A Ghost Pirate Story (Complete with Porn Stars)

“And then once under the spell of the ghost pirate, all of the wives got out of bed and butchered their husbands and the crew and set sail to murder and plunder…” Kristy said.

“That’s bullshit,” Erica dismissed the story, “How would the wives of millionaires know how to sail the ship?”

“They were possessed by pirates,” Julie said, “The pirates would know.”

“Pirates from the what, sixteen hundreds running sail boats would know how to operate a steam ship? That would be like Captain Jack Sparrow stealing this yacht and knowing how the diesel engines work,” Erica rebutted.

“I wouldn’t mind Johnny inside me,” Julie giggled.

“Speaking of performing, think Sally is done having her booty pillaged?” Kristy asked.

“Maybe,” Julie shrugged, “Good thing she specializes in anal. Mister Nikos is very Greek.”

“At least we aren’t freezing in that studio,” Erica shrugged, “This might as well be prostitution, but getting fucked for money on this yacht is a lot nicer than that dungeon of a set back at the studio.”

The girls all agreed. With the internet, porn studios could operate out of just about anywhere these days, and still upload direct to their websites, and Mister Nikos was more than willing to let them use their highspeed satellite internet connection.

“Well speaking of work,” Kristy stretched, “Time for me to stream a little self-loving.”

“Have fun!” Julie giggled.

Kristy got up and put her empty bottle in the recycling bin as she made her way to her cabin. Erica and Julie stayed on the lounge deck watching her leave for a few moments before looking back out into the night’s sky.

“So which way is Cuba?” Julie asked.

“Well… there is Urasa Major, so that way is north towards Cuba,” Erica said looking up at the sky and pointing, “And that way to the south is Jamaca.”

“Do you really think there is treasure on the sea floor under us?” Julie asked.

“Sure,” Erica shrugged, “The history books say there were hundreds of years of battles all along this area between treasure ships and pirates and other raiders.”

“Think Mister Nikos will find any of it?” Julie asked.

“Yeah… being right over a wreck with it’s cargo still intact?” Erica finished off her White Claw, “Like rolling a hundred dice and hoping they all roll a 1 at same time.”

“Why so hard?” Julie asked.

“Well how many went down with their cargo in tact instead of looted? How many scattered their cargo when they broke up when they hit the bottom? How many have already been picked clean in the hundred years of diving to the sea floor?” Erica asked back.

“I see your point,” Julie said finishing her white claw, “Different question, Oliver and Hanson?”

“Fuck yeah, Hanson is the bitch,” Erica smirked.

“Anne and?” Julie asked.

“Will,” Erica said, “If Iron Panty Annie unlocks her Granny panties for anyone, it would be Will.”

“I would put my money on Captain Steve,” Julie giggled.

“Ok, no more drinks for you,” Erica said, “You are definitely wasted.”

Erica thought of the red-haired personal secretary of Mister Nikos, the only woman on the yacht not banging him. She made no secret of her distain for the four porn stars on loan from the porn studio her boss had invested in. Sure, the were here as Mister Nikos’ fuck friends, but they weren’t bad people. Julie agreed with Erica, Oliver and Hanson, the Engine room crew were gay lovers. But of the other three crew, Will the second mate and cook didn’t seem to be the one warm up her up. Between Captain Steve and John the first mate, Julie would have put her money on Captain Steve, the private captain out of Boston Mass and Orlando Bloom look alike. Of course, John had an early Two-Ks Chris O’Donnel look going.

While the Yacht was big enough for 30 guests, and about as many crew, each person had their own cabin because of the small numbers aboard. Kristy walked to the dining area in a pair of workout short shorts and a tank top. She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror next to the cabin door. Her Polish grand father would be so proud of how she looked, with her natural slim frame, brown hair and brown eyes, but he would be less pleased with the tattoo reading “porn star” around her belly button and her artificial double D cup tits. Well, while men were willing to pay to see her play with a dildo online, the tits got men to pay enough to cover her rent and insurance in one stream. Kristy went into the dining area and looked right at Anne glaring at her. The red-haired personal assistant to Mister Nikos was dressed in a light linen blouse and knee length skirt both in a light tan and she was standing right by the doorway with a binder in her arms.

“Excuse me,” Anne asked with distain dripping off each word.

Kristy got out of the way for the prudish woman before sauntering into the dining area.

“What got into her panties?” Kristy asked.

“Julie made it a threesome at a quarter to two and they woke up Miss Prissy,” Erica said as she stirred her morning coffee.

“Wasn’t just Miss Boone that they woke up,” John said as he looked up from a set of maps, “The Captain and myself were also woken by Mister Nikos and them.”

“So what is the plan for the day,” Erica asked.

“I have us here on this fairly shallow area,” John said pointing at a spot on the map, “Mister Nikos wants to dive on this wreck just to the east of us, but this will be a good place for trial dives if any of you ladies want to join him.”

“What about sharks?” Kristy asked.

“Mostly Nursing Sharks from what I saw on the underwater cameras,” John said.

“What do you think?” Erica asked.

“Hello ladies,” Mister Nikos said as he walked into the dining area.

The Greek American billionaire was wearing a terrycloth bathrobe and had Julie and Sally in matching silk bathrobes on either arm. Anne behind them.

“So Mister John, where are we?” Mister Nikos said walking towards the First Mate.

“Right here,” John pointed at the map again, “Right where you asked to be.”

“Are you sure of this? I don’t want any Cuban Troubles,” Mister Nikos asked.

“Absolutely, we are over three fourths of the way from Cuba to Jamaica and well within the Jamaica Patrolled waters,” John smiled, “In fact I have already done check ins with US and Jamaican air patrols.”

“Good, Good,” Mister Nickos smiled, “I like Americans, I like Jamaicans, such friendly people.”

“Not a fan of Cubans?” Hanson engineer asked.

“I don’t mind Cuban people,” Mister Nikos said, “But Communists, I am a bit concerned when they talk about shooting the rich people. Why do you think I stayed out of China and San Francisco?”

“I completely agree,” Steve the Captain said, “Mister John, excellent job, we are exactly where we need to be.”

Now Kristy was pissed. Oliver, the mechanic was helping her put on the scuba tanks while Mister Nikos and Will helped Anne into hers. When Mister Nikos offered to take the girls down, Kristy had asked to go, only for Anne to say she would accompany Mister Nikos. Kristy had put on her sluttiest, skimpiest swimsuit and now she was being ignored. Mister Nikos had tolled Oliver to be a proper gentleman and help Kristy into the gear, the problem was he was being a Proper gentleman in helping her and checking her gear, not checking her.

“Ready ladies?” Mister Nikos said, “Slip into the water and wet your googles before putting them on.”

Oliver went and lowered the ramp with the hand rails into the water for them.