God but it was getting busy. Of course it was the first day, the sun was warm and the pool deck was one of the best places to catch the rays. The ship turned as it cleared the harbour mouth and began to head south, throwing the bar itself into the shadow of the superstructure for'ard of it, but the pool itself was well towards the stern of the liner and still in the full sub-tropical sun.<br/><br/>The Atlantic swell caught the vessel and, in spite of the computerised stabilisers and the size of the ship, a little of it was still transmitted to the higher decks of the vessel. Magenta didn't mind in the least. This wasn't her first cruise, although it was the longest she'd ever been on, on the biggest ship, and she quickly found her sea-legs. One of the passengers was looking decidedly green though, in spite of the mildness of the swell. Maggie pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and popped it onto her tray with the "blow job". She walked over to where the gentleman had left his shirt, and placed the water beside it, ringing the bottle to her own tab, and pocketing the twenty, then continuing to where the ass-hat was now sitting up, rather than reclining. "Your blow job, sir. My male colleague made sure all the ingredients were just right for you."<br/><br/>She smiled. "Butterscotch schnapps, Baileys, and..." She paused and then whispered the last words seductively, "<em>Whipped</em>cream!" Magenta set the glass down and leered at the distinctly green face, "Enjoy your drink, sir!" She said brightly and then headed back to where Liz was gaurding her drink for her.<br/><br/>"Whew! It's getting busy, Lizzie. Heh, Sorry, couldn't resist that one." She sat and took a sip of her rapidly warming L.I.I.T. "Gah! I needed that. So, how would you like a tour of the stewardess' quarters later?"