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Which is fine because I never remember their names, either. That is, if I bother to ask to begin with. Which I normally don’t.
I toss aside the book I’m reading, take one last draw on my scotch, and stretch, looking up at the black night and the glittering stars. It’s a freakishly still night, so the boat’s rocking is at a minimum.
I’ll say this much about Ibiza. We’re far enough from Spain’s mainland that there’s minimal light pollution, which makes for amazing night skies. Not that the majority of people who come here ever even notice.
The big locked gate at the end of the dock clangs open and then closes again. Laughter draws nearer as do footsteps, and it’s clear several people are on their way down to our slip. The guys must have had a successful night. They usually do.
I extend a hand to help this evening’s company aboard, two dolled-up babes who sound French, and their quieter friend, who might be unnoticeable in the dim light if she wasn’t wearing bright red lipstick.
She’s a novelty, not trying too hard. Actually, she’s not trying at all. Which is kind of hot. Like a challenge
“Welcome aboard, ladies,” I say with a slight bow. “Please remove your shoes while Karol gets a couple bottles of champagne. I am Bogdan, but you can call me Bogi if you like.”
Fed turns on the music, and with champagne in their hands minutes later, the French girls begin to dance.
It’s not like I have anything against party girls, aside from the fact that they can be a pain in the ass. The pretty ones are the worst. They’re accustomed to the universe giving them what they want, and when they don’t get it, watch out. I can’t blame a person for being demanding, but some of the chicks the guys bring back to the yacht are downright ridiculous.
A while back, a woman dancing up on the bow dropped an earring or something into the water. She actually wanted us guys to dive in and find it for her.
Tonight’s girls aren’t so bad, at least not so far. The two who identified themselves as sisters are definitely on something, cooing and bumping and grinding against each other. Probably took some of that shit ecstasy they give out in the clubs. Why anyone would take street drugs from people they don’t know is beyond me. I mean, moving drugs is one of our best businesses, but I never take the shit.
I want to live to see my thirty-fourth birthday.
But hey, when people are on vacation, they do stuff they don’t do at home. Myself, I pretty much do whatever the fuck I want whether I’m home or not.
My line of business affords that luxury.
Their friend with the red lips, however, clearly did not indulge. She’s clear eyed, sitting in a far corner of the afterdeck, holding her champagne like it’s poison.
I chat her up. Find out how the hell she ended up hanging with girls like these.
“You do not like champagne. What a terrible host I am,” I say, taking her glass from her. “Can I get you something else to drink… what did you say your name was?”
She gets to her feet, swaying slightly, unaccustomed to the slight movement of the boat. “Abby. My name is Abby. And if you don’t mind, I would like something else to drink, thank you.”
“Karol!” I shout.
Our steward and all-round-everything man pokes his head up from the galley. “Yes, Bogi,” he says in his heavy Polish accent.
“Can you take my friend here, Abby, down and show her our selection of beverages? Let her choose something other than champagne.”
Karol gives his usual small smile, designed to hide his bad teeth.
I know this about him. He’s been with my family since I was a little kid.
“Miss Abby, come, come,” he says, waving her toward him.
Abby looks at me. “Cool. Thanks.”
By letting her choose her own drink, Abby can be confident no drugs were added to it. Unlike her French friends, with their imbibing of street drugs, Abby is the kind of girl that only drinks things she’s seen opened.
Smart move.
Too many girls accept drinks from total strangers, and the results, sadly, are often ugly. I might not be the nicest guy in the world, but I don’t fucking drug women.
I’ll kill a guy who does shit like that.
In fact, I just about have. The guys and I saw some guy trying to roofie a girl in a club a while back. We beat the shit out of him until an ambulance was called.
