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From morning until night, Lou went about his day while considering various ways he could gather Debbie’s attention. That’s if TC was telling the truth. Since the beginning, he had taken on a laissez-faire approach towards cultivating a relationship beyond their employee/manager association. But now she wanted him.

Why?

He looked down, owning his prosthetic, swinging left and right without ceremony. Might be speculation, but he was confident his cock piqued Debbie’s curiosity. Thus, revitalised interest in him.

He and Alex took the round glass elevator from the titivated promenade to the grand upper deck. The twosome turned rigid at the gathering before them. Throughout the expanse of ship’s level, nude men and women placed their belongings in sealed containers before they socialised and drank at the piscina-styled side bar. Played various games from sports competitions to scavenger hunts. Or just lounged, danced, or, with all things considered, had fun on the extravagantly decorated, highly illuminated, and organically and aesthetically structured vessel. Their merriment broadcasted on the video wall and wide screens surrounding the entire ship deck.

“Holy shit,” spoke Alex, looking about at the looping water slides; large, kindling jacuzzis, and glorious outside theatres, “ready to have the best night of your life bro?!”

Lou pivoted his attention on Debbie, who lounged in an open-door casita beside a very excited TC. And, to Lou’s repose, he was all average.

“Yeah.”

And so he did.

For the first time in Lou’s existence, he flirted and partied with women unlike ever before. Tossing all anxiety and fear into the wind. His minuscule cock hardened in his prosthetic, fastening his pleasure with every kiss, every dance, and every flirtish pass. All remarked by Debbie. Prevailing upon her to approach him. Or at least leave TC’s side. After an hour, he proved successful, smirking each moment as he caught her fugacious glances towards him and his super-sized facsimile dick.

In time, she distanced herself from his victim-turned-rival by the inch, soon sitting alone at the poolside, sipping on a small cocktail.

That was when Lou approached.

“Looking good, Debbie,” he mocked.

The young woman jolted, initially covering her body with her hands, before hiding her breasts and privates with an adjacent large towel. The drink fell into the pool, making Lou chuckle. Rum and maple syrup dispersed out of the stemmed martini glass, along with a floating lime wafting through the water. Debbie rolled her eyes, focusing her concern on the mess.

“Too little, too late, Debbie. I’ve already seen what you have to offer,” he winked, bringing about her flushed cheeks, “I bet TC enjoyed too. Maybe a bit more than the rest of us--”

“Shut up Lou. Do you always need to be obnoxious?”

“Well, seems like the only way I get your attention.”

The young woman shook her head.

“Far from the truth. Now if you could leave me be.”

Lou grabbed Debbie’s towel, prompting her to tug back in resistance.

“Stop it, Lou!” she cried aloud, her signal of distress falling on deaf ears to both the jock and the surrounding public.

Lou laughed.

“Always playing hard to get. You invite me here through your boyfriend and don’t even say shit.”

Tension pulled at Debbie’s lips.

“I thought it would be appropriate for you to be invited! Nothing more!”

“Ever the diplomat, Debbie. So supportive. Need I remind you this isn’t the office.”

Lou let go of the towel, forcing Debbie to fall off the lounge chair and onto the smooth floor. He smirked, taking in her parted vertical folds, conspicuously lubricious and swollen. She traced his gaze, covering herself as before. Lou laughed.

“Ah, so you do have a hard-on for me. So, something more?”

The young woman **** a spiteful laugh, her entire body tightening while she stood.

“Asshole. You asshole. Go on and flirt with your girlfriends. I’ll head back to Tristian.”

Lou hurried over, taking Debbie’s arms. She tried to push him off, but he clinched her waist with his free palm.

“Debbie, don’t be that way. I’m only joking.”

“Lou Smallwood. Ever since I knew you, you’re always joking. What makes this any different?”

Lou’s expression pinched.

“Nothing.”

“If nothing, you and your gigantic cock can bother someone else.”

He laughed.

“Interested in my package?”

Debbie pulled back her lips before struggling against Lou’s powerful grip.

“Let me go before I scream. As if I would care about you in that way.”

Lou’s entirety slackened, allowing her escape. She collected her fallen towel, holding the cloth to her chest before wrapping it around her body. All while giving Lou a deathly glare.

“Leave me alone for the rest of the night!”

“Debbie! Wait. Please. I’m sorry.”

She did not pause while offering Lou a middle finger during her stiff gait away from him. He chased after her, which only hastened her march.

“If you touch me--”

“I won’t, Debbie. Sorry. I didn’t mean to go that far.”

She gave another strained laugh, looking at the dejected man with an acridness capable of corroding metal.

“You never mean to go far. And yet you do. What makes this any different from your behaviour in the office? Or during this trip? Hell Lou, since high school. What makes this any different? If it’s nothing, then we’re done. See you on Monday.”

Lou struggled for words. Heaviness sinking into his body. What truly made this any different? Why did he act this way? He knew it annoyed her. Frustrated her. Pissed her the fuck off. But he still continued? As he affirmed her look of disdain, he rubbed his hand through his moisture-laden blond hair. She turned, groaning aloud with frustration at his scarcity of a rejoinder. An answer. One which Lou blurted the minute she took a second step.

“Debbie, I like you.”

She paused, returning his gaze with an open stare. Nothing betraying her internal sentiments.

“Are you really going to have me repeat it?” he spoke after what seemed like an eternity.

Unable to maintain eye contact with his crush. Though, as he remained looking to the side, he could sense her approach.

“Like? Or like like?” she questioned, her voice firm.

Momentary silence passed without another answer. And then she cupped Lou’s face. He glanced up, noting his signature smirk along her lips.

“Fuck you, Debbie,” he responded; a harsh, nervous chuckle.

“So how long you wished to do that?”

Lou jumped, now making the young woman laugh at his discomfort.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” she questioned.

Lou’s features softened, a small smile developing.

“Okay. Okay. You win.”

“I already gathered that, Lou, but you still did not answer my question. How long you wanted to fuck me with that big dick of yours?”

His heart pounded against his chest; his erection harder than it had ever been. He was sure the prosthetic would pop off from the pressure he felt at his groin.

“Since we were teens...I always thought you were hot.”

Surprisingly for Lou, Debbie did not make a wise crack. Or retort with an insult. She cupped his cheek before massaging his lips. Lou held onto his prosthetic, feeling it slip against the pre-cum leaking from his micro member.

“Am I making you excited?”

Lou grunted.

If only she knew.

“I always expected you were an ass. But I guess you can be nice here and there,” she continued.

Lou nodded. An obedient puppy.

“But I’m your boss...”

Lou agreed once more. A saddened one. She cupped his cheeks with both hands, her towel falling onto the ground. His breath hitched at his chest.

“But we can work something out. Only if you promise me to act better, Lou. Keep that huge ego of yours in the pants...unless requested.”

He laughed, nodding once more before Debbie kissed him.

A quick peck on the lips. Modest. Warm. An innocent tingle.

“My man!” exclaimed Alex.

Lou and Debbie immediately separated, standing apart from one another while Alex and Tristian approached them. Tristian, whose expression appeared gaunter than expected, gave a simple wave to Debbie, who returned in kind.

“So, when is the wedding, Debbie? About time my bro shot his shot. Because let me tell you, he’s been doing it every night since high school.”

Lou took the fallen towel, throwing it in Alex’s face.

“Shut the fuck up, man!” he exclaimed, flushing even more at Debbie’s giggles.

“We’re about to start the games,” began Tristian, staring at Lou, “I know you like volleyball, Debbie. You want to play?”

“Of course. You’re interested Lou?”

Lou shrugged.

“Sure, where’s the net?”

Tristian pointed over towards the large pool where three of his employees set up the necessary equipment. Lou bit his lips. It was pool volleyball.

“What’s wrong?” Tristian questioned, his voice mockingly appealing, “Scared of water?”

Alex and Debbie laughed, embarrassing the jock.

“Bro, you haven’t got the least bit wet since we came on board.”

“Leave your best friend alone, Alex. We can play. Lou can watch.”

Debbie walked over to Tristian, who placed his hands around her waist. Alex glanced at his buddy as if to say, don’t you see what he’s doing? Let’s play. But Lou knew it was not so easy. Debbie was in his grasps, obviously in part of his “size.” He could not risk exposing the lack of it. Damn...could he afford to sit out and just let Tristian win?