"Thank you so much, sir." Charlotte said, standing in the doorway as the port agent left their hotel room.

Becky sat, upset, on the bed, while Charlotte closed the door and returned to the room.

"So should we go shopping for clothes to wear tomorrow or something?"

"What are we going to eat? How much money do you have?"

"Like $50."

Becky sighed.

"I have $30, that's not enough to eat lunch and dinner tonight, breakfast, lunch, and dinner tomorrow, and buy new outfits."

Charlotte frowned.

"Did you bring your debit card?"

"No, you told me to keep it in the safe on the ship." Becky glared.

"Oh..."

"Where's yours?"

"In the safe on the ship." She mumbled, sitting down on the bed.

"I hate you."

"I know." Charlotte sighed.

"If you weren't so fucking selfish we would be on the ship right now."

"If you weren't flirting with Sasha so much, we'd be on the ship right now."

"What is wrong with you?"

"You're mine, Becky!"

"So you want me all to yourself and you don't want to share me, huh?" Becky asked, standing up.

"Y-yes, but-"

"Just like Sasha and I don't want to share you?"

"That's different, Becky."

"What's different about it?"

"You two didn't even have any interest in each other, you hated each other! You're literally doing this just to spite me!"

"I'm trying to embrace the whole relationship thing because that's what you wanted!" Becky exclaimed.

Charlotte began to cry, covering her face.

Becky sighed, turning away, knowing she couldn't watch Charlotte cry, because that's all it took to make her forgive her. Once she heard Charlotte begin sniffling, she couldn't help herself anymore.

"Charlotte..." Becky began, turning around.

"I literally... ruin... everything." Charlotte managed to say, through her tears.

Becky took a deep sigh, looking up to the ceiling as if she was begging for some form of divine intervention to make Charlotte stop crying.

"Charlotte, I just... I don't understand what you want."

Becky sat back down, next to Charlotte on the bed.

"...I... I can't share, Bex... I know that I'm asking you two to share me... and I know this makes me a selfish hypocrite, but I just can't stand the idea of you or Sasha being with anyone else... even each other."

"But you want a threesome."

"I want to be the focal point of it." Charlotte said, as she started wiping her tears.

"We agreed to share you and that's still not enough for you? You just have to keep making this harder and more ridiculous?"

"I'm just being honest about how I feel."

Becky sighed, hugging Charlotte.

"You are selfish. And yes, you are a hypocrite. You're spoiled. You're very emotionally immature. You're very difficult to make happy. And yet... I still love you... I guess that says more about me than you, huh?"

"You can't choose who you love." Charlotte shrugged, with a slight smirk, continuing to wipe her own tears away.

"Believe me, I learned that the hard way."

They both chuckled a bit.

"I love you too, Bex."

"What are we going to do in Jamaica for 2 days with $80, Charlotte?"

"Well... the hotel has complimentary continental breakfast every morning... we can find really cheap dinner tonight and cheap lunch and dinner tomorrow... and we can't really afford to do anything... so maybe... we could find a sex shop, buy a strap-on, and fuck the time away?"

Becky simply sighed, all she could do was smile and shake her head.

"What?"

"You're a ridiculous person." Becky laughed.

Sasha sat alone, bored, in the cabin.

She went from being annoyed that her vacation with Charlotte was constantly being ruined by Becky's presence, to being in the middle of the ocean, with Ric Flair and a bunch of strangers. She sighed.

"I'm on a goddamn cruise, I might as well enjoy it." Sasha said aloud, to no one.

She looked at herself in the mirror, before heading out into the hallway. She wasn't sure exactly where she was going to go, or what she was going to do, but there were around 3,000 people on the ship. Surely she could make a new friend or find something to occupy her time for a day or two.

Uncharacteristically, Sasha nervously smiled at a few strangers as she made her way to the elevators. Very aware of her reputation for seeming unapproachable, or intimidating, Sasha tried to offset that, hoping someone would speak to her first if she appeared friendlier.

Once she got into the elevator that was going down, there were two young women already in there, that rode down from deck 15, the only deck that was above Sasha's now lonely cabin.

"Hey!" the taller brunette one smiled. The shorter blonde one simply waved, smiling as well.

"Hey, where are you guys headed?"

"You know the dance club on the Lido deck?"

"Yeah."

"Well supposedly there's an LGBTQ meet-up party there from 4 to 6, we figured we'd go check it out."

"Deck 9." the automated voice said, as the elevator stopped.

"Oh, you guys are a couple?" Sasha asked, walking out of the elevator with them.

"Absolutely not!" the shorter one said, her first words since meeting Sasha. The taller one laughed, rolling her eyes.

"She's my best friend. I'm gay, she's straight." she clarified.

"Not that I'm judging... but why is she going, then?" Sasha asked, chuckling a bit.

"I'm hot, so lesbians and bi guys might buy me drinks, and I like free drinks." the shorter one shrugged.

Sasha looked the shorter blonde one up and down, and nodded in agreement.

"Can't argue with that logic."

"Please don't encourage her." the taller one said, causing Sasha to laugh.

"You're going too?" the shorter one asked, as the arrived at the door of the dance club.

"Yeah, my girlfriend and her girlfriend got left at port, so I might as well do something fun."

"Wow, 2 girlfriends? I can't even find one."

Sasha chuckled a bit.

"It's a long story. I'm Sasha by the way." she said, holding her hand out to the taller one.

"I'm Sonya." she said.

"I'm Mandy." the shorter one said, shaking her hand as well.

All three of them walked into the dance club, as Sasha noticed an even shorter blonde woman, with pink highlights in her hair. She was dancing by herself, and seemed pretty carefree.

Sasha wasn't sure exactly why she was doing it, but she began walking over to her.

Once Sasha reached the woman and began dancing next to her, the woman smiled, as she continued.

A few songs later, they were dancing together, both laughing a bit as they jokingly tried to one-up each other on the dance floor.

Before she even realized it, they'd been dancing for 10 songs, and Sasha was definitely starting to feel it, as a soreness started to overcome her legs. She walked over to take a seat at a nearby table. When she turned around and sat down, she saw that the woman had followed her to the table, as was sitting down too, across from her.

"You got some moves." the diminutive blonde said, with a chuckle.

Sasha smiled, holding her hand out.

"I'm Sasha."

The woman shook her hand.

"I'm Alexa."

"You're not too bad yourself, in my personal experience most white girls can't dance." Sasha shrugged.

Alexa laughed.

"I can't dance, but people think I'm cute so I get away with it." she shrugged.

Sasha didn't respond, she simply chuckled, restraining herself from verbally agreeing to Alexa's attractiveness.

"Who are you here with?"

"Uh, no one. I mean, I heard about this from these two girls I just met in the elevator and followed them here, so..." she shrugged.

"I meant who are you cruising with?" Alexa said, with a bit of a smile.

"Oh! Um... my uh... my... girlfriend."

Sasha wasn't sure why she hesitated to admit that.

"Oh, nice. Where is she?"

"She got left in Jamaica."

"Oh! Wow... that sucks, we don't dock until Grand Cayman on Tuesday."

"Yeah, I've kinda just been sitting around bored today."

"So let me get this straight... your girlfriend is stuck in Jamaica tonight and tomorrow, and you have an empty cabin all to yourself?" Alexa smiled, a bit deviously.

"Um." Sasha nervously chuckled.

"That's what is sounds like to me." she shrugged.

"I mean... yeah. That's accurate."

"You're on vacation, you should have fun!"

"Exactly, that's why I came here." Sasha shrugged, with a smile.

"What's your room number?"

"Huh?"

"Your room number?"

Sasha simply nervously chuckled again.

"Who are you cruising with?" she asked, changing the subject.

"My boyfriend."

"Okay, now I'm super confused."

Alexa chuckled a little bit.

"I want to come to your cabin tonight. I'll tell my boyfriend I fell asleep tanning by one of the pools or something, and your girlfriend will never know."

"Wow." Sasha said, taken aback by Alexa's open willingness to cheat on her boyfriend.

"What's your room number?"

"I'm flattered but..."

"Sasha, you obviously came to dance with me for a reason."

Sasha sighed.

"I... you just caught my attention, because-"

"Because you're attracted to me." Alexa smiled, finishing her sentence.

"Yes, Alexa, you're very... let's just say, if I was single, this would be a completely different conversation. But I couldn't do that to my girlfriend, I'm sorry."

"You think she isn't cheating on you in Jamaica?"

Sasha sighed again.

"Well, I know she's not cheating, she got left at the port with her other girlfriend."

Alexa lowered her eyebrows.

"Now it's my turn to be confused."

Sasha sighed a third time. Explaining Becky was becoming a burden at this point.

"Okay, so, long story short, my girlfriend cheated on me with one of our old friends from high school and now she's just dating both of us."

"Did you cheat back?"

"No, that doesn't solve anything."

"She probably stayed at port on purpose just so she can be with the other girl." Alexa shrugged.

"You're persistent."

"Cause I always get what I want, what's your room number?"

Sasha raised her eyebrows, at Alexa's familiar 'I always get what I want' comment.

"Why do I always attract you assertive blondes?"

"See, I knew I was your type." Alexa smiled.

"Wow!" Sasha laughed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"So, you gonna give me that room number, or?"

Sasha simply sighed, as she smiled.

"I-"

"You're thinking about it." Alexa pointed out.

"I am thinking about it." Sasha admitted.

"That means you want this. She'll never find out, she's stuck in Jamaica! Plus, what can she really say even if she did magically find out? She cheated on you first!"

"That's all very true." Sasha said, still thinking.

"Even if we don't do anything, we could still hangout, maybe be friends. What's your room number?" Alexa asked, grabbing Sasha's hand.

"I want your nose touching me, Bex." Charlotte demanded.

She was standing up, wearing nothing but the strap-on. Becky was in her bra and panties, on her knees in front of her. Charlotte put her hand on the back of Becky's head, as Becky returned her mouth to the dildo, starting to gag as she failed to fulfill Charlotte's request.

"Your forehead is going to touch my stomach." Charlotte said, very matter-of-factly, allowing Becky to pull away from her.

Becky began gasping for air.

"I can't, it's not physically possible babe." she said, between gasps, looking up at Charlotte.

"Come here."

Charlotte grabbed Becky's head with both hands. Becky opened her mouth and Charlotte forced the toy back down her throat, causing her to gag.

"Look, you're so close, Bex." Charlotte said, as if she was in a trance, loving both the sight of Becky gagging on the toy, and the pressure against her own clit. Becky was only 3 inches away from having the entire 9 inch toy in her mouth.

Charlotte began forcefully pulling and pushing Becky's head back and forth on the dildo, causing her to start gagging even more and begin to try to push away in order to free herself.

"Don't fight me, Bex. Hands behind your back."

Becky started to dry-heave, and tears rolled down her face as Charlotte continued to fuck her throat as deep as Becky tongue would allow her.

"You're not listening. Put your hands behind your back and I'll stop fucking your face."

Becky desperately struggled to get her hands behind her back, but her survival instincts to push away were too strong, and she couldn't, as her gagging became louder.

"I'm not stopping until you put your hands behind your back." Charlotte said, coldly.

Somehow, Becky weakly managed to get her hands behind her back. Charlotte immediately allowed her to pull away.

Becky began coughing and dry-heaving even more as she desperately gasped for air.

"You're gonna take the whole thing." Charlotte said, as Becky desperately tried to clear her throat in order to speak.

"It's too big." Becky managed to say. Her voice was very raspy.

"Come here." Charlotte said, grabbing Becky's head once more. Becky immediately opened her mouth, allowing Charlotte to slowly push the dildo back into her mouth.

Charlotte didn't force it in past the halfway point this time.

"Now, Bex." she began.

Becky immediately looked up at Charlotte, causing Charlotte to take a deep sigh. The sight of Becky's eyes looking up at her from down there made her just want to fuck Becky's face harder than ever, but she didn't want to hurt her throat too bad.

"I'm gonna go slow. Relax your throat and just let it happen. It's going to feel like you're going to throw up, but trust me, you're not. Just once all the way down and then we can fuck, okay?"

Becky nodded, still staring up at Charlotte, her mouth filled with the toy.

Charlotte slowly pushed Becky's head down on the toy, inch by inch. Becky gagged, as she reached the 7 inch mark.

"Let it happen. Relax, Bex." Charlotte said, calmly. Becky violently began trying to push herself free, as Charlotte forcefully held her at the 8 inch mark.

"Stop fighting me, Bex. Almost."

Charlotte managed to force Becky's head deeper, causing Becky's face to make contact with her pelvic area, as she took the entire toy in her mouth.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Becky stay." Charlotte said, holding her head still as Becky tried to push away, uncomfortable with the dildo being so far down her throat.

"Stay still." Charlotte demanded, in a mean voice, snatching a handful of Becky's hair.

The stinging pain of Charlotte snatching her hair like that was enough to subdue her into trying to relax, despite the fact that she couldn't breathe and felt like she could vomit at any second.

"You're a slut, Bex. There's no way you should be able to fit this much dick in your mouth, there's something you're not telling me." Charlotte chuckled, still holding her there.

Becky began urgently tapping on Charlotte's thigh and Charlotte immediately let her go. Becky stood up and ran to the bathroom, where she began coughing and dry heaving once again.

Charlotte stood there, stroking the toy, lubricating it with all the spit Becky and leaked out onto it.

"You okay in there, Bex?"

She heard Becky cough some more and spit.

"Becky?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." she said, her voice a little less raspy.

Becky walked out of the bathroom.

"Did you throw up?"

"No."

"I told you." Charlotte smirked, pushing Becky down onto the bed, and immediately mounting her, beginning to kiss her.

As their tongues collided, Becky felt the wet toy pressing against her leg, and took a sigh of pleasure into the kiss.

Charlotte moved her kisses to Becky's neck.

"Babe." Becky quietly moaned, rubbing Charlotte's back, as she started to leave hickeys on her neck.

"Who's are you?" Charlotte whispered in her ear, sending chills with her spine.

"Yours."

"You're mine?"

"Yes."

"You sure?" Charlotte asked, grabbing Becky's throat.

"Yes." Becky said, shakily.

Charlotte began to squeeze Becky's throat.

"And don't forget it."

"I won't." Becky struggled to say.

Charlotte removed Becky's bra, and began teasing her nipples with her tongue.

"I'm yours." Becky moaned, without being prompted to, as Charlotte began sucking on one of them.

Charlotte switched to the other one, as her hand traveled down to the outside of Becky's underwear.

"Please fuck me, Charlotte." Becky said, unable to contain herself anymore.

"I thought you'd never ask." Charlotte smiled, as she removed Becky's panties.

Becky spread her legs, as Charlotte stood up at the foot of the bed and pulled her to the edge.

"Keep dominating me, babe." Becky said, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

Charlotte began to tease Becky with the dildo, slowly rubbing it back and forth from her clit to her entrance.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me, please!" Becky whined, impatiently, as Charlotte continued to tease her.

Charlotte chuckled a bit, shaking her head no.

"You're gonna make me cum before you even put it in."

"Maybe." Charlotte shrugged, moving the toy even more slowly and methodically.

Becky took a deep sigh, raising her hips up off of the bed.

Charlotte slowly started to penetrate Becky.

"I'm gonna punish you." Charlotte said.

"I deserve it." Becky moaned as Charlotte went deeper.

Charlotte lifted Becky off of the bed.

"Oh my god!" Becky moaned, wrapping her arms around Charlotte's neck, as Charlotte began fucking her, as she held her in mid-air.

"I'm gonna punish you." Charlotte repeated.

"Punish me, then." Becky moaned back.

Charlotte, with the toy still inside of Becky, leaped onto the bed, slamming Becky down on it.

"FUCK! YES!" Becky screamed, as Charlotte began powerfully drilling the dildo into Becky. The depth and intensity of her strokes were very purposeful, as Becky continued to scream.

"You're mine!" Charlotte yelled, putting both of her hands around Becky's throat. She was fucking Becky so hard that it was causing her to inadvertently press Becky's neck and head down into the mattress with every stroke.

Becky wanted to scream her declaration of being owned by Charlotte, but couldn't, due to Charlotte's hands around her neck. Instead she intensely struggled to breath, and began loudly snoring, desperately trying to inhale and exhale.

Charlotte began groaning, almost growling. It was a combination of her taking her anger/stress out on Becky and her feeling the pressure on her side of the toy, slamming into her clit.

She noticed Becky's face turning purple and decided to let her neck go.

As Becky began gasping for air, Charlotte pulled out.

"I was so close... why'd you stop..." Becky managed to ask, between breaths.

"So I can flip you over. Put that ass up." Charlotte demanded, struggling to breathe herself.

Becky slowly rolled over, propping herself up on her knees and forearms. She immediately felt her hair being yanked.

"Fuck." Becky shakily moaned, feeling Charlotte begin to penetrate her.

Charlotte picked right up where she left, roughly fucking Becky. Charlotte enjoyed it a lot more this time, because she could actually see the toy going into her.

"CHARLOTTE!" Becky moaned, whining a putting her hand on Charlotte's thigh to stop Charlotte from going so deep.

In response, Charlotte grabbed both of Becky's wrists and pinned them to her lower back, overlapping them as if she was arresting her.

"Oh my god!" Becky gasped.

"Take it." Charlotte said, before continuing to roughly fuck Becky, deeper and deeper, feeling herself getting closer to her climax.

"FUCK! CHARLOTTE OH MY GOD! CHARLOTTE!"

"What, bitch!?" Charlotte asked, rudely, as she slapped Becky's ass.

"OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE! FUUUUUUCK!" Becky screamed, as Charlotte began pounding her G-spot repeatedly and unforgivingly.

"I'm about to fucking cum." Charlotte groaned, squeezing Becky's wrist tighter.

"I'M CUMMING! I'M YOURS CHARLOTTE, I'M ALWAYS YOURS!" Becky screamed, as Charlotte began slowly and powerfully grinding, bring herself closer and closer.

"Fuuuuuck... Bex, I-... Awwww, babe!" Charlotte groaned, having her own orgasm, as Becky rode out hers.

"Uh, no, I think I'm just gonna chill in the cabin, tonight." Sasha said, with a bit of a nervous chuckle.

"Good night, Sasha!" Ric smiled, leaving the formal dining room.

"Good night!"

Sasha looked down at the time on her phone. She stood up, and began leaving the formal dining room, and headed to the elevator.

She rode in the elevator to the 14th floor, and got out, beginning to walk to her room.

Once she opened her room with the room key, she immediately began changing out of her dinner outfit. She decided to leave on just her bra and panties, and laid down on the bed, checking the time on her phone again.

After a few more minutes she heard a knock on the cabin door.