Book Excerpt from The Vixen The Lust Boat Book 2

Contents

Title

Chapter 1 – 
Cocktail Party on the Vixen

Chapter 2 – 
The Girlfriends Talk

Chapter 3
 – The Wife Goes Crazy

Chapter 4
 – The Boardroom

Chapter 5
 – Time Alone with Vicky

Chapter 6 – Girls Night Out

Chapter 7 – Nick Gantry

Chapter 8 – Tabs and Amy

Chapter 9 – Arriving at Aruba

From the Author

THE VIXEN

First Trilogy

The Lust Boat Book 2

by Anna Dubois

A Short Story 19,604 words

Copyright ©2014 All Rights Reserved

Chapter 1

– Cocktail Party on the Vixen

We were below decks on the Vixen, the staff was catering delightful finger food and drinks.

Vicky Combs is a long-time friend of mine and over the past several days she has graciously been my personal host aboard her luxury yacht, The Vixen.

I called up Vicky, basically in the middle of the night, after my wife slapped me in the face with an affair on our anniversary vacation in Barbados.

Since then she and her girlfriends have been pampering me aboard the Vixen with delightful distractions of fun and games.

Vicky was busy flirting around the room with her guests and she dragged me with her. Apparently she wanted to protect me from the salacious advances of the more outgoing women.

I was introduced to everyone at the party in the first hour. Vicky and I were just standing off to the side watching people intermingle and enjoy themselves.

People danced and drinks flowed. There was a lot of exposed flesh as the women glided around the room dressed in evening cocktail dresses.

It was an environment that inspired lust and a naughty nature of adventure. Vicky was having a blast watching everything. She seemed to get almost as much pleasure from being a voyeur as she did participating.

“Where’s Amy?” Vicky said looking around.

“She wanted to be more discrete and do her security stuff,” I said.

“You know that’s not necessary when we’re not in port. The Vixen has her own security and I told her to put her guns away unless we were in port.”

“Yeah, I know. But you know how protective Amy is,” I said.

“Yes, she’s your favorite little pit bull, isn’t she?”

I laughed. “She sure is. Sometimes its fun watching her get all worked up. But she does perform a serious function and she’s very good at it.”

“Yes, she is. A beautiful woman like her is easily dismissed as a threat until its too late. It gives her an edge over someone that hasn’t done their homework.”

“That’s right it does. Amy has built up a pretty formidable reputation as my personal security escort over the past four years.”

“Oh, the guests are becoming more daring I see. This may turn into a pretty interesting soiree after all,” Vicky noted as she glanced around the room.

The staff had decorated the room with swaths of fabric that created a separate area for dancing and conversation for a larger group. Other small secluded areas had been created using fabrics of various shades and translucency to provide more intimate areas that guests could use for more privacy.

It created an interesting effect, like we were a group of gypsies camped out somewhere, taking the time to enjoy the pleasures of life.

It turned the large banquet style room into a land of fantasy with hints of naughty promises for those that chose to pursue them.

We could see shadows from some of these areas from the way the lighting was setup. It had the effect of viewing a movie with shadow characters acting out a scene for us while remaining anonymous.

It was a pleasure that both exhibitionists and voyeurs alike could enjoy without disturbing each other.

Some of the shadow dancing left little doubt of what was happening within, while other fabrics and lighting concealed almost everything.

We stood there enjoying our drinks in silence captivated by a shadow couple where a topless woman was obviously giving a guy head.

I was surprised at how exciting the imagery was. I looked around the room and noticed that dancing couples and people gathered together in groups of conversation were also peeking at the shadow shows.

“You know, this thing should be called ‘The Lust Boat’. I still can’t believe what you and your guests do here,” I told Vicky.

“This thing you’re talking about cost me over half a billion dollars. Show her the proper respect she deserves,” Vicky said as she pouted at me.

“Do you ever take the Vixen to the Monaco Yacht Show?” I asked Vicky.

“Oh, no dear. She is not a small girl. The Vixen is 160 meters in length and is more similar to The Dubai than any other vessel of her kind. She needs a proper port facility, the Vixen will never see a marina.”

“So the Vixen needs comparable docking facilities for a cruise ship?” I said.

“Yes, almost. She really isn’t as big as most cruise liners today. But she is considerably larger than what most people envision when you speak about a yacht. The Eclipse and the Azzam are also both larger yachts, but we’re all longer than 500 feet with at least six decks,” Vicky said, as she explained what she considered were comparable ships.

Vicky added. “She doesn’t have beach works or any of that stuff. The Vixen is made to be at sea, not take you to a beach. If you want to go to the beach you’ll have to get there by a smaller craft or helicopter.”

I rolled my eyes. “Girls and their toys.”

Vicky punched me on the shoulder.

“You brat!” Vicky said. “You can’t use a declaration of exasperation by women against women.”

I grinned. “Why not?”

“You just can’t!” Vicky grunted.

We looked at each other and laughed while we enjoyed our drinks and watched the other guests.

Sometimes it was fun just being a voyeur.

The guests mingled and flirted with each other while they danced or chatted among themselves.

You could see that the game of nature played out between men and women. The atmosphere of the room was heady with seduction. Women interested for male attention made themselves available and the men pursued those that attracted them.

“Having fun watching the game?” She said.

I turned and noted with surprise that Tabs, Tabitha Gray, my executive assistant had arrived.

“Wow! You look enchanting this evening, Tabs,” I told her, noticing the slinky cocktail dress Tabs wore with appreciation.

Tabs laughed. “What? This old thing?” She was pleased with my compliment.

“Oh, stop it. You’re getting as bad a Vicky, fishing for compliments. I know you don’t need to have your ego stroked.”

Tabs pouted and she smacked my shoulder.

“He’s no fun!” Tabs turned to Vicky and gave her a hug. “It’s nice to see you again, Vicky.”

Tabs glared at me.

Vicky laughed. “Welcome aboard, dear. It’s always a pleasure.”

“The Vixen is wonderful!” Tabs said, enthusiastic about being aboard Vicky’s private luxury yacht.

Vicky beamed. “Thank you, she’s my pride and joy. The sour puss over here was just saying that it should be called ‘The Lust Boat’. The nerve some people’s children have. Can you believe it?”

Vicky joined Tabs glaring at me. The two women had ganged up and were poised for attack.

“No, I can’t believe that Jeff would be so rude about such a magnificent ship,” Tabs accused me.

I shrugged and just ignored them. I went back to watching the passengers flirt with each other. It was more interesting than feeding the women that wanted to tease me with more ammunition.

I enjoyed their mutual exasperation as I ignored them. This was something they didn’t expect and soon they were looking for some other way to get my attention.

“What?” I asked hearing Vicky and Tabs mentioning my name.

“Nothing,” Vicky said. “I was just telling Tabs about how lovely Moni is tonight, and how enamored you were with her little show in the cold dip pool at the spa earlier.”

“She can be hard to ignore sometimes,” I agreed.

We laughed and watched as more groups broke off from the main area as they moved into the secluded alcoves of shadow fabric.

Most of them were couples, but some people joined each other in the little nooks in groups of three or more.

It was interesting to watch the dynamics of seduction take place. We weren’t participating in the seduction or flirting, but we felt like we were a part of it.

It was a thrill to watch it happen from beginning to end. Someone talked with someone, they would dance and flirt, becoming more amorous. Light touching and kissing would often lead to more adventurous handling and body rubbing.

You could see whispers of promises filled with salacious intent being passed around. Finally an agreement of acceptance would be reached and they would move off to fulfill their mutual desires.

Erotic shadows of delight permeated through the room. Now everywhere you looked, you could witness some act of sexual lust being sated.

A group of writhing shadows depicted people enjoying sexual gratification with several partners at once.

Another shadow clearly showed a couple joined together in a doggy style coupling while they vigorously enjoyed each other.

I laughed at the imagery before me.

“What’s so funny?” Tabs asked.

“They look like fleeting stick image road signs that you drive by in the night,” I said. “Caution wild sex area ahead.”

Vicky and Tabs looked at each other with wide eyes and burst out laughing.

“Only a man would come up with some silly image like that,” Tabs laughed.

“Give me a break. I’m not some naive guy here. Women are just as bad as we are, sometimes worse. Admit it, you can see the little stick image signs also,” I said.

They rolled their eyes at me.

“Yeah, we can see them. But only because you planted the image in our delicate minds,” Tabs said as she teased me.

“Delicate minds, whatever,” I dismissed.

We all laughed and sipped our drinks enjoying the sight before us.

It turned out to be an entertaining evening of voyeur delight. We enjoyed watching others have shadow sex without participating.

Like I said. “Sometimes being a voyeur is fun.”

Chapter 2

– The Girlfriends Talk

Gina, my BFF, had called me up and wanted to talk about what happened with Carl in Barbados. I knew that she would want to know every saucy little detail. I just didn’t know if I was up to it.

The last time I saw Carl on the beach he was being a total shit and threatened to blackmail me to continue seeing him with the pictures he took.

I was pissed at him for being such a jerk, but it also excited me. I found out that when I was with him I turned into a complete slut. I was willing to do anything he wanted and the more nasty he was the more excited it made me.

He was so different than my husband Jeff. I don’t understand it, but damn, I can feel my panties getting wet just from thinking about it.

So I told Gina I would meet her at the Cigar Bar and Grill, on Montgomery Street in San Francisco.

Neither one of us smokes, but it’s a relaxed atmosphere to have something to eat and enjoy a conversation with friends and the place is always packed with a background of interesting characters.

The Vixen The Lust Boat 2

I’m pleased as punch to tell you that the erotic story of The Vixen The Lust Boat 2 is now available!

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The Vixen The Lust Boat 2
The Vixen The Lust Boat 2

Join Vicky Combs, Jeff Fields and more adventurous women aboard The Vixen as she sails toward Aruba.

The women are determined to keep Jeff occupied with their playful flirting and naughty games. They are doing a great job keeping his mind off of his wife’s ongoing affair.

Meanwhile, Cindy Fields, now back in San Francisco, tells more of her story about what happened at the hotel. Her BFF, Gina demands to know all the salacious details. The women become more excited with their infatuation of flirting and being naughty in dangerous places.

Jeff Fields arch rival, Nick Gantry, is revealed. As more details of pending corporate warfare between Nick and Jeff unfolds, The Vixen continues her journey to Aruba.

Come join us to see what happens in this episode of The Vixen.

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Book Excerpt from The Vixen The Lust Boat Book 1

Contents

Title
Chapter 1 – 
A Surprising Night at the Bar
Chapter 2 – 
Leaving The Hotel
Chapter 3 – 
Arriving at the Vixen
Chapter 4 – 
The Stateroom
Chapter 5 – 
The Blue Bar
Chapter 6 – 
Trouble with Teasers
Chapter 7 – 
The Fun is Just Beginning
Chapter 8 – 
Aftermath of the Jiggle Factor Contest
Chapter 9 – 
Round Robin Blowjob
Chapter 10 – 
Moving on Toward Aruba
Chapter 11 – 
Amy and Vicky Talk
Chapter 12 – 
What’s Going on with Cindy?
Chapter 13 – 
A Disturbing Phone Call
Chapter 14 – 
Confrontation on the Beach
Chapter 15 – 
Back to the Spa
Chapter 16 – 
Video Conference Call
Chapter 17 – 
Relaxing in the Spa
From the Author

THE VIXEN

The Lust BoatBook 1

by Anna Dubois

A Short Story 19,959 words

Copyright ©2014 All Rights Reserved

 

Chapter 1

– A Surprising Night at the Bar

I excused myself to use the restroom. When I return to the bar some guy is talking to my wife. He introduced himself as Carl while we shake hands and he pats me on the back.

“Your lovely wife told me that she was here with her husband. I’m disappointed to see that she was telling me the truth.”

“Yes, we’re celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary.”

I thought he would quickly leave after this, but instead he bought us a round of drinks to celebrate our anniversary. I was growing more concerned while we were waiting for a table as I realized that Carl was growing more confident with his conversation with my wife.

 While we were drinking our third round of drinks Carl used his phone and made dinner reservations at another popular upscale restaurant within walking distance.

Thinking nothing of it we graciously accepted his offer and by the time we finished our drinks and walked over to the place our table was ready and we were escorted by our waitress to the table. She soon disappeared after taking our orders for drinks and quickly took care of our dinner selections.

My wife seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting from Carl and she even sat down next to him sitting across from me after returning from the restroom.

My wife, Cindy, has always been outgoing and flirtatious. She always enjoyed meeting new people wherever we were so most of her behavior up to this point was really no big deal to me. It’s just the way she was and we always had fun meeting new people.

But now her behavior was beginning to bother me. I don’t own my wife, she is a free spirit and my philosophy has always been to allow people to relax and enjoy themselves in social settings.

I’m a pretty laid-back guy with a relaxed attitude and open mind. However, it was becoming pretty obvious that Carl was beginning to become more openly flirtatious with my wife and she wasn’t doing anything to discourage him.

In fact she seemed to becoming more infatuated with him as time went on and the flirting became less subtle and more ‘in your face’ like a challenge ‘look what I’m doing, what are you going to do about it?’

Well, I made a decision right there that I would let Cindy have her fun. After all we were celebrating her most special day and I wanted her to be happy. I’m not some titanic ex-athlete from my school days gone by, I’m just an average guy. But I’m quiet, fairly reserved, emotionally balanced, and most of all I actually think about situations before responding with irrational behavior driven by raw emotion.

 “Don’t mistake kindness for weakness,” is the phrase that came to mind while I sat there watching Carl become more cozy and blatantly flirting with my wife.

After whispering something in her ear Cindy glanced at me and started giggling while rolling her eyes.

“The dance floor on the outside patio is going to be open in a few minutes,” Carl said. “Your husband won’t mind you dancing with me, will he?”

Looking at me with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes my wife of 20 years took a moment to study my face before making her decision.

“I think he’ll be fine with it. I love to dance and we’re here to have fun.”

She was giggling now as she turned back to face him while he was gently rubbing her forearm.

 “You’re a grown woman, Cindy, and you’re quite capable of making your own choices,” I said.

Inwardly I was seething, the inner whistle of my water kettle retorting loudly in my ears as I began shutting down my emotions. I’ve only been at this stage a few times in my life and I knew from past experience that I had to turn everything off or I would have in irreversible explosive reaction.

Cindy and I were like any other normal couple whose marriage had survived to this level of maturity. You don’t live with someone for 20 years without having arguments and moments of emotional outbursts from the outside influences that life challenges you with on a daily basis.

Cindy should have recognized immediately that I was in a very dangerous state of mind. The consumption of alcohol and her growing infatuation with Carl had obviously clouded her judgment.

But she was on her own. I don’t play these kind of manipulative relationship games and she should have known better. After all she has been my wife for 20 years and we didn’t have secrets from each other about how we felt when it comes to the important foundations of our relationship like trust, communication, and above all, loyalty.

I glanced over at Carl, who had a smug smirk on his face, challenging me with his expression. He knew what he was doing. He knew that he was insulting me as her husband by directing the conversation about dancing with my wife the way he had. Talking to her about me, instead of talking to me.

My face was completely devoid of emotion as I inwardly shrugged. Cindy was a grown woman, she was aware that actions had consequences and she certainly wasn’t in a position that her honor needed to be defended by her loyal husband.

 No she was doing well enough, humiliating herself with her behavior. Actions speak louder than words and she was apparently pushing the boundaries of loyalty and trust.

Needing a little more time to calm down, and take care of the biological need to get rid of the excess fluids from our drinks earlier, I excused myself and went to the restroom.

Coming back to the table I noticed Carl’s hand on my wife’s thigh while they were giggling with each other while they were casually flirting.

Cindy jumped up, grabbing Carl’s arm.

“Come on, let’s dance.”

Her laughter fading while he led her out to the patio and they soon disappeared on the crowded patio dance floor.

 Figuring they would be back after a quick dance I stayed at the table so we wouldn’t lose it. Several songs later it became apparent that I had been abandoned at the table to my growing humiliation. So I paid the bill and went out to the patio to find out what my wife was up to.

It took me awhile to navigate through the dance floor and I found Carl and my wife in some secluded shadows on the back edge of the patio.

My wife was obviously enjoying herself while she was grinding her ass on his crotch to the beat of the music while Carl was aggressively groping her tits through her blouse.

Now I’m a natural voyeur, just like any other normal man, but there was nothing arousing about watching my wife being treated like this by another man. The circumstances leading up to this had already ensured that I was not happy at all about this situation.

 But what happened next was another one of life’s challenges that I thought I would never have to actually face. How naive the fate of man over the fickleness of a woman.

At that moment Cindy noticed me approaching them through the crowded dance floor. She turned to face me leaving Carl attached to her back like an octopus with his arms wrapped around her chest while his hands were constantly sensually massaging her breasts.

Smirking at me like a little girl getting caught doing something naughty. There was a pink flush radiating from her from her upper arms that extended up to her exposed cleavage to her neck. But there was no flush of embarrassment or shame on her face. Just a look of heightened arousal driven by lust.

“Carl is going to take me for a walk along the beach. I don’t know when we’ll be back,” my wife said. “He’ll drop me off at our hotel room later. I’m sure you’ll be there when I get back. Have fun!”

 I was stunned with shock, unable to do anything, with my mouth hanging open. Temporarily unable to speak or even think. I watched them turn away from me and walk off into the shadows of the night toward the sound of the surf nearby. Their laughter fading into the night as they held hands and left me standing there like an idiot.

 

Chapter 2

– Leaving The Hotel

Using my phone as I walked off the dance floor and headed back to our hotel room I quickly fired off an SMS message.

“Ed, get in touch with me as soon as you can.”

Guys don’t have BFF’s, that’s just another one of those mysterious girl thingys to me, but if I did Ed would be at the top of the list. We’ve known each other for 30 years. Did all those boy things that established strong long-term male bonding; like shedding blood with and for each other when we were young and stupid, maturing with each other through the battlefield of relationships with the opposite sex, and continued to strengthen that bond over the years with close business and personal relationships.

 Ed was not only my personal lawyer, but also my business attorney, and between us over the years we have developed a large network of clients and associates all over the place.

We were always joking around with each other that if we don’t personally know someone between us that can handle whatever problem there is, that the problem really isn’t worth our time or consideration.

As the elevator doors opened depositing me on the floor to our hotel room my phone buzzed letting me know that I had an incoming text message.

“What the hell do you want asshole? Do you know what time it is? Some of us have to actually work for a living.”

For the first time in the last few hours an uncontrolled smile cracked across my face as I chuckled to myself over Ed’s expected response to my message.

 “Go back to sleep then, jerk-wad!” I said. “Or roll over and have some spontaneous combustion with Jackie while you tell her I said ‘Hi!’. Call me when you get into the office.”

His reply came back when I was entering our hotel room. Stepping through the door’s threshold, heading for the bathroom, I burst out laughing when I looked at the picture he sent me on my phone of an Orangutan flipping me off.

“Yeah, yeah, you freaking monkey,” I mumbled to myself as I left a trail of clothes behind me on the floor leading to the shower.

Standing under the hot spray I spent the time thinking about what I wanted done tomorrow. I felt my body begin to relax as the stress and adrenaline left my body from the massaging impact of water directed over my body from six shower heads in the glass enclosed shower stall.

Feeling more refreshed I looked around the hotel room deciding what I needed to pack in my bags before I got dressed in casual light clothing for a temperate climate.

It took me just under an hour since my wife basically said, “Fuck Off”, as I stepped out into the clear night air and looked up to see a black Lincoln Towncar waiting for me at the porte-cochere of the hotel.

After taking care of packing the luggage in the trunk and tipping the valet I hopped into the backseat and reached for a tumbler from the bar. Deciding to relax with a scotch, neat, before beginning the next leg of my journey.

Glancing up after tinkering around the bar having fixed my drink, I found a pair of deep-green emerald colored eyes looking at me in the driver’s rear view mirror.

“Where to Sir?”

“Hi Amy. How are Mike and the kids,” I said.

“They’re fine. Thank you for asking Mr. Fields,” came the reply from the grinning impish face in the mirror.

Shaking my head while rolling my eyes.

“Knock it off, Amy. Who’s in port tonight?”

 

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Hi, I’m Vicky Combs owner of The Vixen and I want to share some of my adventures and salacious gossip with you.

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Right now, we’re relaxing in the hot tub and discussing things that we want to share with our friends and readers. So we’re just getting started!

Pretty soon we’ll share with you things that are included in The Vixen Books, and some spicy tidbits that aren’t. Like character references with some details that we will only share with you here on the blog.

So for now I just wanted to let you know that we’re here and making some plans of what to share with you, our interested readers and fans. Just remember though most of the juicy stuff is only going to be available in the books that Anna writes.  🙂

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