Page 45 of Sailor's Delight

Trey stared at her for another moment or two, then took several limping steps forward and placed the velvet bag in her upturned palm.

Jenn nodded, then turned and walked back toward the shadows and Casey.

“All right, here’s the bracelet. We fucking good after this?”

Casey stood there, the bag balanced on one hand, staring at it dumbly. He glanced up at Jenn's face. “Are you serious? You’re just going to give it to me?”

Jenn nodded. “Yep. And I don’t want to see any more of you after this, got it?”

Casey resumed staring at the bracelet, his face inscrutable. Finally, he spoke. “This went a lot different than I thought it was going to.”

Jenn laughed. “Aren’t we all glad? If it had gone the way you thought it was going to, someone would have ended up behind bars.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Jenn turned at the sound of Trey’s angry voice. He’d walked up behind her without either of them noticing. He stepped awkwardly around Jenn and swung on Casey, muttering, “Motherfucker!”

“Trey, stop!” Jenn called out.

Casey caught Trey’ wild swing in the ribs. He grunted in pain, but scrambled back, to his credit.

Trey wound up again, his eyes fixed, blazing, on Casey’s face.

Jenn screamed, as loud as she could, as if in pain.

The moment both men’s eyes turned on her, concern and surprise written on both of their faces, Jenn ripped her shirt upwards and freed her breasts from her bikini top. Both Trey and Casey’s eyes went wide, and Jenn achieved her desired effect; they both stopped moving, staring at her breasts as she waggled them slightly from side to side. She’d learned a long time ago that there were few things as mesmerizing to a heterosexual man as a pair of tits in motion.

“Stop, both of you! Trey, this was all a misunderstanding and admittedly bad judgment on Casey’s part, it’s true, but I’m fine, nothing happened, no one’s been hurt, just a little bit unnerved. Let’s all just stop while we’re ahead, okay?” She gave her tits an extra pleading little shake. She couldn’t help feeling more than a little gratified and boosted when both men whispered, “Fuck!” to themselves.

“Now, I’m going to put these away…” She cupped her breasts, squeezing them in her hands, and was rewarded by a quiet moan from Trey, and an undeniable burst of motion from the front of Casey’s shorts. “...And we’re going to talk these things out like adults!”

As Jenn lowered her shirt and fought with her bikini top, struggling to get her boobs back into it, she made fixed eye contact with Trey, who blinked, let his eyes wander back up to her face, and adjusted the front of his pants. “Jesus, Jenn,” he whispered, his eyes glancing at Casey in what Jenn thought might be jealousy. A small pinprick of warmth ignited behind her navel.

“Let’s just chock it up to inexperience and desperation, and laugh about it later, okay? For now, let’s just get back to the ship before we miss the departure.” Finally back in her top,she alternated her gaze between the two men in front of her. “Agreed?”

Casey just nodded, both hands holding the black velvet bag in front of his crotch. Jenn raised both an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth and enjoyed the squirming dance as Casey shifted from foot to foot, trying and failing to hide his new erection.

Now who’s in control?Jenn smiled. She wished, not for the first time, that the board room were as easy to control as a man aroused.

She spoke to Casey. “What was your plan to get out of here? A car? A moped? A bicycle?”

Casey stuttered, still clearly distracted by the memory of Jenn’s breasts in his mind's eye. “I… I wasn’t gonna go back to the ship. I was just gonna hitchhike back to the border.”

Jenn stared at him. “Unbelievable. You’re lucky your plan went to shit, you know that?”

Casey grinned sheepishly. “Probably.”

“I don’t want to see any more of you once we reach the ship,” Jenn repeated quietly. Casey nodded.

“I have a cab waiting,” Trey offered quietly.

Jenn turned to look at him. Trey was staring, arms crossed, fixedly at the door of the warehouse.

He’s angry with me. Are you serious?

“You have no right to be upset with me right now. We’ll talk about this later, but where is this cab?”

Trey pointed with his chin out the door he’d come in. “She should be waiting somewhere close outside.”