You choose to play their game

You look around to observe these lecherous men. They all have their eyes on you and wait in anticipation for you to make your pick. You know that you have no other choice but to choose one of them.

Unable to cope with the situation, you are about to raise your hand and point randomly at someone. However you suddenly notice Tom the cook who is standing outside the circle with his head lowered. He seems to be the only one who isn`t gleefully enjoying your misery.

(I can still remember this shy young boy. He didn`t even dare to look at me when he prepared my meal yesterday. Maybe I should pick him first. At least he might not be rough with me... It is so humiliating with all these man looking at me. I will get fucked anyway so I might at least try to negotiate for better terms.)

Thinking this far you finally make up your mind and stop your tears, "Alright, I will pick, but I don`t want to be fucked here. We will use a bed and I will only serve one man at a time."

The sailors are pleasantly surprised but also a little bit dumbfounded by your change of attitude.

A man mutters in a low voice, "I think there is only a bed in the captain`s quarters. We all have to sleep on the floor..."

You try to give an enticing smile, "Don`t you all want to spend some good time with me in private? I will try my best to give you a thrilling experience."

The crew is totally aroused by now and they agree readily even without getting their captains approval first. You slowly stand up and walk towards the captains quarters. You open the door and step in between the doorframe. There you turn around and watch the crowd and make sure that none of them enters the room.

Your right hand drops to the lap of the man standing next to you and starts to stroke his growing bulge through the cloth, "Only one of you will enter this room with me now..."