Native Claim - Sex Stories

Native Claim

... white sleeveless shirt. On her left shoulder a green and aqua half sleeved tattoo was on display. The colours contrast her fiery copper hair and pale skin. Her usual attire and repose around the office had kept it hidden. As she saw the cargo ships crewman eyeing it, she was becoming self-conscious that perhaps today was a bad day to dress to stay cool. The crew man smiled and lifted his grease stained and tattered red singlet up above his chest. He had a kick boxer’s body and a faded green tattoo of a serpent coiling up around his torso. Jillian gave him smile that said she liked. Her body language was almost flirtatious, but both she and the crewman were on the same level, this was not a sexual display. The ink marked spirits for them. Jillian’s green and aqua tea pots represented her grandmother, and the crewman’s represented his fighter’s spirit. The crewman eyed her up and down as if she were forbidden fruit. Jillian stepped out to the side and faced him straight on. Her posture said no, but the smile on her face told him he was welcome to admire. Jillian’s first exchange with a person other than Billings was cut short as Billings and the Captain walked out on deck. “Translator?” Billings barked. He always barked when he didn’t get his way. “No.” The Captain was definite. He seemed frustrated like Billings had been on him for a while. “Christ. At least a guide!” “No.” The Captain waved his hands in front of him into a cross and then opened them. He was being clear. “My ...

... agreement with Apex does not have me putting my men at risk Mr Billings. We have accommodated you and your Company as far as we can. Remember I am a businessman and this is a cargo ship. Once you have been taken to shore Nahuatl will leave you with a radio for you to signal you want to come back.” Jillian looked at the serpented man in front of her. His name was Nahuatl and as he watched the two authoritarian males play it out he looked uncomfortable. “Why can’t he come inland with us?” Nahuatl looked uncomfortable. “There is a reason the Mumbahoo are not on the Tribal Council Mr Billings.” The Captain said. “There will be someone there who speaks English, or French, or at the very least Vietnamese. It is your problem. My problem is explaining to my clients why their shipments have been delayed.” As he finished he turned from Billings a disappeared back inside. Billings was left with a snarl on his face muttering profanities under his breathe. As he walked to the ladder he took a look at Jillian. His upper lipped curled condemning her attire, but it seemed she was so far below him he wouldn’t waste his time chastising her. “Come on”, he muttered and started down the ladder to the boat. Nahuatl looked at Jillian and shrugged before following Billings down. Jillian sighed and wondered if she had ruined any chance of that good word back to HR. She tapped her carry bag to make sure the tablet and keyboard were still inside. She lugged it onto her back and once secured started down ...