Boat Ho Ch. 02

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Alex has a bad time with her supervisor.
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Part 2 of the 30 part series

Updated 10/27/2022
Created 05/01/2010
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"Today's military rejects include tomorrow's hard-core unemployed." John F. Kennedy

*

Alex was still adjusting to her new surroundings. She did not like the inner workings of the ship. Nor did she like the fact that she was placed in Deck Department. Deck was one of the worst places to be on the ship. She worked long hard days that wore her down. All she had time to do after work was go to sleep, in the terrible Navy rack. She rarely left the ship. She even spent an entire week not leaving it. She hated Duty days, days where she was confined to the ship and forced to stand watch and do other menial tasks.

The USS Tet Offensive was a living hell. It had returned from a deployment three months before poor Alex checked in. It had not faired well during its eight-month deployment. The ship lost a helicopter, four sailors died, the Commanding Officer was relieved of duty, and two missed ship's movement in Australia. And now it had failed a series of inspections and everyone had to work harder everyday. It seemed the majority of this work fell on Deck Department and more importantly Alex felt it fell on her.

Alex woke up at 5 a.m. on Monday morning. She let out a deep breath as she slid out of the rack. She unlocked her rack and lifted it up. She looked at the pictures of her and Cindy from the photo booth. She had taped them to the inside of her rack and not her rack. She didn't want anyone to know of her forbidden love. She found her coveralls and a white shirt. She quickly got dressed and slid her boots on. She walked to the bathroom to find it empty. She looked over her hair. She'd cut her hair much shorter. She felt that it was a bit butch but it was easier to maintain. Actually she was trying of attempting to fit in with the lesbian clique on her ship. But she found that very difficult. They didn't take kindly to new girls who tried to fit in. Most of the girls had bonded on deployment and wanted to keep it like that.

Alex made it to the galley before the rush. She got some cold eggs and bacon and found a seat in the far corner of the seating area.

"Ready to get fucked in the ass," a male voice said as he slammed his tray on the table.

"Jesus Huff," Alex let out.

"Sorry," he replied.

Huff sat down and began to dig into his food. Huff had survived the terrible deployment and knew what the next few months entailed.

"How long have you been here," he asked.

"Two months," she replied, "what about you?"

"Going on a year," he laughed.

"Gonna put on third," she asked quietly.

"Fuck no," he replied, "Boatswain's Mate is locked up all the way to first class."

"I can't do this shit," Alex sighed as she pushed what remained of her eggs on the plate.

"I hate it here too," he replied.

"Yeah."

"See you at muster," Huff laughed as he picked up his plate of the table.

"See you there too," she replied.

Alex sat there for about a minute more. She dumped her tray and left it at the scullery. She made it to muster in the forecastle at 0600. She tried hiding in the back, she didn't want to be seen or noticed. She wanted the day to be over, but since the series of failed inspections they wouldn't get off work until 1600. She noticed BM3 (SW/AW) Janet Watson looking at her the entire muster. She knew Watson was a lesbian and she had a vendetta against her. It wasn't for trying to fit in with the lesbian clique rather it was for her lackluster work ethic. Being in the shipyards wasn't fun and working for no particular reason was even worse. She'd been caught sleeping by Watson several times. Her painting skills were constantly criticized. And her inability to become qualified at even the most simple of things drove her supervisors crazy.

"You're going to be working for me today," Watson said as she approached her.

"Okay," Alex replied, "where are we going to be working?"

"You and Huff are going to be grinding the remaining paint on the fantail," she started, "Senior Chief wants that done today."

"No problem," she replied in a timid voice.

Watson led Alex and Huff to the tool issue and checked out a grinder and needle-gun. Watson left them before they made it to the fantail. She told them that she'd be back in a few hours after she wrapped up with something else. When Alex and Huff made it to their destination there was a large group of shipyard workers standing around.

"Great," Huff said in an aggrevated tone.

"What do we do," Alex asked.

"Nothing," he replied.

"Well they're just standing around," she started, "we should figure out what's going on."

"Fine," he said angrily.

He walked over to one of the workers. Alex carried the tools to the other side of the fantail and leaned against the railing. Huff talked to one of the workers for about five minutes. Alex looked around and stared at Downtown San Diego's skyline. She looked at the large buildings and wished she were in one of them doing something other than this. She felt that she was lucky being stationed in San Diego and not Norfolk or some other place.

"Fuck," Huff said walking over.

"What's going on," Alex asked.

"Some kind of dispute," he replied, "I think they're going to strike soon."

"What do we do now?"

"Nothing," he replied, "I think they're gonna stay back here all day."

"Well," she asked.

"Fuck it," he replied.

For the next two and a half hours they stood there looking at the shipyard workers. They couldn't take the tools back since they weren't checked out under their names, and they didn't want to go back to the shop. If they did go back to the shop they might be forced to work. They didn't want to work anyways. When the workers finally left they were mad. They realized they had to work.

"Let's do this shit," Huff remarked as he began to hook up the air hoses.

It took them a good fifteen minutes to hook up the hoses. Alex kept messing it up. Huff began to get annoyed but knew she wasn't able to do it. He finally stepped in and hooked it up for her.

"God she's stupid," Huff whispered to himself.

By the time they were ready to start a female Senior Chief interrupted them.

"What are you doing," she barked at Huff.

"About to start chipping and grinding paint Senior Chief," he replied.

"Stop what you're doing and go back to your Division," she said in a loud tone.

"Yes Senior," he replied in fast tone.

The Senior Chief walked off in a hurry and Alex looked over at Huff and shrugged her shoulders.

"What was that about," she asked.

"Fuck if I know."

It took them another 15 minutes to get the equipment figured out. Alex bumbled the entire time and Huff was reduced to helping her out. They wrapped up the hoses and left the fantail with the tools.

"You're gonna have to figure this shit out sooner or later," Huff said as they made their way to the hanger bay.

"I don't mean to," Alex started.

"I'm just saying is all," he laughed.

Most of their Division was sitting around the Forecastle when they got back. Huff took the tools and took them back to Watson. Alex put the rolled up air hoses on the deck and sat on them. She felt comfortable in the makeshift seat. Others were doing similar things. One Seaman was sitting on piece of anchor chain, another on a non-inflated life preserver. Watson on the other hand was standing, and she often looked in the direction of Alex. They made eye contact a few times. Huff walked back to Alex and she handed him one of the hoses. He sat down next to her.

"What's going on," she asked.

"I don't know," he replied.

Eventually more and more of their Division and Department began to arrive. Mostly other Seamen and Third Classes. Finally the LPO and the LCPO showed up. They didn't call any muster or anything like that they just stood in one corner of the Forecastle talking. Finally the Deck Master Chief arrived and ordered everyone to muster. The First Lieutenant followed shortly thereafter and the Master Chief called everyone to attention. A few minutes after he arrived the Commanding Officer got on the intercom, or the 1MC as they call it in the fucking Navy, and began a longwinded talk. He babbled on for what seemed like 30 minutes as he commended the crew on their hard work and such. He was upset at the lack of progress on certain issues. Then he blamed a large portion of the problems on the shipyard workers. Claiming they were demanding too much money and other issues. And that a strike was immanent He finally said that the ship would not secure early and everyone would have to stay until 1615.

"This is stupid," Huff said to Alex.

Alex just sat there and shook her head.

The entire department spent the rest of the day in the Forecastle. They were able to watch daytime TV for the rest of the day. A few arguments arose during a talk show, but other than that the day went by quick.

Alex decided to eat right at 1630. Unlike breakfast the line was very long. It took nearly 30 minutes to make it through the line. When she got there the food wasn't that good, most of the spaghetti sauce was gone. She was highly upset with the quality of food but could do much about it. She had taken two bites into the pasta when Watson sat down at her table.

"Lundz," Watson said as she placed a glass of milk on the table.

"Hey," she replied as she took another bite of the sticky pasta.

"Any plans for tonight," Watson said in an indifferent tone.

"No."

"Would you want to hang out at my place tonight," Watson asked.

"I thought you were mad at me, for all the you know," Alex asked as she kept her head down, looking at her food.

"Well it's only business or whatever," she replied.

"Oh."

"Well?"

"Yeah," she replied in a somewhat eager tone.

"Well get changed and we'll get going," Watson smiled as she finished her milk.

Alex quickly disposed of her food and walked to the berthing with Watson. Alex changed into the only pair of jeans she had, a pink top and her boot camp running shoes. Watson looked at Alex while she changed. This kind of disturbed Alex but she couldn't wait to get to Watson's place and enjoy the night.

They got off the ship around 1730. The sun had begun to set. Alex looked out at the vast skyline like she did earlier in the day and began to wonder about the people in the buildings. They made it out of the gate and to the vast parking lot. Since Watson was a 3rd Class Petty Officer she got marginally better parking since there was Petty Officer parking section. They made their way to Watson's 1996 Jeep Cherokee. It was in bad condition and looked like it could fall apart at anytime. But Alex wasn't going to complain. Her dad's car was in worse condition.

"This is me," Watson said as she opened the driver's side door.

Alex climbed in shortly after and they drove off. They were off base before Watson said anything.

"So," Watson said as she placed her hand on Alex's thigh.

"Yeah," Alex started as her hand slowly creped closer to her crotch.

"Let me see what we're working with," Watson smirked as they drove north on the I-5.

"Okay," Alex replied as she began to unbuckle her pants.

Watson slid her right hand down Alex's pants and slipped a finger into her tight pussy.

"So," Alex started, "where do you live?"

"Hillcrest," she replied as she probed her finger deeper into Alex.

Watson was able to pleasure Alex very well as they drove to her apartment. Alex's panties were extremely wet when they pulled into the parking lot. Alex sat dazed in the passenger's seat. She looked over at Watson and gave her a kiss. Watson was not very turned on by that. Watson got out the car and Alex followed. She fumbled with her pants as she followed Watson. She wasn't able to get them on all the way when they got to the apartment.

"My roommate is on leave so we have the whole place to ourselves," Watson said in one quick breath.

Alex was surprised at the Spartan apartment. Watson made a run for the kitchen. There were no real decorations, just a couch and plasma TV. Alex plopped down on the couch and removed her shoes and socks. She finally got her pants off. She sat there in her pink top for a few seconds. Watson came out with two shots of Jagermeister.

She sat on the couch next to Alex and placed the shots on the small coffee table in front of them. She slid one over to Alex. They both picked them up at the same time.

"I find this makes it much easier," Watson smiled as she downed the shot.

It took Alex two gulps to get it down.

"Yuck," Alex smirked.

"So Lundz," Watson started.

"Call me Alex," she replied.

"Whatever," she replied as she pulled off the pink top and unhooked the bra revealing Alex's nice proportionate breasts.

Watson grabbed Alex's left hand and noticed the small heart and star. She smirked and gave it a quick kiss. Watson took a step back and quickly undressed in front of Alex. Alex was shocked at how unattractive her body was. Her tits were small and didn't look very good on her larger frame. She seemed a bit out of shape and very pale. The only impressive part of her was the large series of tattoos that were on her body. She had a large floral design that ran up her left leg, under her breasts and to her upper back. Her vagina was very hairy and not kept. Her legs looked like they haven't been shaved in a long time. Alex leaned forward and kissed part of it. Watson turned on the TV. She pushed Alex back on the couch and spread her legs. She slid a finger in at first and slowly moved it back and forth. She worked a second in as Alex began to writhe in pleasure. She slowly slid down the couch as Watson pushed her down.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Watson said as she slid her fingers out of Alex.

Watson grabbed Alex's hand and led her to the bedroom. It was very messy and dirty. The mattress was on the floor and unmade. A stack of dirty clothes was by the closet. This all seemed unusual to the rather disciplined woman at work. Alex got on the bed and spread her legs. Watson went in for her tight pussy. She worked it over with a few fingers at first and then began to work her pierced tongue over her vagina.

"Are you pierced," Alex asked as the metal ran across her.

"Yes," she smiled looking up at Alex.

Watson slowly worked her body across the bed. She was creeping towards Alex's face and into the 69 position. Alex became very nervous as that hairy vagina got closer and closer. Before she knew it that hairy pussy was over her. Watson continued to furiously lick and finger Alex's pussy. Her body began to twitch and writhe. But suddenly Watson stopped eating her pussy.

"Don't stop," Alex said in a low voice.

"Well my pussy aint gonna lick itself," she snapped.

"Okay."

Alex took a deep breath and reached out with her tongue and licked Watson's hairy pussy. The taste was terrible and overwhelmed her. She got two more licks in and stopped.

"Don't stop," Watson said in a stern voice.

Alex put a finger in the nasty pussy and licked her pussy a few more times.

"Forget it," Watson said sliding off the bed.

Alex sat up and looked at Watson's unattractive body.

"Sorry," Alex replied.

"Get your clothes," Watson demanded.

Alex got off the bed and walked into the living room. She gathered her clothes and got dressed. Watson led her to the parking lot and to her car. Alex sunk into the seat and Watson started the car. They didn't exchange any words on the ride back to base. Watson parked a few yards away from the front gate.

"I knew you weren't one of us," Watson said in disgust.

"What," Alex replied.

"You're a fake," she snapped.

"What," Alex started, "just because I can't..."

"Can't?"

"I can't ea..."

"EAT PUSSY," Watson yelled at the top of her lungs.

Watson reached over and slapped Alex hard across the face.

"Dumb bitch," Watson said as Alex opened the car door.

Alex got out of the car and slammed the door. Watson drove off as she made it the front gate. Alex replayed the strange scenario through her head as she walked back to the ship. She was happy to get back to her rack. She pulled out a picture of Cindy and climbed into her rack.

"I miss you," she whispered to the photograph.

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txcoatl1970txcoatl1970almost 14 years ago

Great rendering of how much fun it was to start in deck division. It brings back memories of how much fun I had going to the John Rodgers (DD 983) deck division so many years ago. I'm a straight dude, but still, the flavor of despair, boredom, and trying to skate through the day hasn't changed. WTF is up with the food? Your SUPPO or mess decks chief needs to be keelhauled! Also, I had a girlfriend whose pussy hygiene was just like BM3 Watson's, and it was indescribably foul. It wasn't so traumatic that I lost the taste for pussy, but wow, that's a memory I wanted to forget. Watson's got the flavor of damaged goods. Is there a dark secret behind all the bravado or is she just a one-note villain a la Jimmylegs in Billy Budd?

I'd love to see the next chapter!

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