Claire Dicks, from deep sea angler to bimbo trophy

Two months ago, she was Claire Dicks, one of the best anglers in deep sea fishing. Now she was a sideshow. Gussied up with foundation, fuck me lipstick, hoop earrings and plenty of product in her long gorgeous hair, she reclined in her seat with her absolutely ginormous tits on display and her famous trusty rod rammed past her bush and deep into her cunt.

"How's the fish?" her master asked.

"Mmm... wet and slippery, I think I'll need a big strong man like you to reel it in for me."

"Nah, you look like you've got it covered."

Not long ago, her master, one Carl Jones, always fell a step behind. Second in the Key Largo Sailfish Challenge, second in the Florida Keys Offshore Mahi Fishing Challenge, second anywhere and everywhere they competed. She had the gear, the boat, the know-how and secret spots to pull a win out of the water every time.

Now Carl had them, and left her with a couple whoppers on her chest and not even the clothes on her back. He owned her ass. Literally. It said so in the contract he had her sign to become his new boat's live-in fishing assistant. Unpaid, of course, cause he definitely wasn't gonna get much work out of a bimbo who spent all her time playing with herself.

"Thanks soooo much for letting me stay here, sir! I know I can learn a lot from you if I keep trying."

"Now now, Miss Dicks, don't make promises you can't keep. You're not the sharpest hook in the tackle."

She giggled, and yanked her pole closer. The feel of its base jamming against her quim made the naked slut shudder in delight. "I'll totally bag the biggest catch you've ever seen, just you watch!"

Carl chuckled. She didn't even have anything on the other end of the line, the dumb broad. As another boat floated up next to them, he offered up a courteous wave to two flabbergasted pros.

"Is that... ?" one asked.

"Yep, it's Claire Dicks alright. Not the woman you thought she was, is she?"

"I thought-"

"She was legit? Nah, she's been cheating for years. I caught her in the act, now I'm teachin her how to fish for real. Had to make some changes to fit her... style."

Despite the ****-induced mind-bending he put her through, Carl had to begrudgingly admit she still had at least one quality of a true angler. She reeked of fish.