chest unobjecting as he started to unbutton her dress. Teasing the straps down off her shoulders she allowed it to slither down her body and form a pink puddle around her feet.

Now naked apart from her tiny thong she kept her eyes fixed on his and stepped out of the discarded garment, leaving it pooled on the floor, and moved back into his arms.

His mouth quickly found hers again while his hands started to explore her pert breasts, finding her sensitive nipples, while hers reached between them to unfasten his shorts and push them down over his hips.

Letting them fall to the floor her slender fingers finally curled around his 8" of thick, hard manhood and began to stroke it.

"Oh my God... it's... it's so... big." She gasped into his mouth, offering absolutely no resistance as he guided her down onto the bed

Closing his eyes at her touch Rob slid his fingers downward across her stomach and under the elastic of her thong, pausing when he felt Samantha tense momentarily.

"I'm sorry.... I shouldn't..." He went to stop but before he could pull his hand away she grabbed his wrist and trapped his fingers inside her panties.

"Don't be. I want you... so much."

Knowing he would reject her when he knew about her and Valentine she looked up at him, her brown eyes wide open, almost pleading for him to give her one night she would treasure forever.

Staring down at her Rob froze, his heart pounded in his chest as, in that instant, he realised that he was completely and utterly in love with the girl in his arms.

"Please Rob... I want you. Make love to me." Sam whispered again, releasing her hold on his wrist and reaching up to caress his cheek.

Barely able to breathe he slid his fingers between her legs, a single digit probing between her moist lips and slowly pushing into her.

"Aaaahhhhhh..... Touch me... oh yes, touch me."

Spreading her thighs wider Sam hissed as she gave him complete access to her sex, her hips gyrating and working her wet pussy onto his invading finger.

"Oh fuck... Sam... I... I..." Rob gasped into her mouth as they kissed again, hurriedly adding a second digit into her dripping slit and opening her wider.

Laying against him she gripped his hot, rock-hard, meat tighter and ground her pussy onto his hand, her swollen clit sending wave after wave of pure pleasure radiating outwards from it.

"Oh God... oh fuck... Rob I... I...I'm.... going.... to...."

Jerking almost uncontrollably Samantha gave in to the sensations flaring up in her core, her body responding enthusiastically to what he was doing.