Dominique's Hotwife Cruise E-Book

Thomas Roberts

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Dominique's Hotwife Cruise

Leseprobe

Dominique’s Hotwife Cruise

Written by Thomas Roberts

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Edited by Carson McCullen

Copyright Thomas Roberts 2020

This book is intended for ADULTS ONLY all characters are over 18 years of age.

This is an erotic work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is accidental and damned amazing.

There is sex, lots of it. There is wife cheating and all kinds of goings-on. If that offends you, please don’t read this book. But if you’re looking for a fun, dirty read, this is it. If you are offended by violence, particularly violence against women, consider yourself warned.

Prologue

The world’s cruise ships weren’t sailing. Some sat at anchor while hired crews, in hazmat suits, scrubbed every inch. Some owners had given up — their property abandoned for now. Maybe better days would come, or maybe they wouldn’t.

The Carbone wasn’t a cruise ship. It was a superyacht capable of sleeping forty guests and a crew of thirty. The elegantly appointed Carbone wasn’t anywhere near the size of the vacation companies' enormous floating cities. But, it was perfect for an invitation-only cruise with the suggestive name of “No Holes Barred – Hotwife’s Only.”

Chapter 1 - Dominique and Steve

Dominique hadn’t actually lied to her husband-to-be. He’d assumed she was a virgin, and she’d let him. Dominique went to church twice a week, preyed often, dressed conservatively, and generally acted as though she’d never been with a man. It seemed as though she were wearing man-repellent.

Besides, why would it matter to a man if a woman was a virgin? It was hard to believe that Steve, being a Marine, hadn’t been with a woman. But, Dominique had been with another man, and her body ached to be with him again.

Dominique knew she was beautiful. But not in a conceited way. She loved her body, and she knew the pleasure it could give her if she let it.

Even standing in the small, poorly lit church basement, Dominique looked radiant in her borrowed white wedding dress. She’d been looking forward to this day ever since she’d finally given in to Steve’s kisses. Dominique had wanted to be pure for him in body and soul, but purity had come at a price paid in frustration and increasing need.

The day had seemed like a freeway mirage, making her wedding appear further off with every day that passed, and then, just as suddenly, it was here.

Dominique had dreamed of the magical moment when she’d kiss the man she would marry. But the reality, the overwhelming realness of the kiss, had surprised her. The touch of Steve’s lips on hers had sent a spark through her body as if she’d touched a downed wire. She’d jerked away and looked at him in surprise.

“What?” Steve had asked. “Did I do something wrong?” He knew damn well he hadn’t. Dominique wasn’t the first girl he’d ever kissed.

“No, I don’t think you did anything wrong at all,” Dominique was having a hard time catching her breath. “I’m just not sure …maybe we shouldn’t.”

Having soothed her conscience, she’d leaned back in, her head cocked to the left, and her lips slightly parted. Steve had taken the hint, and he’d kissed her again. Softly at first with their lips barely touching, then harder, and finally demanding. Dominique had groaned. Something was happening to her — she felt pressure in her lower body and tingling between her thighs. Dominique squeezed her legs together to make the feeling stop, but the pressure only made matters worse.

That’s all the couple had done on that night and for months following. Dominique had grown to need the sudden rush of warm excitement and the wetness it created. She yearned for the delightful spasms that traveled through her when Steve’s lips touched hers. The first time their tongues had touched, Dominique had nearly crawled onto his lap in her excitement. She’d felt his desire for her hard against her butt, and Dominique had thrills deep inside.

Dominique’s sleep had been troubled after each date with Steve. She’d had crazy erotic dreams. Dreams of Steve putting his hardness inside her, and the crazy part had been that it hadn’t always been Steve. Sometimes it had been a large dark man, and try as she might, she couldn’t see his face as he lay on top of her, his penis taking her innocence. In the morning, she’d awakened to find herself lying on wet sheets.

Dominique hadn't been truthful, with herself or with Steve. She’d never explained why she’d dropped out of college. She didn’t need to see the face of the man in her dreams to know who it was because the face belonged to the man who’d taken her virginity.

Movie star gorgeous with a shy smile, even her modest dress couldn’t conceal her shape or her large breasts. Dominique had been a magnet to men. Without being aware, she’d put out the hormonal scent of a woman in heat, and the men wanted to get in her pants. But Dominique had been the girl who went to church in the campus chapel every Sunday. She’d smiled shyly, promising something in the future, maybe, as she turned down every man who asked her out.

It was a fraternity party off campus that ended Dominique’s college career. The guys had worked hard to get her there, even enlisting girlfriends to help make sure the new girl attended.

“I’m sorry, I don’t drink or smoke,” Dominique had told Alan, the fraternity president. She had been feeling lonely, missing her friends, and everyone was having such a good time. Dominique wanted to fit in, and Alan was so cute.

“Then let me get you some punch.” The punch was heavily spiked while tasting like innocent fruit juices. The hot, crowded house and the humid night resulted in Dominique drinking a lot of punch.

As she danced and talked to Alan, she couldn’t ignore the strange, sweet-smelling smoke hanging in the air. As the sun set and the house darkened, she found herself alone in a room with him.

She felt happy and loose. She was the girl talking to the fraternity president and varsity football player. He was interested in her. She knew her friends back home would never believe it. Dominique felt her body reacting when he kissed her.

She had no idea what was happening to her. Dominique had never been with any man before, much less a black man. There weren’t any blacks in her little town, and if there had been, her mother wouldn’t have approved of them.

Dominique loved Alan’s deep kisses in a way she couldn’t have prepared for, she wanted more of them, and she didn’t object when Alan opened her blouse and eased his hand under her bra to caress her breasts. She’d never allowed a guy to touch her most private areas, and now she couldn’t remember why. It felt good when he stroked her nipples. Her breath caught, and she frantically kissed him. Even drunk, she knew Alan was a catch; all the girls said so, and anyway, she just didn’t have the will to resist him.

It was easy being alone with him; together they generated incredible energy, letting loose a force that had been pent up inside Dominique for so long it threatened to explode. She knew her pussy was dripping wet, although she didn’t know how she knew. Her body felt indescribably hot, and she desperately wanted more of him.

Dominique felt accepted and turned on by his attention. She loved the feelings Alan awoke inside her, and she loved the way he kissed and sucked her nipples.

Her world was spinning, yet she felt relaxed and safe when Alan helped her remove her panties. Dominique decided she wanted nothing so much as for Alan to be the first man to make love to her.

He was a large man, and with Dominique exposed, he stopped being gentle. He spread Dominique’s legs apart and stuffed his immense cock inside her. Dominique’s copious lubrication and excitement made it possible for her to accommodate his girth and length. Even as large as he was.

Dominique’s virginity was now a thing of the past. She was being fucked aggressively by a strong young man with an immense cock, and Dominique found that she loved it. He was touching something deep inside her and filling a space she hadn’t known was empty. She fucked back at him and groaned. Her scream, when she orgasmed, was heard over the noise of the party. When his cock jerked inside her and he came, she felt powerful.

The next week, without a word from Alan, a guilt-ridden Dominique left school and returned home with her secret. Still a virgin to the world that knew her, she kept inside herself the memory of the best night of her life.

“You mustn’t expect too much,” her mother was saying, jerking Dominique back to the reality of the church basement. “You know, dear, tonight when you’re in bed with Steve.”

“I don’t understand,” Dominique had answered. She’d been daydreaming of Alan, who had somehow become mixed in with her wedding night. She knew there’d be more than kissing, and maybe Steve would be larger than Dominique thought he probably was. Her mother had been like this since Dominique was little and her father had disappeared. Her mother had discovered religion and had latched onto the idea that since sex was all men cared about, only whores enjoyed it, too.

Sex confused Dominique. She’d enjoyed it, and she’d wanted to see him, but Alan had avoided her after the party, and they’d never spoken again. It had hurt. She’d cried for days before dropping out of school and going home. Not wanting to tell anyone about him, she’d told people Steve was her first real boyfriend. Now they were getting married, and she was a harlot with a guilty secret.

Dominique wanted to erase the memory of Alan, but she couldn’t. It had felt so good to release the energy trapped inside herself, and she’d lied for so long. It was no wonder she was confused.

On the morning of her wedding, Dominique woke lying in a wet spot on the sheets again. The rapidly receding dream had been about Alan this time.

Back in the church basement, Dominique’s mother was saying, “He’ll want to put his …I call it his ‘bobby,’ inside you.” She was embarrassed to be talking about a man’s penis.

“His ‘bobby?’” Dominique asked, although she’d heard her mother use this term for a man’s penis before. Usually said in a whisper.

“His penis,” she whispered, looking around to make sure no one could overhear her.

“Oh.”

“Don’t be surprised if it hurts at first, but you must let him do it,” her mother said sternly. “Try to think of nice things, and it’ll soon pass. Now, this is very important, are you listening?”

“Yes,” Dominique had heard it all before. Her mother had warned her about becoming a whore. She wasn’t sure what a whore did exactly, except enjoy sex.

“Put some of this on yourself when you get into bed,” Dominique’s mother was trying to hide a small bottle of lubrication in her hand. “It’ll help if you’re not wet enough down there.”

“Whatever you do, pretend it was wonderful,” Dominique’s aunt had joined them. “You must never refuse him, and you must always tell him what a wonderful husband he is and how good it felt. It’s just another thing women must endure. Also, try squeezing your muscles, like you just pooped.”

Dominique held her gloved hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, unable to believe what she was being told. ‘Squeeze her muscles like she’d just pooped?’ who were these people that looked like her mother and her aunt?

“Seriously, do it,” her mother agreed. “It’ll make you tighter inside, and he’ll finish quicker. Then soon you’ll give me beautiful grandchildren.” Her mother smiled happily at the thought.

That night Steve had indeed put his ‘bobby’ inside Dominique, and she hadn’t needed lubrication; she’d had plenty of her own. There’d been no pain, perhaps because his cock wasn’t very large compared to what she’d already experienced, and she hadn’t needed to think of anything except fucking. Dominique decided that she loved the word, and she’d begged Steve to fuck her again, and when he said he couldn’t, she’d touched his cock and kissed him eagerly. She decided she loved the word ‘cock,’ too.

In the morning, Steve’s cock was so red and swollen he’d dipped it into a glass of ice water while Dominique held him and smiled. “What was that thing you did? It felt like you were gripping me when I was inside you.”

“Did you like it?” Dominique wanted him inside her again. She wanted to take him in her hand. She wanted to kiss his wonderful cock, and maybe this time he’d be able to make her cum.

Dominique asked herself if wanting to have sex with her husband so much could be a sin? She promptly dismissed the idea. She didn’t think it could be a sin to want her husband to make love to her and give her mother beautiful grandchildren.

“It was almost too much,” Steve was having a hard time believing how lucky he was.

“Could we do it again?” Dominique said, holding his cock and admiring it. “Would it be okay if I kissed it?”

Steve thought it would be just fine.

“Would you like to kiss me …you know, down there?” Dominique didn’t know how she could be so brave.

On one of Steve’s deployments he’d talked to a prostitute. They were in Italy, or at least Steve thought that’s where they were, but he wasn’t sure. Steve had a reputation in his unit as a poindexter, a guy who acted smart but was just socially awkward. Steve always stayed on board; he didn’t go on liberty, and he never got his dick wet. They’d all seen the pictures of Dominique and her letters, so they were pretty sure he wasn’t gay. Just weird.

This time, he went with them because Steve had some things he wanted to know, and he could think of no better way to get answers. He even had a few drinks before he allowed the others to drag him to a brothel.

Aurora was beautiful and reminded him a lot of Dominique, or perhaps a young Sophia Loren. Like Sophia Loren, Dominique had dark, shiny hair, regular features, and full, plump, kissable lips more full on the bottom than on the top. She had a direct wide-eyed gaze, large breasts, and a body that promised everything. When he looked at Aurora, he thought of Dominique.

Steve couldn’t help himself. He fought the urge to throw Aurora down and fuck her until …he didn’t know. Until he came, maybe? He just knew he wanted her, and he’d paid for her, but he couldn’t let himself go.

“I just want to talk,” he told her when they were alone in her room.

“There is something wrong with you?”

“No. I have a girlfriend, and we’re going to get married. I don’t want to cheat on her.”

Aurora's English was good, and now she was looking at him, considering him. “Talk or fuck costs the same. What do you want to talk about?”

“Sex, there are things I want to know,” Steve began, then the blush started, and he became tongue-tied. “I don’t have much experience, and I hope you’re the right person to …you know, to ask.” He was embarrassed now; he’d just called the woman a prostitute.

Aurora smiled, the American was cute, and he was trying to hide a growing hard-on. “You can ask me anything, and I’ll tell you the truth. But, let me guess, your first question will be, why does Aurora do this?”

Steve’s blush deepened.

Aurora put her hand on his thigh. “I love to fuck.” Steve looked at her in disbelieve. Women didn’t love to fuck. Women just tolerated it when they weren’t doing it for other reasons. Like to have a baby or to trap a man. “Bullshit,” he said.

“You don’t think a woman can enjoy sex? Not with every man, I’m not saying that, but when the time is right, you don’t think a woman can enjoy fucking?”

“I’m not saying that, exactly. But everyone knows women just tolerate our lusts …” Aurora started to laugh.

“Why is she laughing? Is she laughing at your dick?” The voice came through the door, accompanied by male laughter.

Aurora sat next to him and draped one long naked leg across his lap exposing her engorged, red-rimmed pussy. “I want you to touch my leg. Yes, right there. Just use your fingertips and nails, lightly. It’s safe for you to touch me there. That’s it.”

Steve ran his hands over Aurora’s soft, smooth, white thigh just as she’d ordered. His cock filled the tight space inside his left pant leg.

“It makes you hard, no?”

“Yes,” Steve was finding it difficult to breathe.

“It makes me wet. Did you know that, too?” Aurora said. “Sometimes I like a hard touch, but not today. Today I want my big, strong Marine to touch me everywhere, just like that.”

Aurora could feel the young man’s cock throbbing against her leg. “I want you to touch me like that on my back and my ass. Oh, my ass is very sensitive. Do you touch your girlfriend’s ass?”

“Na ...na …or, I mean…no. I’ve never touched her there,” Steve’s hand was still lightly caressing Aurora’s soft thigh. He could see drops of clear liquid gathering at her hole before running to her ass. He was so focused on the drops that his hand was only inches from touching her pussy.

“You should touch her ass just like this and her breasts,” Aurora said excitedly. “Would you touch my breasts like this? Please, just your fingernails and the very tips of your fingers. Please? you’d be doing it for me.”

Aurora had opened her negligee style top and exposed her large breasts and pale nipples. She looked to be about the same size as Dominique, and Steve was afraid he might cum in his pants. It all felt so good.

Steve adjusted himself to run the tips of his fingers and his nails lightly over Aurora’s right tit as she sighed. “That feels so good, what you do. You’re very good at this.”

Later, “Do you want to know what I really like? What I like more than anything in the world?”

“What would that be?” Steve choked on the words. Aurora’s full breasts were so soft and yet firm at the same time. His cock had never felt so hard.

“I like cock,” Aurora said dreamily. “Hard cocks. Best of all, I like big, hard cocks.”

Steve’s hand had faltered.

“Do you think they’ll have church services on the cruise?” Dominique asked. She was sorting bathing suits, trying to decide what to pack. One was a gift from her mother, a conservative one-piece that did nothing for her perfect figure. She thought it was dowdy, as were most of her clothes. The bathing suit was also snug in the chest. Dominique’s breasts were too large for it, or perhaps her mother wanted to flatten her.

The other suit was a modest two-piece allowing a tantalizing glimpse of her flat stomach. But again, the top was too tight, and it pinched her uncomfortably.

“What do you think, Steve?” Dominique was trembling with excitement. They were finally going on a honeymoon, after postponing it for two years. They wouldn’t have much spending money, in fact, almost none. But Dominique was determined to have a good time, alone with her husband.

She’d poured over the information available on the web, but there was nothing for the cruise they’d be on. To Dominique, an ‘adult’ cruise meant there wouldn’t be children. Since the other passengers would all be adults, maybe there would even be a few older couples enjoying an escape from daily life for two weeks. No matter, there would be people to get to know, and Dominique was excited.

Stops at Caribbean destinations made her think of tropical settings from Hollywood movies. Dominique pictured colorful friendly natives and busy markets where she might find inexpensive gifts and keepsakes; it would be such fun.

That night they made love like they did every Saturday and Wednesday. Dominique prepared herself in the bathroom, and Steve made himself comfortable in bed, with the lights off. These were the best days of the week for Dominique. She really loved the word ‘fuck.’

Dominique left the bathroom light on when she stepped out into the bedroom. With the door opened slightly, the light would provide a faint glow. Steve had seen his beautiful, modest wife in the brief flash of light. Her long dark hair hung to her shoulders, and her cotton nightgown covered her body from neck to ankles. In two years of marriage, Steve had only seen his wife naked one time, and then by accident. It was a sight he’d never forget. She’d been dazzling. Her large breasts sat high on her chest, and her ass was firm and tight, his wife’s stomach was flat, and high between her thighs was a wild patch of dark, curly pubic hair.

It had excited her to be completely naked with Alan, but Steve was different. He was her husband, for one thing. If she showed herself off, he might think he’d married a whore.

They fit well together as a couple. Dominique was tall for a woman, and she held herself upright, but still, the top of her head only came to her husband’s shoulder.

Dominique had only been eighteen, and Steve had been a few years older when he’d enlisted right out of ROTC. He’d decided to make the Marine Corp a career, and the couple had finally married after Steve’s first two-year deployment when Dominique was twenty-three. She had only a vague idea of her husband's job in the Corp. He commanded some men, and he’d committed himself.

Dominique slipped into bed, surprised that her husband was already naked. Her breath caught, her pussy fluttered, and she felt tight with excitement. He touched her, and she felt his touch travel along her body and straight between her legs. There was something about how her husband stroked her; it relaxed and excited her at the same time. She desired him.

Dominique pressed her mouth to her husband’s. She wanted him inside her. It wasn’t very modest of her, but he was her husband, and the bliss she felt when he entered her washed away any lingering shyness.

Her body tightened like a spring, and the pressure built as he pounded inside. Steve had pushed her modest nightgown above her breasts so he could lick and suck her nipples.

When her husband burst inside her, Dominique nearly blacked out. Her vagina spasmed, and the waves pounded her young body. She loved the feel of Steve cumming inside her. Maybe next time would be her turn.

They held each other and kissed before Steve climbed out from between her legs. Dominique used tissues and pulled her gown down to cover her body again, modestly.

“I need some new clothes,” Dominique said. “Most of my things are too heavy for where we’re going, and neither bathing suit fits properly.”

“How about if you pick up a few things here, and then we’ll see what they have onboard or where we dock?”

Steve had stationed aboard Navy ships, where clothing wasn’t an issue; this was his first time on a civilian vessel. Dominique picked a light-colored, summer-weight dress with buttons on the front for the Uber ride to the pier.

In the crew quarters, Bunny was going over a copy of the manifest. Bunny, a steward, saw only a passenger named Steve, with no indication of his job. His was just a name that ran together with many other names, such as James.

But Bunny stopped when his finger, which had been slowly working its way down the list of new passengers, touched a familiar name: Hawk. Bunny stopped scrolling, the finger with “K” tattooed on it, marking his spot. The other fingers on his fat hand were tattooed with capital: F, U, and C. The name ‘Hawk’ set off warning bells.

Bunny scratched his chin with his left hand, the fingers tattooed: Y, O, and U. A man named Hawk had been in the news as part of the BaMa crime syndicate. But there was no way he could be free and taking a cruise using his real name. It couldn’t be the same guy.

Could it?

Chapter 2 - Arriving at the Port

The sun was barely up, and Bunny, along with Winston were wrestling a heavy crate up the gangway. They’d taken a break when a car arrived with an Uber sign taped to the inside of the windshield. Balancing the full crate, they stopped to stare as the exquisite looking brunette unfolded herself from the rear of the small car. Her olive beauty, and her resemblance to a half-remembered glamorous movie star, stopped them cold. As she tried to slide out, the seat's fabric caught her skirt and pulled it up, exposing long legs until the men caught a glimpse of her panties.

“I’d fuck her,” Winston said, staring between Dominique’s legs without blinking. Winston was tall and well built, in addition to being strong, with long ropy muscles. “I’d fuck her and ruin her little twat for that guy.”

“What do you guess?” Bunny said. “Six feet tall?”

“Maybe taller,” Winston agreed. “What isn’t leg — is boobs.”

Her husband, wearing a garishly colored Hawaiian shirt, his hair in a buzz cut with white sidewalls, made almost no impression.

“The guy’s probably her husband,” Bunny was smart enough to know what he had in Winston. A man with a strong, ‘bad boy’ personality who thought he was too smart to need someone else to do his thinking. Bunny wanted to keep him out of trouble.

“I’ll make a deal with you.”

“What kind of a deal?” Winston's voice was pitched so low Bunny could feel the vibrations in his chest.

“You can fuck her and ruin her. But, only after we get what we came for.”

“You want me to be a good boy, don’t you, Bunny?” Winston sounded menacing. He was pleased with the result.

Not too stupid, after all, Bunny thought. Even if Winston’s deep voice made everything sound like a threat. “Yes, be a good boy, remember who’s boss, and you can fuck all the bitches you want.”

“I want to bend her over with her face on her wimpy husband’s shoulder and fuck her until her cunt’s useless to anyone but me,” Winston was still watching Dominique.

“They’re staring at me,” Dominique said. She’d faced away from the two crew members, not wanting them to see the heat their stares generated in her.

“Ignore them,” Steve said, not caring if they saw his lips move or not. “Guys like that talk about every woman they see.”

“I’m sorry, honey. It just makes me uncomfortable.” Dominique didn’t mention that the discomfort was between her legs. Their stares made her feel tingly, like pinpricks of heat on her skin. She felt as though the men were looking right through her clothing and assessing her naked body.

The First Mate was well-tanned and looked smart in a crisp white tropical uniform with short pants and long white stockings. A look of confusion colored his face as he examined their documents and consulted a computer screen. Dominique watched him and pressed her legs together, pinching her pussy, and sending a thrill through her body. Her imagination was beginning to run wild.

Those men wanted her, and they wanted to do unspeakable things to her. They were so big there would be nothing she could do to stop them. She’d just have to let them ravish her. Dominique stood up even straighter and pressed her thighs together even harder.

The men were probably just dock rats. But the First Mate wasn’t, and it felt like he was looking right through her clothing and lusting after her, too.

The Carbone was technically a superyacht — basically, it was a small cruise ship perfect for an anything goes event. Her silhouette even looked like a miniature, privately owned cruise ship. The passengers were all known to the owner, and he’d invited them individually. Tickets were not available for purchase.

Nguyen Lee, the vessel owner, sat on several boards, including a small nonprofit organization that held an annual golf tournament. Raffle prizes had been solicited from the board members, and Mr. Lee’s temporary assistant had fulfilled the routine request. Not knowing the nature of the cruise, she’d made a mistake.

Steve was a terrible golfer, he hadn’t wanted to use one of his few days at home to play best ball golf for charity, and then his friends had made him feel guilty for not buying a raffle ticket. So, that’s what he bought — one ticket.

His one ticket had won the golf tournament raffle. Steve had won a two-week Caribbean cruise for two. Dominique had been so excited and proud of her husband she’d gone down on him to celebrate. Maybe it was her full lips and dancing tongue, or perhaps it was just her happiness, but his wife had swallowed for the first time in their marriage. Steve felt as though he’d won twice.

There was no brochure, and nobody had thought to check with Mr. Lee over such a trivial matter. The temporary assistant booked the new couple on the cruise and was gone the next week. The chief stewardess slash Purser didn’t recognize Steve and Dominique as invited guests and did not book a stateroom for them. That’s where things stood when Steve and Dominique arrived at the yacht, excited and with their luggage in tow.

The handsome mate and Buffy, the blonde Cruise Director, welcomed the couple aboard and indicated that they should make themselves comfortable until a stateroom could be assigned. Buffy had been wearing a men’s-style shirt that was so sheer Steve could see her pale nipples.

The mate suggested the couple should wait in the cozy lounge, and they both watched Dominique’s ass sway as she walked away. The mate and Buffy looked at each other as if sharing a thought — this spectacular woman might not be on the guest list, but nobody would object to her joining the party.

Before picking up the top sheaf of a stack of ordinary stapled paper prepared for arriving guests, Dominique reminded her husband of their agreement.

“It’s our honeymoon, and we’re going to enjoy ourselves. Right, honey?” she said.

Steve looked uncomfortable. “You mean we’re going to eat junk food, and drink alcohol, and not worry about your mother’s approval.”

Dominique smiled and looked at the pages, printed on both sides, probably on a typical office LaserJet. The stapled pages had been left in a small pile on the counter behind the stewardesses’ podium.

After reviewing all the things Dominique’s mother would disapprove of, Steve sat uncomfortably. He distracted himself by watching the young, skimpily dressed Buffy talk on the telephone. She was speaking rapidly with whoever was on the other end, occasionally sneaking glances at the couple sitting alone in the lounge area.

“Steve, listen to this,” Dominique’s face was white, and her voice quivered. “These are the rules. Are you ready?” Her hands trembled, and she looked near tears as she read: