Samantha chats with Josh.

Samantha kept her knees tight together and leaned over, crossing her arms over her full breasts. She loved the sensation of streaking across the deck, but here in the security office, being naked felt a bit more like being in a doctor's office than a drunken thrill ride. It seemed a little less fun to be trapped in a small, strange room instead of running free on the deck of a luxury cruise liner.

Josh took a seat behind the desk. He turned on the computer and seemed to be following whatever was on the screen intently, but Samantha couldn't see what it was. It had to be more interesting than a curvy, naked young woman, because he didn't seem to be paying any attention to her at all. He had to have some kind of willpower, because most men stared at Samantha's body even while she had clothes on.

She found her gaze drifting to the wall of monitors on the other side of the desk. There were over a dozen there, all in black and white and showing different scenes. One of them was aimed at the deck. That had to have been how the three guards were able to corner me, Samantha thought to herself. The security cameras seemed to cover huge amounts of the ship, to the point that Samantha had to wonder how anyone had any sort of privacy at all when they were on board.

Maybe they don't, Samantha thought to herself. Well, that was an interesting idea.

"So..." she said, barely audible. She had crossed one leg over the other, and she was resting her chin on the back of her hand. If she hadn't been naked, she might have been the very image of grace and dignity.

Josh looked up, but didn't say anything.

"Looks like you've got a pretty great view of the ship," Samantha continued. "Ever... see anything you probably shouldn't have?"

The security guard smiled a little.