Thoughtfully Shane strolled along the narrow corridor towards cabin
No. 221. He had already checked with the purser's office on what number
cabin Miss Dorita Dunstan occupied. He had managed to glance into Tim's
cabin over his shoulder, and as far as he could see it was empty. Which
suggested that the lovely Dorita had managed to evade being alone with
Tim on their first encounter. Not that Shane thought that Dorita stood
much chance of holding out for long if Tim was really interested.
During the year he had been with the company he had seen more girls
pass through Tim's hands than he could remember. They all succumbed in
the end. Firstly because Tim Yurin was an undeniably attractive man,
and secondly because he was very determined. There was also a third
factor to be taken into consideration. He had a big say in the affairs
of the Durham company, and most girls deemed it unwise to thwart the
choreographer. As Shane knocked on Dorita's cabin door, he wondered if
she had thought of this.
Dorita was sitting on her bunk, having just taken off her sandals
when she heard the knock on the door. She thought it was Tim, who had
tried his best to get her to go into his cabin “for a nightcap”.
However, being forewarned meant being forearmed, Dorita had thought to
herself. She had refused, politely but firmly. She was surprised,
therefore, when she opened the door and saw Shane standing outside, a
smile on his face which revealed the whiteness of his teeth against his
“Hello! Thought I'd drop by and let you know that Rona has just told
me we're being called out for some kind of rehearsal tomorrow morning.
Seems we're all due for some kind of pep talk from our resident
choreographer, and a few limbering up exercises,” Shane said in a
casually friendly voice. Without waiting to be asked, he then walked
into the small cabin.
“Come in,” Dorita said, closing the door behind him.
Shane, however, ignored the slight sarcasm in Dorita's voice. At
least he'd got into the cabin, which was more than Tim had managed to
do by the look of things.
Dorita watched the young negro drape his muscular length on her bunk,
and inwardly sighed. It had been difficult enough getting away from
Tim, and now she was landed with Shane. She wondered if the Durham
Company always behaved like this, or was it just the fact that they
were on board ship and they had more time at their disposal? She had
been warned about Tim, but no one had warned her about Shane. She
should have stopped him entering the cabin, but it was too late now.
She saw the negro searching in his pockets, and eventually he produced
a packet of cigarettes which he held out to her. Slowly she walked
across to him and took one, sitting down on the bunk while she accepted
a light. That was a tactical mistake, and one which a girl with more
experience than Dorita wouldn't have made. Instead of giving her a
light Shane suddenly pulled her backwards onto the bunk, and rolling on
top of her kissed her good and hard. Dorita, taken completely by
surprise, the breath knocked out of her body, lay sprawled half on and
half off the bunk. The Grecian tunic dress rode to the very tops of her
thighs, and she gave a strangled gasp, trying to push Shane away from
her, as one of his hands went straight under the dress and closed
firmly and boldly over the vee of her pubis, hidden from view only by
white silk scants.
Dorita was outraged. If she could have freed her mouth from Shane's
determined lips she would have screamed blue murder. If she could have
struggled free from his tight grip she would have rampaged out of the
cabin shouting rape at the top of her voice. If she could only have
reached the bell push set in the wall above her bed and summoned a
steward. But she could do none of these things, no matter how hard she
struggled. It was rape. Shane had gone nuts. She was being
ravaged by a negro on her first night out at sea. She would complain to
Miss Durham. She would have Shane thrown out of the company. She would
charge him in court with rape. He'd got no right...
Shane continued to hold onto the struggling girl. He was taking a
risk he knew, but he wasn't completely nuts as Dorita thought. He'd met
young girls like Dorita before, and Shane thought he knew exactly how
to deal with them. Dorita attracted him strongly, but after listening
to her conversation during dinner he'd recognised the naivete of some
of her views. She was, in fact, still wet behind the ears. One could
spend the whole voyage dancing attendance on a girl like this, and get
nowhere. But Shane was convinced of one thing — Dorita was a highly
sexed teenager. All he had to do was...
Dorita gave another strangled gasp, then she suddenly stopped
struggling and froze. Shane's hand had gone underneath the silk of her
scants, and his sensitive fingers were caressing the area of her sex.
She tried to squeeze her legs together, in an effort to restrict his
movements. But she found that she couldn't move. She felt completely
and utterly paralysed with shock. And there was something else. No
matter how she tried to fight it, the most delicious sensations were
trickling up and down her spine. Her limbs felt languorous, heavy,
drugged by waves of sensuous pleasure. Making a tremendous effort she
again tried to push Shane away from her. But her attempts to escape
were doomed to failure....