Reputation || Logan Sargeant

INTRO

It was July and Carly was relieved to be getting away from work and more importantly, the media. She'd booked a cruise to try and get away from the image that was being painted of her. Carly couldn't stand what they were writing about her in the press, nor could she do anything about it. She was expected to just keep quiet and take it, which is what she did but it was incredibly tiring and Carly really needed a break.

The cruise she'd booked was supposed to be a kind of private one, one you had to be of high status to gain entry on. It meant that Carly could get a little bit of escape without isolating herself too much. Because after all, nobody of high status is going to be taking pictures of her or reporting on her every more.

A cruise wasn't really Carly's scene, she preferred a holiday where she could drink as much as she wanted to venture to any club she wanted. There'd be holidays were she hadn't seen her hotel room for over a day, she'd stay out all night. But it was appear that her habit of knowing how to have a good time and let loose, was painting her a pretty bad imagine in press.
Which was effecting the acting jobs she was booking. She'd already been dropped from one and her manager was growing antsy at the prospect of her being dropped from any more or simply just not landing any more because of how tarnished her reputation was becoming.

It was a little funny to Carly that the men in her felid could do anything they want and still remain clean and shiny, but she could not. However, Carly had worked hard for her career and didn't want to risk losing it so when her manager told her to take a get away, try to refresh and come back ready to flourish a new image, she obliged and booked this silly cruise because it was the most low-key option. It was either that or go and visit her father in Argentina, where she surely would not get recognised, but she could not hear anymore from her father on how she chose the wrong career path.

He'd always whale on about how he slaved in his job to make enough money to send her to school in America and then she decided to make it all 'useless' and 'meaningless' by picking an occupation as 'vain' as acting. Carly tired hard to ignore it because she never felt more alive than when she was in-front of a camera or audience. It was like everything shines through her when she was acting; emulating what was at her very core. Carly found it beautiful, she just wished her father would too.

He luckily didn't pay attention to American media so didn't see how they were dragging his only child through the mud like she was nothing. It was such a relief to her. She knew that if he saw what she'd been getting up to, all her drinking and partying and messing around with people, she'd be in a whole hell of trouble. Carly was 21, but that didn't mean she didn't still fear her fathers raft. Her mother died during childbirth, you'd think that would've made Carly and her dad closer but they'd always been quite cold and distant. Why she rarely went home wasn't really a mystery at all.

Anyway, the cruise had been okay so far. It was nice to be able to just do nothing. It was Carly's 3rd day on the cruise and she hadn't even left the ship once. All she'd really done was lay in her bed, eat chocolate, watch TV and sit on her balcony to watch the sunset. She was never awake in time to watch it rise. Carly was normally really busy, always being dragged from place to place by the crew of whatever production she was working on. So when she got the chance to do absolutely nothing, she kind of took the liberty.

However, that didn't mean she wasn't getting bored. Carly was growing a little angsty, so to try and add just a little bit of excitement in her life, she decided to get dressed up and go and eat dinner in one of the ship's restaurants. Carly had been getting food delivered to her room since she'd arrived on the cruise. She did her make-up real nice, maybe a little over the top but that what the norm for her. She also put on a short and tight leopard print dress. And layered a bunch of gold jewellery all over her body, not to mention the shoes what were almost impossible to walk in that strapped onto her feet.

Carly was 100% overdressed, but she loved it. Being dressed up was like armour to Carly, something she could control. Carly loved being able to paint her face and wear any outfit she wanted because it meant she could choose what people saw, what version of her she gave them. Because of course the real her was buried far under the surface, something even deep divers couldn't find.

Carly did a final look in the mirror before leaving her room and finding a restaurant that looked appetising. It was late, nearing 10:30, so not much was open. It had taken longer than expected to get ready. So she just decided to go to one of the bars and get a drink there. She wasn't really supposed to be drinking anymore, but one couldn't hurt. It was just so she didn't feel like she'd wasted her time and effort with all the dressing up she did.

As she sat down at a stool at the bar, it didn't go unnoticed to Carly that all the men around her had their eyes on her. All but one, which was something Carly viewed as a bit of a challenge. It was bad, but Carley did see men as a bit of a game. She also found them to be a lot of fun to play with, but that was another thing she wasn't supposed to be doing anymore.

However, this one man was making her forget all that. "Hey." She said with a smile, turning in her seat to the man beside her. He barley even acknowledged her. He just nodded his head at her. Like he didn't want anything to do with her. Carly couldn't lie, she was a little annoyed at being rejected but she could also tell that something was bothering the man. He was sipping on a whiskey and looking pretty miserable. "Did your dog just die?" Carly asked him after ordering her drink, also whiskey. "What?" The man asked, finally turning to look at her. "You look like your dog just died." Carly clarified, not getting much of a reaction out of the man whose accent told her was American.
"Oh." He said and Carly rolled her eyes.

"Don't know how to flirt, do you?" Carly asked as the bartender gave her the drink she'd order. "How do you know I'm not just in a relationship?" He asked and Carly shrugged, taking a sip of her neat whiskey. "Are you?" She asked and he went silent. "Yeah, men who are in relationships usually aren't in cruise-ship bars at night." Carly added.

"Why are you flirting with me anyway?" He asked, back to not really looking at her. "All those other guys are looking at you." He added, nodding his head slightly to the men behind them. "I like a challenge." Carly said, making the man let out a chuckle. "Is that what I am?" He asked and Carly nodded. "I like to crack the tough ones." She explained, a small smirk on her lips. "Then I better not make it too easy for you then." He told her, looking back up at the caramel-haired girl.

It wasn't long until Carly was leaning the man back to her room, he told her his name was Logan, but he didn't really care for his name. He was pretty and that was all she cared about as her lips met his, moving fast and desperately like they were rushed for time.

Her hands went to his belt buckle as soon as the door closed behind them. Carly pushed him on the bed, her thighs straddling his as carried on kissing him. Soon Carly was pulling a condom out of the draw by her bed and sliding it on to the man's impressive length before lining herself up with him and feeling him enter her. Logan was a vocal one, letting out lots of whispers and moans from the slightest bit of a pleasure. It was like music to Carly's ears. And she had to admit she loved the facial expressions he made as she rode him, rolling her hips every now and again.

Her dress was hiked up onto her waist, where his hands stayed almost the entire time. Carly couldn't lie, it was the best sex she'd had in a while. Even if she did speed it up as much as could, just wanting to get her bit of pleasure. Which Logan seemed to be able to help her reach even quicker as one of his hands trailed down to find her clit, a couple of his fingers rubbing it in circles and pulling a few moans from Carly before that mixed with the feeling of him inside her made Carly finish around his length. He was have Bering wearing a condom, but Carly could still feel the warmness inside her as he finished.