This story begins with the last couple of paragraphs from part 1.
The next day, we had some coffee around the embers of the fire, and we talked for some time.
Tony said, “I just noticed the name of your boat. Why do you call it Hook Line and Sinker?”
I replied, “That’s my business name. I charter my boat and myself and take people out fishing. Some of them know what they are doing, but most of the time, I teach them how to fish. It’s what I love to do.”
Tony said, “I love fishing too. So much so, I have a seaworthy small yacht that I bought right before my wife’s passing. I have only been in the ocean twice with it. Maybe we should go into business somehow?”
I replied, “I have thought of that before about buying a bigger boat and doing some deep-sea fishing. How could we go into business together?”
Tony replied, “I am retired and have no interest in beginning a business, but what I was thinking is that I could give you my boat to use for a cut of the profits.”
I got out one of my business cards and said, “That might work. Give me a call in a day or two and let me think about it, okay?”
He hugged me and said, “That sounds good. Let me know, okay?”
They left, and I went home, and I had a lot to think about.
I made a list of the benefits of going into business with someone else.
On the plus side, I had the chance to make more money, and I always wanted to run a deep-sea charter. On the downside, I had sex with my partner and wondered if that was part of the deal.
I also wondered how we would get along and how much profit he wants.
I went to my grandfather and asked his opinion on what I was considering doing. I did not tell him the sex part.
In his ultimate wisdom, all he said was, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
I called Tony, told him it was a go, and set up a meeting to go over the details.
We met on his boat, and it was way more than I thought it would be. No way could I be the only member of the crew. I was going to need help.
As I walked through the boat, it was more of a yacht. It had a full galley and enough room for eight customers to sleep. I did not realize its size.
We sat down and talked over a pot of coffee.
Tony began our meeting by saying, “The first thing I want to say is as much as my sons and I loved having sex with you, that is not part of this bargain. I want this to be strictly business. Is that okay with you?”
I replied, “I agree. The sex was fun with you guys, but I can’t have that as part of this deal.”
Tony nodded his head and said, “Good, I am glad we agree. Here is what I have in mind. As you know, I have no use for this boat, and as part of this deal, I want you to earn the right to own this boat outright. All I want is ten percent of your profits forever from your charters, and I will hand over the payment book to you. I only owe about ninety thousand dollars. You will be responsible for that. The maintenance of all that goes with owning this boat would be your problem. I have all the records of what it takes to maintain this boat, and it’s not cheap. What do you think?”
I thought about what he said for a few minutes, then said, “That seems like a fair offer, but before I say yes, I want to see your records, please.”
He took the documents sitting on his lap and handed them to me.
I looked at them briefly and said, “This is going to take me some time and calculations to see if I can make this a go. This boat is way more than I thought it would be, so I have some thinking to do. Is that okay?”
Tony replied, “I am so glad you think that way. It shows me you have a nose for business. How long would you like to think about it?”
I sat and thought about what he said and replied, “How about a week?”
Tony smiled and said, “Perfect. I will see you here next week.”
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I went home, laid it all out, and invited my grandfather over to help me. My grandfather had run his own business for fifty years and knew what all was involved.
We spent all day going over all the details, and he ran a ton of scenarios of what could happen, good and bad.
He sat back in his chair, sighed, and said, “Here is the bottom line. This has a good chance of making money and getting you the boat, but you are going to have to work your ass off to make this happen. Amy, you have a lot of money your parents left you, and I would hate to see you put it in jeopardy. If I were you, I would do it, but here is the but take the money your parents left you and give it to me for safekeeping. That way, there is no risk to it if you trust me. If the business fails and you lose the boat, they cannot come after your money, removing a lot of the risks.”
I replied, “Of course I trust you, and I will do exactly as you said, and to quote you, ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained.’ Thank you, Gramps.”
The next day, I called Tony and said, “It’s a go for me. When can we meet?”
He replied, “Next Thursday will work. In the meantime, I will fax you all the documents you will need to sign. I had them done by my lawyer, and you may want to do the same.”
I found a lawyer and had him look over everything, and it all seemed good to him.
We met on Thursday at his office on the docks, and he had the paperwork all lined out for me to look over. It was exactly as he had sent it to me.
Tony handed me a pen and said, “Are you ready to start your business?”
I was shaking like a leaf as I took the pen. This is such a big decision I am making. But Gramps said, ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I signed the documents, and then we walked out to the boat.
As we walked, it finally hit me that it’s my boat and my business.
I had butterflies as I took my first step on the boat.
Tony showed me around for some time and told me what I might want to do right away. He handed me a list of possible deckhands who knew the business.
We sat down in the lounge area, and he brought some sandwiches and snacks aboard, and we had our lunch.
The whole time, he could not take his eyes off my body, and I knew what he wanted.
He finally said, “Amy, I know we said no sex, and it’s not part of this deal, but I sure would love it if you could see your way clear for us to do that just one more time, and I promise I will never ask you again. That time I spent with you and my sons, I can’t get it out of my head. I had not had sex in years, as you know. I am sorry to even ask you, but you are so damn beautiful.”
I did not say anything for a minute, then said, “Thank you, Tony. Glad you think I am beautiful. I will share a little secret with you. I had not had sex either for a long time when we all had sex, and I wanted it just as badly as you three did. So, to answer your request, hell yes, we can do it once more, so bring that cock over to me.”
He stood up and undid his pants, taking his hard cock out, and walked over to me. I gently stroked his balls and teased the tip of his cock with my tongue. He reached down and grabbed my boobs and fondled them as I sucked on his cock.
I stood up and pushed him back onto the couch. I looked down at him and said, “Do you like this?” Then I did a very slow strip in front of him.
He watched and masturbated as I took off my bra, then panties, and sat them on his head. I stood right over him and lowered myself onto his cock.
I could feel the head of his cock penetrate my soaking wet pussy. I slowly lowered myself so that his entire cock was in me. I leaned in and kissed him as we fucked.
Tony squeezed me so tightly he almost took my breath away.
Tony leaned his head backwards, closed his eyes and said, “This is heaven. I just know it. Fuck Amy, you are so hot. I fucking love this.”
Without taking his cock out of me, he picked me up and sat me back down on the couch and began pumping my pussy like a madman.
I spread my legs as wide as I could as he fucked me. My whole body was one big tingle.
Tony yelled out, “Fuck I can’t hold it any longer.” He then filled me up with his cum.
He fell off the side of me and then leaned in and kissed me and said, “I just don’t have the words to say thank you enough. It was fantastic. The best sex I ever had.”
I looked over at him and said, “Thanks, Tony. I enjoyed it too.”
We got dressed and finished our boat tour.
He left, and there I was standing on my boat. I was excited and scared all at the same time.
The first thing I did was call a few of the people Tony said would be good deckhands, and I also posted a help-wanted poster at the boatyard. The second thing I did was rename the boat to ‘Hook Line & Sinker.’
It took me less than a day to get a lot of potential candidates.
Over the next few days, I conducted interviews and hired three people.
I let them know my expectations, and off we went into the ocean on my first trip as the captain of my boat.
Mark was thirty years old, had brown eyes and hair and was very muscular.
Liz was twenty-three, blonde, and she was much like me, loving fishing and cooking.
Ernie was forty-five, had salt-and-pepper hair, and was a handsome man.
He had spent most of his life on yachts and other types of boats.
Ernie knew what he was doing, took the wheel, and did a great job of driving the boat.
The other two, Mark and Liz, also knew what they were doing as far as fishing went.
All in all, it was a successful trip. Now all I needed were customers.
It began very slowly, with only two customers in the first month, and it made me worry whether I had done the right thing.
Tony came to visit me and asked how it was going, and I told him not that great.
He invited me out to lunch so we could talk about it after he met my crew.
As we sat there and ate, Tony said, “You know how you have those business cards of you on the cover? I think you should do the same here, and maybe even get Liz on the card in a bikini. I know how that sounds, but let’s face it, sex sells, and you two are beautiful women.”
I thought about it and said, “You know what, you are right, but I will take it even further by putting some digital content out there about my services.”
Tony smiled and said, “Please send me a copy of those pics.”
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The ads began a week later, and suddenly, my business was booming. Four or five days a week, we had fishing tours, and in all of them, my customers were pleased with what they caught and with the eye candy.
After three weeks, Liz and I went to the store and bought matching bikinis. Enough for seven days a week.
I think Mark had a permanent hard-on on every trip, and some of the passengers did as well.
Two months later, I needed to hire more people. Ernie and Mark did not want to work that many hours, and although Liz never said so, I am sure it was more than she wanted.
I asked Liz, “Do you think any of your friends might like to work here?”
She replied, “Yes, I do know a few. Do you want me to call them so you can interview them?”
The following day, I hired two of them. Iris, a redhead with a body most men would drool over, and Tina, with dark brown hair and eyes, are very pretty. I sent them to the same store where I bought our bikinis.
Ernie had a friend, Joe, stop by, and I hired him on the spot.
Liz and I became very close. The time we tried on our bikinis, I got a good look at her body and wondered what it would be like to have another woman to make love to.
I did not wonder long. One late afternoon, we were having a discussion and a couple of drinks about what food we would serve if we went on overnight trips.
Liz got up and shifted her bikini bottoms, and as she did, her pussy lips poked out, and she caught me staring at her.
She said, “Are you interested in having a taste? I know I would not mind having a taste of you.”
I did not say a word, but I am sure my eyes gave me away.
Liz dropped down to the floor, slid my bottoms to the side and went to work on my moist pussy. It was not long after she began that she brought me to my first orgasm with a woman.
I said, “Oh shit, this feels so good, please don’t stop. Fuck fuck fuck Liz. Damn, you are good at this.”
She stood up, took my hand and led me back to one of the beds. She took off her bikini, then mine, and pushed me back into the bed.
She then lowered herself onto my face so I could eat her and went right back to eating me. I licked her pussy and fingered her as she ate me.
She began rubbing her pussy on my face faster and faster.
Her cream ran down my face and onto the comforter.
She put one finger in my pussy, then two as she ate me. I don’t know how many
times I came.
Liz screamed out, “Shit, Amy. Here I come.”
We did this for at least thirty minutes.
Afterwards, we both got the giggles. Laughing at each other about how much we both wanted this to happen.
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I was booked for the next several months, and the money was pouring in, but so were all the headaches of being a business owner.
Most of the problems stemmed from some drunk customers and the paperwork required by small business owners.
Liz and I grew ever closer, and I included her in more of the business.
I had thoughts about adding another yacht because things were going so well.
Time would tell what I decided to do.
Add more boats? Hire more people? Keep things as they are?
I went to my grandfather for advice once more, and he said, “You have done well, Amy. If I were you, I would.
To be continued.
