F4M The Airship Captain
Synopsis: in a world of Victorian steampunk you are a duke with a delicate cargo to transport. The captain of the airship Cavalluccio has a fine reputation as a woman of honor but your request may be beyond her ability, she will certainly need some convincing.
Note: the beginning of this includes a secondary character with two lines, these may be omitted or just performed in a different accent as the recorder sees fit.
Sound effects (optional): door opening/closing, drawer opening/closing, drinks pouring, clink of glasses, slight gag/choke while drinking, clothing sounds, thud of hitting desk
(Knock at a door)
Captain: Enter
Jones: Afternoon Cap'n. Some gentleman just came aboard, he's asking to see you. Looks nobleborn I'd say.
Captain: Oh joy, you'd better send him in Jones. And close the door behind you.
Jones: Aye Aye Cap'n. (Door opening) right this way Sir, the Cap'n'll see you now.
(Door closes)
Captain: Welcome aboard The Cavalluccio Your Grace . Can I offer you a drink? Tea perhaps, or would you prefer something stronger?
(Brief pause)
I do have a bottle of that actually, one moment.
(Drawer opening, bottle being withdrawn and drawer closed. Clinking of glasses and pouring liquid)
There, salut. (Clinking of glasses)
Now Your Grace I'm assuming you are not here for a simple social call. I take it you have a job to offer me.
Yes, Your Grace, the Cavalluccio is very fast, I'd dare say she's one of the fastest ships in the sky. Though I will admit to being a tad biased.
Sir, you're dancing around the issue, what is it that you want? Cargo transport is certainly within my wheelhouse. What would I be transporting and to where?
You, you plan on coming with us, to ensure your cargo arrives safely. I'm… a little insulted but very well. And what is this cargo?
A box, (sigh) Your Grace if you wish to charter my vessel I must insist on knowing the contents of this box. Far too many Captains have been burned by not knowing what they were transporting.
Lift crystals? Brand new ones? (impressed whistle). Oh I can handle it, Your Grace. But I'm sure you're aware that selling lift crystals to other cities requires a license, one I take it you don't have.
Mmm thought not. Now where exactly are these crystals going?
(Begins to take a sip then gags and chokes in surprise.)
I'm sorry Your Grace I must have misheard you, because there is no possible way you just said Lucian.
Your Grace with all due respect, are you completely mad? That city is full of degenerate murderous lunatics! The closest thing they have to a leader is whichever of them has the biggest sword. They will open fire on anyone for anything. I once saw a bar fight escalate until the patrons were shooting at each other with pistols and stabbing each other with steak knives. Unless your profit margin is obscene I cannot recommend...
How much? Who in the hell... no frankly Your Grace I don't want to know.
Anyone willing to pay that much for a crate of lift crystals is either a fool or desperate, and neither make for calm journeys.
I'm sorry Your Grace, but you will have to find someone else to transport your goods. There is nothing you can say to make me take that risk.
Your Grace, while I don't doubt you can offer substantial rewards, that does not change the fact that this will be extremely dangerous.
And what 'other' incentives could you offer? Money? favors? There are few things worth risking life and limb for, and I doubt you have anything on you that can convince me otherwise.
Why are you suddenly standing so close to me?
Yes, Your Grace you are most attractive, and your outline is... impressive, but I fail to see...
(Chuckling) oh my word. Are you offering yourself in payment? Well I never.
Last time I got an offer like that was down on the docks. Some swaggering rent boy offered to show me heaven for a few coins. He more than lived up to his promise. And you plan to do the same?
Oh Your Grace you are very welcome to try. Let me see you.
Mmm that waistcoat is doing wonders to that chest of yours. Let’s see what you look like without it.
Come here, let me taste those lips.
(Kiss that starts slow but becomes more passionate quickly)
Mmm not bad at all. Let me feel that chest. Mmm very nice.
(Gentle kisses)
Did you like that? You really are a man whore, yourself, aren’t you? Oh don't take offense Your Grace, whores are vastly underrated people.
(Moan of pleasure)
Mmm your hand feels good. But wouldn't you like to reach inside. That's it, undo the buttons on my trousers. Feel how wet I am.
There's a good boy.
I shall do the same. Ooh.. Your Grace… you seem to be happy with your current situation.
Now then, I should ask, what are you offering? Where should we put this whore pipe?
Oh jumping right to that are we? Well it seems you need a few lessons in negotiation.
I think we’ll start with… tipping the velvet. I want to know how talented that tongue really is.
Undress me, Your Grace…and throw me on the desk.
<undressing sounds>
Let’s see if you can best that tramp from the docks. My money is on him.
(moans)
You’re not half bad at this, Your Grace. Use your fingers. None of this one finger business. Stick two into my tight wet cunt.
(louder moans)
Mmm Your Grace…you're going to make me cum. Do so, and I may return the favor.
Good boy.
(Moans)
(Orgasm)
No, no….come here and kiss me. Press that cock against me. Fuck. I can feel it throbbing.
Yes, Your Grace. Fuck me with that hard cock.
(Moans, slow at first but becoming more rapid and rhythmic)
That's it. Do you like watching my tits bounce as you thrust? You may touch them… Squeeze them. That’s it.
(moan)
You’re going to make me cum again, Your Grace.
(Moans faster and more aggressively)
Come on, make me cum. Feel me squeeze tight around you.
(orgasm)
Mmm, well. I rather enjoyed that.
But what about you? Well, I am a woman of my word. You have done your part, and now I shall do mine.
Pull out and hop up on this desk, Your Grace.
(pause)
(kissing, licking sounds)
Mmm does my mouth feel good?
(improv blowjob...interspersed with these lines)
Why yes….I have done this before. I’m better at this than you expected? snort
Mmm it's been a while since I've made a nobleman moan like a whore.
Give me your cum, Your Grace.
Oh yes. That's it. Drain your cock down my throat. Good boy.
Well that was…spectacular. Alright then, Your Grace. You have yourself an airship. The Cavalluccio will be ready to fly tomorrow morning 10am sharp. Will that suffice?
Excellent. In that case,
(Door opens)
I will see you tomorrow.
(Brief pause)
Jones get in here!
Jones: Cap'n
Captain: Recall the men from shore leave I want the ship ready by 9am tomorrow.
Jones: Aye aye Sir. Where are we going?
Captain: Lucian, oh and warn the crew we'll be having company. Get the guest quarters made up.
Jones: Aye Cap'n. I take it you and the duke came to some sort of arrangement.
Captain: some sort yes. See to it Jonesy, I have a course to plot...
