They parked at the marina and walked toward Marge`s yacht. There were a lot of
huge boats, and some smaller, but when they got to hers, the Sea Queen, it was definitely
larger than most, with a sleek shape, not too high out of the water. Marge led the way,
swinging her backside a little as she climbed the ladder, intentionally, he thought. He
followed her through to the wood-finished cabin, and there was the wheel, in front of the
windshield. She turned around, up at the front, and said, I don`t invite every pro onto
my boat. Ones I consider special, only.
I`m flattered, said Pete.
My relationship with you is one of a whore and pimp. If you want to work for me, you
have to be willing to have sex with me, any time I choose. If you want to be one of my
favourites, you have to be willing to do anything I ask. You want to be my favourite,
don`t you? Or are you really working for the police? Don`t be shy. Tell me which one is
it? Are you my favourite whore or are you a rat?
I`m your favourite.
Oh. So you`ll do anything.
Yes.
I may think that you`re a cop
I haven`t made up my mind. Take off your clothes.
Pete got undressed. He put his clothes on the chair.
I want you to put your hands on the wheel, said Marge, stepping aside.
He stared at the wheel, and then stepped forward, putting his hands at the ten and two
o`clock position. Meanwhile, Marge was rummaging through the cabinet, and came out with a
couple of ropes. He stared at them, eyes afraid. I`m going to tie you up, she said.
She proceeded to tie him to the steering wheel. She made the ropes tight. Then she
returned to the cabinet and got a whip with black tassels. She went behind him, and
started whipping him, on the back, sending shots of pain up his spine, hurting him so he
gasped.
This is nothing, Marge said. It`s a test to see if you`re a rat, that`s all. She
hit him a few more times. Each time really hurt, though. He pushed against the wheel, to
get away from the whip, but she tied him very tight. He couldn`t do anything except wait
for it to be over. So he did, squeezing the wheel with white fingers.
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