Page 54 of Frat Row
“Mom, please calm down. I’m just going down to the engine room like I always do. You know I love checking out the mechanics and any upgrades the staff has made,” I tell her.
“Honey, I just want you to be careful. It’s so hot down there, and you know how your father doesn’t like anyone in that area of the yacht. It has always been forbidden and completely off limits to most of the staff members,” she chides.
“Well, you caught me, but like I said, it’s not my first time down there. I just like to hear the mechanics; it stills my warring thoughts.”
She rolls her blue eyes and throws up her hands, surrendering to me. “Fine, I won’t say anything; just be quick about it.”
Descending the stairs, I open the thick, steel, white door to the engine room, which features a small, textured glass window that doesn’t allow you to see clearly what’s on the other side.
Loud sounds wash out everything around me, even the ocean, and I love it.
It allows me not to be in my head. It’s the same concept as a white noise machine for me.
As I walk around the engine room, an unfamiliar door comes into view. This must be part of the upgrades they worked on during the yacht’s renovation last year.
Cautiously walking up to the door, I hesitantly reach for the handle. I try to open it, but it won’t budge because it’s locked. That is strange. Gently, I press my ear against the door, and all I hear are ear-piercing moans.
Assuming it is some of the staff that have snuck off and wanted a quick fuck, I inwardly chuckle to myself.
Listening again, I only hear one person continuously moaning; it sounds like a woman, but it is hard to make out with the engine directly behind me.
Searching around the room, I find a key holder located on the wall beside the door I entered, with three sets of keys hanging from the hooks.
I start to think better of it. Disturbing her would not be the best idea, especially if she is about to reach her climax, but my intuition takes over, as well as my dick, and I convince myself that I will only take a peek.
Hurrying over to the key rack, I grab the first set of keys closest to the door. I try them out, but they don’t fit. The same thing happens to the keys in the middle.
I take a deep breath as I hold the final set of keys in my hand. I place it in the lock and turn it, and it clicks. Nervously, I set my hand on the door and push, barely cracking the door open, and I hear a clunking sound.
Spinning around, I notice a set of keys fell to the ground because I did not secure them on the hook.
Sporting a bulge in my pants, I open the door.
The sight before me makes all of the hair on my arms stand upright, and goosebumps flow over my entire body. There, lying naked on the bed, is someone I thought had become a ghost.