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Isaiah Jones versus the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey)

chapter 24 “Yachties of Key West: Human Traffic”

“…She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.”

-Vladimir Nabokov

Lotus Flower: Nelumbo nucifera

“The bird that’s flown into my room

Slowly we unfurl

As lotus flowers

‘Cause all I want is the earth upon a stick”

-Radio Head

“Sometimes you need the honesty and security of a whore.”

-Zed

‘Killing Zoe’

Isaiah docked his ship for the first time in two weeks, having just completed the first 1000-mile leg on a shakedown cruise aboard the SS Exodus. Having sailed solo from Galveston with his dog Starbuck, after an unexpected early morning trip to the vets, he encounters two teen girls working at a local burger joint in Key West.

This is their story.

The Story of Beatrix and Mara:

“BBHMM”, “Bitch Better Have My Money”

-Rihanna

Savanah Nikola Svensson wore a Helen Kaminski Riviera wide brim sun hat in alabaster barley, Antropologee, Farm Rio fringe sarong over her Dior Oblique motif gold-tone fabric bathing suit, the lithe 6 ft tall platinum-blonde, ice blue eyed Norwegian chief stewardess of the SS Asmodeus’s strolled along the marina a nubile tigress in her bikini, a salty breeze tousling her shoulder length hair as she and her entourage composed of the ships crew sauntered by the young women gathered near Asmodeus the 97 foot carbon fiber catamaran she called home for the last three years after leaving Tommy Hilfiger’s yacht Flag.

“Heya, Savanah! Peep the new sails on that St Francis 50 catamaran, she was designed and built in South Africa.” Most of the cats in these waters were French-made Beneteau, Jeanneau, or Lagoon. The South African-manufactured vessels were more common cruising the Mediterranean. “That Mk II is a real beauty. Did you get a look at all of that deck candy hanging around?” Kiko the diminutive 18-year-old floral bikini clad brunette observed, clutching a well-worn copy of Iceberg Slims ‘Pimp’ given to her by the crews chief stewardess, her bright brown eyes laughing in the morning sun. “Nothing but the usual buoy bunnies, there is never any real competition from these American cows down here in Florida anyways, now California is a different story; some of you bitches might be looking for new jobs once we reach the west coast. For now, it’s just the usual boxed blonde Key West thirst traps, trying to lure in every boat bro in the marina.”

Matagi Tagiai, the sarong-wearing Samoan bodybuilder and security chief, laughed at Kiko’s crude comments the loudest. The diminutive bob cut brunette grinned, adjusting the knot on her fuchsia pareo. “Well, looks like we’ve got the usual dock dollies out here today. Anybody up for a quickie with the local fresh fish? “Ont-ils même des passports?” The Asmodeus crew all burst into laughter, weaving through the marina, passing the local anchor angels, boat babes, and rudder rats like Beatrix and Mara, who hadn’t found work on a boat yet. Savanah stopped in her Mystique Costa Brava bejeweled sandaled tracks when she saw Beatrix and Mara, at 27 she knew that soon enough she would age out of the game and a girl like Beatrix would figure out that she could take her job if she wanted so she kept on the younger yachties good side by inviting her and her friends to parties when they anchored in Key West.

She made a point to talk her up in the right company and put in the good word for both her and Mara with the owners as well as the crews of the super yachts they entertained aboard. The new money was warming to the idea of having a colored girl onboard, and it was easy to sell the optics of having a beautiful young female engineer such as Mara as a great bit of PR. Savanah had been around the docks long enough that the true players knew she understood the industry’s trends, whether she was the it girl on the runways during fashion week or chief stewardess coordinating events at sea for someone else, she had a good eye and impeccable taste. She heard a couple of LA investment bankers bought Flag from Tommy and that the new owners were big in left-wing politics and represented exclusively producers, Hollywood financiers, and A-list celebrities.

“Hello, my lovelies, what are my two favorite ‘wind hippies’ doing here!” Savanah exclaimed as she casually handed the leashes of the pair of Rottweilers, Bella and Donna, off to her PA, the outrageously Parisian Kiko, with a gesture of raising her arm casually out to her side, palm up. The diminutive Parisian teen took the leashes with the silent command from her employer. Beatrix smiled, and the two women hugged and air kissed, each genuinely happy to see the other.

“Hey Mara, how you living, girl?” Savanah threw her arms around Mara and embraced her and kissed her also.

“I just finished reading the book you left with me. Mara said excitedly. ‘WHIP SMART: THE TRUE STORY OF A SECRET LIFE’ by Melissa Febos.”

“Well, did you love it too?” Savanah asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, it’s like you can read my mind.”

“I’m glad you enjoy it also. I read everything written by and about sex workers.” “I never thought of that, it’s brilliant.” Mara, at 5 feet 5 inches, looked up to the towering blonde literally and figuratively.

“I’ll send you the link where I found that one.”

“Thank you.” Mara gushed, hugging her awkwardly once more. Women as stunning looking as Savanah and Beatrix put both men and women off their game; they had a way of turning even the coolest of characters into stammering schoolboys.

“You’re welcome, love. I am happy I have bumped into you both. If you two are looking for work, we need a couple of girls to fill in for Krystal and Maddison, they both tested positive for COVID last week. The silly twats are in Jamacia convalescing, stupid anti-vax cunts used fake immunization and vaccination records now they are unemployed in Paradise. That is why I do not hire your country’s republicans, they are all trying to win Darwin awards. And take the rest of us with them. But their loss is your gain, my lovelies. The all-white party is VIP only next weekend. How is your Arabic?”

“I’m just starting only basic greetings, Russian is about the same.” Beatrice stammered.

“No problem, they speak English, but you could really impress them if you knew a bit of the language. Rumi is their Shakespeare, learn a few of Hafez or even Gibran’s poems.” Savanah said, adjusting her Mr. Brunello Horn sunglasses under her bangs.

“Don’t give up on us, just give us a few days to practice,” Beatrix promised. Savannah fished her phone out of her Hermes Epsom Kelly Sellier 25 Gold bag as she spoke.

“Both of you should come. I’ll send you an E-vite.” She said as she quickly sent the invitations to the two girls on her iPhone. “What are you two lovely young ladies doing here today?”

“We came to look at the pretty boats and people watch before we head to work,” Mara said, looking up from her phone to eye the carbon fiber sails on the 50-foot catamaran docked next to the nearly 100-foot Asmodeus.

“So, are you two still in school?” Savanah asked with her Norwegian accent which most Americans assumed was German, having not seen the pair in the last few months while she was at sea. “I have been working since I was 7 as a model, nothing but tutors since I finished by 13. Now I have Doctorate in economics with minor in maritime law from Cambridge. Yet, I have no idea how school works in your country.”

“Yeah, Beatrix said sheepishly, Senior year, then we quit waiting tables and make some real money full time. The base pay as a stewardess is 10 times what we make flipping burgers. And a single night’s tips alone are twice what we make in a year working here full-time.”

“I see you are as beautiful as I remember; no cellulite, no ridiculous weave, no unnatural hair colors, no dreadlocks, no fake fingernails, no trailer trash tattoos, no facial piercings, no plastic surgery, you are a flower of fresh flesh in perfect bloom. I respect women like you who prioritize their education. You bring a lot more than a hot body and an empty head to the table. However, I hate that you waste your time doing menial labor for minimum wage.” Savanah said in a show of solidarity, her accent making her voice sound even sexier. “Girls that look like us are not on a timer, but a short fuse, and you have to earn your money while you are juicy, nubile, and perfectly ripe. It’s the youth as much as the look that sells. They need to feel guilty for even thinking about wanting you, like a priest after his favorite altar boy’s confession.”

This elicited nervous giggles from the two teens as Savanah chatted on breezily.

” Once we get you out of this uncultured backwater, you will be making 7 figures in a year, love, wearing the finest designer clothes, dining in the most exclusive restaurants in all of Europe, and sailing to the most exotic locales for photoshoots. I never worked in the States before I work on ship. I assumed at first you were like me and worked as high high-fashion model before. These Americans,” she said disgusted, as if it were a curse word, are not just fat and stupid, but blind too. You are an extraordinary-looking, brilliant woman.

Once you finish school, I will introduce you to friends in Berlin, Paris, and Tokyo. They will have you on the catwalk by next spring. Europe and Asia will love you; your look is about to be in fashion for the next few years, I promise. My look is going out of style, they want something different, exotic, and you are what they want is something sweet and caramel once they get a look at you. They were all into dark chocolate a few years ago, and now some coal black girl from a no-name village in Sudan is the highest paid model on the planet.” “A few years before, it was some pasty white, flat-chested girl from a no-name fishing village in Norway,” she said with a self-effacing smile. “Which reminds me, have you bleached your asshole yet?” Savanah asked suddenly serious.

“No, of course not, it doesn’t need it,” Beatrix replied, giggling.

“Maybe, I will have a look before the party next week and let you know if you need to have it bleached. You too,” she said, turning her azure gaze to Mara. With that pale skin and dark hair of yours it practically guaranteed that you will need your anus bleached. Don’t worry, I have good plastic surgeon locally that will take care of you both, bleach and bikini wax on my tab.”

“Thanks?” was all that Mara could think to say. She knew it was something that all the pros did, but she and Beatrix had never had the procedure done before. She wondered if it would hurt and decided she would ask Savanah when they talked later. She and Beatrix were both wearing their work uniforms, white shorts with a thick black leather belt and a white tank top with white sneakers and white bandanas tied neatly on their heads, keeping their hair out of their faces. Savanah and her entourage headed down the dock, looking like rock stars, and boarded the superyacht Asmodeus as they watched and waved goodbye.

Beatrix Ovejero Torres and Mara Alverez Diaz are still waiting tables part-time after school at Fritas Cuban Burgers, a local burger shack. They were both 18 and both Cuban American and from Key West. Mara is in love with Beatrix, and she knows it, but she doesn’t lead her on or pretend that she isn’t as attracted to men as she is women. Mara would be happy if they got married one day, but she knows that while Beatrix is bisexual, she prefers tall, dark, dark-skinned black guys more than anything, then, in a distant second, white girls. Being friends with benefits, they slept together occasionally, and they even had a few threesomes and more-somes with people on the super yachts.

They even discussed getting married as a business arrangement, but she knew that while her friend Beatrix loved her, she wasn’t in love with her. Mara even hooked Beatrix up with a cute guy on occasion when she saw her type online or in real life. They shared the same aspirations; both wanted to get jobs working on super yachts and travel around the globe in style. They did the math and calculated how long it would take to raise money for a boat flipping burgers 45 years, in the military for 18 years, or out here hustling the docks, they could make the money in a few years, three tops working as top-tier yacht girls. The numbers didn’t lie; they figured it was better than joining the Navy. Food, uniforms, and pay is better, and no one is actively trying to kill you, but sadly, your chances of getting sexually assaulted were about the same.

Beatrix has all the skills to make a first-rate concierge, she is charming, inviting personality she has a gift for foreign tongues she picks up new languages easily with Mandarin and Japanese already added to the English and Spanish she grew up with, she is tall, slender, and naturally beautiful with a light brown skin tone of a lot of brown skinned Cubans. Mara Alverez Diaz is shorter and more Rubenesque pale pale-skinned with glasses and a surly demeanor, but she is extremely knowledgeable about diesel engines and electrical motors and hopes to get work as an engineer on the same ship that hires the best friend after they finish school.

Beatrix sometimes worries she will not be hired on the best yachts because she is black and yacht owners are notoriously racist and as a general rule most do not hire black people to work on yachts in any capacity, especially dealing with the guests. they only hire white or white looking girls or light-skinned Asian girls. Mara is a realist and knows that she is not skinny enough or pretty enough to work in any other capacity on a ship. She has been making good money as a dominatrix online and has several paypigs as members of her OnlyFans.

Beatrix is a realist, also she knows that she has the right look and skills if she can just find a company that isn’t as racist as most, and once she finds work on a good ship, she and Mara will be fine. Beatrix has the looks of a 5-figure-a-night yachtie. Her OnlyFans account was opened 5 years ago anonymously, brought in good money for a masked and filtered site, but it was nothing compared to the kind of money she could make as a stewardess on a top-tier super yacht. She was more than just good looks; she was an ambitious, competent sailor, and it was an open secret that she wanted to be captain.

Knowing that that was not likely to happen, she and Mara planned on buying the biggest ship the two of them could handle and starting their own charter company. Live on anchor make enough to be their own bosses and never have to blow another 67-year-old Viagra loaded dandelion cock again. The luxury yacht industry was about who you know, as well as who you blow, and they had made a few friends in the yacht girl business over the years, growing up in Key West armed with fake IDs that said they were both 18 for the last five years. For now, since they were now actually 18, the plan was to do whatever it takes to live and work on a super yacht and get the hell out of Key West and see the world in style.

The two girls had a 3-year plan and if things were not going well by then they figured they would suck it up and do a tour in the navy to get their credentials and bonafides in order. They would save their money and buy a catamaran together and sail tourists and partygoers around the Bahamas, Caribbean, and the Gulf of Mexico. Beatrix would be the captain, and Mara would be the ship’s engineer. It would take a lot longer on the meager earnings of a sailor in the US Navy, but besides experience and money for school and the boat, it would also get them in the loop with veterans who made up a lot of the working-class sailing and charter boat community.

They had been modeling online in bikinis and lingerie for the last 5 years, doing everything from the latest TikTok dances to anonymous masked private shows together on OnlyFans. Either way, with the connections they had made in the yachtie community thus far, they figured this was their last year flipping burgers and waiting tables for chump change plus tips. Now that they were both 18. They were not going to end up Latina domestics like their grandmother and mothers cleaning incontinent old white people’s houses in Florida. They were going to be a part of the scene after all they reasoned it was just as easy to fuck a rich asshole as a poor one and lets be honest all men are assholes.

Every yachty had heard the stories of getting 50k tips at the end of the night in a discreet envelope after a particularly good night. This is what kept the girls going. It was dreams of the big tippers. Beatrix was a stunningly beautiful young woman, tall, lean, light brown skin and long dark hair that hung halfway down her back in ebon ringlets. Even without make-up, she naturally had the extraordinary good looks of a five-figure-a-night yachtie super model, but she was more than just good looks; she was a competent sailor and wanted to be the captain of one of the super yacht catamarans.

Advancing to the top of the elite tiered crews of the yachting industry was about who you knew, as much as who you blew, and they had made a few friends in the business over the years, growing up in Key West. For now, the plan was to do whatever it takes to live and work on a yacht and get out of Key West to see the world in style. They had a three-year plan, and if things were not going well by then, they figured they would suck it up and do a tour in the navy to get their credentials and bonafides in order.

They would save their money and buy a used catamaran together, sailing tourists and partygoers around the Caribbean, the Bahamas, and the Gulf of Mexico. Beatrix would be the captain, and Mara would be the ship’s engineer, they both figured the 2 of them working together could keep an eye out for the weirdos and psychopaths Mara wasn’t her manger or pimp but she made sure she did a full background check on every client Beatrix, and she ever met. Mara took photographs and ran the latest dark web facial recognition software on every one of their dates, as well as friends and strangers who ogled the girls too long and made her uncomfortable.

They were extra careful after going on their first baby super yacht five years ago and getting drugged and plowed all weekend by the Serbian Mafia. Beatrix nearly panicked told them her real age when Mara stopped her warning that not only would they kick them off the boat, but they would both be blacklisted and banished from all of the A list boat parties at best, and at worst the Serbs would inject them with a lethal overdose then toss their corpses overboard. These cocksuckers are rich ex-soldiers turned mobsters, if they find out we are minors they are not going to risk prison for a couple of trailer-trash teen whores. Remember, right now they think we are with an agency that knows who and where we are, so they are not going to do anything stupid.

Beatrix realized Mara was right, they were on their own out here, no one knew where they were, they were each supposed to be staying the weekend at the other’s home. She was right, they had known girls that had gone missing after taking off with rich sociopaths. She overheard one of them say in Russian that our agency was owned by the Triad because they both had the same lotus flower tattoo above their ankle. He had no idea that they were freelancers. They would not want that kind of trouble the Chinese would bring if they damaged their girls. A super yacht owned by a Chinese mobster was sailing through the islands she had seen the story in the news blurb online. They were lucky, so long as they stayed cool, they would get out of this alive and with no scars. It was too risky to piss off an organization that powerful.

Mara knew Beatrix was more afraid of being blacklisted than death, that calmed her down and they survived the weekend ordeal and never went to another yacht party without carefully vetting the crew and owner. They had been safe from the worst ever since.

They gave off a sort of a dynamic duo, Daphne and Velma vibe, so they leaned into it since it was organic and used the names Daphne and Velma when they occasionally got an invite to a party on one of the billionaires’ or millionaires’ super yachts. They had managed to save up a little money for their boat so far, but the money they had in the bank at the moment was not even a down payment on the 50-foot catamaran they needed to start their own charter company.

Both girls looked good in a bikini and neither gave off a mannish or butch vibe so they figured that the same demographic appeal they had online would carry over to the charter company so long as they didn’t take too long to start the business. They had studied the numbers, noting that getting started young was important before they aged out of the prime demographic bracket. Nubile girls sold ads as well as everything else. Tattoos were bad for business; they each had small, easily concealed lotus flower tattoos above the ankle of the left foot and nothing else; they only had their ears and tongues pierced. It would take a lot longer on the meager earnings of a US sailor, but it would get them in the loop with veterans who made up a significant part of the working-class sailing community.

Either way, they figured this was their last year flipping burgers and waiting tables. They were not going to end up Latina domestics cleaning incontinent retirees’ mansions in Miami. Beatrix, the taller, darker of the duo, aims to secure a position as a yachtie, hoping to earn significant income within a few months or a year by mingling with the 5-figure-a-night clientele on super yachts. In case they can’t break into the super yacht scene, they plan to enlist in the US Navy. Mara spoke honestly to her best friend, Beatrix.

“The reality is simple, wealth and power coexist with racism, always have always will. People think I am white, and you are black when we are both Cuban American. I’ve learned that wealthiest individuals will openly express the vilest most racist, sexist, and ageist views, I’ve been exposed to both the romantic aspects of sailing alongside the ugly realities of the yachting world, particularly among the ultra-rich, favor an exclusively younger teen or early 20s super model types, and predominantly white or light skinned regardless of race girls. It’s all fake, as Key West is not even a real city, just a nautical theme park, with the glamorous facade of a magazine celebrity gossip columnist. The growing legion of pasty sailing YouTubers never tells the ugly truth about the unsavory underbelly of the sailing community.

Most of the people at the marinas are no different than the people you meet at trailer parks; they’re just poor white trash living on boats. Maybe they don’t know, maybe they don’t care, maybe it’s evil is just a reflection of the world.” Mara sighed, then managed a weak smile. “Mira, Savanah is starting her own agency after her contract with Asmodeus ends this spring.” Mara continued as they walked toward the parking lot to her 18-year-old red Subaru Impreza.

“Yeah, she told me too,” Beatrix replied glumly.

“She told us first; she wants a 4-year contract just like the military, but we each get a 6-figure annual bonus. I told her about our 3-year plan, and she made a better offer. Work for her now, after graduation of course. The reading list is her way of telling us new hires and greenies what us yachties really are just seafaring courtesans, nautical themed wave riding whores, the call girls of the sea.

Apparently, the term yacht girl is a bit too subtle for some people and the laws concerning sex workers vary from place to place so she can’t just ask a potential new hire how good is their head game, do you know how to use a strap-on, or do they like anal? So she came up with the reading list. She doesn’t do work for diplomats, the clergy, or gangsters (including soldiers and law enforcement officers). Too violent and dangerous.

Her guardian angel in Cuba had already fought off the Triad, the Serbians, and the Cartels. This freed her to be selective about who her clientele were on her yachts. She is a Turf, well, most of her clientele are, so all potential hires must sign an NDA and take a DNA test. Her clients are after a very specific type of girl or boy. They want her/she and him/he pronouns. XX and XY chromones.”

“I know exactly what kind of client list she must have by now. Beatrix added disdainfully, a handful of billionaires, multimillionaires, Middle Eastern oil moguls, Russian oligarchs, and Hollywood A-list celebrities. Most will be married men, some will be women, and all will demand anonymity and discretion.”

“That makes sense,” Mara said in agreement, “The reading list is a rotating collection of 10 books she gives to anyone she is thinking of giving regular work. The reading list also includes films as well. Iceberg Slims ‘Pimp’ is always in the top 3 followed by ‘Our Betters’, by Somerset Maugham, Marquis de Sade: ‘Justine’, Queer by William S. Burroughs, Candide by Voltaire, ‘Women on Top’ by Nancy Friday, ‘The Last temptation of Christ’ by Nikos Kazantzakis, ‘The Satanic Verses’ by Salman Rushdie to get rid of the fundamentalist, ‘Bar Fly’ by Charles Bukoski, ‘Snuff’ by Chuck Palahniuk and number one is always ‘Lolita’ by Vladimir Nabokov the list is her not so subtle way of weeding out the conservatives, the prudish, and the debutantes before they are ever propositioned by a client on the yacht.

The ship’s library kept hardbound copies of all titles on the bookshelves, proudly displayed prominently. She makes a gift of the 10 novels to each interviewee. I say we sign the contract and suck up that 25 percent she gets as the price of access. All the other agencies take 40 percent, plus we get shares in her company and stock options. Mira, Savanah was on People Magazine’s ’30 Under 30′ last year. She is estimated to be worth over 750 million. Speaks 17 languages in addition to her mother tongue. Double Majors Doctorate in international finance and Masters in maritime law Cambridge University, First Class Honours (or First) (Summa Cum Laude in the states), ironically in Europe non-medical doctorate holders are referred to formally as Madame.” Mara said with a giggle. “ The Forbes article also reported that she has an IQ of 180 that is fucking genius level. Everyone in her company has a minimum IQ of 150, all polyglots. You do know that she is a maricóna?” Mara asked.

“No, I didn’t know that, are you sure? Beatrix replied, somewhat surprised. I’m sorry, that was a stupid question.”

“She keeps it on the DL (down low) for business,” Mara speculated, “she probably earns more if the old boys think they have a shot at the title.” Beatrix burst out laughing. “You know that if we take the job, you will be number 2 in her new company,” Mara observed as she drove.

“Yes, I will be the best paid bottom bitch in history.” Beatrix laughed.

“Don’t hate the playa, hate the game mommi.” Mara retorted, giving her best friend a hug as she drove towards the cafe.

“I just don’t want to die poor,” Beatrix said again, repeating their life’s mantra. “I know Acere. If things work out, I believe she will eventually make you captain after she buys Hemisphere, the largest sailing catamaran in the world, 44 meters, 145ft. Mara said enthusiastically, trying to cheer her friend up from one of her bouts of depression. “Esa mujer es un monstruo Jineteras.”

“I know she’s the best, I respect the woman’s hustle. Beatrix sighed. Did you notice what she was wearing? The tall, skinny brown girl asked, her voice full of forlorn sorrow. The woman’s ensemble cost more than our parents’ combined annual income, and that was her casual wear. That ugly brown bolsita she was carrying was a real Hermes, retails for 27k.” Beatrix concluded with a sigh.

“You can’t see it,” Mara said with a knowing smile. But the two of you are exactly alike. I think she sees herself in you.”

“That’s nasty if you think about it the wrong way,” Beatrix replied, both women laughing as Mara hit the switches on the hydraulics, launching the front end of the red 2006 Subaru Impreza high into the air as they approached the parking lot behind the burger shack.

“You are so ghetto.” Beatrix cooed, laughing as Mara parked behind the burger shack.

“¡que te den por (el) culo!” “Get fucked up (their) ass!”

“¡Dale, vamos a llegar tarde!” “Come on, we’re going to be late!”

[Note 1] from a Yacht Girl web site https://www.yachtgirls.nl/casting/ “Become a Yacht Girl We are always looking for new Yacht Girls. When selecting Yacht Girl models, we look for the perfect combination of the right looks, working experience, a nice character and above all talent for hospitality. Because whether you work as a hostess, catering employee, promoter, yacht model or bartender; hospitality and nautical affinities must be your second nature. And last but not least you are between 18 and 38 years old. Do you have these requirements? read below how you can apply to become a Yacht Girl. Get On Board Would you like to apply for Yacht Girl? Because we find standard application forms a bit impersonal, we think it is much better to receive a written motivation from you. We would therefore like to ask you to send an introduction of yourself by e-mail to casting@yachtgirls.nl containing the following points: What’s your name, age and area of residence? Have you ever had nautical experience or are you still completely new into this world? Your motivation – Why do you want to become a Yacht Girl and what kind of type of Yacht Girl do you want to be? Your measurements (length, chest, waist, hip) Degree of study/Profession Impression Of course, we need an impression of your looks as well and we would like to ask you to send us some representative photos of yourself, if possible, with a nautical look-and-feel. If you have a question that you would like to have answered before you apply, you are always welcome to ask us. Give us a call or mail us, so that we can answer your first questions.”

[Note 2.] Fashion Week; Berlin, Germany: Tokyo, Japan: Barcelona, Spain: Shanghai, China: Sydney, Australia: São Paulo, Brazil.

[Note 3] Savanah’s suggested reading list;

“Sex work is a controversial topic, touching on ethics, feminism, legality. these books contain explicit content cover sensitive topics of violence, homophobia, transphobia, sexual assault/abuse, drug use, pedophilia, etc.”

“Coming Out Like a Porn Star: Essays on Pornography, Protection, and Privacy” Edited by Jiz Lee

“Revolutionary Sex Workers”

By Juno Mac and Molly Smith

“Whip Smart: The True Story of a Secret Life”

By Melissa Febos

“How Poetry Saved My Life: A Hustler’s Memoir”

By Amber Dawn

“Thriving in Sex Work”

By Lola Davina

“Playing the Whore”

By Melissa Gira Grant

“Insatiable: Porn – A Love Story”

By Asa Akira

“Striptastic”

By Jacqueline France

Memoirs of a Geisha

by Arthur Golden

Cows

by Matthew Stokoe

Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson

by Camellia Paglia

The Kinsey Reports: Sexual Behavior in the Human Male 1

Sexual Behavior in the Human Female 2,

written by Alfred Kinsey, Wardell Pomeroy, Clyde Martin, and (for Sexual Behavior in the Human Female) Paul Gebhard

“Sex at Dawn: How We Mate, Why We Stray, and What It Means for Modern Relationships” (2010)

Authors: Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jethá

“A History of the Wife” (2001)

Author: Marilyn Yalom

“The History of Sexuality” (1976)

Author: Michel Foucault

“The Joy of Sex” (1972)

Author: Alex Comfort

“The History of Sexuality, Vol. 1: An Introduction” (1976)

Author: Michel Foucault

“Sex and Punishment: Four Thousand Years of Judging Desire” (2012)

Author: Eric Berkowitz

“Sex in History” (1980)

Author: Reay Tannahill

“The Technology of Orgasm: ‘Hysteria,’ the Vibrator, and Women’s Sexual Satisfaction” (1999)

Author: Rachel P. Maines

“The History of Sexuality in Europe: A Sourcebook and Reader” (2002)

Editor: Anna Clark

“Sexuality in Medieval Europe: Doing Unto Others” (2005)

Author: Ruth Mazo Karras

Films;

Taxi Driver (1976)

Director: Martin Scorsese

Starring: Robert De Niro, Jodie Foster

Pretty Baby (1978)

Director: Louis Malle

Starring: Brooke Shields, Keith Carradine

Dressed to Kill (1980)

Director: Brian De Palma

Starring: Michael Caine, Angie Dickinson

Risky Business (1983)

Director: Paul Brickman

Starring: Tom Cruise, Rebecca De Mornay

Beverly Hills Madam (1986)

Director: Harvey Hart

Starring: Faye Dunaway, Melody Anderson

True Romance (1993)

Director: Tony Scott

Starring: Christian Slater, Patricia Arquette

Pretty Woman (1995)

Director: Garry Marshall

Starring: Julia Roberts, Richard Gere

Leaving Las Vegas (1995)

Director: Mike Figgis

Starring: Nicolas Cage, Elisabeth Shue

Cabaret (1972)

Director: Bob Fosse

Starring: Liza Minelli, Michael York, Helmut Griem, Joel Grey

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

Director: Jim Sharman

Starring: Tim Curry, Susan Sarandon, Barry Bostwick

Moulin Rouge! (2001)

Director: Baz Luhrmann

Starring: Nicole Kidman, Ewan McGregor

Sonny (2002)

Director: Nicolas Cage

Starring: James Franco, Brenda Blethyn

Chloe (2009)

Director: Atom Egoyan

Starring: Julianne Moore, Amanda Seyfried

The Girlfriend Experience (2009)

Director: Steven Soderbergh

Starring: Sasha Grey, Chris Santos

House of Tolerance (2011)

Director: Bertrand Bonello

Starring: Noémie Lvovsky, Hafsia Herzi

The Girl From The Brothel (2012)

Director: Ilaria Borrelli

Starring: Ilaria Borrelli, Thet Mon Myint

The Immigrant (2013)

Director: James Gray

Starring: Marion Cotillard, Joaquin Phoenix

Tangerine (2015)

Director: Sean Baker

Starring: Kitana Kiko Rodriguez, Mya Taylor

The Escort (2016)

Director: Will Slocombe

Starring: Lyndsy Fonseca, Michael Doneger

Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974)

Director: Sam Peckinpah

Starring: Warren Oates, Isela Vega

Last Exit to Brooklyn (1989)

Director: Uli Edel

Starring: Jennifer Jason Leigh, Stephen Lang

Requiem for a Dream (2000)

Director: Darren Aronofsky

Starring: Ellen Burstyn, Jared Leto

Pretty Baby (1978)

Director: Louis Malle

Starring: Brooke Shields, Keith Carradine, and Susan Sarandon

[Note 4] ship manufacturers;

[Note 2] Beneteau:

Location: France

Notable Model: Beneteau Oceanis 51.1

Website: Beneteau

Lagoon (Groupe Beneteau):

Location: France

Notable Model: Lagoon 50

Website: Lagoon Catamarans

Jeanneau (Groupe Beneteau):

Location: France

Notable Model: Jeanneau Sun Odyssey 519

Website: Jeanneau

Hanse Yachts:

Location: Germany

Notable Model: Hanse 508

Website: Hanse Yachts

Bavaria Yachts:

Location: Germany

Notable Model: Bavaria Cruiser 51

Website: Bavaria Yachts

Nautitech Catamarans (Bavaria Catamarans):

Location: Germany

Notable Model: Nautitech 46 Open

Website: Nautitech Catamarans

X-Yachts:

Location: Denmark

Notable Model: Xc 50

Website: X-Yachts

Outremer Yachting:

Location: France

Notable Model: Outremer 51

Website: Outremer Yachting

Gunboat:

Location: United States

Notable Model: Gunboat 50

Website: Gunboat

Fountaine Pajot:

Location: France

Notable Model: Fountaine Pajot Elba 45

Website: Fountaine Pajot

Seawind Catamarans:

Location: Australia

Notable Model: Seawind 1600

Website: Seawind Catamarans

Discovery Yachts:

Location: United Kingdom

Notable Model: Discovery 50

Website: Discovery Yachts

-About the author

JD Cloudy’s poetry has disappeared in the literary journals; Fatfizz, Mad Swirl, Texas Beat Anthology, Danse Macabre, Du Jour, and Death List Five. He has won no literary awards, entered no slam competitions, and never completed college. He lives to write in Dallas, Tx. Texas Beat Anthology, Danse Macabre, Du Jour, and Death List Five. He has won no literary awards, entered no slam competitions, and never completed college. He lives to write in Dallas, Tx.