(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete)

Bonus 6 - Walk the plank

"Where's the rum?"

I snapped my fingers to make him react and get it for me.

"Since when did you start drinking?"

"Oh, I've been drinking a lot before we met, Joe. That's actually why we met."

I smirked, thinking about how Mr. Jackson felt me up that night. And then I smirked even wider when I thought about the first time we had sex in his office, and his boss had given him a warning afterwards.

"But you shouldn't be drinking. You're pregnant. Again."

I scoffed.

"Ah, shut it. Of course I know that. But all pirates are drinking rum, so I need to pretend to drink it to make this, whatever this is, as realistic as possible."

Then he looked around and frowned.

"What is this anyway?"

"It's called roleplay, jackass. And don't you dare jump the plank and swim away before I'm done with you!"

Then I thought for a moment.

"Not unless I tell you to," I added with a wicked grin. And Joe gulped nervously.

"But, Missy. We don't have to do all of this. You can just tie me to the bed like you use to."

"No. I wanna have some fun. And I've got plans for you."

Oh boy, have you got plans, Gail...

Joe looked more nervous than ever.

"Besides, this is my birthday gift from Mr. Jackson. And even though I wish he could be here right now, you're definitely a good second choice. Or third, maybe."

Geeksy, Gail. Remember how hot he was when he was in charge of that submarine? Oh dear Lord, yes.

"I wish you could stop talking about me like I was a different person. I am Mr. Jackson, even though it's strange that you call me that since we're married and should be on first names, which in my case is Michael."

He pursed his lips and tugged on his shirt, that he claimed was itchy. But I'd told him to wear a pirate costume to make everything more authentic, which he had argued loudly about, until he saw my outfit. Then he got a boner, and suddenly became strangely tractable.

"Look, Joe. I've told you several times that you have multiple personalities, and I have to use different names to keep you apart."

"Yeah, I know. But I'm still just one man, and it's kinda confusing when..."

I knew exactly what he was going to say, because we'd had this discussion plenty of times before. So I quickly waved my hands in the air to stop him.

"Just give me my damn rum, Joe! And prepare to clean the deck afterwards."

"Clean the deck? I thought we were going to have fun? And cleaning is quite far down on my list over favorite things to do."

I giggled mischievously.

"Oh, but we're gonna do a lot of things on your list that comes way before that. Or should I say cum?"

"What's the difference between come and come? You're still coming, aren't you?"

I snorted.

"See? This is why I'd want Mr. Jackson to be here! He'd taken that right away."

"And now you're confusing again," he muttered.

"Me confusing? Try a couple of weeks in my shoes, and you'll understand what confusing is."

Joe handed me a brown glass bottle that had a label that said 'soap' on it. Oh well... Close enough. I wasn't gonna drink anything anyway. And since my other hand was busy holding the wheel, I used my teeth to pull off the label. Then I spat it out, before I got aware that Joe was staring at me with his mouth wide open.