Deck eight had a door that led to the promenade deck, Amanda discovered. The rest of the staterooms on the deck were all the high end, but not as high end as theirs, Concierge Class. Located in the middle of their deck was a sizable library, though Amanda wasn't sure who would want to just sit on the ship and read. She also noticed that the deck ended abruptly, even though there seemed to be more space on the other side of the wall.
They went to the top first, which housed a running track and sports deck, as well as a rooftop terrace. Towards the bow was the Constellation Lounge, where the two had been invited to party. Jake guessed the private club located to the side was where the VIP party would be, and also adjoining the lounge was an arcade. They couldn't help but pop in and check it out. Jake didn't have any bills in his wallet less than $20, but Amanda had a few dollar bills. She changed them into quarters and bought gameplay credits in the machine and they each took one of the orange plastic gaming shotguns in their hands.
The game asked them which version they wanted to play, single player, or versus. Amanda aimed the plastic shotgun at the screen, pressed the trigger, and a bullet hole appeared over versus. She looked at Jake and gave him a wicked smile.
Then it gave them a choice of six different animals to "hunt." Jake triggered his own shotgun and a bullet hole appeared over "Grizzly." Jake went with a rifle over the bow and shotgun, and Amanda picked shotgun for herself. He moved back as player one, and the game gave a tutorial on where to shoot. Jake had four "bullets," and in quick order, he nailed the vital areas on three bears to get a perfect score for the round, only missing once, then played a bonus game with unlimited ammo and killed 20/20 animated bats.
Amanda was up. She got closer to the screen against Jake's protests. She stared at him and said, "I hunted with a knife. I'm used to close combat...Plus, my weapon is a spread." Then she stuck her tongue out at him. The round started. She nailed the three bears to win the round in only three shots, and her bonus game found her in a shark cage. Jake laughed as Amanda went wild-eyed with the unlimited ammo, rapid firing the plastic shotgun like she was a 1930s mobster with a tommy gun.
After whacking the other five animals in rapid succession and zipping through the bonus levels, Amanda usurped DMK for the top spot, and Jake was just barely under her, knocking DMK to third and taking the second spot.
As they left, Jake rubbed her ass and said, "You only won because you were closer."
Amanda grinned. "Maybe so, but you didn't try to stop me that hard, and a win's a win." Jake gave her firm little ass a slap.
"I'll punish you for it later."
Amanda's libido kicked into high gear and her panties got wet in anticipation of the punishment Jake had in store, because she knew it would involve his cock in her pussy. They found a stairwell that led them to the lower levels.
Deck nine had a lot more offerings. located at the stern was the Oceanview Café' and Grill. Towards the center of the deck was a massive pool and Jake could already see Amanda's eyes dancing as she made her plans to visit it soon. Both knew how to swim, though for Amanda, she hadn't done it much since she was a little girl. Still, Jake knew she'd want to see how much she remembered.
Further forward and to the left of the pool was a small bar. As they kept walking they discovered the ship's solarium and Amanda's eyes kept getting bigger and bigger and they'd only seen two and a half decks. There were plenty of crew milling about but so far they were the only passengers up here as the remainder continued to embark and be shown to their cabins. Every time they met one, they seemed about to offer assistance and Jake merely pointed to his wife and held up the booklet indicating they were exploring on their own.
At the end of the deck facing towards the bow, was the ship's spa area. Several employees were already there and cheerfully showed them what they had to offer. To starboard was a hair salon and acupuncture services. The center was the spa itself and the Persian Gardens. To the right was massage therapy, and at the end of the deck facing the bow was a massive fitness center and aerobics room.
The staff member who showed them around was named Bonnie, and Jake and Amanda shared a smile after they had spent part of the morning calling themselves Bonnie and Clyde. "Can I interest either of you in anything? We've got several hours before we leave port."
"I'm fine but I bet Amanda would love a massage." Already Jake was formulating in his mind Amanda's punishment for using a shorter distance to beat him at the arcade game.
Amanda had never gotten a massage before, and at Jake's suggestion she do so, she nodded eagerly. Bonnie pointed her to the changing rooms to undress while Jake formed wicked thoughts in his head. He whispered, "Has anyone ever made any odd requests?"
Bonnie smiled, a co-conspirator. "Of course, we get young couples here all the time. And let me tell you, I've made a lot of hundred dollar tips making those requests happen when the time was right."
Jake fished out his wallet and doubled it, handing Bonnie two $100 bills. "Since we're the only people likely to be here for awhile...Would you um...Let me handle my wife's massage personally?"
She grinned broadly and plucked the bills from his fingers. "I'll send her to massage room three. It's got thick walls and a locking door. You will of course be sworn to secrecy, and this is only being allowed because you came at the perfect time. Say nothing, or we'll all be keelhauled." Jake nodded and mimed turning a key over his lips.
Amanda stepped from the changing room wrapped in a towel. "Massage room three, Mrs. Park. I will send Dieter in, he's our best." Amanda nodded and stepped into the hallway leading into the massage rooms. She didn't know anything about massages so therefore didn't think for a moment about getting a massage from an obviously male masseur. Bonnie indicated he should wait for a few moments. "Let her settle in on the table." After a few minutes, she decided enough time had passed and waved him on. "Have fun," she winked. "And when I say thick walls, I mean very thick."
Have fun...Oh yes, that was a given. Jake walked into the room. Amanda was face down on the massage table and had tossed the towel over her back and butt. Soft music filled the room and the lighting was dim. She'd put on a sleep mask over her eyes, and had removed everything including her underwear. Jake had spent some time after their marriage learning massage methods online, but so far hadn't had an opportunity to put them into practice. His learning had been interrupted by their return to the realm, but he knew he could convincingly pass, especially since Amanda had never been massaged before. Next to the table was a rack containing massage oils. He squirted some between his hands and set to work on her shoulders.
After a few moments of careful manipulation, Amanda murmured, "That feels divine." Jake remained silent. He moved down to her shoulder blades and then to her spine before giving her lower back a deep tissue massage. He massaged Amanda's perfect little ass cheeks and then worked on the back of both her legs and feet, one after the other. A solid 25 minutes had passed and she had no idea that it was her husband massaging her, rather than "Dieter."
He lifted the towel and tapped the table. Amanda rolled onto her back and he draped the towel over her waist and pussy. He started on her legs and feet from the front, then gently rubbed her flat, sexy tummy and the front of her shoulders before gently massaging her lovely tits. She raised her head. "Is that normal in a massage? This is my first time." He could tell she wasn't joking, and she actually wasn't sure whether or not getting a tit rub actually was part of a normal massage. Jake simply muttered, "Mmmhmmm," In order to hide his voice and not tip her off that "Dieter" didn't exist.
So she relaxed and let him continue. her whole body was virtually coated in the oil, and God did it make her full body tan even sexier with the way the oil shined on her golden brown skin. He lifted the towel off of her and spread her legs, squirted more oil on his hands and massaged the insides of her thighs. He could see she was of mixed emotions. It felt divine, he could tell, and her body was responding to it almost erotically, but she was unsure of whether she should be, as she was in a room with "Dieter."
Once he'd finished on her thighs, he grinned, put on one more squirt of massage oil into his hands, rubbed them together to spread it, and parted her pussy lips to stroke her clit.
This time there was no hesitation or confusion. This was not something she asked for. "Um, Dieter, I appreciate the VIP treatment but I'm married and that's a big no." Jake stopped his fingers and grunted. "I'll get a happy ending from my husband later, thank you." He paused a moment, and then started in again. "Dieter? Really, that's enough." He kept going and grinned as she writhed in pleasure in spite of herself. When he stuck two fingers into her pussy she sat up and said, "Look, goddamnit..."
She pulled the mask from her eyes and stared, and then put her hands to her face and laid back down on the table. "You sneaky fucker. How long have you been here?"
"The whole time. I love giving you the VIP service you've come to expect on the Ocean Princess," Jake smiled and stroked her clit again and she let him, fully relaxed and savoring the movements of his fingers. Her nude body stretched out and her toes curled as he picked up the pace and she let out a moan.
She reached out and pulled his other hand back to her breasts and he rubbed her erect nipples as he continued to play with puffy clit. She said between pleasured sounds, "I hope you...Know that...I'm going to expect that...A lot...Now that I know how good...Fuuuuuuck...You are at massages..."
He stopped rubbing her clit, stuck his fingers in her and touched her G-spot and she arched her back and gasped. "May I interest you in the happy ending now, Mrs. Park?" Amanda, her eyes half-closed in lust, nodded her head.
Oh yes he could. He stripped off his clothes and she spread her legs and the massage oil combined with her wetness let him slide in her smoothly and completely in one stroke. She dug her nails into his back and writhed and moved with him as he thrust in her deeply. The massage table wasn't wide, and she wrapped her oil covered legs behind his back and urged him on and moaned and gasped and let out careful cries of pleasure from the fantastic fucking he was giving her.
"They said this room has thick walls, so you don't have to keep biting your hand," he told her. And so Amanda stopped. She kept her sexual sounds from being all-out screams, but she stopped focusing entirely on the need to keep quiet and let herself get lost in the feeling of the large-sized cock of her husband hitting her in every place he needed to in order to bring her to a quick, powerful orgasm.
And after a few more minutes of the thrusts he knew would make his wife pop, she did so. Her back arched and she rose under him as she let out a cry, not too loud, and squeezed her legs tightly around his naked ass as she came from him, then he kept thrusting and thrusting and she savored the feeling of his cock on her clit and on her G-Spot and only minutes after her first orgasm, she once again went fully tense and lifted him up with her slightly as she arched her back and came on his cock again, her head turning from side-to-side in her ecstasy.
His own orgasm refused to subside any longer and he buried himself in her wetness and filled her womb with a massive load of his sperm. He laid on her as she kept her legs around him and clutched him to her body. "Best...fucking...massage ever. I'm going to give you a Hell of a tip...Dieter."
"Nothing but the best for our VIPs, Mrs. Park." Amanda didn't know how he'd arranged it but fucking Jake on a massage table was even hotter than being fucked on a pool table and fuck she would remember this for the rest of her life and she knew she'd probably finger herself to the memory sometimes. He pulled himself from her and slipped his clothes back on after handing her the large white towel.
They returned to the main lobby of the spa and as Bonnie and the other staff grinned, Jake and Amanda grinned in return. After...Ahem, toweling herself off as best as she could, Amanda slipped into her clothes and placed the towel in a marked hamper, then savored the faint trickle of the present Jake left inside of her slowly dampening her panties.
As they continued their tour, Amanda pressed herself to him and giggled and laughed and savored the leftover tingles from their sex. They passed through their own deck, and as they went down the stairs to the next floor, they found that deck seven was entirely ship's cabins and was filled with passengers being led to their rooms by members of the ship's crew. Since they could tell there was nothing to see after Jake confirmed it in the booklet, they moved on again.
Deck six was also mainly cabins, and after they made their way through the additional throng of passengers being aided by crew in settling in, towards the stern they found the dark and cozy Sunset Bar. They noticed that in addition to the entrance from the passenger suites, there was another exit that opened to the ship's main deck. If they had walked out, they would have been able to walk to the ship's massive-sized stern. They had no idea they'd be spending a hell of a lot of time on it in a couple of days.
So they went back to the cabins and found another set of stairs that allowed them to avoid most of the settling in passengers they had passed through and went down to deck five. Towards the bow was the upper portion of the movie theater Shaw had told them about. Moving aft, both sides of the deck were taken by specialty shops and boutiques, with the Emporium, a shop containing name-brand items and collectibles located centrally, a shop all on it's own. Next to it, on the port side, was an actual art gallery.
After moving past midship towards the stern, they were greeted by an office to plan future cruise vacations, and Amanda only half-jokingly asked Jake to stop and book his princess another location. She remembered the Entity wanted a challenging request for its abilities. recreating this ship in the realm would be a tougher request than most. She smiled to herself, imagining the Entity's reaction. A little further sternward was Café al Bacio, and Gelateria, a gorgeous coffee house with a gelato eatery. Also on this deck was the top part of the ship's grand foyer, which housed panoramic ocean-view glass elevators.
They trekked further and were greeted by Sushi on Five, which delivered exactly what the name described, on the port side, while the starboard side was Cellar Masters, which not only allowed passengers to savor a world-tour of wine, but delivered it to glasses through special dispensers. There were dozens of tables and comfy chairs for wine enthusiasts to relax in and savor their wines of choice. Amanda would definitely visit this place if she could drink.
At the end of the deck, towards port, was Blu, the specialty restaurant catering to Sky-Class passengers, but, based on their cabin, would also cater to them if they chose it. The end of the deck at the stern side was another restaurant choice, the Cosmopolitan. Amanda gave a sad sigh. "It makes me wish we could eat."
Jake considered. "We could try it. Eating I mean. And drinking. I mean, it takes no more than 72 hours to completely digest, so we could be...Ahem, well-cleared of anything if we go back on a fast for the last three days. And...It'll probably make the crew wonder why the two passengers with access to any food or beverage they want never eat or drink anything for nine days. Besides, I had eaten a meal a few hours before I was first taken to the realm, so maybe we're entirely wrong. Maybe it doesn't matter what we do and when we get back to the realm, it just disappears because of the Entity's powers."
Amanda giggled. "Too bad we can't call him to be sure. But fuck it, I'm in. I never feel hungry or thirsty and maybe we'll take a bite or a sip and we won't want to eat or drink still, but we might as well try it because there's just too much good shit on here to not at least make an attempt to enjoy it." She stood on her tiptoes and pressed herself, smiling, to him and kissed him, and her legs, covered with the drying remnants of the massage oil stuck to Jake's own.
He smiled and felt warm looking at his adorable little wife. She'd been practically walking on air since they set foot on the ship, and not only was she still, she was still glowing from their spur of the moment public but private sex to boot. It was cocky, but he pinched himself anyway. Giving her this gift, showing her his love for her by surprising her with treatment befitting a princess wasn't THE best decision he ever made. That was reserved for when he'd married her and made her his own, but it was quite possibly a close second.
Down to deck four they went. They didn't go all the way towards the bow, as they knew that end of the deck housed the lower second level of the theater. However, on the port side moving aft, they found Michael's Club, which according to the booklet exclusively catered to their VIP cabin and those among Concierge Class. Peeking inside, they noted that it was just slightly more upscale in appearance to the Sunset Bar on deck six.
Across from it on the starboard side was a photo studio where they could get their pictures taken with a professional photographer. Moving just a bit further aft was Fortunes Casino, and Amanda informed Jake that she was quite adept at poker and he was just going to have to let her use some of their credit limit to gamble, and he pretended to act like she was asking him to slice off an appendage before sighing and rolling his eyes and agreeing to let her do it. "Christ," he said, continuing to put on a big show about it. "You know you are spoiled rotten, don't you?"
"Happy wife, happy life," she told him as they moved on from the casino's door. Towards the center of the corridor, past the casino, the grand foyer continued, and next to it on the starboard side was Crush Martini Bar. They passed it and arrived at the Rendezvous Lounge, which looked like a nice cozy spot for couples, and cruise singles, to privately engage in conversation and flirting. It was also a place perhaps where the cruise singles could arrange a shipboard assignation or ten, or Hell, maybe even some of the married ones could get in a shipboard rendezvous.
Rounding out the deck to the aft was the second level of the Cosmopolitan Restaurant, and so they went looking for stairs, but Amanda passed them by. "Let's take the big stairs in the center of the corridor, they look really fancy." So instead of taking the side steps, they chose to savor the grand foyer down to deck three.
Towards the bow were the lowest tier staterooms on the ship, known as the Ocean Class, and they were also teeming with embarking passengers and helpful crew. They remained near the grand foyer, and saw that behind it was the Captain's Club, the guest relations office, and to starboard, the Destination Concierge and the Shore Excursions office. They were unable to resist poking their heads inside and greeted Shaw warmly again when they saw he was inside. They spoke for a bit and Shaw introduced them to his assistant, Julie McCoy, who would accompany him to the VIP party this evening. They left him to his work and quickly explored the rest they had access to, a conference room, the Tuscan Grille, and a space labeled as the ship's wine cellar.
Deck two was merely cabins, though it also housed the ship's medical center. A sign outside the door announced medical services were led by Dr. Adam Bricker.
According to their booklet they had traversed all the public areas. Deck one and below would be the engine rooms, crew quarters, and other crew areas of the ship and its functions that they did not have access to.
Despite their two-week realm abilities still in full-effect, they found their legs were tired, and so they took the elevator back up to deck eight and returned to their stateroom. After they were inside, Amanda flopped on the cushy couch in the living room and said, "My God, Jake. I just...Wow. The room, all the things on here. Christ, I wish we could take this entire ship back to the realm and live in it."
She kicked off her sandals and tossed herself right back to her feet. She walked by Jake with a wink to a normal-looking touchtone phone which was sitting next to the television. She looked at the guide which labeled the various extensions to places like the spa, the restaurants, and the various offices and and connected herself to the promised concierge. Jake smiled as Amanda decided to change her tone from her normal bluntness so something just a little bit more snooty and elite as she spoke to the person on the other end.
Yes, everything was perfect, she told him. Yes, they had been informed of the first night VIP party in the Constellation Lounge, but as they were esteemed guests of the ship, she was making a formal request that the ship's crew member that had been so gracious and welcoming and courteous to a fault, a Mr. Brian Shaw, be included among the attendees as their esteemed guest. Oh that was perfect, excellent. It would also be rude to make him come alone, so would it be too much trouble to add a guest for Mr. Shaw? No? Excellent. She thanked the concierge for their flawless service and promised to fill out a card with her satisfaction in his performance and hung up the phone.
"So? Whadya think, did I sound like a snooty fucking princess?" Jake laughed and nodded. Amanda pressed her legs together as she stood, and when she separated them, she noticed the skin of her thighs was sticking together.
"As much as I love feeling the remnants of that hot fuck you gave me, I've got to get this sticky massage oil off," Amanda said. "But don't you worry, I'm already horny thinking about you making me sticky again. I'm thinking about a shower and then we can see if we can see if our appetites return at the Oceanview Grill? And then after that you can bet I'll be spending most of my time waiting for when you want to strip me naked and make me sticky again."
Jake grinned. "Sounds like a plan." Jake noticed that some of his body was sticky from where the oil on Amanda's body had gotten on his own. "You made me sticky too. I'm joining you." And so they got naked and he did, and even though the urge to fuck again was strong between them both, they showed remarkable restraint and only spent their time in the shower washing themselves. Amanda went ahead and washed her hair, and then when they got out of the shower she let out a started squeak. "Where did they go with our bags? Shit, I forgot to put anything away. Fuck! Are they even here? I didn't even fucking look to see if they were here. What if they got lost? Quick, we've got to fucking look for them. Fuck!"
Jake, while not a cruise specialist, was still familiar with porter service and attempted to cut in but Amanda's tirade was not to be interrupted.
He knew showing was better than telling so he walked by her. He opened doors showing that their toiletries had already been placed in the massive bathroom, then led her to the bedroom and opened the closet that spanned the entire bedroom on the other side of the wall of the bathroom, where their clothes had been hung and their shoes had been placed. A dresser was also inside, and contained their neatly folded undergarments and swimwear.
"See? VIP service. They aren't going to put us in all this opulence and make us unpack our own shit. You're always my princess, but for the next nine days, you're also the Starlight Cruise Line's princess, so make the most of it, my dearest." Amanda beamed.
She carefully dried her hair as she had in their hotel room, teasing it and making her long dark locks shine as they had when boarding. She asked if the eatery had a dress code and Jake found nothing in the booklet that said it was black tie.
Amanda selected yet another pair of her seemingly-endless supply of shorts. Even before they'd returned to the realm and she had the Entity's powers to make a wardrobe, Amanda had been moving more and more to stockpiling shorts while she was in New York, even though they had exposed the scars on her legs at the time. Even after it got chilly she'd bought many pairs, in anticipation of the summer of 2007 that they were never to see unless they allowed themselves to age.
Since Jake loved her in purple, she selected another cropped top in an even darker shade and replaced the purple sandals on her feet while Jake kept his own attire casual in a form-fitting tee and khaki shorts. He wasn't a huge sandal wearer, and once again opted for the Top Sider boat shoes he'd been wearing when they left the hotel.
With themselves all sparkling clean, Jake stuck out his arm and they were off to see if they could not only eat their first meal in the real world, but actually enjoy it.