I took the ship. Passenger ship. Having turned over a pile of papers, having listened to the reports of the senior assistant and the senior mechanic, my colleague and I, the captain of the case manager, were already pretty tired. It was time to drink a glass and finish this bother.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I responded as the current captain. A woman in her thirties entered the cabin. I was struck by her catchy appearance. Well, just some kind of Eastern, and maybe Caucasian beauty. High, busty, with impressive hips with a narrow, as they say, aspen waist. Thick, black as pitch, hair in luxurious curls fell on his shoulders. Chubby with plump lips. And all this is very subtly emphasized with taste selected cosmetics. And the eyes! Huge, dark eyes with long lashes fluttering above them.

She was dressed strictly in form, with all the stripes of a senior officer, brightly glittering with gold on the sleeves of her tunic. Only instead of a tie, the collar of a blindingly white blouse was tied with a black bow, further emphasizing the depth of her dark eyes.

Tamara Albertovna Stalevskaya, director of the restaurant, - she introduced herself and smoothly sat down in a curtsy, slightly holding the edge of the skirt with her fingers.

I stared at her, stunned, unable to say a word.

“I went in to introduce myself”, she did not pay attention to my confusion at all.

“Here are the documents on my management,” she stepped forward and put a folder on the table. I opened my mouth and continued stupidly staring at her.

- Thank you, Tamara Albertovna. You are free, my colleague came to my rescue. She again sat down smoothly in a curtsy, slowly turned and went out, with high heels.

- Well, how do you like our steel lady? - brought me to reality the voice of a colleague.

And what are these elements of French politic? - I finally took a breath.

- You mean curtsy? - grinned captain:

- So she came up with this for her subordinates. And she strictly adheres to, Why? Passengers are delighted, From this sale and in restaurants, and kiosks, and at all outlets at the highest level. You still feel all the erotica, which can create her waitress.

Here a digression is needed to clarify what the position of the director of a restaurant on a passenger vessel means. The crew here is large and divided, as it were, into three parts. The deck team is led by a senior mate. Mechanical service - senior mechanic. And all the staff: waitresses, stewardesses, shopkeepers at the kiosks, cooks and all the others are under the authority of the restaurant director. By the way, in terms of the number of people, this service is many times more than the first two combined. In addition, all the food supply, the provision of the vessel goes through the director of the restaurant. Of course, everything ultimately closes in on the captain, but with the director of the restaurant, any crew member is better off living together. In general, this position on the ship is an important one.

I took a folder from the table.

“You may not even look,” my colleague stopped me:

- The order of the steel lady iron. There is a figure to figure. Everything is ideal. The pedant is creepy.

“Why the steel lady?” - I threw the folder:

“Well, that lady is understandable.” Why steel? Because of the name of what? As her, Stalevskaya, it seems.

- Not just because of the last name. In time you will understand, - he waved his hand, pouring brandy into glasses.

“By the way, her eyelashes are real, however, like everything else,” he laughed, drank a glass in one gulp, and grunted in satisfaction, raised his finger:

- And you know, in all its service there is not a single man. She herself is recruiting people. And only women. Mostly girls. Well, you'll meet the crew again.

- Things! - I shook my head and also tipped the glass.

Ended troubles with the acceptance of cases, the port bustle with the boarding of passengers and placing them in cabins. I brought the ship out of port. At first glance, the team seemed well trained. Everything went well. After leaving the bridge, before going to dinner, I decided to go to my cabin to wash.

In the hallway stood an empty bucket and a mop with a wound rag. I pushed the door and stood in surprise. On my couch, with my legs tucked under me, I sat a perfectly lovely pink-cheeked creature in a T-shirt and short skirt and, with appetite, gobbling up an apple, watched cartoons on video.

- Um! - I coughed.

- Oh! - She jumped up and made a curtsy, or sitting down, or jumping up.

“I finished the cleaning,” she stared at me, often flashing her eyelashes.

- Miracle! What's your name? - closing the door behind me, I went through the entire cabin, turned off the Vidic and sat down on the sofa, stretching his legs tiredly.

“Polina,” she immediately sat down beside her.

“Actually, today it’s not my turn to clean the upper deck, but I was appointed,” she chirped and ...!

Somehow very quickly and deftly unbuckled the belt and the zipper on my pants. I choked with surprise. And her tiny pen already pulled out my dick. He was lethargic and sagging. And what could it be if even a minute ago I could not have imagined anything like that. Her thin fingers gently opened the head of my penis. I sat as if spellbound, unable to move. And she leaned over and gently touched him with her lips. My arms and legs were numb.

A wave of sweet bliss swept across the body. Taking a deep breath, I put my hand on the back of her head.

- Do not. “I don’t like being touched on my head,” she whimsically mocked. Surprisingly, she managed to talk without removing the penis from her mouth. At the same time her lips tickled the head so that everything swam before my eyes.

My member instantly began to grow and, straining, rapidly filled her entire mouth.

She wheezed, but did not back down, vigorously moved her head, resolutely thrusting herself over my throat. I was twitching from side to side. And she, without a second giving me a break, then deeply swallowed my dick, then eagerly licked the head.

I tensed my whole body in one unbearable desire to discharge. And I finished! The first elastic jet of sperm hit her right in the face, brushing her cheek with small beads gleaming in her hair. The next jet did not have time to fly. She tightly wrapped her head around her lips and drank hastily, swallowing greedily.

I slowly began to rebound. She straightened and, leaning back on the couch, wiped her face with the back of her hand.

“Go, wash,” I croaked, fastening my pants. Polina got up and went to the bathroom.

I was sitting on the couch, in no way capable of realizing what had happened.

“Well, I went,” after a while she jumped out of the bathroom, again she either sat down, or jumped into a curtsy, grabbed a bucket and a mop and ran out of the cabin.

I sat still for a long time. Then he got up, went to wash and, putting himself in order in front of the mirror, went to the mess room. It was necessary to still have lunch.

Each crew member has his own place in the cabin. At the table, senior commandership is the place of captain, senior assistant, senior mechanic and director of the restaurant.

When I entered the mess room, the senior officer with starmekh already had lunch. At our table the headmistress sat alone, intillegulously handling the knife and fork. And although I was manly full of what happened to me ten minutes ago, I still could not mentally fail to note the beauty of this woman. I greeted her, wished her a pleasant appetite, and sat down at my place. Immediately, a waitress flew up with a tray and placed the plates in front of me. I took a spoon and bread and began to eat soup.

- Are you satisfied with cleaning your cabin? - She stared at me with her huge black eyes. I choked on the soup, almost choking.

“If something is wrong, you tell me, I will punish the culprit,” she patted sympathetically on my back, helping me swallow the food.

- No, that you. I am quite pleased. No need to punish anyone, ”I mumbled. Something was not for me before lunch.

“That's wonderful,” she slyly glanced at me, wished me a pleasant appetite, rose from the table, crouched in a curtsy and left the mess-room, shamelessly wagging her hips and cradling her tall heels.