by Hazel Keys
So, the way I saw it, Bernard Radisson and his greedy business practices were directly responsible for my father’s death. The Radisson family and RHC were murderers and now, at last, was my chance for revenge. Bernard had died three years ago, leaving his son, Seth, in charge of RHC, and he was now only hours away from being stuck on a boat with me for three days.
Barely eighteen, with less than ten grand to my name, no place to live, and no college degree, I’d been forced to go to work so, after a few missteps and dead-end jobs, I eventually went back to the only thing I knew. I found employment on yachts. I liked to think I was smart, attractive, and resourceful, and that helped me build a career as cabin crew on several boats, moving up to becoming the chief steward of a huge yacht in the Mediterranean.
Happily, I found I loved the work and, with tips, the money was good. And the lifestyle allowed me to never need to settle. I had no house, no car, no family. I worked boats constantly, calling each one home, for one season at a time. Any downtime I had was spent in cheap lodgings in whatever port I landed. Jamaica, Nice, Singapore, flipping from one side of the world to the other, chasing the summer vacation seasons. Not too bad at all.
However, when I heard that Seth Radisson had chartered a boat, I knew my chance had arrived. Having no home or real family, there was no distractions, nothing to stop me kicking my plan for revenge into action. I jumped ship immediately, flew to Aruba, and pestered Captain Samson to take me on board Venus. I even lied about my experience, knowing he had a longstanding chief steward and I’d never get that job, I went for the lowest cabin crew position to make sure I got aboard. Then it was just a matter of working the few weeks, waiting for Radisson’s charter to come around.
“Miss Swift?” called Captain Samson. “Are you still with us?” I jerked upright in my seat and nodded, finally putting down the paper with his face on it. “Mr. Radisson is paying for his friends and himself to have a good time,” he continued. “He always brings his attorney, George Osborne, with him and they told us at reservation that there would also be three to five… erm… lady-friends joining them.”
“They landed in Oranjestad yesterday,” Michelle piped up, “and will be boarding at eleven this morning. Stewards, a last look over the guest bedrooms and facilities, please, then into your whites for the charter’s arrival.”
Suzy and I jumped up to obey Michelle’s instructions, as Sam called out his directions to the deckhands. The next three hours flew by as we three stewards inspected the opulent master cabin, with its huge central bed that gazed out on a panoramic ocean view across the bow of the ship, the three plush double cabins amidships and the stern twin room. We made sure the three bars, one on deck, one in the lounge and one in the formal dining room, were stocked with single malt scotch, good brandy, rum, tequila, and Dom Pérignon champagne, and that all the glassware and crystal shone. The deckhands scrubbed the decks, the hull and saw that the three Waverunners, the speed boat, and other assorted millionaire’s toys we carried were ready. The sundeck and the eight-person Jacuzzi were also thoroughly prepared, as they were the most popular places the guests liked to hang out. There was good reason that it cost upwards of $200,000 to charter this boat for a long weekend.
Chapter 3:Seth
The beautiful Caribbean sun shone down on Venus as she sat bobbing gently in her slip. Through the distant windshield, I’d seen the crew standing on the lower deck, all lined up in their shining, starched white uniforms, looking extremely dapper. They seemed to be paraded in order of seniority, ready to greet us as we boarded. Now, as the stretched black Hummer pulled to a halt by the jetty, I could just make out the yacht’s outline through the tinted rear windows
Our driver, Geoffrey, opened the door for us to step out. “Don’t forget, ladies and gentlemen,” he reminded us, “you’ll need to remove your shoes as you step onto the landing platform.
I tried to imagine how it must look to the crew, watching another group of privileged one-percenters unloading from some bloated limousine, ready to be waited on hand and foot. Jay Money got out first. I struggled as I tried to remember how we became friends. I know we both bought and moved into neighboring houses in Calabasas years ago, right after his first hit album and Grammy Award. He was a total cliché, always surrounding himself with women and bling but, oddly, we had a very similar sense of humor. You didn’t see it much in him, though; it didn’t suit his image. Late at night, though, after some drinks with only a few of us around, he could be reduced to hysterics over Monty Python or Pete and Dud, just like me.
I looked back up toward the crew and wondered what they were thinking as they watched Jay, 250lbs of dark-skin-covered muscle, dripping in gold, step out of the back of the car. He held out two bear-claw-sized hands. One was daintily taken by Jessica as she got out, a tall and very thin blonde girl in a light summer dress that plunged right down to her navel, lengthening her slight body, and gently cutting across her small, high breasts.
The other was clasped by Coco, a dramatically made up African-American woman with, I couldn’t help but notice, probably the most amazing tits and ass I’d ever seen all crammed into the tightest booty shorts and crop top. I was sure I could see a couple of the crew members staring open mouthed as she slinked away from the car. I had never met either girl before and wasn’t sure where he’d found either of them. I think he told me they were in a Jay-Z video he produced last week.
Next to get out was the Mick. He was a few years younger than me, and we were expected to be friends because our families were both rich and went way back. However, we were actually close because we both loved fast cars and, more importantly, motorcycles. We rode together as often as we could. He helped his companion for the weekend, another slim blonde called Antonia, from the limo. Her I knew, because she was a supermodel, and I’d seen her in some of the magazines my family owned. She was almost taller than Mick and I, and dressed in designer label shirt, shorts, and sandals with those huge, round dark glasses favored by models and celebrities everywhere. They linked arms, too, and headed toward Venus.
George hopped out next. He was trying to be sweet and assist Valentina, a young and beautiful Latino girl, out, only to lose his footing and end up with her steadying him. She was clearly out of his league, dressed in casual beachwear that accentuated her slender waist and full breasts, with long, flowing black hair that fell thickly down her back. George smiled meekly at her but she looked unimpressed. She couldn’t have been much more than eighteen. I couldn’t say anything to him but it was obvious there’d been an evening of her rejecting his advances in some bar, until he’d offered to bring her down to Aruba for the yacht trip. I felt for my poor friend.
I got an email from the office as I was about to get out. I’d told them to only contact me if it was life or death, so I had to check it. This made Mia, my date for the trip, smile at me through gritted teeth as I told her to go on first.
“Business, darling,” I said, “God knows, if I didn’t take care of it, where would that leave us, eh?” I was being arrogant and knew I’d be made to suffer later. She flicked her long, shining, straight black hair, right out of a shampoo commercial, as she turned to disembark. It seemed someone hadn’t got the "life or death" memo, so I slid my smartphone back into the inside pocket of my white linen jacket, and stepped out too. I smiled an apology at Mia as she tapped her foot impatiently on the wooden dock.
She took off her sunglasses and the full force of her stunningly sharp features hit me like a truck, along with her attitude. She was a woman who knew she was beautiful and always got exactly what she wanted, every time. She was dressed in a black jumpsuit, open at the top to reveal impressive cleavage, and gave a quick smile as she linked her arm through mine. We’d had been dating three weeks. As heiress to the Wong family fortune, she was rich in her own right, devastatingly intelligent, and incredibly good-looking, yet I just didn’t feel very much for her.
I thought she was hot, sure, and I was hoping my physical attraction to her
might blossom into something more permanent but, as time wore on, that was looking less and less likely. This trip was supposed to be the setting for our first time sleeping together. All the teasing, groping, flirting and heavy petting we’d managed on the half dozen dinner dates and parties we’d attended leading up to this point in our relationship had certainly got the old juices flowing, so that we were both getting pretty desperate for some kind of release, I just couldn’t see any real relationship developing between us and that saddened me. It made me wonder, what was the point of us fucking?
“Are you okay?” she whispered to me, for like the twelfth time today.
“I’m fine, darling,” I lied, also for the twelfth time, “I’m just a bit taken aback by the boat and this magnificent setting.”
That, at least, was true. The sparkling blue water, the golden sun beating down, the rows of different-sized, gleaming white boats rising and dipping in time against the ancient wooden dock, all topped off by the sleek, modern, and decadent form of Venus towering above us, easily the biggest in the harbor, took my breath away a little.
We stepped off the gangplank onto a low platform at sea level, leaving our shoes with Geoffrey who swore we’d find them in our cabin along with our luggage, then climbed some short steps up to the lower deck. It was covered from the sun and looked like a great place to enjoy breakfast. I could see a large room resembling a bar beyond the double doors.
Captain Samson introduced himself to Mia and I. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Radisson,” he said with a firm handshake. “These are the crew members that will take good care of you for the next few days.”
He moved us on down the line, introducing each crew member as we went. The others had all shaken hands with everyone by the time I got there. I met a beautiful thirty-something redhead called Michelle, who welcomed us by offering tall glasses of champagne. Next, a slender and long-legged brunette called Suzy, who flashed me an alluring and slightly suggestive smile, was introduced, followed by the third steward, Tara. For a microsecond, I could have sworn she eyed me up and down with pure contempt. Then suddenly, her eyes lit up and a dazzling smile appeared. She looked so beautiful in that instant, I swear she made my heart skip a beat.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Radisson.” She curtsied. I couldn’t help myself and sneaked a peek down the front of her shirt as she bent forward. It must have been a shade too obvious, because Mia sharply tugged my hand, pulling me to her.
“If you’d like to follow me, I can quickly show you around our boat,” said Michelle, before leading us off below decks. Still, I couldn’t draw my eyes away from this Tara. Her long blonde hair ran down past her shoulders, perfectly framing her gorgeous face. Her sparkling blue eyes dazzled me and her full lips looked intoxicating. I felt like a dumb teenager meeting a playboy bunny. She stood with the other staff, smiling warmly at me every time she saw me staring at her, until I was dragged out of sight.
Chapter 4:Tara
Got him, I thought to myself.
He’d noticed me, that much was obvious. Honestly, I was a little surprised. Seeing that Asian goddess on his arm, I never expected him to seem so interested in me. I wondered if this Mia just might be the most completely attractive woman I’d ever seen in my life. Exactly what I’d expected to see with him. In person, though, he was far more handsome than I’d anticipated. It didn’t worry me. I still hated him. I just never expected to find myself even a little attracted to him.
Venus had been underway for an hour, the guests were settling into their quarters, and Michelle and I were helping Tristan prep for lunch when Suzy stumbled into the galley, giggling.
“Oh, my God! I just passed by Jay Money’s room. All three of them are fucking like mad!” she squealed. “You can hear that black girl moaning and that skinny blonde screaming right up on the sundeck.”
“Well, they’re paying guests. No harm in them enjoying themselves,” Michelle said absently, concentrating on pairing a cucumber for the salads.
“Speak for yourself, Michelle,” cried Suzy. “If I have to listen to any more of that, I’m either joining them or I’m gonna need that cucumber and a twenty-minute break in my bunk!”
“Oh! How crass! You are a filthy slut, Suzy,” teased Tristan.
“Look who’s talking!” she teased him back. Here we go again, I thought, having seen this scene play out once or twice before.
“Can’t you just stop being gay for a second and do me a favor?” Suzy cornered the chef against the walk-in freezer, where he mimed frantic shock and panic. “Please, Tristan, ‘me so horny’!” she flipped around, lifted her skirt, and exposed her G-string clad behind, “Puhlehehease… stick it in… just for a second… it won’t hurt a bit, I promise!”
“Do you see this, Michelle? This is sexual misconduct of the highest order!” wailed Tristan, as Suzy ground her nearly naked butt against his crotch, “Vile temptress! Get thee to a nunnery!”
“That’s enough, Suzy,” Michelle scolded her, still smiling.
Suzy pouted and made herself decent. “It’s still not fair, though, is it?” she whined. “We slave away for them, no booze, no sex, while the whole weekend they get to have the time of their lives.”
“Just think about that fat tip waiting at the end, darling,” reassured Tristan, before rushing over and diving into one of his ovens. “Dozy cow, you nearly made me burn my meat!” He pulled out a lightly smoldering tray of pork cutlets.
“I thought that was what she was trying to do,” I murmured, and the other three burst out laughing again.
“Well, someone’s got an admirer,” said Sofia from the galley doorway. We all jumped a little.
“Christ!” breathed Tristan, indicating desperate heart palpitations. “How long have you been there? I hate it when she does that.”
“Who?” I asked, ignoring Tristan’s theatrics. “Has Suzy found another heart to break?”
“No, silly!” said Tristan. “We all saw the way the primary was looking at you.”
“Yeah, he didn’t even see me,” Suzy whined. “Which is a pity. He’s hot, I’d jump him in a second...”
“Of course you would, darling,” Tristan teased again. “Right, this is too much! I see I’m going to have to take one for the team. C’mon, Suzy, you’re disturbing everyone. We are going into that freezer to sort you out. Back in five, Michelle darling, just make sure there’s a hot towel and a fresh Appletini ready for when I emerge.” He grabbed Suzy’s wrist and made to drag her off, as she fanned herself and made "oh my!" faces.
I normally loved watching my shipmates messing around and laughing. This time, though, I was distracted. I was thinking hard. Seth really did seem to like me as soon as he saw me. No one in his position has done that since my family went broke. And he was very good-looking... Come on, Tara! Stop it! I shouted inside my head, Him, his family, and all his greedy, arrogant friends. They’re the reason you lost your father, the reason you lost everything.
But what I’d never completely figured out was: How did I exact this revenge? I’d never quite planned that far. I’d dismissed threatening or injuring him in any physical way. When I thought about it, I got angry enough. I just wasn’t that kind of person. Maybe I could ruin him like he ruined my life? Should I get close with him, tear my clothes and cry assault? Sleep with him and cry rape? Technically, neither of these scenarios seemed too difficult to set up, but I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to go through with having actual sex with him. It didn’t matter how hot he was, I just wasn’t that loose. Besides, he probably had an army of high-priced lawyers that could make issues like that, and maybe even me, disappear. The untouchable rich.
In the end, I decided to settle for honesty. I get him to really like me, open up to me, then make him see exactly what misery he and his kind had inflicted on me. I would make him feel responsible for the death of my father, for my mother abandoning me, for screwing up my life and having me dropped from the place in society that was rightfully mine.
If I really ha
d managed to get him to fall for me already, I could leave him with a broken heart. If he was so cold inside that he could care less, that I was merely a hot piece of ass to him, at least I’d confronted him. I would be another thing he would have to add to his pile of dirty deeds, collecting and festering until he was ready to be judged by his maker.
Chapter 5:Seth
I undid the buttons of my shirt and lay down on the enormous bed, without taking it off, looking up at the finely carved wooden ceiling. It amazed me how much craftsmanship they put into building these incredibly expensive toys. This particular boat was a special order that Clancy & Son had built less than a decade ago, and then refitted, over ten months, just last year.
It was actually bigger than the yacht I owned but, as I hadn’t seen The Troubadour since we took a family vacation on it when I was thirteen, I could barely even picture it. That vacation wasn’t exactly on my list of top ten memories, either. I was already on my way into that fucked up, hormone induced state of hating the world that every kid goes through, even before my father began shouting and my mom started crying. For five whole days.
George informed me that my boat was still in regular use, hence it's being in drydock for maintenance, and it’s at least paying for its upkeep by being rented out to a wealthy clientele, much like Venus. I idly wondered how much I was charging other rich kids to party their money away at sea.
Mia was in the bathroom. The ocean was gently rocking me, and I’d almost managed to name the tune that was being hammered out by Jay and his two girlfriend’s rhythmic bangs, grunts, and moans in the cabin to the stern of me. But I couldn’t get her face out of my head. The way the sun danced through her golden hair; the way her big blue eyes seemed to smile at me; the way she softly chewed her bottom lip as she listened to other people talk. For some reason, I found her intoxicating.