I still don't own Chuck.

I often get reviews that say one of my characters is acting OOC. I wince a little whenever I read that… because I'm not even sure it's possible for a Chuck character to be OOC. The show is notorious for having their characters act in ways that aren't consistent with what we'd seen up until then to meet whatever storyline they had in mind for that episode. In fact almost any characteristic you want to write into C/S, you can find someplace in the show to support your POV.

Morgan is the poster child for that. The show runners spin it as character growth. I have a different take. The Morgan of S1 - S3 and the Morgan of S4- S5 are simply not the same character. I'm not particularly fond of either, hence, neither annoyingly pathetic Morgan nor annoyingly confident super spy Morgan hardly ever make it into my stories. In fact, except for Long Road Home, I can't think of one time.

The reason that I bring it up is because Carina is also a little like that. S1 Carina was clearly more a rival to Sarah than a friend. She wasn't a very sympathetic character. She tried to seduce Chuck. She told him that she loved taking things that Sarah wanted. Her plan was to steal the diamond and leave Sarah holding the bag. She tricked Casey into thinking she was going to sleep with him (we assume) and left him handcuffed naked (as much as they could) to his bed.

S3 Carina was Sarah's one true spy friend. She was the one who recognized that Sarah was hurting because she was in love and felt scorned. She is the one who gave Sarah the tape where Chuck is telling her that he left her standing in Prague because he loved her so much (nice try, Chuck, but no sale, right?) Except she slept with Morgan. Eww, right? Not only that, she pursued him and threw herself at him. Double eww, right? Then she did another flip by acting shocked she was getting married. But she also immediately came to Sarah's aid in S4 and was a bridesmaid in her wedding. Laura in this story is basically the Carina of S3.

So mashing that all together is tough. My take on Carina is that she truly does love Sarah, but in a spy way. She is even a little protective of her ex-partner. She thinks she is dangerously naïve about being a spy and about men in general. She even thinks that Sarah's attitude about sex is unhealthy. In her mind being a spy means having a casual attitude about sex. That's how spies are supposed to be. It's how Laura and Joey are. She honestly would do almost anything to seduce Chuck, not out of spite, but to prove her point. Loving someone is dangerous. You can't depend on them. Bryce is the poster child. At a key point, they'll invariably let you down. She badly wants to win the bet because she's sure if she can just get Sarah to participate in that one wild night, she'll be hooked… and that would ultimately be good for her.

Except even on the show Carina really didn't know Sarah as well as she thought, did she? That was also true of Bryce. They only saw what she allowed them to see. Sarah's not ever going to be a drunken orgy kind of chick. And Chuck even less. And Casey even less than him, lol. Let's see how they deal with Carina and Laura drunk on their ass in the middle of the ocean with nothing keeping them from seeing how wild they can get… oh and a jealous Joey trying to make it to the big leagues.

If you've read all of my stories (and thanks) you'll recognize a couple of scenes in this chapter. Of course those other stories weren't rated M, lol.

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Party Boat

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True love is something that can't be purchased or earned. It's not something that you can ever deserve or even be worthy of. No matter how hard you look, true love can never be found anyplace where it didn't already exist. True love can also never be hidden once it is found to exist.

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The ten people who were staying on the ship were certainly in for a treat. Chuck couldn't pronounce the chef's twenty syllable French name. So after Sarah tried in vain to teach him about twenty times, in typical Chuck fashion he just called him Chef. But whatever his name was, he had outdone himself.

The dining room was decorated to look like an intimate candlelit club. Soft music was playing in the background. There were fresh flowers everywhere you looked. And the meal… it was simply amazing. It started off with an appetizer of a shrimp cocktail, with the biggest shrimp Chuck had ever seen, and crab stuffed mushrooms, also the biggest he had ever seen. The salad was buffet style, delivered to each person on a rolling cabinet so that they could build their own favorites from the rich selection of alternatives. The soup was a creamy lobster bisque, delivered piping hot. And just like last night, the filet simply melted in your mouth. Of course Sarah was far more interested in the lobster. Chef couldn't have possibly known how much Sarah loved twice baked potatoes, so it was probably just a lucky guess. But it was one that had her suitably impressed. Some perfectly sautéed asparagus rounded out the main course.

Chef was French. So naturally crème brulee was his specialty. It was served flaming at the table with the richest coffee, directly from Columbia, that Chuck had ever tasted. He and Sarah separately made it a point to visit him in the galley and thank him for the basically perfect meal.

The meal was so fabulous that nobody was in any hurry to end it any time soon. So they dawdled for a long time. In fact, by the time the meal was officially over, it was time to go out onto the front deck and watch the spectacular show that Mother Nature provided nightly, the sun setting from the cloudless sky into the ocean.

This was the time for Carina to implement the plan she had worked so hard on. She recruited Joey to help with phase one. That part was easy. So the prearranged conspiracy to get Sarah drunk on her ass shifted into high gear. The bar was well stocked with almost every type of adult beverage known to man. So Casey was able to find his scotch. Rum was the typical drink in these parts, and there was plenty to spare. But tequila was clearly the bloodthirsty drug runner drink of choice. There were cases of the stuff.

Laura more than likely would have been part of Carina's plan up to this point. She didn't know about and wouldn't have approved of Carina's ultimate end game. But she would definitely enjoy seeing Sarah drunk. Unfortunately for a while she was busy setting up the front deck for tonight's party. She knew the ship well, having basically lived on it for the past few months. And while the part that she was an expert in, the ceiling of the stateroom, wasn't in play tonight, she still knew where everything was, enough to quickly set up the deck as if it was a club, complete with soft lights and a dance floor.

Besides, Carina and Joey really didn't need any help. They were tag teaming her rather expertly, alternating doing a shot with her after every song while the other found some other place to be. Sarah loved to dance so much that she clearly didn't pick up on the fact that she was being played.

After the fifth or sixth shot, Chuck had honestly lost count himself, he tried to gently warn her. "Don't you think that maybe you should slow down a little?" he asked gently. "You're going to get sick."

Sarah wasn't visibly drunk, not yet anyway. You had to know her pretty well to look into her eyes and see the change that the tequila had caused. "Come on, Chuck," she replied with a pout. "We talked about this, didn't we? Lighten the fuck up. This is a party. Are you my daddy?"

That struck Joey as funny. So she plopped down on his lap playfully and put her arms around his neck. "That's right, Chuck," she said with a big silly grin. "This is a party. Lighten the fuck up." Then she turned to Sarah. "Actually on this mission he's my daddy."

That got everyone laughing. It was also the tip off that Carina's plan was working wonderfully, better than she even expected. The Sarah of a few hours ago may not have minded Joey sitting on his lap, for a second as a joke. But she would have clearly found some excuse to pull her off by now. In fact she just sat there laughing. She even seemed oblivious to the fact that as Joey was getting more and more comfortable, Chuck was getting more and more uncomfortable. That alone said that she wasn't in total control of her mental process.

The one thing that she was in total control of was the dancing. In fact, Sarah was a wild thing on that dance floor. No surprise there, that was pretty much always basically true. It was funny, for as conservative as Sarah was normally, she wasn't at all bashful when she was dancing. She always turned into a wild uninhibited blur of flying blonde hair and pure undiluted sexy… but tonight even that reached a new level as the high octane tequila Carina, Joey, and now Laura kept pouring into her revved her engine. Chuck quickly found himself unable to physically keep up with her. And that was fine. She danced with Josh and Joey, and even Laura a few times when he needed a break.

And Sarah plainly wasn't the only target tonight. Laura and Carina were also clearly tag teaming, working on the rookie spy to see how quickly they could get her initiated into partying in true big girl spy style. But that first meant getting her comfortable being more and more naked. Let's be clear. Joey was never bashful about publicly showing groups of men her tits on a mission. You didn't graduate from the CIA Academy if you were. It's just that privately she usually preferred them to be covered. But like the young teen who was finally invited to sit at the big table with the adults, Joey was obviously eager to fit in with the veteran spies. Naturally, neither Carina nor Laura would have any problem dancing on that floor wearing only a smile. But that wasn't the point. They wouldn't be happy until Joey was the one wearing only a smile. They also weren't above tricking her to get it to happen. They were plainly working her slowly down the corruption path that led to true spy slutdom.

So far it was relatively tame. At one time or another the three ladies must have disappeared for a moment. Because it suddenly became clear that all three had somehow misplaced their bras. Then every once in a while as they were dancing with her, Carina or Laura would reach down, pop open another button, and then look expectantly at Joey until she complied. Clearly the plan was that quite soon the shirts would become irrelevant, and eventually hit the floor. Already you didn't have to look all that hard on the dance floor to get a peak at a semi bare breast as they bounced around to the wild beat.

Carina quite frankly wasn't paying all that much attention to Joey at this point. Her decent into slutdom would have to be left in Laura's more than capable hands for a while. She had her own problems. Oh she was sure that she could get Bartowski in the sack. He was a man, wasn't he? That wasn't the issue. The real issue was could she do it tonight? This was going to be by far her best chance in the two days before she lost the bet.

The first part of Carina's plan was by all accounts a smashing success. Even though the night had barely begun, Sarah was clearly already… well, smashed. She was far drunker than Carina had ever seen her. Sarah was definitely right about one thing earlier. She was very careful about getting drunk. It was a favorite tactic of the bad guys to try and get you drunk so that you would blow your cover. But it was also a favorite tactic of the good guys to get you drunk so that you would blow… well, something else. And Carina knew her secret. Sarah became very vulnerable to certain men when she was drunk, always had been. That's why she quickly learned to never allow herself to go that far. During the C.A.T. days she constantly made Zondra promise to watch over her and get her home alone whenever there was drinking involved. And Zondra, to her credit, had always resisted Carina's pleading to allow Sarah to go for it, and had rescued her from being an easy target more than once.

But she currently was, an easy target, that is. That much became plain when Joey was able to call her chicken a few times and egg her into misplacing her own bra. Carina was a little surprised that she would be that bold in front of Chuck. And Chuckles plainly did a double take when they returned and he saw the clear outline of her hard nipples sticking through that fairly shear shirt. He was just as plainly not all that happy with her. They already had exchanged some not so pleasant words.

Fortunately the plan called for them to be kept apart as much as possible. Joey was immediately dispatched to dance with Chuck while Carina led Sarah into tipping back three more shots of tequila in rapid secession. In fact, Carina was starting to feel the effects herself. Joey clearly didn't mind her assignment, even confessed during the 'misplacing the bras' trip, whispering into Carina's ear that she had more than a little case of the hots for him. She even semi snuggled with him on the couch a little while Sarah danced with Laura. Poor bastard was clueless, on both fronts. Carina was careful not to let Joey get too carried away. After all, it wouldn't help anything for Chuck to fuck Joey out of spite. In order to win the bet it had to be her.

That meant that phase two was a go. She had already set it up. Carina was nothing if not a meticulous planner. After all, she had spent all afternoon stuck in her bedroom instead of enjoying the sea air, fucking Donny just to talk him into doing his part. The funny thing was that Donny wasn't even her type, not even a little bit. But he was Sarah's type. That pretty bad boy style with the boyish hair and the confident smile. She could deny it all she wanted. But even drunk on her ass, Carina could see the sparkle in Sarah's eyes when, with their prearranged signal of a single nod, he surprised her by coming over and asking her to dance. And normally before she danced with another man she would have asked Chuck if it was okay. She had even asked him earlier before she danced with Josh. Not this time. She just smiled sweetly, extended her hand, and walked away with him.

And Chuck definitely noticed. Hell, he would have had to have been blind not to notice. They danced for a few minutes. But now she was standing off to the side of the dance floor with him in the shadow, laughing at something he had just said. Clearly she was incorrectly assuming that it was too dark to be seen while she allowed him to make his move. He was standing much closer to her than normally would be appropriate. In fact he more or less had her effectively pinned against the wall. Not that she was making any attempt to move. The main tip off was when she actually reached down and plainly unbuttoned one more button on her shirt. It was a plain signal that even Chuck understood.

Carina actually had to suppress a grin as she watched Donny work her. It was like taking candy from a baby. The hand that had started gently rubbing her arm as they talked had now moved to rubbing her side, going higher with every rub, getting dangerously close to the side of her mostly unprotected chest. Without Zondra to rescue her, the end game was fairly obvious. She might resist for a while but it was now not a matter of if she was going to willingly surrender her panties to Donny. The question now was would it happen in Donny's bed, or in some dark semi hidden spot on the ship.

But getting Sarah to fuck someone had always been the easy part of the plan. Carina didn't win the bet until she could talk Chuck into getting back at Sarah by fucking her. It was time to move in for the kill. So Carina shooed Joey away with a look and plopped down next to him. Chuck watched for a while in clear disgust, took a shot of tequila from the table, and tipped it back firmly. "She's actually going to fuck him, isn't she?" It was far more statement than question.

Carina looked into his eyes. She had to fight the partial urge to feel sorry for him. Yes, there would be more than a little heartbreak tonight, for both of them. But it was ultimately a good thing for their relationship. Carina would make sure of that. He had been drinking quite a bit himself. There was some pain there, but mostly it was anger. This was over. The fish had taken the bait and was firmly on the hook. All that was left was to reel him in, gut him, and devour him for dinner.

"Yup," she said with a matter of fact tone. "She is. Look at him. He is exactly her type, Chuck. He's Bryce. He's Seth. You know that I'm right. You can see it in her eyes just as plainly as I can. It happened over and over in the C.A.T. days. She could maybe resist him if she was sober. But in about five minutes, he's going to invite her to his room. And in his room she is going to turn into a wild thing, just like she always did with Bryce. She'll fuck him two, maybe three times. She'll feel bad after it's over, again just like she always did with Bryce. Then she'll start to sober up and realize what she's done. She'll run to you tomorrow, cry her eyes out, and beg you to forgive her. She'll blame it on the tequila, promise that it'll never happen again. But we know better, don't we? It's a predictable cycle. For tonight Sarah Walker belongs to him. He's her weakness. We both know it. If he moved his hand to her chest right now, she'd stand there in the open and let him feel her up. She's helpless. I'm surprised that he hasn't. He knows that he can get her to do anything he wants."

"I could go over there and kick his ass," Chuck said as he tipped back yet another shot.

"Of course you could," Carina said. "But is that really the point? You could stop her tonight. You could start a big fight, make her feel guilty, and drag her back to your room and sleep it off. I don't deny any of that. Zondra did the same thing for her tons of times. And if you did, she'd feel horrible about it tomorrow. But Sarah is a beautiful woman. She is a magnet for these pretty boy types. And they are everywhere, Chuck. Donny is not even one of the best at this. Someday, you're not going to be there when she's vulnerable. And if she is going to fuck Donny tonight, she is eventually going to fuck the guy when you're not there to stop her. Isn't that all you need to know? You're actually lucky that you finally understand who she is, who she's always been. It doesn't mean that she doesn't love you. She does in her own way. Now do yourself a favor. Stop being such a chump, accept the situation for what it is, and use it to your advantage. Nobody is being evil here, Chuck. It's just the spy way."

"You just want to win your bet with her," Chuck said. "Admit it."

"Of course," Carina said with a smile. "I'll not make any effort to deny that. But it appears to me that you can get something out of this too. Besides getting back at her, that is. Maybe you could let her know in the only language she truly understands that there are consequences for her making you stand by while she is fucking other men basically right in front of you. If you're smart, it's something that you'll be able to use against her whenever you want something for years."

Chuck considered that for a long moment. Finally his decision was plainly made. "What do I get tonight?" he asked.

"What do you want?" Carina asked as her grin turned sinister. "Besides the obvious. Trust me, Chuck. I understand that you're maybe skeptical. Not to brag but I'm very, very good at this."

"That's not good enough," Chuck said. "Do you really think that Sarah doesn't use sex with me? I get all of the sex I can handle and then some. Sarah is not going to like losing your bet. That's an understatement. I'm going to find a very cold side of the bed for more than one night. I expect that you are going to make her do some wild things that she has never done before. If this is going to happen, I get something special. I have some very specific… um, needs. Sarah has so far been rather unwilling to come through for me. If I deliver her to you on a silver platter here, you win a day of total control over her. I'd like you to use some of that control to make her unwillingness go away."

Carina was somewhat surprised that Chuck was negotiating, especially about sex. Actually very surprised… and frankly more than a little impressed. "Done," she said. "You're right. She will be doing lot's of things she's never done before. She needs to learn how much fun it can be to let go. But trust me, I have every intention of making sure that you have a very good day too. That's sort of the point. She needs to get over her hang ups. So for two of the hours, I'll make her do anything you say, put her under your total control. Now shall we get down to it?"

"Not quite yet," Chuck said. "No offense, but I really don't want to do this. It's against my better judgment. So I need to insure that the discomfort I'm going to earn comes with something that makes it worth it to me. I'm thinking I get a fantasy fulfilled. I also want you under my total control for two hours… tonight."

Carina was wrong a second ago. Now she was impressed. She was beyond surprised. Stunned was more like it, and maybe even a little aroused. Chuck so wasn't her type, but she had clearly underestimated him, didn't think he had it in him to push his advantage so far and get what he wanted. It would have been worth giving him his fantasy to win the bet anyway, but now she was dying to see what this kinky sex act was that Sarah wouldn't do. "I'll need to record enough of it to prove to Sarah that it happened," she said.

Carina noticed the concern come over his face. "Come on, Chuck," she chided. "You're taking the narrow view here. Imagine the fun you'll have watching her face when she's watching it."

Chuck's look of concern slowly turned into a smile. "I guess," he finally said. "If we're going to do this, it might as well be balls out."

Carina grinned. She absolutely loved winning bets, especially this one. It was ultimately for Sarah's own good. But she also had a special fantasy or two that Agent Walker was going to finally make come true for her. Was there anything wrong with that? "Why Chuck," she said as she stood up and extended her hand. "I don't think I could have said it any better myself."

"I do believe that we have reached a deal."

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Carina Miller was forced to admit something to herself on the short walk to her bedroom. She had underestimated Chuck Bartowski. Or maybe being around the spy life was starting to rub off. Whatever the reason, he was a totally different person, calm, confident. And with the new haircut, he was downright sexy. Carina could feel the tingle building inside her panties. Okay, she had been drinking. That usually brought out the horns. But maybe fulfilling this fantasy of his wouldn't be such a chore after all. She was actually having a hard time keeping her hand from shaking as she set up the phone on the table to record this event for Sarah's proof.

Carina knew that she would get the most pleasure out of this if she could keep some measure of control. Maybe his fantasy could be preempted. After all, she already knew what every man's fantasy was. "I suppose we should start this night off with a bang," she said. "Laura is always bragging how good she is at blowjobs. I've been told that I'm not half bad either. Why don't you let me prove it?"

Chuck shook his head firmly. "We had a deal," he said. "I'm totally in charge for two hours. You committed to give me my biggest fantasy." He glanced at his watch. "That begins now. I expect to be treated with the proper respect."

To say that Carina was surprised didn't come close. Her excitement had just jumped about five notches. "Okay," she said with a grin. "Yes, we have a deal. Do you want me to call you Daddy? Master?"

"Sir will do," Chuck said. "I want you to look in the camera and tell Sarah how exciting it can be to be helpless, to be forced to submit."

"Yes, sir," Carina said. She turned to face the camera. "Chuck is right. I'm on fire." It wasn't an act. She was on fire.

"Strip for her," Chuck said. "Make it as sexy as you possibly can."

Carina was admittedly a little puzzled. From where Chuck was sitting, he could barely see her when she was facing the camera. But he was the boss. This was his fantasy. And honestly stripping for Sarah was hotter than doing it for Chuck would have been anyway. Tomorrow Sarah would be definitely be the one stripping for an audience for the first time. The very thought was making her knees weak. "Yes, sir," she said as she swayed to the music from the party outside that could still be faintly heard. She began by slowly unbuttoning her shirt and allowing it to slide to the floor. Even though she was trying to go slowly, she wasn't wearing that much. Quickly enough she was down to her panties.

"That's good," Chuck said. "For now anyway. I need your handcuffs."

Suddenly Carina understood why Sarah wouldn't ever do this for him. Spies were taught - you never, ever allowed a mark to cuff you. It made you helpless. "Chuck…" she began hesitantly.

"Sir?" Chuck firmly corrected. "We had a deal. If I don't get what I've been promised it's off. And yes, I get that you don't want to be totally helpless. Tough. Turn and tell Sarah how excited you are while you're putting the cuff on your left wrist. Then get on the bed."

Carina quickly decided that she had little choice. It was plain that if she didn't do this, she had just lost the bet. And maybe there was some educational value for Sarah here. So she did what he had demanded. "I'm completely helpless," she said as she snapped the cuff on her wrist and climbed unto the bed. "Both physically and figuratively. Just like you're going to be tomorrow. You're going to admit to me that you're on fire, just like I am."

Chuck had her lie down on her back and reach both arms over her head. He looped the cuffs through the headboard and snapped them in place on her other wrist. She was firmly attached. Then he pulled out a cloth. "I don't want to have to listen to your incessant jabbering," he said. "This is about my fantasy, not yours. Open wide."

Carina was more and more confused. Here she was lying on the bed naked and helpless. And he wasn't even looking at her. With any other man they would be currently fucking. What exactly did he have in mind? But she clearly didn't have a choice now. Why fight it? So she just opened her mouth as he demanded.

"Wider," Chuck said with a grin. Once she silently complied, he tied the gag firmly into place. Then he faced the camera. "Well, Sarah, I believe that I've just earned my reward," he said with a silly grin. "And yes, she was right about one thing. You're going to be on fire paying off."

After Chuck sent the video to Sarah's phone he turned to Carina, making sure to only look at her face. "Maybe you finally have figured this out," he said. "My biggest fantasy has always been to spend a fun night with my wife without you fucking with us. Thank you for making it finally come true. I seriously don't know what is going on inside that, well sick is the only word I can come up with, head of yours. But trying to turn Sarah into one of your CIA whores isn't going to happen. And even if it did, it would destroy her. You're just wrong about Sarah. You don't know her nearly as well as you think you do. She is currently playing your pretty boy just like I played you."

Chuck turned to leave. He paused a bit at the door. "Just so that we understand each other," he said. "Whatever happens to you for the rest of the night, well you have it totally coming. You're getting off incredibly easy here. Anybody who would fuck with her head looks a whole lot like an enemy to me." His anger was plainly visible.

"Do us both a big favor and stay the fuck away from me."

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