I needed to get away for a few days, so I decided to book a cruise. I figured that would be a great way to escape the problems of the real world, and I would be able to relax for a fun-filled seven days and get to visit some great destinations and do some things that I hadn't been able to do before. And who knows, I figured, I might be able to meet someone new. I had never been on a cruise before, so I wasn't sure what to expect.
I did know that the first night of the cruise was Halloween, and that there would be a Halloween dance that first night. I went out and bought a toga outfit.
When it came time for the party on the ship, I found out that the toga resembled a cross between a white t-shirt and a hospital gown. Well, it seemed to be made out of thin hospital-gown material and a very wide neck, but at least the toga was completely enclosed so I didn't have my behind sticking out from it. The toga also only came down as far as about half way to my knee, and that was when I was standing up. I felt like I was practically wearing a miniskirt, and when I went to sit down, I had to be careful so as to not let people glimpse my underwear. Even though I didn't know anyone there, I didn't really want to give people a free show. The material of the toga was very cheap and shear. On it's own, between the length of it and the thinness--it was practically see through--the toga probably wouldn't have left much to the imagination. Fortunately there was also a blue sash that could be worn over the gown which did a good job at least of hiding my underwear so that it couldn't be seen.
I spent a couple of hours at the party, trying my best to chat up some of the women that seemed close to my age, but I wasn't really hitting it off with anyone. I thought that as the night wore on and some of the women got more drinks into them that my odds of meeting someone would go up, but that wasn't the case. I started to get the feeling that as I started to have more and more drinks that I was just starting to make a fool of myself. Part of me felt like just sitting in the corner, but I figured it would be a long week if I didn't at least make an attempt to meet someone. Besides, what would it hurt if I did make a fool of myself, no one here knew me anyway. In the end, though, I knew that the first night was a wash. I figured I should just count my losses and leave with my dignity still intact.
Leaving the party, I started to head back to my cabin. I had had enough to drink so that I had a little difficulty with walking in a straight line, and I had made up my mind that I wasn't going to find a woman to leave the party with. I walked through the promenade corridor, and didn't pay much attention to the two young black men standing off along the wall, talking to themselves. I was lost in my own thoughts, and the main concern in my head was to try to get back to my cabin.
"Think he's wearing underwear under there?" The comment was only on the edge of my awareness, and I wasn't sure that I had really heard it, or if my mind was playing tricks on me.
"Hey, you wearing underwear under that toga," I thought I heard the other one say. Now I was sure of what I heard, but I was in no shape to confront anyone. Even if I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn't have been able to take on one of them, let alone two. I continued along my way, walked down the two flights of stairs to the deck that my cabin was on. When I made my way, back to my cabin, I lifted my toga up to get to the money belt that was strapped around my waist, too drunk to care if anyone was around to see anything. I unhinged the belt, letting my toga fall back into place, and fidgeted with the zipper on the belt a little before getting it opened. Once getting my card out, it also took me a couple of attempts to get it in the lock, but finally managed it and was able to open the door.
As soon as I stepped into my cabin, someone pushed me forward. "Get him in, get him in." I heard someone say. The cabin door slammed shut behind us. As the person forcefully moved me to the bed, I struggled enough to be able to tell that it was the two black men I had passed before. They pushed me face down onto the bed, and one of the men was able to easily hold me there despite the best of my struggles. The other man came up to me and lifted up my toga over my waist, exposing my red plaid Brazilian trunk underwear.
The first man laughed. "Look at the bitch's panties. He's definitely going to enjoy this."
"No, please, don't do this."
The guy that was holding me down slapped the back of my head. "Shut the fuck up bitch. You're nothing but a horny slut tonight."
"No, please no."
"I know what to do to shut the bitch up," the second man said. He started to pull down my underwear, causing me to struggle even more. It turns out that was a mistake, as it seemed to help him remove my underwear rather than hinder. "Look at this slut shake her booty."
