END

When Linda saw the black vibrator in Wallace's hand, her eyes got wide as she stared at it. Hammer could not tell if her expression was one of fear, excitement, or a combination of the two. As Wallace plugged the power cord into an outlet, Hammer tilted his head to one side. "I thought all of those things were battery-powered?"

"This one is 'heavy duty'," Wallace grinned as he walked over to squat down behind Linda. She looked at Hammer and nodded her head in agreement with Wallace's statement. After Wallace peered over her shoulder, he asked Hammer, "Do you see how wet she is?"

"Yesss," Hammer answered. The woman had a small patch of hair over her pussy, but the lips were shaved smooth. Or perhaps waxed. In any event, her inner labia was swollen and the entire area glistened.

"Why don't you come on over and take a closer look?" Wallace asked.

Hammer did, and as he squatted down, Linda - without being prompted - spread her legs wider. At Wallace's urging, Hammer reached out to stroke Linda's pussy. The moment his fingers made contact, her whole body tensed and Wallace laughed. "See how much she enjoys these sessions?"

Without replying, Hammer gently pushed her inner lips apart and slid a finger into her sopping wet vagina. Linda closed her eyes and tilted her head back, whimpering while her legs shook. Working his finger back and forth within her, Hammer soon had her moaning and sobbing until she let out a loud shriek. Her hips bucked and spasmed as she obtained sexual release. Wallace had one hand pressed flat between her shoulder blades, supporting her as she climaxed.

Once she had calmed down, Hammer slid his finger out of her and held it before his eyes, studying the gooey, girl-cream coating it. Panting heavily, Linda made eye-contact with Hammer and smiled at him in gratitude.

"Now that she has had an appetizer," Wallace announced while kissing the base of Linda's neck, "Let's move on to the main course."

When he flicked the switch, the vibrator came alive, whining noisily. The rubberised head attached to the main body via a flexible neck reverberated and pulsed. Linda's gaze was focused on the device in Wallace's hand. She licked her lips nervously, trying to mentally prepare herself for what she knew was coming.

"Oh, Heavens!" she screamed when the machine was pressed against her vulva. Supporting her with his left hand, Wallace worked the massager, moving it around, keeping contact with her sex. In just minutes she was convulsing helplessly as an orgasm wracked her body. Wallace guided her through her climax, offering her gentle, murmured words while providing her physical comfort.

When he lifted the device, Linda was gasping and panting, trying to regain her breath. But he did not give her a chance. Bringing the head back into contact with her snatch, she stomped her high-heels against the floor and tossed her head wildly from side-to-side.

Hammer had no idea how many times he witnessed the sequence. Vibrator. Climax. Rest. Repeat.

Finally Wallace decided that she had had enough, and he turned off the mechanical wand, coiled up the cord, and put it away. Cutting off the ropes was next, and as he helped her to her feet, he asked Hammer to give a hand. The trio went upstairs to Wallace's apartment, Hammer's arm around her, and she leaning heavily against him.

Wallace and Linda sat next to each other on his couch; Hammer in the recliner by the door. Everyone had a beer in his/her hand.

"The first thing to remember," Wallace said to Hammer, "Is a 'safe word'. Linda," he turned his head to the brunette sitting curled up next to him. She had repaired her makeup and looked none the worse for wear. In fact, she seemed to be radiating an inner glow. "What is our safe word?"

"Anchor," she answered, her eyes staring into Hammer's.

"If she would have said that word at any point . . . any point," Wallace explained, "We would have stopped. No argument. No trying to convince her to continue. END. Full stop."

Linda finished her beer, went into the kitchen to toss the drained can, but returned empty-handed. "I hate to be a party-pooper, guys, but I gotta be at work tomorrow."

Hammer rose and offered his hand, shaking Linda's in parting, and saying, "It was great meeting you, Linda."

"You, too, Jack!" she gushed. With a quick glance towards Wallace, she told Hammer, "I hope that Abe will bring you around again."

As she left, Hammer told Wallace, "I gotta be shoving off, too, Chief. I want to thank you for everything."

"Oh, anytime, Lieutenant," the Boatswain replied, getting to his feet and grabbing a pen and pad from an end table by the couch. "Here is my number. Give me a call anytime day or night," he tore off the slip of paper and passed it to the First Officer. "Like I told you, I just goof around and get drunk. So I'm totally free."