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Plans And A Drink
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: August 8, 2023, 9:36 pm
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THE SETTING
The Docks of Skull Island and The Café of Skull Island
THE PLAYERS
High Captain Song
High Captain Malora
First Girl Fidah
Fidah
-There I was actually behaving for once in my life on the docks.
I mean, seriously, it was like High Noon at the all I can eat
buffet here at the docks. Eyes taking in each and every Master
that walks past me, watching those swaggers, sighing a dreamy
sigh, I think I've died and gone upstairs to wherever GOOD girls
go. Then I spotted Master just up ahead and I simply slide off
the crates that I'd been put upon earlier. Making the movement
as silent and sensual as I can, think, hot lava spilling over
the spout of a volcano, yeah, that's me! Wheels of my mind was
turning as that good girl starts to turning really...bad. There
were 101 ways that I could greet you, one would be me walking
right up and addressing you as I should. OR I could hide behind
this stack of crates, and wage a sneak attack. Decisions.
Decisions. The Angel in me was trying to win out, but the Devil
was telling me how much more fun the latter would be. So. I
would slip behind the stack of crates that I had previously been
standing on.-
-A few raised brows as one of the Masters spot me, then he turns
to see the High Captain on the docks. Oh this is going to be
goooood , he thinks to himself. Having a front row seat to the
scenario playing out, he'd even chuckle low, almost feeling
sorry for the High Captain, almost. It dawned on me that the
very first time that I had saw Master, I had been hiding behind
a tree. Tree. Crate. Both made of wood, imagine that! There was
so much activity and noise going on at the docks, I am more than
certain that I've not been spotted. Attentive ears honed into
the noises, listening for Master's voice, since I do remember it
very well. I would bide my time. Tick Tock.-
Malora
I settled here after having to deal with yet more administrative
duties today, getting everyone all set up, making sure that the
slaves who were new to the Isle were put to place, and fleshing
out the curriculum for the Apprenticeship program as I needed.
The air was abuzz with Frode's new ship setup, and honestly, I
was looking forward to seeing what He had planned. As it was,
the Fate needed to be repainted, but that could wait. It wasn't
like she was in desperate need, and I wanted Frode to have His
ship asap.
(Frode asks Findah odd or even. She chooses odd. Frode rolls a 2
on a 20 sided dice.)
Frode
Alas, your hiding skills have not improved since the day we
first met on the island. And while the docks are crowded and I
am lost in thought, I am not so distracted I fail to note the
feminine giggling of a First Girlwho thinks she is being ever so
clever hiding behind the crates. I play along, however, walking
along before stopping just before the ambush site.
"My! How pretty the Thassa looks today! I will turn around to
look at it a while!" I say a bit louder than is necessary. Now
to see if she takes the bait.
Fidah
-First off, I file a complaint with the dice company, cause they
absolutely hate me!! I was trying so hard not to be seen.
Pressed against the crates when HARK upon the wind came the
sound of Master's familiar voice! Oh it was so pretty and
strong, just the words of how pretty Thassa is looking today
made me weak in the knees. I must resist. I MUST resist!! The
tug of war inside had begun, even the sound of his steps upon
the docks is sexy as fuck. I really need to play harder to get,
but alas, when you've been got as many times as I have, the
point is rather useless.-
-Peering slowly from around the edge of the crate, Master's back
coming into view and I gulped. That stance. Those baggy
britches. I would release a soft breath only to grab it right
back in again. Men are my total weakness. Sometimes I wonder
what it would have been like had I been born male, thank the
PK's that I will never know. A temptress would prowl from around
the stacks crates, pushing forward the erotic sound of my
voice.- "Tal Master of Masters." -Would you know it's me?
Probably not, and the next time that I play on sneaking up on
you, I'll find a better hiding place!-
Frode
Oh, I know it is her. Which is why I am so quick to lash out and
grab at slender wrists and rounded hips. throwing you over my
shoulder in a well-practiced motion that makes the skirt of your
brief garment ride up, giving the whole of the docks a view that
you'd gladly give for free if Mistress weren't so strict about
her slaves being clothed during the day. I chuckle and bring a
firm hand down on that exposed ass with a firm slap before
continuing down the docks with you thrown over my shoulder like
a sack of suls.
"Hello, my pretty wild one. Staying out of trouble? Until now?"
Fidah
"HELPPPPP I've been slutnapped, somebody save meeeee!" I gave
out the shout the instance that I was grabbed, trying to swallow
down the laughter as I am literally pulled through the air and
dumped across your shoulder. Humph! Feeling the air quick to
assault that now exposed ass, the ass that had always been used
to being so bare, however, rules are rules and I do strive not
to break any of them! Your hand striking that brown ass, full of
sass and goodness. I couldn't hold the laughter anymore as some
several of the Masters working on the docks would call out.-
"I'll pay her ransom, Captain!!" -To those Masters I would blow
kisses as best I can, upon those kisses the unspoken promise
that I'll take really good care of their cocks in the not so
distant future.-
"Aye, Master, I have managed to elude trouble, but it just
always seems to find me, somehow!" -It was true, a trouble
magnet I am, however, I do like to think that my kind of trouble
is a Master's dream.-
Frode
I smile broadly and nod to the other Men. Yes, no doubt you'll
be tending to them all as soon as your time is your own. Oh
wait! It isn't.
"As I always seem to find you. Somehow." I grin as I start
making my way toward the cafe. If I know my Mate (and I do)
she's probably there seeking an escape from the paperwork that
is part and parcel of our work.
Findah
"I certainly can't hide from you, Master, no matter how hard I
try." -A slow grin would appear, but you wouldn't see it, cause
I am dangling down your back. I do get a glimpse of the Master's
being left behind on the docks, some making very lewd gestures,
gestures that I'm very familiar with. Oh the life of a slut, I'm
just lucky I suppose, yeah, that's it, I'm lucky. Not quite sure
where you were heading, I've not been carried upside down enough
to know the road, so, I'll just hang on for the ride, maybe I'll
take a nap until we get there. Snore.-
Frode
Just when you think you might nod off, another mighty slap comes
down on your sassy ass. Zounds, but Master might shift the sass
out of the ass after a few more like that!
My already wide smile grows wider as I see my Mate sitting at
one of the tables. I move to join her and lower my snared prize
down to the floor upright. "Tal, mine." I wink before I regard
the slave I just dropped down. "See about getting me a drink,
Fidah. Dark ale."
Fidah
-Lucky me, I got a couple minutes of sleep in, which
means...power nap, now all y'all gonna be in troubleeeeee!
There's another smack against that brown sassy ass, I'm tellin'
ya, no matter how many times you gone smack that ass, it will
always have sass! Feeling my toes touch to the ground. Phew, the
things I have to go through, and my hair! Giving an arrogant
toss of my head, sending those black tendrils in all kinds of
wild array while I reach up, with a tug and a yank, making sure
nips are covered while that ass is on fireeee.-
-You had just issued a command, and I'm trying to get my
bearings, ain't this like a Master, pick me up, spank my ass and
leave me breathless all at the same time! I would give Mistress
a razzlin' dazzlin' smile offering up a joyous greeting.- "Tal
Mistress!" -I wish I had more time to dilly dally around and
shoot the breeze, but Master needs a drink and my ass is already
on fire, I better get a move on!-
Frode
I grin and watch the sassy girl bounce off, barely taking a
moment to pull her hem down before going off for my drink. I
grab a seat at the table where my Mate sits and make myself
comfortable. Not as comfortable as I might, mind you. But a
dexterous hand might glide across a leather-legging clad thigh
under the table. "Work is going a pace on my ship, but it will
be some weeks before the new figurehead is ready. But it needs
to have the rudder replaced, so we have time. How fares your
work for the day?"
Fidah
"Dark Ale coming right up, Master." -That little snooze had my
insides bouncing off the walls as I make way for the kitchen
where I'm sure I'll be able to find the ale. Hey diddy diddy ass
and titties, shake it more than one time for me. Pretty sure
there is a song on the charts out there somewhere in a time a
place, with the kind of rhythm people can get a good fuck on to
it. Right now, I was going to use that jive to get me to the
kitchen on time to save Master from dying of thirst, cause that
ain't happening, not on my watch!-
- I arrived in the kitchen just in time to hear some of the
girls say..."trouble is heading this way." now surely them gals
aren't talking about lil ole me, I've not even been here on the
Island long enough to be labeled trouble, or have I? A dunk in
the fresh made dish water will disinfect my hands, then comes
the rinse and dry cycle, tossing the rep cloth I used to dry my
hands on, into the laundry basket in the corner. Lined across
the wall in the kitchen, a multitude of shelves, holding up all
kinds of dishes, platters, tankards, horns, pretty much anything
that one might have a desire to use. Imma go with a tankard.
Snatched up by slender fingers, pulled from the shelf, it's
pewter, weighted and damn near perfect, I take that back, it is
perfect now that I've spotted the Ship etched on the side of it.
A cask laid prone across the counter, marked dark ale, now that
would get my attention. Hips swish against the air as I walk on
over, grabbing the spigot, with a turn, that dark brew starts
flowing out. Watching as it reaches to almost the top before I
spot the ale's flow.-
-With a body that would stop a rampant herd of bosk, those
nimble toes help me take the turn, giving the girls a wink, I
didn't know them yet, but I would before long. Walking right
back the way that I'd came, out the kitchen and into the
limelight. Arriving to your left, easing into a kneel that have
caused some grown Masters to groan. Toned thighs wide, tight ass
touching to smooth heels as I lift up the tankard. Boldly
looking into your face as I speak.- "Master, you sent me forth
on a mission, I've returned, hopefully in a manner that you will
find pleasing, and if not, I'll do it all over again." -An
incredible smile helping to light up my eyes as I wait for you
to accept the tankard I've brought to you.-
Frode
I nod with approval at the bold serve. Already she has learned
that my Mate and I like to meet the gaze of our slaves and that
I prefer my women to kneel wide, even if they are clothed in
such a way as to obscure what the pose is meant to display. I
take the tankard and slowly sip the hearty brew, moaning softly
at the pleasing taste. "Ah.... wonderful. Thank you, Fiadh. " I
reach down and stroke your chin teasingly with my free hand. A
small bit of affection for one who has earned it.
Fidah
-This right here is what keeps me going, keeps me yearning to be
all that I can be. I have pleased you. Nostrils flare slightly
as you accept the tankard, and my hands are lowered, lights
dancing in my dark blue eyes.- "You are most welcome, Master.
Thank you for finding me worthy enough to be saved from a
deserted island, and giving me the opportunity to serve you and
Mistress." -That chin would push slightly against your hand,
giving you full access to that proud bone. I would accept all
the affection that you deemed me worthy of.-
Frode
"Thank Mister Pike next time you see him. Had he not been so
determined to add you to my chain, I would have left you there."
I say with a smirk. I don't mean it, of course. I had fully been
planning to snare you again after giving you a chance to follow
after me. And my hand keeps stroking silky skin as I make my
cruel jest. "Don't you still have some work to be doing for
Captain Squiggy?" I ask. Not that I'm in a hurry to send you
off, but I could use some time alone with my Mate. We go so
precious little of it.
Fidah
"I will be sure to thank Master Pike when I see him next,
Master, I promise."-I'm not so sure that you would have ended up
leaving me there, but it's not my place to try to say what
Master would or would not do, I'm just glad that I ended up
here. Smiling at the smirk, then giving a gentle nod of my
head.- "Aye Master, although I did complete the task, but I've
yet to see him to tell him of the work I've done." -Looking
between you and Mistress, with a grin, I know these things and
well, being a third wheel is not my forte.- "Thank you again,
Master for allowing me to serve you. I wish you and Mistress a
most wonderful night."
Frode
I nod. "Thank you for being such a pleasing servant. I think we
chose our First Girl well." I smile. "You have a good night too,
Fiadh. But be ready to find us and new duties first thing
tomorrow."
Fidah
"Goodnight Mistress!" -I would off the low tone of my voice as
well as a smile, bowing slightly to the both of you as I stand,
the gesture, one of utmost respect. Turning on nimble toes, I
would tip toe to the exit, wishing there were some musicians
here, well, other than Master, so I could cue some very romantic
music to be played for the both of you.-
"I will do that, Master!!" -those would be the last words heard
from me as I exit the Cafe and enter the night with an oh la la
murmur.-
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