A/N: I own nothing.
Johanathan Hillstrand led his merry band of crabbers through the quiet halls of the Aleutian Hotel. The key he'd liberated from Bill's pocket at the bar was clutched in his hand. Johnathan stopped at Celeste's door and quietly slipped the key into the reader. Opening the door silently he walked in, letting the others follow behind him. The guys stopped a few feet inside the door, all eyes were on the girl asleep on the bed. Celeste had been true to her word, she'd gone up to her room, ordered a bottle of wine and taken a long hot bath before changing into a nightgown and falling asleep on top of the bed. She'd moved in her sleep, shifting the nightgown over her hips leaving her tiny purple panties on display.
"Wow" said Andy. "Are you sure this is the quota girl?"
"Yep, that's her" said Johnathan. "Although last time I saw her panties they were pink."
Every guy in the room turned to look at Johnathan for an explanation.
"What?" he said defensively. "She was climbing over the railing of the Cape Caution in a dress."
"Well, I have crab to catch, so wake her up" said Sig.
"I'll do it" volunteered Edgar.
He moved quickly over to the bed and sat down next to the sleeping girl. Stroking her hair back from her face he looked at her sleeping visage. His hand ghosted over the hem of her nightgown before dropping to her leg. He rubbed her leg tenderly, feeling the softness of her skin. In response Celeste opened her legs wider in invitation. Edgar was just sliding his fingers up when Sig interrupted.
"We don't have time for this shit" he said angrily. "Wake her up."
Celeste bolted upright in bed and Edgar quickly pulled her to his chest, placing a hand over her mouth as she started to scream.
"My way would not have ended in her screaming" said Edgar. "Well, at least not screaming in fear."
Celeste's eyes darted around the room, looking at the unfamiliar faces until she landed on Johnathan's. She looked at him, her eyes confused and hurt.
"We aren't here to hurt you" said Johnathan, walking towards the bed. "You said I could stop by whenever I wanted, to talk to you about the quotas."
Edgar leaned down to whisper in Celeste's ear.
"I'm going to let go of your mouth, sorry if we scared you" he said. "I don't want to hurt you."
He carefully removed his hand from Celeste's mouth and smoothed her hair behind her ear.
"When I said, stop by anytime I sort of expected a knock at the door preceding the visit" said Celeste.
"We don't really work that way" said Andy.
"Clearly" said Celeste, rolling her eyes.
"I don't mean to be rude, but I have an actual quota to catch, so I'd like to see how that is determined" said Sig.
"Um, sure" said Celeste. "But all I have is the quota information and reports from last year. It will show you why your quota is what it is for this season."
"That's perfect" said Johnathan.
"Ok, let me get my computer" said Celeste.
She climbed out of bed, flashing the guys another look at her underwear before her nightgown covered it.
An hour later Sig, Johnathan and Andy were reading the very lengthy report on the Red Crab quota. Celeste had returned to the bed after going to the bathroom and brushing her teeth. Settled back in bed, she and Edgar were watching TV.
"Why aren't you pouring over that thing, like it holds the meaning of life?" asked Celeste.
"Because, I'm really a deckhand at heart" said Edgar. "Sig always tells me what to do."
"You don't get any input?" said Celeste.
"No" said Edgar. "He's the captain and no one is going to be allowed to forget."
"Sounds like a blast" said Celeste.
"How was the Cape Caution?" asked Edgar, changing the subject.
"Fine, once I got over the shock that I was on it, in the middle of the Bearing Sea" said Celeste.
"I can't believe Bill didn't throw you off the minute he found you" said Edgar.
"He was already fishing by then" said Celeste. "I stayed well hidden until day five."
"Where?" said Edgar.
"In Zack and Nick's stateroom" said Celeste. "It wasn't that hard, since they spent a grand total of three hours a day in there while they were dropping pots."
"Yeah, but that's still crazy" said Edgar.
"It will be an interesting story to tell my children" said Celeste.
"Are you married?" asked Edgar.
"No, why do you ask?" said Celeste.
"Because you said you'd tell your children" said Edgar.
"Well, my theoretical children" said Celeste. "I'm pretty sure I have plenty of time, I'm only 23 years old."
"Twenty three?" said Edgar. "And you already work for the crab quota people? That's impressive."
"The crab quota people have a name, it's the Federal Trade Commission" said Celeste with a chuckle. "They have thousands of employees, it's not that hard to get a job with them."
"Whatever, we call them the quota nazis" said Edgar. "But I'm going to call you the sexy quota girl."
"I have a name too, it's Celeste."
"Hi Celeste, I'm Edgar."
The duo shook hands and settled down to watch another show.
Celeste leaned over Sig, explaining the finer points of the report. She was showing him the raw data and how it was calculated with other outside market issues to create the quota. He'd asked her so many questions that her neck was starting to hurt from bending over. Deciding she needed to sit, she moved into Sig's lap before continuing her explanation. Sig's hands went immediately to her hips, holding them gently as she continued to talk.
"I'm not crushing you am I?" asked Celeste after a few minutes. "My legs and neck were hurting from standing like that."
"No, I'm fine" said Sig. "Tell me about the other factors, that go into determining the quota."
"I have a list of them" said Celeste.
She leaned forward and began pulling up documents, explaining fuel costs, bait, and other factors.
"You can see the lists here, there are quite a few and we consider every one" said Celeste. "I'm going back to lay down."
Sig released her hips and Celeste stood.
Stretching her back she turned back to the bed, where Edgar was still watching TV. He pulled back the covers and patted the bed as an invitation. Celeste climbed in, pulling the covers over her legs.
"Is your neck hurting?" asked Edgar.
"Just a little, standing like that, for so long was painful" said Celeste.
"I can massage it for you" said Edgar. "Sit in front of me."
Celeste looked back at the clutch of guys staring at her computer and then at Edgar. She thought for a moment and then moved in between his spread legs. Edgar pulled her back so that she was sitting where he wanted her. His hand moved her blond curls out of the way while the other hand grasped the base of her neck. His strong fingers began kneading the muscles, slowly. Celeste's head dropped forward and a low moan escaped her lips. Edgar's hand slipped over the soft flesh of her neck working out the small kinks. His other hand tangled in her hair, scratchin her scalp with his short nails.
"That feels so good" murmured Celeste, her eyes closing.
"I'm glad it makes you feel good" whispered Edgar, his mouth against her ear.
Edgar's hand left her hair and travelled down the side of her arm before moving to the hem of her nightgown.
"How do they determine what price the crab will sell for?" asked Sig, turning towards the bed.
"We follow it to Asia" said Celeste, her eyes still closed.
Edgar's hand slipped up her thigh rubbing gently, before stilling.
"Who follows it?" asked Sig, his eyes straying to Celeste's hardened nipples.
"I follow it this year" said Celeste. "Now that the first offload is complete I'll finish gathering my hard data and then leave for Japan."
"So if they crab is popular over there the quota will go up?" pressed Sig.
"Possibly, but we have to look at the dangers of over fishing, by catch, environmental changes, lots of stuff" explained Celeste. "But if the crab gets a good price, then the price per pound should go up, even if the quota goes down."
"So, either way it's a win win situation for us" said Sig.
"For established boats, with quota, yes" said Celeste. "But if the quota goes down, it could put boats on the fringe out of business."
"Can you make sure the price goes up?" asked Johnathan.
"No, I just give my report, I don't determine the quota or the prices" said Celeste.
"But you can change information in your report to make it in our favor" said Andy.
"I'm not going to change anything, I'm not getting fired" said Celeste. "Besides, sometime if things look favorable on one side, something else could make the quota or price go down. Like a few years ago, there was a rise in ocean temperatures, which led to more food for the crabs which made them bigger, so boats met their quota faster, but there wasn't enough physical crab in the market to meet the demand. That made the quota go up the following year and it had nothing to do with the market price."
"What is this suggested synopsis thing?" asked Sig.
"It's where I write what I think should happen to the quota" said Celeste. "I write one every year, you can look back through all of them. They are saved under the desktop folder called synopsis."
Sig and the others turned back to the computer and began to read.
Edgar's hand resumed it's massage of Celeste's neck. His other hand stroking her thigh.
"Can I touch you?" whispered Edgar, his tongue reaching out to lick the shell of Celeste's ear.
"Yes" said Celeste, her voice barely a breath.
His hand drifted over her thigh, bringing up the hem of her nightgown past the top of her purple panties. Slipping his hand under the waistband he found her freshly shaved pubic mound. His discovery caused him to moan quietly into Celeste's ear. Celeste giggled silently and spread her legs open. Edgar's fingers walked their way down to her opening, seeking out her pleasure center. The hand, that had been massaging her neck pulled the blanket up farther. Once her breasts were covered, Edgar moved his hand under the nightgown to pluck at her nipples. Celeste spread her legs further, showing Edgar what she wanted. Taking the hint, his fingers dipped into her wetness, spreading it up to clit. His hand moved effortlessly against her pleasure button, driving her closer and closer to climax. Pulling her back slightly, Edgar settled her bottom flush with his cloth covered erection, grinding it against her. Celeste moved her hand back and slipped it into Edgar's sweats, finding him hot and hard.
"I want to touch you" whispered Celeste, into Edgar's ear.
"Please do" said Edgar, his voice husky with passion.
Celeste resumed her ministrations, bringing Edgar to the edge with her soft hand. He stepped up his manipulations and soon they were both stifling their orgasms.
Johnathan watched their mutual culmination with a frown. Bill had said the girl was some sort of sex addict, which after what he'd just witnessed, could very well be true. Turning back to the computer he saw Sig shaking his head and chuckling quietly.
"Hey, I'd warn Edgar to tread lightly" said Johnathan.
"He's just having some fun" said Sig. "If he wasn't a fisherman he'd probably be a gigolo."
"Well, Bill seems to have a very keen interest in her" said Johnathan.
"What?" said Sig, stunned. "She's younger than his son."
"Yeah, well the son has a bit of a thing for her too as does one of the other deck hands" said Johnathan. "So Edgar probably wants to steer clear of the whole mess."
"How did you meet this girl again?" asked Sig.
Johnathan took a few minutes to tell Sig the story Bill had told him. Adding in his personal observations of how all three guys acted when she was around.
"That is one fucked up situation" said Sig, when Johnathan had finished.
"I know" said Johnathan. "I'm glad it didn't happen on my boat."
"Although on our boat we always share our toys" said Andy.
"I wouldn't share her" said Sig to himself.
On the bed, Edgar and Celeste caught their breath. Celeste slipped her hand out from under the sheet and gave it a tentative lick. Edgar followed suit, cleaning his fingers.
"You taste delicious" he said with a smirk.
"Thanks" said Celeste. "You aren't so bad yourself."
"Maybe next time I can try it direct from the source" said Edgar with a leer.
"Sure" said Celeste. "Maybe without an audience."
Edgar glanced over his shoulder and saw the guys looking at the computer. Realizing they were probably going to be finished soon and he would be back on the boat pulling pots.
"How long will you be in town?" asked Edgar.
"I don't know" said Celeste. "It depends on how fast the other boats finish their trips. I'll follow the first third of the fleet's total quota over to Japan, and see how the market reacts."
"Sounds like fun" said Edgar. "I've always wanted to go to Japan."
"Do you like long flights?" asked Celeste.
"Not really" said Edgar.
"Well the flight to Japan is really long" said Celeste.
"I bet if I went with you, we could find something to pass the time" said Edgar, his hand slipping under Celeste's nightgown to fondle her breast.
"I bet we could" said Celeste, her fingers curling around Edgar's softened cock.
Their next interlude was cut off by Sig, sitting down on the corner of the bed.
"Well, Celeste" he began. "Thank you for a very enlightening evening."
"You're welcome, although it is technically morning" said Celeste, pointing to the clock.
"Well, we should let you get your beauty sleep" said Sig. "Come on Edgar, leave the girl alone."
"If you're here when we get back can I come see you?" asked Edgar.
"Sure" said Celeste. "Let me give you one of my cards, then you can text me and find out where I am."
Celeste climbed out of bed and went to retrieve a small stack of cards from her briefcase. When she bent over the purple panties were again on display, this time with a small wet spot in the middle. Standing up, she passed the cards out to Sig, Edgar and Andy.
"I trust you have the one I gave you earlier" she said to Johnathan with a smile.
"Oh yes" said Johnathan, patting his pocket.
"Good" said Celeste. "Well it was nice meeting all of you. Maybe we will see each other again sometime."
"I certainly hope so" said Edgar, bending down to give her a kiss on the cheek.
Celeste just smiled in response and opened the door, ushering the four men out of her room and into the hall.
Bill turned the corner heading down the hall to where Celeste's room was located. He was surprised to see Johnathan, Andy, Sig and Edgar standing outside her door. Walking a little faster, he was determined to find out why they were there and what they were doing with Celeste. Theories of what happened began to swirl in his head, culminating in a vision of her servicing all four men at once.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" said Bill, his voice booming in the empty hallway.
"Told you" said Johnathan to Sig.
"We came to see what the little trade commission girl could tell us about the quotas" said Sig. "Why are you here?"
"Checking up on Celeste" said Bill. "Making sure she isn't suffering any post traumatic stress from her trip."
"I thought you said she was well taken care of?" said Johnathan.
"She was" said Bill.
"So why are you checking up on her?" pressed Johnathan.
"You know what?" said Bill. "You should mind your own fucking business."
Sig, Edgar and Andy shared looks of surprise at Bill's very uncharacteristic outburst. But Johnathan could not leave well enough alone.
"Where are Zack and Nick?" asked Johnathan. "I'm sure they want to make sure Celeste is feeling good."
"They are back on the boat" said Bill. "Where you should be, don't you have some quota to catch?"
"I do" said Johnathan. "And so do you, but here you are, outside a hotel room door in the middle of the night, checking on a girl you just saw like three hours ago."
"You know what" began Bill, advancing on Johnathan.
"Knock it off" said Celeste, opening the door.
She grabbed Bill by the collar, hauling him into the room.
"Good night gentlemen" she continued. "I hope to see all of you again."
With that she closed the door, leaving four very confused guys in the corridor.
Inside the hotel room, Celeste rounded on Bill. Pushing him until he was sitting on the bed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked, slightly breathless. "I know you have a boat to go back to, but if I get kicked out of this hotel I'm going to be sleeping in a rental car."
"I" said Bill.
"No, you don't get to speak" said Celeste. "I don't know what your deal is but you need to knock this shit off. First in the bar with Zack and Nick and now in the hallway with your colleagues. Your jealous husband act has got to stop."
"It's not an act" said Bill. "I'm concerned for you safety and you don't have the best track record of making good decisions."
"What are you talking about?" said Celeste. "You've known me for two weeks, you have no idea the decisions I've made in my lifetime."
"Lets start over" said Bill.
"Fine, why are you here?" asked Celeste.
"Just making sure your unexpected voyage didn't leave any permanent scars" said Bill.
"Nothing physical" said Celeste. "Although, I'm sure there are some mental ones."
Bill turned to her, his face chagrined. He studied her for a moment and Celeste just let him. She took a sip of wine from the glass on the nightstand and looked out the window at the beautiful Alaskan night.
"I" began Bill, before stopping.
Celeste turned to him, waiting to hear what he was going to say.
"I, don't know what to say" said Bill.
"Why are you really here?" asked Celeste.
"I wanted to make sure you're ok after your sexual episode" said Bill.
"I'm fine" said Celeste. "I'm not ashamed of anything I did on the boat."
That was just the opening Bill needed.
"Neither am I" said Bill. "I want you."
The way he said it, the heat in his voice, changed the temperature in the room. Celeste studied Bill and for the first time noticed that his breath was coming fast and she could see the pulse in his throat. He was anxious or nervous.
"You want me to do what?" asked Celeste, warily.
Bill searched his mind for a way to broach the subject.
"I think you're ready to learn another lesson" said Bill, his grin a combination of playful and scary.
"I'm not interested in being spanked again" said Celeste.
"That was a punishment" said Bill. "You remember your lesson, don't you?"
"The one about patience" said Celeste.
"That's the one" said Bill. "But I think you've learned to be a little more patient."
"So what would this new lesson be?" asked Celeste.
"I think this one should be an oral lesson" suggested Bill with a smirk.
"You want me to suck your cock?" asked Celeste blandly.
"Who said anything about who would be doing what" said Bill.
Celeste tilted her head and considered the proposition. The last lesson she'd received from Bill had been quite stimulating and she had no doubt this one would be the same.
"I'm not going to hurt you" said Bill, moving towards her.
"I didn't think you were" said Celeste.
Bill stood in front of Celeste and plucked the wine glass from her hand, setting it on the table next to her computer. He gathered her into his arms, hugging her tightly. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. Stepping back he reached for the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it over her head, leaving her in just her underwear.
"Gorgeous" murmured Bill as pulled off her panties.
"I think you are overdressed" said Celeste, reaching for Bill's shirt.
He allowed her to unbutton it and pull it off of him. Stepping back Bill toed off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. Celeste laid back against the pillows and watched with increasing interest. Bill's eyes never left her's as he removed the last vestiges of his clothing. Naked as she was, he climbed into the bed.
In an instant Bill's hands were on Celeste, roaming over the soft contours of her flesh. His mouth captured hers in a bruising kiss. Celeste pulled back, offering her neck to Bill's intensity. He nipped and bit at her pulse point, causing Celeste to cry out at the sensation. Abandoning his original plan he flipped Celeste over so she was astride him and then began to maneuver her over his aching cock.
"You said this was an oral lesson" said Celeste.
"Fine, put your pretty little pussy up here" said Bill.
Celeste began to climb up Bill's chest, but his quirked eyebrow told her exactly how he wanted her positioned. With a sigh she turned around so they were in the traditional sixty nine position. Then she scooted back until her pussy was hovering over Bill's face. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her down. His tongue licked her clit before moving over her perineum until it reached her rosebud. It lapped there for a moment before moving back to her clit. Bill smiled at his discovery and resumed his ministrations. Celeste's eyes closed as she gave herself over to the pleasure of Bill's mouth on her body. She opened her eyes as she felt Bill press her forward slightly. Sighing, she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. The moan that she tore from Bill's throat reverberated through her body. Celeste hummed slightly as she moved her mouth over Bill's swollen flesh. In response to her actions Bill slid two fingers into her aching pussy, slowly sawing them in and out. His mouth had moved back up to her ass, kissing her cheeks. Her rhythm faltered slightly when he slid a finger into her ass. She was close and wasn't sure if she wanted to make Bill come with her or wait to see what he had planned next. Deciding to be selfish she slowed her mouth and allowed her body to concentrate on drawing pleasure from Bill's questing fingers. After a moment she slid her hand down to pluck at her abandoned clit. It took only a few minutes before she was cumming all over Bill's hands. In a flurry of movement Bill flipped her onto her back and drove into her, pounding into her still fluttering pussy.
"God, you are beautiful" said Bill, between pants. "Touch yourself."
Celeste complied slipping her fingers down her body to pluck gently at her clit. Bill's hips worked like a piston, firing in and out. He watched as her finger danced over her clitoris. Her rhythm changed and he knew she was close. Clenching his teeth, he held out until her orgasm hit before tumbling over the edge himself. He rolled off of Celeste and gathered her into his arms. Reaching down he pulled the bedcovers over them and they settled into sleep.