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Carla gasped as she felt a strong pair of arms grip her shoulders, holding her tightly before loosening their grip and sliding down over her chest.
'Didn't meant to startle you' Tony's said, pressing a firm kiss against Carla's hair, drawing in her scent.
'It's fine, you okay?' she asked as she resumed applying her makeup, running the nude lippy over her plump limps.
'I've got to get off at the Virgin Islands, business meetings' Tony said as Carla put down her lipstick and turned on her chair to face him, looking up.
'Nice place to stop off' Carla said as Tony sighed.
'You could come with me' he said knowing full well what Carla would say.
You know I can't, I've got to work, but it'll only be a few days' she said with a soft smile, relief bubbling inside at the prospect of a few days of freedom from his domineering ways.
Tony ran his fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her head and looking at her with a cold, lustfull stare as she sensed what he wanted and mentally cursed his timing having just applied her lipstick.
Tony smiled, his fingers gripping her hair even tighter as she obliged and undid his trousers..
Carla was double checking the liquor stock when she heard the double doors of the Need Want creek open in the silence of the empty bar.
She turned round, throwing a quick smile at Frank who sauntered in, looking around.
'What brings you er?' Carla asked him as he pulled up a chair at the bar.
'I'm here to work, we've had a rotation of shift placement' Frank said as Carla made a face.
'Yeah, but you're the security manager Frankie boy, you never man the doors' she quipped as he gave her a knowing smile, she was good, very good.
'Exactly, I'm the manager so I can work where I want, when I want, anyhow, I'm not going to be on the doors, not all the time anyway, I just feel I need to make my presence a little more known, gotta make sure the boys are doing what they are paid for' Frank said as Carla shrugged.
'Fair dos, drink?'.
Frank nodded, a thin smile casting over his face as his eyes ran down her body, over her elegant back and the swell of her arse. Tony was a lucky man. A lucky man indeed.
It had only been that morning that Tony had called him, explaining he was needed on business but wanted Frank to keep a close eye on Carla for him. Frank was more than willing, having fancied Carla from the first time Tony had introduced them. She was sexy, strong and successful, easy on the eye and her flirtatious manner only added to her appeal.
In fact this wasn't the first time Tony had asked Frank to keep tabs on his girlfriend. Frank had only applied for the job as head of security thanks to Tony's encouragement and persuasion. Once Frank was employed and settled in, Tony had introduced him to Carla under the guise that they had just happened to meet onboard.
Frank was under the illusion Tony was just a little over protective and wanted Carla at arms lengths from flirtatious punters, little did he realise just how far Tony would go to keep his precious Carla from another man's affections.
'What's this?' Leanne smiled as Peter handed her an envelope.
'Open it' he said as she eagerly tore open the paper and pulled out the card inside.
'What's this for?!' she grinned as Peter chuckled.
'Thought you deserved a treat, that's all' he said as stood up and kissed his cheek.
'This is just what I need' she smiled as Peter nodded.
'Why don't you go and use it now?' he said as she pondered.
'I thought we were going for dinner'.
'Yeah but it's early yet, and we're on holiday, we can have dinner later' he smiled as she nodded.
'True, plus I'm desperate for a pamper session! Oh Peter thank you!' she squealed giddily as Peter smiled and headed out for a fag.
As he dragged on his cigarette he questioned his morality. He'd brought Leanne a voucher for the fancy spa aboard the boat because he felt guilty, guilty for thinking of a woman he barely knew. And yet he also knew he'd bought it for her because it would allow him to spend a few hours in her presence, whilst Leanne was occupied elsewhere. Did it make him a bad person? Or just easily swayed. He didn't know and he didn't want to find out.
'Are you following me or summit' Carla said, before giving Peter a soft smile as he walked up to the bar that evening.
'Now that would be telling' he winked as she reached for a glass.
'Drink?' she asked as he nodded.
'Orange juice, ta' he replied as she frowned.
'Ey' the bourbon here is really good, you should try it' she said as he smiled and shook his head.
'Not a drinker me' he said as she shrugged and filled his glass with ice, and then orange juice.
'Suit yourself' she quipped before turning to pour herself a glass of the bourbon she'd mentioned.
'Drinking on the job, tut tut' Peter scolded her as he watched her lips settle against the rim of the glass, the earthy gold liquid slipping gracefully from the glass into her mouth.
'I won't tell if you don't' she whispered seductively before walking around the bar to join him.
'Right, time to let these lazy gits do some work for once' Carla said eyeing up her employees and staying herself next to Peter.
Her bare arm brushed him and he felt shivers rush down his spine as she flicked her hair and their eyes met once more.
'Where's Leanne?' she whispered as she watched his eyes fall to her lips longingly.
'Spa' he replied, unable to muster up a longer answer as the heat between their bodies raged silently.
'Tony?' he asked her back.
'Away' she said, her voice husky.
From the discreet security office in the corner, Frank scowled, the sexual tension between the pair white hot electric, even from afar. A seething enviousness that shouldn't be felt by himself began to boil in his blood as he desperately imagined it was him, not Peter that was stood so damn close to Carla.
Unaware, Carla and Peter remained, fixed to the spot, in silence, staring each other out, neither making a move, both fully aware of what the other wanted, but unable to act.
Carla finally cut into the moment, pulling back as she felt her own arousal heating up inside her.
'I've got to go' Carla said, breaking the tension and turning on her heel, and walking towards the the back of the bar.
Peter paused, for a moment debating whether to stay put but an unknown force made him follow her.
'Carla' he spoke softly, causing her to stop and stand till, holding her breath as she felt him approach her from behind, out of sight now they were round the back of the bar.
Slowly Carla turned around to face Peter, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling with excitement as sparks flew and Peter put a hand on her cheek. Slowly leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, marvelling at their softness and the way they parted to allow his tongue to enter her mouth.
The kiss was slow and longing but quickly became heated as Carla responded and they pushed their bodies desperately against each other, feeling each others growing arousal as they did so.
Carla let out of a soft moan as Peter's lifts trailed away from her lips and over her jawbone, down her neck, his cock pressing hard against her stomach. Her back arched and she felt Peter groan against her skin before his kisses came to a reluctant end, despite both being desperate to continue what they'd started.
In that moment nothing mattered, not Leanne, not Tony, they were alone and hidden away from prying eyes.. or so they thought.