Sam gets caught!

These guys were used to dealing with uncoordinated drunks. They didn't know how to handle a wily and athletic young woman like Samantha. She, on the other hand, was very used to escaping the clutches of grabby guys, though it was usually at the club with Charlotte and not on board a luxury cruise liner. The principle was the same, though, and she was a woman who knew how to adapt to new and difficult situations, even while she was naked.

The three security guards seemed to be closing in. They were tightening their noose, but that only made it easier for Samantha to escape them. She feinted left, causing the guard behind her to lunge at where he thought she was going, but it seemed that his buddies in front of her knew better. When she ran to the right, she could already see them moving in-- and by then, it was too late to escape them. They were far larger than her, and their reach was too long. One of them grabbed her by the arm, his hand like iron clamping down on her skin.

"Ooooow!" Samantha groaned. "Hey, lay oooooff! You're hurting me!"

"You'll be fine, ma'am," the security guard grunted. She noticed that he was being very careful not to brush his hand up against her more 'intimate' parts, which she simultaneously appreciated and found irritating.

He was already beginning to drag her away, with his partner grabbing her other arm once he had composed himself. The third followed behind, maybe in case she was planning on making a run for it. She didn't know what she was going to do.

"Where are you taking meeeeeee?" she whined. "Let me go!"

"You'll be free to go soon, ma'am, we just need to make sure that you and the other guests are safe before you go on your way." The guard was condescending to her now. Great.

The three of them walked in tandem step down into the belly of the ship, and Samantha was pissed that they were treating her like this.