Slipway Grey: A Deep Sea Thriller by Dane Hatchell, Mark C. Scioneaux Read Free Book Online Page A

had my share.”
    “You’ve had your share of porn and hand lotion.” Luke burst out laughing.
    Glenn looked embarrassed but only for a moment. “That’s true, too.” He chuckled.
    The singer sang the last line to a song praising no tan lines. A restaurant manager stepped up on stage as party music blared from the loud speakers.
    “Good evening everyone. It’s midnight, and you know what that’s time for. Get ready for Frank Fabre’s, the forefather founder of Frank’s Fish House, feverishly fantastic phantasmagorical wet tee shirt contest. Girls, if you all would please come on stage.”
    The crowd roared and patrons left their seats heading for the stage.
    “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Glenn sprang from his chair and sprinted off. Luke finished his drink before following.
    Eight girls danced onto the stage, wearing tight fitting tee shirts. Sarah, Serena, and Mandy were the last to arrive.
    “So that’s what she had up her sleeve,” Chet said as he jockeyed toward the front of the stage.
    “I don’t know if I like this.” Desmond took a long pull from his drink and stayed by Chet’s side.
    Of the eight contestants, four wore jeans and had the bottoms of the shirts rolled up to their tits. Mandy, her friends, and another girl had extra-long tee shirts that cupped them right below the ass cheeks. They wore panties but nothing else. Serena’s athletic build had her at a disadvantage in the tit size department, but her rock-hard body and long slender legs made up for it. Sarah’s breasts were more than a mouthful, but not by much. For what she lacked in overall physical sexiness, she stole the stage with her fluid suggestive dance moves. Mandy stood out as the prettiest girl with the hottest body. Her tits were only a little smaller than a fat chick’s at the end of the line.
    “Damn. Look at Sarah. I think a pole might be involved in her future employment.” Desmond found the straw with his tongue and drank, never taking his gaze away.
    Chet’s gaze wandered across all the girls. He waved at Mandy and adjusted his crotch.
    A waiter showed up with a bug sprayer and doused the girls across the chest with a stream of water. Whoops, hollers, and rebel yells rocked the night. The girls in the audience were as worked up as the men.
    Shirts clung to breasts, molding into a formed fit, and turned translucent. There wasn’t much left to the imagination as more water soaked into fabric and nipples pointed at the crowd.
    “Man, I think I’m going to come on myself.” Glenn clapped his hands to the beat and flexed his knees to the rhythm. “I love pussssssssssssay! Yeow!”
    Luke stared at Mandy. His eyes widened, and his mouth slowly opened. “She’s so beautiful.” He spoke so low there was no chance of anyone hearing.
    Mandy danced over by Sarah and shook her ass, trying to match her friend’s show-stealing performance. Sarah let out a squeal of excitement and took center stage, while most of the other girls swayed their hips in the background and watched.
    The crowd came to a fever pitch. Sarah turned and rubbed Mandy’s tits in long, slow circles. Mandy contorted her face in mock  ecstasy  as  Sarah  rubbed  her  face  on  Mandy’s  chest  and casually lowered to her crotch.
    Glenn screamed with approval.
    Sarah raised her head back up. Mandy pulled her long blonde hair to the side and stuck out her tongue. Sarah moved her face closer, and the two seductively licked tongues. Mandy pulled Sarah in close and kissed her deeply with an open mouth. Sarah grabbed Mandy by the ass and they rubbed crotches.
    The music abruptly stopped, and the restaurant manager fast stepped in front the two girls as they broke their embrace.
    “Okay. Looks like we’re going to have to turn a hose on these two to cool them off. Nice job, girls. All of you.” He stepped away and motioned with his arm. “Everyone gather in front. It’s time to vote.”
    The girls lined up, and the manager went to