"Are you ready, Sir? Please take off your clothes and lie down on the bed." I watched my guest revealing his model-like figure inch by inch in front of me as I closed the door.

I worked onboard International cruise ships, my position was called Physical Therapist.

My cruise ship is a five-star luxury hotel sailing at sea, it's like Atlantis, only better. It's the best vacation resort, combined with the best hotel amenities and service.

My ship has 16 Decks, Deck equals 'Floor' on land.

There are restaurants, bars, pools, parties, bands, parks, theater, casino, spa...everything you need for a proper vacation without paying for your transportation---Comfy.

And the structure is quite simple, we usually divide them into two parts--Guest Area & Crew Area.

Guest area goes from Deck 4 to Deck 14.

Crew area goes from Deck 3 and below.

My favorite place is the Atrium, from Deck 5 to Deck 6, as it's always the center with music and parties, lovely couples listening to the music sitting at a cafe along the street, also the center for important festivals and celebrations.

Sometimes I'd get some sun kissing time on one of the open decks though, get a beach chair, and a cute beach umbrella, facing the ocean, reading a book or just enjoying a nice coffee.

But my one true desire, is the "Forbidden Zone", also known as the VIP section, just like the first class on a plane, but I am not eligible to go in there.

They are located on those top two decks, 15 and 16.

In the ship, we have a saying.

The higher deck you go, the more distinguished identity you possess, and also, the more restrictrictions come along, but sometimes more secrets too...

This area is restricted to those guests who live in luxurious suites, usually celebrities, high-rank ship officers or VIPs from head office sometimes. They have their own restaurant and entertainment area, it has the best design of rooms and wall painting, carpet, jacuzzi...

Which is why I chose to work in a Spa, as it was the only position that could get me into some those fancy suites with a guest's appointment.

Guests made appointments with me for massage sessions after their long journey, mostly they'd come to our Spa Center, but suite guests held privilege asking for a section in his own place.

Over the past five months, I had touched every different type of man's body from all different nationalities.

Today I was lucky to get a young handsome one, from Spain.

I looked at such a hot man lying naked in front of me, wondering where to lay my fingers first.

Any girl would drool on his crazily sexy abs, I looked at his impeccably strong chest and sexy muscle line...Umm...damn hot man.

I finished worshiping his perfect body, grabbed a massage towel to cover his penis and started my massage.

I looked into his charming hazel eyes, and said, "Sir, now we will begin."

He closed his eyes and groaned as my fingers went across his perfectly sculpted jawline.

"Sir, could you please open your legs a little bit and relax?" My hands went down to massaging his muscular thighs.

He opened them and I traced my palms to his inner thighs...he let out of a groan--

"Awwwww....harder please."

So I did.

He groaned louder...

I watched something was moving and growing plump under the towel. I assumed it was his erection showing.

As his burning skin was telling me that he was turned on.

But I would never massage that area, that wasn't my job.

However, the handsome guest quickly took out his penis from under the towel and showed it to me.

"Sir, please behave yourself," I said politely, I had to. Crew members were not allowed to shout at guests.

He, however, grabbed my hand and led it underneath the towel right away and forced me to rub his hot rod-- it was huge.

He was handsome and all, but I wasn't interested at all, he wasn't carrying anything I was looking for.

"STOP! I'm gonna call the Captain and tell him how you forced his girlfriend to give you a hand job!" I lied, but I still took out my phone from the left pocket to threaten him.

He finally let go of me and put his underwear on.

"Wha...what? No...don't call him...I'm leaving now." He got scared as hell and fled like a coward.

I laughed. I didn't even get to clean the oil on him, funny.

I grabbed a hot towel to wipe the oil off of my hands, feeling a little disgusted that I just touched his...God, I was gonna barf now.

Ding----

My phone vibrating, I took it out, "BF #2 Connected" on the screen.

I did dial someone, just not the Captain.

"Babyyyy, I thought you're on duty, miss me already?" It was Richie's sweet voice. Richie was a guitarist onboard, also a crew, but as a musician, his rank was much higher than me, living in a large stateroom with no roommate. He was the leading singer, his working area was at the Atrium on deck 5, three decks below me. Whenever there was a party, a celebration at Atrium, there was him. He'd also be invited for music shows at the theater sometimes.

"One hot guest just tried to force me to give him a hand job...Jesus he's big," I said.

"Really? Bigger than mine? You just said that to make me jealous, didn't you?" Richie got a little bit fussy.

"Come on, you know that I like your size, baby, we had two rounds last night!" I comforted him.

"You are too good at touching men, honey. Guests like taking advantage of you, tell them that your boyfriend will come and kick their asses really hard next time!"

"Oh, how chivalrous of you! What if I tell you that my body is missing you now?"

"Do you want it? I can come and make love to you right now!" Richie said with excitement.

"But you are on duty. Just kidding, don't worry about it."

I smiled and hung up. Richie was the sweetest among them all, only a few months younger than me, also the one who kept me company the longest.

He loved singing to me before a goodnight kiss, but quite a jealous clingy one, which was why I never told him that he was not my only boyfriend.

I opened my door, changed my working sign to "Available".

But my lips were captured by a quick kiss next second and he changed my sign to "Busy".

"Richie! What are you doing here?"

He closed the door, moved my toolkit trolley to the corner against my closet as usual, "My queen needs me here, so I'm here!"

As I wanted to speak, his hands were already holding my big boobs and my lips were sucked into his mouth.

I murmured, "My next appointment is in 30 minutes, you're gonna make me come fast, okay?"

"30 minutes, enough to make you come twice already, baby!" My uniform buttons have already been undone, and my nipples were being licked by his thirsty tongue as I was carried me up right away.

He then skillfully opened my closet while his other hand was holding my buttocks so I wouldn't fall. He grabbed one clean long towel and replaced the used one that was on my massage bed, opened it, couldn't wait to put me down as his lips were so eagerly looking for mine.

"Easy, you know the bed is only big enough to have one person on it," I reminded him as I was about to slip off of the massage bed, he was clearly missing me too much.

I ended up lying down on my massage table, right underneath him.

Next second I heard my silk stockings being torn apart, my legs were widely opened, a silky sensation along with his saliva ran through my legs all the way up to the bottom of my inner thighs.

I felt his burning tongue was licking my panties, once...twice...my clitoris was being sucked by his naughty tongue...I could feel my cavity craving for his tongue.

"Take it off, Richie! I need your tongue inside me!"

Soon I felt his whole face was inside my pussy, the feeling of my labia being eaten was way beyond just euphoric--it was heaven!

"Thud--thud--thud"

I felt my pussy just spit out a packet of nectar and I was drowning in this sensation of my honey being sucked with relish.

Then I felt my legs being split up and my cavity got opened up.

"Oh yes!" A large mouthful suck of my labia made me scream!

I hooked my legs around his neck and soon a cold flow laid on my butt--Gosh, he's licking my buttocks!

A warm stream came all the way from my small daisy through my vagina, I closed my eyes, indulging myself in this amazing massage his tongue was giving me.

"Ah--it feels so good! Don't stop!" I moaned.

"Baby...you're driving me crazy! I'm coming inside of you now!" he murmured.

Next thing I knew was a hot hard rod integrated into me. The fullness leaped all the way from my tailbone through my cerebral cortex.

"Ah--" I couldn't help but scream as his big stick hit my cervix.

Time was limited, our bodies were slapping together, really fast and really hard!

"Thump--thump--thump!"

I only heard his balls hitting hard against me.

"I'm coming! I'm coming now!" I screamed.

"Yes, baby! Come for me!"

Next second I felt his hot lollipop out of me and something dripping onto my tummy--his semen.

Richie grabbed one sanitary tissue from my toolkit trolley, wiped my liquids off around my pussy.

"I love you so much, see you tonight, babe," I saw his face beaded with sweat.

"10 pm, you owe me a proper orgasm." I panted, put my panties back on.

I watched until he disappeared from my sight. Got rid of the used towel on the bed, wiped off the sweat and hair we just left on the bed, and picked up my stockings Richie just tore apart, I looked at myself from the mirror, put back on some lipsticks. Luckily the Persia silk rug on the floor didn't require much of my energy to clean, nobody could notice Richie just visited me.

I had to make sure my next guest was happy with my massage room, which had to be spotless.

Finally it came to the evening.

I looked at the time.

It was almost 8 pm, I clocked off my duty, the Sail Away Party was going to start in 20 more minutes, I couldn't be late. I couldn't let anything mess up with my hunting plan today.

Sail Away Party was a tradition on board cruise ships, it always happened on the first day before we left shore and set sail. It was also my tradition to attend every time, couldn't miss the best chance to hunt, maybe I would be lucky to find some hot guy that suited my standards.

Hot rich guys of course, but not every hot rich guy got to be my prey, I had rules. Richie was tall, hot, sweet, talented, but it wasn't enough.

He wasn't HIM after all, and I just found it to give my whole heart to Richie.

I took the crew elevator on deck 8 and rushed to my cabin, my collected lovers were all working in guest area on deck 5 and below, which gave me time and more rooms to search for more new guys but none of them would know.

I took a quick shower and put on my new black dress, I stood in front of the mirror, amazed by how beautifully shaped my boobs were--totally worth the money I spent on that enhancement surgery.

5'7'' high, 110 lb, 23 years old, dark brown eyes, I was born straight hair like my Chinese mother, after mixing with my dad's light brown hair, mine was chestnut, long until waistline, I loved it so much.

But now I cut it to my chest length and got some caramel curls, thinking it'd make my thin sharp nose and soft angled black eyebrows look more coordinated, and carry out some warmth of my pink lips and white skin. People could easily tell from my smooth face and soft jawline that I was a mixed girl. And yes, Chinese mom, American dad.

I took out my journal, and the picture inside of it. I stroke his face one more time before I left, "Hope I can find someone like you this time, my love..."