Sandy, a young native of the Florida Keys becomes one of the best boat men in the keys. He begins to work for the FBI and Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) where he meets and marrys Fiona.
Fiona is a succeed at any cost DEA agent. Fiona will screw anyone who might provide her with leads to a drug smuggler, so that she can rise in the ranks of the DEA. As a result of Fiona's recklessness, she and Sandy are captured by drug pirates. Sandy is eventually allowed to sail the boat he and Fiona were using back to port in order that he can report the abduction of Fiona and tie up the FBI and DEA forces.
Fiona and four drug dealer women are then released naked and with their hands bound behind them on Keys beaches. Each woman is subjected to sexual adventures. The purpose behind the release of the naked women is to create sexual outrage and draw the attention of the FBI and DEA away from a major drug pirate raid.
Only Sandy can see the plan behind the release of the naked women and he must then try to stop the drug pirates. The pirates are heavily armed and Sandy has only his boat. Then again, Sandy is a very good boat man.
Editorial: contains a good story told from the perspective of a few key characters. Also contains rape scenes which some may find disturbing.
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Fiona says, “When a guy is after pussy, he doesn’t think. He
says anything that might get him the pussy he is after. If I pretend
to be a little air head who's so impressed with drug smugglers that
she just might give up pussy to work for a real drug smuggler, I can
get useful information.”
Of course, Fiona can't get useful information. Even with pussy as
bait. However, the useless information she might get will maybe allow
me to find some useful information.
I try to argue Fiona out of her sexy spy plan, because that's
the best way to insure that she'll actually try it.
Fiona is totally out of control. She's focused only on her
precious career. Anything that'll advance her career is OK, no matter
the danger to herself or to me. She not only can't and won't listen
to me; she'll refuse to listen to her own mind telling her that what
she's doing is insane.
Fiona dresses up like a whore and slithers through the bars
that we have heard that the drug smugglers frequent. By the end of
the first night she has more fingerprints on her tits than the DEA
master file. I suspect that the information she has gotten isn’t only
worthless, it’s information carefully designed to lure us into a trap.
I do some preliminary investigation the next day and confirm my
suspicions. I then tell Fiona of the results of my investigations.
Unfazed, Fiona slithers through more bars. Not only does she
get fingerprints on her tits, but also on her pussy. I don’t know how
many guys she fucks, but the further information she gets is also
worthless on the surface.
I analyze the information that Fiona has fucked out of the
boys. The routes and times they suggest are traps for a sail boat.
They're narrow routes that allow no real evasive action by a sail
boat. A power boat can easily chase down a sail boat and board us if
we use the routes that Fiona’s boys have given us.
OK, the information that Fiona was given is worse than
useless. However, she did get a lot of information. The information
covers all of the normally useful ways from the open sea into our
delivery point.
The one area the fuck boys don’t suggest is the only way we
just might make it. It’s an area of reefs and rocks. A sail boat
has no advantage over a power craft in such an area and, in fact, is
at a disadvantage. However, an experienced boat Captain has a huge
advantage over some power boat driver who doesn’t really know the
area.
Fiona slowly realizes that she's been played for a fool.
She's angry, but only because she hasn’t gotten useful information
from selling her pussy. Fiona isn’t a total fool and will file away
the fact that she isn’t going to get anything useful playing the whore
spy.
Fiona then develops another tactic that might actually give
us a better chance to survive a sailboat smuggling run.
OK, Fiona goes back to her drug man and screws the final OK for the
cocaine buy.
While she does get the final OK, I point out that she doesn’t
get any real information, other than the pickup point. We have no
idea what sort of delivery vehicle we will have to deal with or how
many men might be aboard the delivery vehicle.
Fiona says, “Well, we'll find out all of that when we make
the drug buy, now won't we?
I say, “We may find out that we have signed our own death
warrant.”
Fiona won't answer me, primarily because there's no answer to what
I've just said.
I can see that Fiona is so blinded by her need to climb the
DEA power structure that she can't see anything but her next step up
the ladder.
I can also see that we're trapped. However I can't see any
way out of the trap other than to keep going while looking for an
exit. So, I do the best I can to prepare the sail boat for the drug
buy voyage.
We sail out one moonless night and rendezvous with a drug
ship. It’s a very large, ocean going ship, probably from South
America. The ship dispatches a small boat with four hard boys on
board who are prepared to take our money without giving us any
cocaine.
We have what look to be AK-47 assault rifles and a generally
nasty attitude. The hard boys have us outnumbered. However, the
delivery boys want no part of an AK-47 shootout. Even if they kill
us, they'll take casualties and they aren’t owners, they're just
delivery boys. The risks aren’t worth the reward.
We also have a completely nude Fiona. Once they decide not
to start a war, the delivery boys are then so busy ogling Fiona that
we might have taken the cocaine and not paid. However, that last
would have put us out of the cocaine smuggling business for good,
since the hard boys would then be sent after us with 'come back with
the cocaine or don't come back' orders. Also, since a high-powered
motor boat can easily chase us down before we could get to a safe
port; theft would almost certainly mean death in a shootout.
Once we have the cocaine on board and the hard boys are on
their way back to the big ship, I expect Fiona to put her bikini back
on. She just grins at me in a sort of nasty manner and tells me, “No
one is going to shoot a nude lady. It would be a terrible waste. My
tits and pussy display will get us safely back to dock. Learn to live
with it.”
