38. High Class Whore – Intro

I planned to leave this highbrow marina of mega-yachts and my lovely Vista behind in the early morning. About 4 o’clock in the evening I went up to shower. The water cascading over my body was refreshing and invigorating. Feeling like a new man, I visited the office to settle my bill.

“Good evening Mr. Sailor. What may we assist you with?”

“Well, I’m leaving in the early morning at sunrise. I want to thank you for allowing me to dock here and for your outstanding hospitality. I’d like to settle my bill and turn in my keys.”

“Why, of course, Mr. Sailor. Let me check your account.” He tapped and fiddled on his computer. “Mr. Sailor, it appears that your account is paid in full. And you can simply deposit your keys in the lockbox outside our door in the morning. We trust that you have enjoyed your stay.”

“Excuse me. You said paid in full?”

“Yes, Mr. Sailor.” He tapped some more. “It appears as if your charges were transferred to the Stardust account, sir. You have a zero balance.” He tapped the keyboard again. “Oh, and there’s a message for you as well. I’m sorry I didn’t see it earlier. Stardust has extended an invitation for you to join them this evening at 7 p.m., sir. Will there be anything else, sir?”

“No. That’s all. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“Good evening, Mr. Sailor. We hope you have a safe passage.”

As I walked back to my meager Love Boat I mulled over this state of events. Paid my dockage? Invited me for drinks? Who was this guy? What games was he playing? I mean, an average marina filled with boats of my size charges $100 to $300 per night for dockage based on how long your boat is. A marina like this, in Miami, would be ten times that. My bill must have been in the thousands.

And what the fuck was up with an invite for cocktails? Did he just want to flaunt that he had “won” Vista in my face? Was he so depraved that he wanted to use Vista in some sordid sex game? A three-way? Let me fuck her once more while he watched? Make me watch her sucking him off? I poured 4 fingers and downed them in one gulp. I was agitated.

I continued to turn all the possibilities over in my mind as I made final preparations for leaving. About 6:30, I couldn’t stand it. I had to know what I was walking into – if I even showed up. The scotch had dulled my senses and, against better judgment, I called Vista. Before she could answer I hung up.

Within moments my phone lit up. It was Vista. I let it ring a few times, took a deep breath and answered. “Vista?”

“Yes. Did you just call me? I show a missed call just now. Is everything alright?”

I was still pretty agitated. I barked at her “Vista, what the fuck is going on? I mean, pay my bill and invite me for cocktails? Who is this guy? What does he want from me? Shit, I’ve already given him my heart and soul. What more does he want?”

“Hold on….” There was a long pause, then “sorry, I had to move to a private place. Sailor, I don’t know. I’m the one who suggested that he pay your bill. Chump change over here and, well, just a nice gesture. As for the invite … I’m not really sure. He suggested it, saying that he wanted you to see us together, being happy and how that might ease your mind when leaving.