It would seem my stories do not appeal to a wide selection of fetishes, but since I have received several requests for custom stories with my detailed writing stories, I have written the following for Wayne. I have take some liberties with your original plan but I think you will like it.
I have a nice little 36 foot cabin cruiser so come the winter I abandon the Northern climate and head down to the Caribbean and live on my boat. If you know your way around and avoid the tourist traps you can do so quite cheaply. I found myself a nice little out of the way marina to dock my boat. My own little private wharf with a gate. Not much of a lock on it though, easy to jimmy, but then it is not intended for security cause you could swim past it. Just enough to keep hoy paloy from wandering out on your dock and disturbing people who live on their boats.
Strangely docked on the other side was a massive 48 footer. I have never seen the boat go out to sea or even anyone on it for that matter, so when I saw a well dressed black man on it I went over and struck up a conversation. He said that he owned a hip hop recording label, and seldom got time to use his boat. He said that he was having a party at the hotel for clients and possible new talent and invited me. I am more of a steel guitar man than hip hop, but a free buffet and beer is too good to pass up.
When I got to the party Earl called me over and invited me to sit at his table. He introduced me to the girl he was with, Nisha. He said she was his latest star who he had just put under contract. She was young, a teenager or at best 20. She was about five foot five inches and nicely built with a sweet voice.
The two other people with him I already knew. One was big gay Bob. An ok guy as long as he knew what not to push. The other was a tall slim blonde named Fanquist. Her I did not like at all. Not that she was bad looking. She had a nice 36 inch bust, unusual for a tall thin woman.
Her blonde hair hung halfway down her back and she had flawless milk white skin. She was not beautiful or even cute. She wore too much makeup, rouge. and mascara. I guess she was pretty in a cheap sort of way. What Willey Nelson would call a semi-good looker on the backside of 30.
My problem with her was she was a gold digging tramp and a thief. Cozying up to anyone who would spend lots of money on her. And she was real good at lifting a guy's wallet or watch. There was some excuse for it though. She had come down here with some guy who had skipped out on her with all the money leaving her stranded so she did what she had to to survive, but she seemed to be too comfortable in her life. Her relationship with big Bob was one of convenience. He was queer as a three dollar bill, but they shared the rent and he helped her out by playing her boyfriend till she found a mark. She did seem to genuinely like me though; probably because I would have nothing to do with her.
When I sat down she said in her sexy Southern draw, " Look at this will you Lance, a big handsome man like Earl robbing the cradle with a little kid like her. It ain't right. What would her mother say?" She then turned and gave Earl one of her any time you say smiles.
"Don't embarrass him!" Nisha snapped, " Better young than an old broad who has seen their best days." Fanquist leaned back. "Smart kid, huh?" she said, " Seen their best days. huh? That's a nice crack coming from a kid." That was it; the two women had their backs up and claws out. It seemed that Earl was not just a mark for the blonde, she seemed to trully want him. He worked hard trying to defuse the situation. Me I was having a great time listening to these two women verbally scratch each other's eyes out' The contrast of their skins, one dark black the other lily white, added to the tension. I really liked Fan's crack that Nisha's next period would be her first.
Finally Fanquist said she had things to do in the morning and left, but not before giving Earl a come hither look and swinging her hips. When she had left Nisha said furiously, "That pale old bitch think's she's smart! She'd better keep her claws off you if she want's to keep her teeth. Besides kissing her would be like blowing half the men in this hotel!" Now that the fireworks was over between the two women I left shortly after.
A few days went buy and when returning to my boat one night I noticed two strange cars parked nearby and the lights on in the big cabin cruiser. The mystery was answered the next morning when Earl and Fanquist emerged from the cabin arms around each other. They kissed and Earl handed Fan a credit card and told her to go on a shopping trip. Fanquist purred like a kitten and kissed him again. "And remember buy yourself some more boots. I like your long legs in black boots." he said. "Even in bed," Fanquist giggle, "You're so kinky." "But when are you going to kick that little chippie out on her can," Fanquist questioned, I'm tired of sneaking around." "You know it's too soon." Earl answered, "I don't want to loose the money I invested in her contract. I'll send her back to the states soon and we then we can be out in the open. Besides I don't want her coming around looking for you and making trouble." "Don't worry about me. I'm not afraid of some little kid. She gets in my face I'll hook her eyes out!" Fanquist said with a pout.
Earl left and about 20 minutes latter Fanquist left in the other car. Evidently part of what the music producer was providing was a car. she returned a little while latter with and arm full of boxes. She went into the cabin with her loot and when she returned a short time latter she had changed clothes. She was wearing a yellow sleeveless shirt but only the middle buttons across her chest were fastened. She had on a bikini bottom that was unique in that it was separated at the sides and held together by two gold rings. She evidently was not have to top on as you could distinctly see the outline of her nipples through the shirt. Of course she had on black calf length boots. She had a pitcher of margarita's with her and she poured herself a drink, turned on the radio and put on her sunglasses and settled into the lounge chair.
Fanquist had finished a quarter of the pitcher when I car I had not seen before pulled up. Out got Nisha. She had on a white tee shirt, blue jeans, and cowboy boots(Earl evidently did like his women in boots.) I was wondering if she had a key for the gate. She took out a pen knife and slid it between the gate and the frame and lifted the latch so evidently not. It would seem Earl did not know she was here. I was going to stop her, but she put the knife back in her pocket so I did nothing. I did notice that she had something dark with a thong stuck in her back pocket. The blonde did not notice Nisha until she steeped onto the boat. Fanquist jumped up, took off her sunglasses and said, " My Gawd it's the Kid. What the fuck are you doing here." "Eric said you moved so I looked you up to see the new digs." Nisha said coyely "E..Erick what?" Fanquist stuttered; then she got her nerve back and her voice hardened, "Get the hell off my boat bitch."
"You're boat? We gots to get somethings straightend out between us girls skank." Nisha replied, "you're going to take a trip and stay away if yous knows whats good for your pale ass." "I'm not afraid of you. I'm bigger than you and I know how to fight. So get off my boat before I hang you up by you'r tits little girl." Fanquist sneered tensing her lanky body.
Hisha's right arm disappeared behind he back. She slipped her wrist into the thong and jerked out the blackjack. Nisha swung the club around and hit Fanquist across the face with it. Fanquist grabbed her face with both hands and staggered back against the far gunwale. The heel of her left foot slide across the deck while her right leg bent at the knee. The blonde slid down till she was sitting on the deck still holding her face with both hands, the pain striking her dumb.
Nisha rocked on her feet waiting. "Maby you'll jump to it next time bitch." she said. "You're going to pay for this," Fanquist gasped, " You ARE going to pay big time." "Wrong!" said Nisha. "you're going to disappear one way or the other old lady." Fanquist took her hands away from her face. Her eyes glittered with pure hate. "You can't make me," she screamed," Earl's mine now....
He's mine bitch......do you here.....mine!"
Nisha stepped forward and took out the pen-knife. She opened it and said, "Lets see if he still wants you after I mark up your face.
Fanquist moved like a snake striking. She hit Nisha's hand knocking it against the gunwale.
The knife sailed out of Nisha's hand and fell into the water. It made a little gurgling sound as it sunk to the bottom.
The tall blonde then sprang forward, her head down, and her hands grasp the Hip Hop singer's waist.
Nisha went over with Fanquist on top of her. They both hit the deck with a crash. Fanquist shifted her hands quickly trying to catch Nisha around the throat. Nisha got her chin down, so Fanquist only got a grip on her jaw. Swing the blackjack up Nisha hit Fanquist on the shoulder. It was a glancing blow, but it made Fanquist squeal. She made a grabe for Nisha's had, but missed and got another sock from the club.
Nisha was twisting like an ell, trying to get from under Fanquist, but the older woman was too heavy for her. She kept beating Fanquist with the blackjack, but there was no weight behind the blows. They hurt Fanquist and turned her shoulder black and blue, but did not have enough effect to shake her off. All the time the blonde was lunging to get Nisha's arm pinned down with her knee.
One of her lunges brought Fanquist too far forward and Nisha got in a lucky one, hitting Fanquist on the side of her head. Fanquist went crazy with the pain. She grabbed Nisha by the hair and started banging her head on the deck. Nisha was a tough little ghetto girl and she stiffened her neck lessen the force, but even so she was half stunned.
Letting to of the blackjack, so that it swung by its thong, she reached out catching Fanquist's ears. Fanquist was wearing gold hoop ear rings. Nisha wrenched the away,splitting the lobes as she did so. Fanquist let go of her and put her hands over her ears, screaming like a train going through a tunnel. Blood ran through her fingers and down her neck.
Nisha grabbed the blackjack again and hit Fanquist across the mouth knocking two of her teeth out and causing blood to run from the corner of her mouth. Nisha swung the club back hitting the tall woman on the other side of her mouth knocking another tooth out. Fanquist fell to the side bleeding from both sides of her mouth. A sharp kick got Nisha in the clear. Fanquist crawled up on her hands and knees spitting out a mouthful of blood. Nisha stiffened and then launched herself at her again. They went down in a heap and rolled over. Nisha slammed her palm up under the blonde's chin snapping her head back, her fingers dug into the right side of the blonde's face. Nisha clawed the other side of the blonde's face, scratching her alon the jaw line from ear to chin. Fanquist screaming wildly tried to roll clear. Nish ripped of her shirt and clawed her down her bare back, making four long deep grooves.
Fanquist was terrified. She was half-crazy with pain and panic. She just wanted to get away from those claw-like fingers. Somehow she managed to wriggle loose and get to her feet. She ran with unsteady steps for the cabin. Nisha heaved up and collared her around the knees bring her crashing down onto the deck and knocking the breath out of her.
"Let me go.....let me go....please let me go!" Fanquist screamed twisting and kicking.
Again Nisha clawed her leaving bloody gashes across her face, chest, breast, and upper arms.
Somehow Fanquist managed to break free and get to her feet. She was stripped to the waist and all bloody, but she tried to fight back. She made a lunge for Nisha's eyes with her nails. Nisha jerked her head away and hit her across both wrists with the club. She put a lot into that blow.
Fanquist fell on her knees, head swimming with pain.
"Now you two-timin' floosy,' Nisha panted "here's what comin' to yous." With that the young black girl pulled back her foot and kicked Fanquist in her breast so hard that it slammed against her chest and droplets of blood and sweat went flying in the air. Fanquist was past squawking, she clutched her breast and collapsed on the deck. Her eyes were wide with terror and pain. She lay there moaning and clutching her breast. Blood glistened on her body like paint. The young girl stood back and watched, savoring he victory over the older woman. A pool of yellow liquid began to form on the deck between Fanquist's legs. The older woman was peeing herself.
Nisha said, "Get up before I start on you again....Go on get up whore."
Fanquist tried to get up and fell back down on the deck. On the second attempt she managed to drag herself off the deck, her breath coming in heaving sobs. "Don't ....hit me..... Please don't hit me," she whined, " I don't want to fight any more.....YYY..you win. I'll leave."
Nisha sneered. "I ain't finished with you cxnt," she said, "I've got a long way to go before I'm finished with you."
Fanquist, giving a strangled cry, turned and tried to get away by climbing up onto the dock. Nisha reached out and grabbed her blonde hair and snapped her head back. Fanquist tumbled back onto the deck with a thud that shook the breath out of her body.
Nisha grabbed her hair again and twisted her arm behind her with her right. She pulled the slender woman to her knees and drove her head first into the built in bench seat.
Nisha sprang forward mounting the blonde and driving her knee into Fanquist's shoulders pinning her.
Fanquist screamed, a real terror gripping her. With one hand pushing her face into the seat padding, Nisha swung the black jack with the other. "Go on," Nisha said. "You yell bitch."
She began to beat Fanquist's arched back with all her strength. Fanquist wriggled and screamed, but Nisha held her. She tried to protect herself with her hands, but the blackjack beat them away, sending waves of pain up her arms as well as through her body. Nisha beat her until she drooped over the chair, limp and silent.
Fanquist didn't move. She was past hearing anything. Nisha dragged her off the bench and turned her over on her back. She stood over her a hard little smile on the mouth. I guess yous won'ts be pulling any more tricks with me," she said.
Leaving Fanquist lying there, Nisha went down into the cabin. She went over to the sink, filled it with water and bathed her face. She carefully washed her hands and sponged the blonde's blood from her tee shirt.
Going back up on deck she stood over Fanquist. Faquist was lying there, her arms thrown wide and her breath coming in a whistling sound through her open mouth. The young black girl had destroyed her and all she managed to do was tackle her once and grab her jaw, but she wasn't thinking about that. If fact she had no thoughts. She was in a daze and passing in and out of consciousness.
Nisha mounted the prostate woman and said between her teeth, "You be a mess blonde. Earl's kind of fussy about the broads he takes around, an' a marked up bag like you ain't getting anywhere with him, but just to make sure lets blacken your eyes. Nisha started swinging the blackjack. After six shots Fanquist's eyes were black and blue and swelling up. A final shot to the jaw and the tall blonde was knocked out stone cold. Nisha got up off the prostrate woman, spit on her and left.
As Nisha was getting into her car to leave, Earl pulled up. "You're honkie whore doesn't look so great anymore," she yelled. Earl rushed onto the boat to check on his mistress, but turned away when he saw the battered woman lying on the deck.
After a few moments Earl turn back and took the pitcher of margarettas and poured in on the blonde bringing her around. Fanquist groaned and raised an army reaching for him. The black man shook his head and said, " Nisha was right. You have seen better days. You got taken apart by a girl half you size. I've got no time for a marked up old broad with missing teeth."
Fanquest tried to explain that Nisha hit her with a blackjack, but her mouth was full of blood and her words were grabbled. "Pack up you're things and be off my boat by tomorrow." Earl said as he turned to leave, " and you had better leave the country too cause if Nisha gets you again she"ll kill you."
Fanquest held her battered face in her hands as her big score left.
