“Yes.”

“Does it turn you on?”

“Yes.”

“I want to make you wet down there. I want to make you want me. I want you to concentrate on where all this is going and what your ultimate pleasure will be.”

“Okay.”

“Think into it, forget everything and everybody except you and me.”

My god, it was actually happening. I was so aware of her leg touching me in an intimate place, undulating with the music that I had to stifle a sound that wanted to escape from my throat.

Bette went on, “I like sucking your nipples. I like feeling how firm and rigid they are in my mouth. I like kissing them too and licking them in circles.”

“Does it turn you on?”

“No baby, I can’t get turned on. This is about satisfying you. We both need to pool our minds together to feel that force. Do you understand?”

“It’s getting intense.”

“Good, I want it to be intense. I want you to feel my hands, my fingers, my mouth and tongue through my words, in your mind. Every fiber of my being is locked into your mind, your libido and your body.”

She gave me a sudden squeeze as if it was an exclamation mark.

“Now I have my hand between your legs. I touch your inside thigh with a nudge to encourage you to spread your legs to make room for me between them. I am there, scooting down so that I can kiss my way south to your tummy. I will do it slowly. I place my, slightly parted lips between your breasts and leave a hint of moisture there, kissing a path to your midriff, licking, kissing. Now tell me how it feels. Tell me what you’re thinking….”

“That I want us to go somewhere else to make it all really happen.“

“Please, baby,” she paused , as if to get me back on track with patience. “Please, go with the flow.”

I was so turned on I was sure everyone on the ship was watching us so I could not help but turn my head, open my eyes and look around. In a split second I saw that it was as Bette had said, all the other dancers were doing their own thing. In fact, I saw two men kissing but I could not make out who it was.