RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 424: Scheme 3: Exotic Professions

Galveston, a seaside city on the Gulf of Texas, southeast from my previous location, hosted several boats.

Waving the driver goodbye and leaving him a generous tip for his service, I turned to look for my boat when an appreciated presence approached.

It was a she, a woman blessed with beautiful dirty-blonde hair, a pair of sunglasses perched on her head, a white skirt, and a tight black top. She walked up to me with a smile, immediately extending her hand.

"Mr. Lawson."

I took the beauty’s hand, shaking it as she introduced herself.

"I’m Carmine Fabian, your guide during your stay at Galveston Bay and aboard the ’White Kite.’"

Carmine was busty and thick. Her attire highlighted her assets, and to top off her appearance, her sun-kissed brown skin glowed under the sunlight.

"Are you a sailor?"

"What gave it away?"

"Your skin."

Carmine smiled, confirming my observation, and led me to the ’White Kite.’

The White Kite was a 60-foot yacht, its exterior sparkling white. From the outside, I could see it had three floors. Stepping in, I traced my hand over the finely carved brown wood decorating the interior.

"How much am I renting this?"

"Along with the crew, $7,000 for the day, sir," Carmine said, standing behind me.

"Can you show me around?"

"Sure."

The female took the lead once more, her jiggling calm as she moved, her wide hips only accentuating her form.

"Where are you from, Carmine?"

"I was born here in Texas, but my parents come from Uruguay."

"Hmm, that explains...."

"Explains what, sir?" Carmine innocently looked back at me, fluttering her eyes.

"The package behind you."

The woman followed my gaze to land on her butt, her expression turning embarrassed.

"Thank you," she said, turning and moving forward, adding an extra sway to her steps.

It was clear Martha had done well on this end.

"Hmm, this is too easy; it’s beginning to lose taste. Perhaps it’s time I upgrade my appetite," I told myself, a couple of famous images coming to mind.

My budding appetite aside, Carmine had made a mention that left me confused.

"You mentioned crewmates. I haven’t seen anyone else on the boat."

"Follow me," Carmine said, this time extending her left hand.

I subjected myself to the torture of watching the woman’s curves from a close distance but without touching.

We climbed a few stairs to the top floor, leading into the control room, where only a single individual was present.

"This is Captain Deli Fakash, and together we are your crew."

Carmine released my hand, stepping aside, allowing the captain to approach and extend her hand.

"I’m delighted to take you over the waters, sir."

Unlike Carmine, Deli had long black hair, a white captain’s cap perched on her head, marking her position and professionalism—but that was where it ended. My gaze fell to her chest, exposed by a cropped version of a sailor uniform, her large bust pressing against it. On her legs, instead of trousers, she wore tight shorts.

I didn’t need to ask, her face showed it clearly, Deli wasn’t Latin. Her tanned skin still displayed her white heritage, her image reminding me of a certain troublesome girl.

Looking between the two women, images of Sophie and Isabella came to mind.

"You’re the captain?" I asked, taking her hand.

"Yes, sir."

I was skeptical.

"You’re sure you can properly cruise this boat?"

"Yes, sir. I have seven years’ experience at sea. I’ve captained the White Kite for the last four months."

Deli spoke with full confidence, and sure I could survive any calamity, I moved past my doubts.

"Are you aware of the goal for today?"

"No, sir. All I know is the boat is yours until noon tomorrow, and to follow your orders as long as they are acceptable."

"Well, in that case, I’ll tell you now: your goal is to tail the ’Sunrise’ until I say otherwise."

It took both Deli and Carmine only a second to snap their heads to the left, eyes trained on a vessel painted bright blue and red.

"You mean the yacht?" Deli confirmed.

"Yes. Keep your distance. We don’t want to alert them."

My orders caused the female captain to narrow her eyes, but she quietly nodded.

"You must be tired from your travel. Let Carmine lead you to your cabin so you can cool down.

I’ll stay here and keep an eye on the boat."

"Good."

Leading me back down the stairs, Deli showed me to the bottom deck, opening a door that revealed an opulent space.

"This is exquisite."

"Thank you," the female bowed.

A large bed with white sheets and golden blankets dominated one side of the room. A small table sat at the other end, and a circular rug rested in the center.

"I would have expected a fish tank," I said, recalling the sights I’d seen on my last boat.

I remembered dinner, and against my better judgment, my body desired to claim her. She and Amber were the most elitist females I had conquered.

"Shame they have no place in my harem," I shook my head.

"Sorry to disappoint. There is a tank on the upper deck, though."

"I see."

"I’ll be taking my leave now," the blonde said, stepping back, but I stopped her.

"No need. Come in. Let’s have our fun."

Carmine paused, then entered and closed the door.

As she turned to me, a deep hunger filled her gaze, and I couldn’t help but admire her act. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Before we commence, I’d like to know: how do people like you and Deli come about?"

Carmine smiled knowingly, clearly not the first to be asked this question.

"People have fetishes, and then they have money," she said, moving toward me, pulling off her top to reveal her breasts.

"There comes a point when an act is no longer enough. They don’t want a woman to dress up as a sailor and serve them.

They want the real thing, a woman who’s studied and worked hard, earned her position, and become a certified captain. The feeling they get from pinning down such a woman is on a whole other level."

At this point, Carmine was close to me, her hands unbuttoning my shirt.

"Every profession has its slut, Mr. Lawson.

A doctor who genuinely treats you and then, at night, sneaks in to suck your cock and ride you.

Your child’s teacher who calls you over so you can fuck her.

Your desires are limited only by your money."