Taking the Virgin's Treasure (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 3)
Autumn Young
Copyright 2012 — Autumn Young
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OTHER TITLES BY AUTUMN YOUNG
Sam Wild Erotic Mysteries
Taking My Granddaughter's Virginity (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 1)
Taking the Christian's Virginity (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 2)
Taking the Virgin's Treasure (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 3)
Taking the Virgin's Treasure
Chapter 1
"Can I get you another beer, Mr. Wild?"
"Fuck yes, you can." Sam Wild, former Marine turned dirty old man smiled as the sun beat down on his shirtless but fit sixty-year-old body.
The ship they were on hit a small swell and rose in the air, then crashed down.
"Very good, sir." The teen waitress spun on her two-inch heels and walked two feet away to the ice chest. She bent at the waist to grab a beer—a completely needless action, but she knew she had to do it as it showed off her great ass—then stood and returned.
Captain Briggs made it clear how she was supposed to act around the customers.
The beautiful girl wore white, tight shorts that just barely covered her rear, and a cute uniform with an oversized, starched collar and a small, blue nautical anchor over her breast. A matching blue belt completed the look. Her heels were red. As she uncapped the beer and bent down to pour it in his frosted mug, he peeked at her ample cleavage.
"Thank you, my dear." Sam's cock had a thing for teen pussy and it was already growing for the sexy waitress.
"Yes, sir."
"Can I get you anything else?" She reached down at his feet to pick up an empty beer bottle. Her shirt shifted slightly, exposing the edge of her bra. Was that her nipple?
Sam fought the urge to rip her shirt open. They were in the middle of the ocean and he doubted the captain would take too kind to him molesting the staff. He could look at their underdressed bodies, but he couldn't touch.
Sam fought every urge to take her in his arms and fuck her.
Of course, getting horny men who wanted to screw the staff was probably the point. It was her picture on a brochure that had instigated the purchase of the ticket aboard the ship. What a great marketing tool. He had come for the deep sea fishing as well as the day of treasure hunting, but still, throw a fuckable teen on the brochure cover, and he was sold.
"I'm good for now," he replied.
She looked down at the Chihuahua that hid under his chair. "I love your dog. He's so cute."
Sam started to tell her that he wasn't his and that the dumb dog just followed him around everywhere. Instead, he lied. "He is cute, isn't he?"
"Yes." She bent low. "Hi, sweetie."
The dog shivered and licked its lips.
Sam enjoyed the view of her breasts as she leaned forward. He smiled. "How old did you say you were?"
She stood. "I'm eighteen."
"Really?" That made things difficult. Sam liked eighteen-year-old girls; that is, he liked to fuck them. And the captain would probably make him walk the plank if he tried any funny business with this beauty.
"When was your birthday?"
"Last month."
"Are you serious? And I missed it?"
She giggled. "I didn't know you then."
"But you know me now. Here, let me give you a birthday hug." He reached out, bade her come closer. Just because the captain was going to make him walk the plank, didn't mean he couldn't enjoy her body before he did.
She laughed. "I love birthday hugs." Her brunette hair fell forward against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him as he leaned forward from his chair.
She patted his back with her hand that was holding the empty beer. It was cold.
It gave Sam the perfect opportunity. He jolted then pulled her closer as he turned in his seat, pulling her on top of him. "Your hands are freezing!"
"Mr. Wild," she gasped.
He placed his right hand on her hip, and his left hand just behind her neck, as if he were steadying her.
"I'm sorry, but you startled me." He pulled her close, acting as if he didn't want her to fall.
"I didn't mean too."
"It's okay." He moved his hand from her hip and rested it on her stomach. Her ass shifted against his hips, dangerously close to his hardening cock. "Just don't let it happen again, or else we may end up in this same position."
She giggled.
He kept talking, knowing that the longer he distracted her, the longer she would stay. "So what made you want to be a waitress on this little ship here?"
"I love the ocean. I like the idea of looking for sunken treasure. This is perfect for me."
He ran his fingertips over her soft arms. "I sure hope you use a lot of sunscreen. Your skin is absolutely beautiful; you don't want to get burned, or even worse, skin cancer!" As if he had scared himself to death, he pulled her closer.
"Mr. Wild. Cancer is not going to happen. I take very good care of myself. I'm a good girl."
He winked. "Not too good, I hope."
She blushed. "Well, I better get back to work."
He held her closer. "What else is there to do? This boat is small. There is only me and the dumb Texan. And he's a real asshole. I see the way he looks at you, and I don't like it."
She grimaced. "It happens all the time believe it or not."
"Well, you're gorgeous. But that doesn't make it right." He ran his hand up her lapel, his fingertip just over her breast. "And they make you wear these tight clothes. It's just not right. Don't get me wrong, you're gorgeous, but still, this is a little better than a swimsuit."
"I don't mind, Mr. Wild. It pays pretty good and I get to spend my time hanging out with unique people."
"Well, as long as you don't feel used, that's good. But if you need anything on this trip, you let me know, okay? I'm here to protect you." He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
She bit her lip, looked down for a moment.
Sam smiled. "I bet it gets lonely out here."
"Um, kind of." She looked down at his hand as it rested on her stomach.
Sam gently moved his thumb around her belly button. There, now there was no question what he wanted.
She looked in his eyes; she seemed so fragile and innocent.
Yes, this was perfect.
Sam leaned forward to steal a kiss. Her blue eyes grew big then she smiled as he got closer.
"YEEHAW!" The Texan screamed from the starboard side.
The waitress jumped off Sam's lap and rushed away. "Fish on!" she called to the captain.
Captain Briggs rushed from inside the cabin onto the deck.
"He's a big 'ne!" The Texan screamed. The hulking, muscled man wrestled with the ten foot long, deep sea rod, trying not to lose it overboard.
The waitress patted him on the back. "Release the line until we strap you in the chair, sir."
"Fuck that! He might get 'way!"
"Sir, you told us you can't swim. If you go in, we may not be able to save you!"
The Texan yanked back on the pole, stressing the line.
Captain Briggs expertly reached around the six foot man, grabbed the buckles and latched them together. "Alright Billy Chambers, now you listen to me. If you want that thing mounted, stuffed and on your wall by the time you get back to Texas, you will do exactly as I say."
"I don't like taking orders much," Billy said as he grimaced as the rod was almost ripped from his grasp.
"Do you like losing a huge Blue Fin?"
"No!"
"Then, release the string. This is going to be a long battle. If you try and reel him in while he still has energy, you're going to snap the line and all the money you paid me for this trip will be for shit."
The Texans eyes grew as big as the oversized cowboy hat on his head. "Promise me he ain't gonna get away."
"There are no promises. But if you shut up and listen, I promise, you will probably get him in."
"Shit. Okay, let's do it."
"Reel it a few feet at a time, let him fight and tire himself out. When the line slackens, reel again. Each time he will come closer and closer."
"Fuck, he's strong." His big muscles bulged.
"That's because he's a huge mother fucker!" Briggs slapped the Texan on the back. "Good job, Billy! Keep it up."
Even the waitress seemed inspired by all the action. She clapped and bounced on her toes each time Billy managed to reel in several feet of string.
Sam sighed. Shit.
He took a swig of his beer. When he finished, he grabbed another one from the cooler. Sitting in his chair he tried to ignore the loud Texan and his nasal sounding voice.
After a half hour, as the Texan continued to struggle, Sam's line dipped. A fish! He jumped and started reeling. The line quickly came in. Sam had none of the fight the Texan was still wrestling with. He almost yelled, "Fish on!" but before he could open his mouth, his sinker raised out of the water.
Next, he pulled a six inch fish out of the sea. It was barely bigger than the hook that pierced its gill.
Sam lifted the fish on the boat.
Just as he did, Billy roared. "Look at her! She's fucking huge."
Sam spun and saw a monster Blue Fin Tuna jump out of the water. It glistened in the sun as it sailed through the air. Sam's mouth gaped open as the fish splashed back in the sea.
Before he could close his mouth, it leaped out of the water, again.
"Yeehaw! Look at that bitch!" Billy was having the time of his oversized life.
The waitress clapped and looked proud of the Texan.
Sam sat in his chair, unhooked the fish and looked at it for a while. It flopped and fluttered. Disgusted, he tossed it back in the sea.
Shit.
The Chihuahua tapped to the edge of the boat, peered at the spot the fish had splashed back in the water, then scurried back under Sam's seat.
"I know, Bitch." Sam groaned. "You don't have to rub it in."
The dog yipped then quietly trembled as it sat on its haunches.
The captain's voice echoed out across the ocean. "That's the biggest fish we've ever caught this year. If you can reel it all the way in, you win the jackpot!"
"Jackpot? I didn't know about no jackpot!" Billy said.
"Each trip, a portion of our fees goes toward the jackpot. The next year, the first one to catch a fish bigger than any caught the previous year, wins it."
"Woo wee! How much is it?"
"Ten thousand dollars," Captain Briggs replied.
"Yesssss!" Billy smacked the waitress on the ass and kept reeling the fish in.
She squealed, and seemed to like it.
Sam kicked the bottle at his feet. "Shit."
Chapter 2
Though the ship was small, the privacy it provided was perfect. When they were not fishing, the Texan, who still wouldn’t shut up about the big fucking fish he caught, took the bow of the ship, Sam stayed toward the back. The cook and captain stayed inside and the only other two people were the waitress and the captain's daughter.
Sam enjoyed the silence while it lasted, which wasn't very long. Too often, Billy fired a gunshot in the air for no good reason other than to show how annoying he could be. It was always followed by a "Yeehaw!"
"Damn, sonofabitch," Sam muttered. He took a sip of his beer then put the cool bottle to his forehead. Next time, he would pay double the fare so he could have the boat all to himself.
A voice broke him out of his thoughts. "Are you hungry, Sam?"
"I don't know," he said as a drop of water fell off the bottle and down his cheek.
Vivian, the captain's daughter walked up. She was a looker. In her midtwenties with blonde hair that reached down to her ass, she looked more at home on a modeling shoot than a stinky ship deck, helping fat Texans kill and gut fish so they could be stuffed later on.
Oh wait, it was the waitress that had to help Billy gut the fish. She squirmed the entire time as if blood and guts made her sick.
His thoughts reversed back to Vivian. Sam would have fucked her for sure, but she was a bit too old for him.
He was too much of a dirty old man to want to seduce a girl in her twenties. He would probably screw her if she offered, but his eyes were still on the yummy teen waitress.
Where was she by the way?
Vivian laughed. "How do you not know? Isn't that your stomach growling?"
"No, that's Bitch." He gestured to the Chihuahua, who was bristling under his seat. "Sit, Bitch."
The dog whimpered, then sat on his haunches while he showed a few sharp teeth.
"Your dog's name is Bitch?"
"He's not my dog, but that's what I call him. If you had to put up with his shit, you'd understand."
She laughed. "Well, I'll have Emily bring you some food."
"Who is that?"
"The waitress."
"Ah, that's right." Emily. To him, she was just a girl he wanted to fuck, she didn't need a name. "What is for dinner, anyway?"
"Fish, of course."
"It's not from the fish that damn Texan caught, is it?"
"Would it bother you if it was?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely. I already have to put up with him shooting that tiny pistol of his so he can make up for his dick deficiency, so I'd rather not have his fish in my mouth, if you know what I mean."
She laughed and shook her head. "You are a character, Sam."
"Something tells me you get a lot of those on here."
A gun fired.
"That we do."
"You don’t have a steak, do you?"
"No."
"What about a microwavable dinner?"
"Sam, you paid a lot of money, it wouldn't be right for us to microwave food for you."
"Well, if it's between fish and that, I'll take the latter."
She sighed. "Raul won't be happy. He worked extra hard to make these dinners."
"Tell Raul to bring steak next time and we won't have a problem."
She smiled. "Yes, sir. I'll see what I can find." Vivian walked back toward the galley.
"Wait, Vivian?"
"Yes?"
"Do dogs eat fish?"
"I would assume so."
"Well, if you're going to throw it away, go ahead and give it to Bitch."
He could hear her chuckle. "You have no idea how much that is going to piss off Raul."
"Meh, see if I give a fuck."