Two of the girls in the shipping department had asked me if I wanted to stop for drinks at this place they frequented. Being a new hire and wanting to get in with my coworkers, I jumped at the invitation. They had a reputation for being fast and I had been forewarned to be careful. I know how to handle myself so I felt confident that I could back out if they got out of control.
The club was just a bar where singles seemed to congregate. We had worked our way thru three rounds of drinks when some girl came up to my two friends and myself and sat down. "There's a party scheduled on the yacht tonight. Are you in?" she asked.
My two friends looked at each other and nodded yes, and then almost as an after thought asked, "can our friend Adele come too?" She nodded and said, "sure, the more the merrier."
Then she left us and went to a good-looking guy at the end of the bar, and I heard her telling him the same thing and inviting him along. I guess he accepted too because he wrote down something on a napkin. Probably the directions, I thought.
I was just a little miffed at having been included without being asked, but it sounded great, especially after having had three drinks already.
We three arrived at the yacht at about the same time the man did, and the four of us went up the gangplank.
There were perhaps thirty people already there and almost as soon as we were aboard, I felt the Ship begin to move away from the dock.
That upset me a bit because I hadn't expected it. I guess I had thought that we would stay docked.
Looking around I surveyed the crowd. There were some couples, and there were a lot of stags. I guess there were a few more women then men but in all, it was a fairly balanced group. Drinks were served and I went for my fourth.
My two friends had left and I sat at the bar and looked around. The only other person there, whom I recognized. was that guy from the bar who had been invited along with us. I was getting a very uncomfortable feeling by now and when he smiled at me and came over, I was put a bit more at ease.
A girl broke away from one of the groups and followed him over and sat on the other side of him. "Hi," she began, "what tag are you?" He looked blankly at her. "Tag," he asked.
"Oh you're here on your own. Well later we're going to sort of, have a free for all. I mean a debauch, you know, an orgy. Each person is given a plastic bracelet that is called a tag. The red ones tell all the others that you're here with a partner, and your taboo without your partners O.K. The yellow tags mean you're interested in only people of your own sex, and no tag, your fair game for anyone. I mean you're open to anything with anyone.
When I overheard that conversation, I really panicked. The guy looked shocked too. Then he turned to me and asked, "Did you know this? I mean did you hear what she just told me?"
I nodded in dumb disbelief. I turned to the girl sitting on my other side and asked, "Ahem, er, tell me what happens if you don't wear a tag and don't want to join in?"
"Sweetie, then you're going to get gang banged by any of the guys or gals here who feel like taking you. Your open to anything, and you better be prepared to be raped and sodomized until your ready to drop. And honey believe me you better like to suck cock, because the guys here can go on all night and the girls with their strap-on's, will have you climbing the walls."
I guess I must have looked ashen. The guy sitting next to me chimed in. "What about the guys who don't wear a tag? What's with them?"
"Same thing she answered. You get worked over by the guys and gals. And believe me some of the girls here can do a job on you. If that's your choice you had better drink lots of fluids because they'll drain that hard cock of yours beyond your wildest imagination." Then she moved on.
A sort of rapport was being created between my male friend and me now. We were both unintended participants here and neither of us seemed too anxious for what could happen to us."
"Look, I gasped, I think we had better get to know each other, and fast. My name is Adele, and what is yours?"
"I'm Garry, and I really don't know how we got into this. I'm not into this sort of thing and you don't look like you take to it too well either."
"Damned right, I answered, so what do we do? I sure don't want to be gang raped by a crowd of horny perverts."
Garry turned away, and ordered another drink.
"Look, what if we claim to be a couple and go for red tags. That way all we have to do is say no if they bother us. You don't agree to loan me out, and I don't agree to loan you out. Does that sound reasonable?" I asked.
He looked into my eyes, and with a coy grin, nodded. "Yeah, but I don't know what we're going to have to do to convince them that we're a pair. I mean we'll probably have to do something to convenience them."
I though for a minute then volunteered, "Maybe we can sort of just pretend. You know, watch what the others do and try to fake it."
"That won't cut it, he said. We would have to go all the way." Then he just sat there as if pondering the situation.
I'll be perfectly honest. Garry was damn good looking, and I was getting the hots for him, just imagining him on top of me was making my pussy tingle with anticipation. They closed the bar and a girl who had already shed her clothes walked around the room distributing the plastic bracelets with the tags. We took red ones, but surprisingly a lot of those I had thought to be couples refused them. This was going to be a free for all.
Now another girl came around and was offering, anyone who wanted them, a variety of sex toys, vibrators, nipple clamps, strap on dildos with harnesses, and some things I didn't even recognize. Garry dove in and took the clamps and a tube of lubricant. There was one item that had to be purchased which was some sort of powder, packaged in a glassine packet. He purchased one.
Now we were all herded to another deck on the ship and we entered a large cabin. Perhaps twenty-five feet wide by forty-five or fifty feet long. The floor was completely covered by a thick matt. At the end of this cabin there was a long hallway with about twelve small cubicles or cabins on either side. There were no doors on these cabins but inside each was a bunk or cot bed in the center.
