Chapter Fifty-Eight - Our Stops in Nice and Cannes

Once we were back on the yacht, in our stateroom, Marshall helped me out of my dress before he got undressed, telling him I had a great time here, and I asked him when we could come back to Monaco. He said we might only be staying in Fiji for a month of so, depending on what the seasonal storms looked like, so we might spend Christmas at the home in Hawaii. The difference in the weather patterns was much different there, and it was the perfect time to be there. I told Marshall the Rallye Monte-Carlo Historique sounded really cool, which began a month after the holidays, with drivers starting off all over Europe, heading toward Monaco for the final stages.

The Rallye would begin with participants departing John O’Groats, Scotland on Thursday 29 January, while drivers in Bad Hombourg, Barcelona, Turin, Monte-Carlo and Reims start simultaneously on Sunday 1 February. Many would be racing on closed circuits for safety, with different classes and categories designed for the vehicle and crew capabilities, ending with a gala event in Monte Carlo on Saturday 7 February. After that, the next event in France would be the Cannes Film Festival in May, followed by the Grand Prix of Monaco in June, which we would definitely be attending. This likely meant we would be flying back and forth around the world a few times.

I felt like four flights each way could be cumbersome, but Marshall said we could do it in two flights of about ten hours each, which was only about two-thirds of the range for his jet. We could bypass Hawaii, flying straight through to California, then another non-stop to Marseille or even Toulon, where the yacht was normally moored. If we planned it properly, the flights were long enough to sleep during them, to help us adjust to the time zone differences easier during our travels around the world. If we timed it right, we could effectively arrive in France the morning after we left Fiji, if we only had a five hour layover in CA.

Flying from Fiji to California, we would essentially arrive on the same date, 9 hours before we took off, local time. From California to France, our local time arrival would be 19 hours after the CA departure time. Based on this, a nighttime flight out from Fiji at 7pm, would have us arriving in CA at 10am, on the same date, and we could sleep during it. From CA to France, we would need to depart at 3pm, to arrive in France at 10am, and again we could sleep while in the air, and have the whole day ahead of us in France.

Going back to Fiji from France was much different, scheduling the flight from France to CA had us arriving one hour after the time we took off, based on local time zones, so a mid-day or afternoon departure was easier to adjust to trying to get as much sleep as possible. From CA to Fiji, it amounted to 29 hours consumed, losing a day, based on the flight, time zones and international dateline, so we arrived five hours later than we departed, on the following date. Trying to stay up as later as possible and departing in the wee hours around 5am, had us arriving in Fiji around 10am, skipping over a whole day, trying to sleep for the entire duration.

I was so glad Marshall explained this to me, because I couldn't imagine a four day trip each way, whenever we went from Fiji to France, and back again. Marshall had begun heating up the whirlpool tub in our stateroom before we got undressed, so it was nearly warmed up for us by the time we were undressed. Marshall told me he was very impressed that I was one that gambled the least, behind Celeste, who didn't at all (giving all her chips to Antoine), and Marie, with only one or two bets less than me, and she was the second biggest winner of the night. I could only imagine the fun she and François were likely having, somewhere other than their shared quarters.

Slipping into the whirlpool, Marshall told me that between the winnings Marie and I had in the casino today, it practically amounted to Lawrence's salary, or maintaining either the Hawaiian or Fijian homes for about a year. When he presented that comparison, it demonstrated that I had no idea as to the true amount of money I was playing with, and the bets I was making. Less than a year ago, I was struggling to make it from day to day, or from one week to the next, sometimes having to negotiate to pay partial rent and catch up during the month, and it felt awful. Now it was as if I was in a completely different world, isolated from all of that, with new problems.

Marshall pulled me close to him in the tub, feeling so good after such a long day, and I swung my leg over to straddle him. As he pulled me closer, I could feel his cock beginning to get hard, and I was ready for a good fucking. Cupping my butt cheeks in his strong hands, Marshall stood up in the tub, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. One of my favorite positions, I reached underneath myself to slide a couple of spit covered fingers into myself, before guiding him in. The initial stretch always felt heavenly, but when he got to bouncing me on his stiff cock, while I leaned back, it was the best. I would do this all night long with Marshall, if he could.

The next morning, Marshall wanted to secure a good mooring spot along the prestigious Quai des Etats Unis or Route de la Piscine, near where they connected, providing a perfect view of the Monte Carlo race course, for both the Monte Carlo Rallye Historique and the Grand Prix. There were only so many berthing spots that a superyacht of 50 meters in length could fit along that stretch, and Marshall already worked with the Senate Grand Prix for selling hospitality tickets for it. Part of the benefit of having entertained the mayor of Monte Carlo meant we had an inside track for a better trackside location the next year, because he had accepted an invitation to join us.

Already working with a yacht management company for maintenance and charters in Monaco, located right within Port Hercule harbor, a face-to-face meeting was always best when possible. Marshall's yacht was always in high demand, especially with its impressive top speed and adding the exclusive Frauscher-Porsche Fantom Air as a tender boat, in addition to two of the unique e-JetCycles. It leased for up to $225,000 per week, including food and his own crew. He was recognized immediately when he entered, being welcomed, and it appeared they were already aware he was in town and the mayor of Monte-Carlo had gone out on the yacht, as would be on it for the Grand Prix.

On the basis of extra security for the mayor, Marshall was able to obtain the highly coveted trackside berth along the dock, that extended out near turn 11 from the Quai des Etats Unis. This made it far more convenient to get on and off the yacht without requiring a tender, and he would have it for both races, in April and June. Some of the staff had not yet seen the relatively new Fantom Air tender, so Marshall invited whoever wanted to see it, because they would be the ones extolling its virtues to prospective charter guests. We were berthed just an eight minute walk from the offices, so Marshall led the entourage over to it to get a first-hand look.

With all the amenities Marshall's superyacht had, coupled with hosting a Formula One driver, the mayor of Monte-Carlo, and its berthing location trackside, reservations on it for the GP races would likely sell out quickly. While everyone walked around the harbor, Marshall asked how often people asked for exotic water recreational toys, and the guy in charge said it could make a big difference in the selection and increased price that could be charged. Marshall asked about a couple of things he had researched, like jetpack flyboards and electric-powered surfboards, and was told that choosing the right ones was crucial to how well they were received and reviewed.

Marshall said that he already was the only superyacht with the e-JetCycles, but was thinking of adding two each of the Zapata Racing (Jetpack) Flyboards and Radinn Freeride Electric Surfboards, and the entire group felt they would pay for themselves within one season, just from the increased charter rates that could be charged. Because his yacht was really tailored more for adults, with the two staterooms, those might be all that ought to be added, because the inflatable waterslides were more in demand for younger crowds or families. We arrived at the yacht, and the tour began for those that had never been aboard it.

Something the guys wanted to see was the Fantom Air tender, so Marshall took them down to the garage. All of them checked out the e-JetCycles, because most had heard of but not seen before. Marshall had most of the normal water recreational toys, like wakeboards, waterskis, inflatable towable floats, surfboards, paddleboards, snorkeling and diving equipment, with seabobs. Adding those new additions would make it hard to equal, especially with la crème de la crème, the Frauscher x Porsche 850 Fantom Air that was used as a tender, or for waterskiing, towing toys, or just racing across the water faster than anything else.

The superyacht needed to be modified and rebalanced to accommodate the Fantom Air, due to its size and weight, fitting diagonally within the 'garage' while hanging from an overhead track designed for launching and storing it from the starboard side. When berthed in tight quarters for the Grand Prix or other events, sometimes it was pulled out and ready to go, tied off to a dock or to the yacht, but only when Marshall was on the yacht, not for charters. Marshall's base crew was always present, and there were crew quarters for up to ten, in addition the accommodations for twelve guests. Extra staff were hired and managed by the charter company as needed.

When the yacht was taken out for personal use, Marshall rarely had over six or seven on the crew, including Jean-Pierre, although different chefs were hired for charters, depending on the dietary and epicurean desires of those chartering it. With the retrofit for the Fantom Air, the entire decor was revamped with a somewhat casual feel that still felt elegant, and a lot more relaxing like being at an exclusive beach club. Marshall was told the charter rate could possibly increase up to $25,000 more per week, with all the revisions done and new toys planned, which made his decision to proceed with the purchases rather easy.

The charter company staff were suitably impressed with Marshall's yacht, as they prepared to disembark to head back to their offices. Marshall told them he would let them know when the new water toys were acquired and added, so they could update the charter information for it, and they still had an old deck layout diagram that had to be updated after the Fantom Air tender was added. The old primary tender had been a fast ski boat that was dwarfed by the new one, in addition to smaller inflatable tender for snorkeling, diving, etc. With the arrangements made for the berthing assignment, it was nearing lunchtime, which Jean-Pierre was working on, before we departed.

After lunch, we decided to head out a little earlier than originally planned for Nice, which was only about twenty minutes northwest along the Côte d'Azur. Unlike most of Monte Carlo's popular venues, those in Nice remained more active through October, and we were past the crowds from summer, yacht shows and Fashion Week. This meant it was far less crowded, but still decent weather, albeit the month with the most rain. Marshall had already made arrangements for dinner at the iconic Le Plongeoir restaurant timed for the sunset, perched above the sea on a famous rock pillar, where diving boards were attached for entertainment.

We could see clouds out over the sea that were heading our way, but we had a couple of hours of sunlight before they arrived and blew over, with some light rain likely. Once we berthed in Port Lympia, Marshall arranged for a chauffeured Mercedes Sprinter to drive us to the trailhead for a two hour hike around the Cap d’Antibes shoreline, which was gorgeous. Near the end of the walk, the winds picked up and it looked like rain was imminent, so Marshall had the same chauffeur pick us up and take us somewhere very unique. The Molinard Parfums Nice, was where each of us could create our own individual custom-made perfume, and I had never heard of such a thing before.

The light rain came and went quickly while we were in the parfumerie, emerging to sunlight again, and it was time to be driven to our dinner reservation at Le Plongeoir. The divers normally did their demonstrations during the summer months, so we wouldn't see it today, but the venue offered a perfect panoramic view of a colorful sunset over the sea. Marshall ordered up one of nearly every appetizer for us to share, before our main courses with a few bottles of suitable local wine selections, followed by dessert. It truly was the perfect ending to a wonderful afternoon in Nice, and we were seeking a more low key evening, because we all were still worn out from last night in Monte Carlo.

We chose a place called Wayne's Bar, which was like an English pub not too far from the harbor, and it was quiet enough to talk in the bar, with music and dancing in a separate room. Celeste and Antoine felt like dancing, so they grabbed a drink and went into the back room that was thumping with music from a DJ. It had a small crowd, so Marie, Bill and Richard went in to join them a few minutes later, leaving me and Marshall in the bar. I had wanted to visit a couple of the museums in Nice, notably those housing art by Matisse and Chagall, but they would have to wait for another visit.

Marshall suggested we leave for Cannes earlier tomorrow, because rain was forecast in the morning. We could travel the roughly half hour up the coast and get berthed in the western Port de Cannes, along the Jetée Albert Edouard, which was better suited than the crowded Port Pierre Canto on the opposite side of the bay. There were two of the larger of the five Lérins Islands off the coast, Île Sainte-Marguerite and Île Saint-Honorat, that Marshall wanted to take us all to on the tender, away from the city where we would walk and have a nice lunch.

Jean-Pierre caught a taxi to stock up on a few things at the Marché Forville, a covered market in Cannes that wasn't too far from the port, while the first mate launched the Fantom Air for us. We headed to the smaller of the two islands first, to the Port Saint-Honorat, so we could visit the gorgeous Abbey of Lérins that was established in the fifth century, and housed about twenty monks. Vineyards were maintained on the island, where we had a wine tasting, then lunch at the seaside La Tonnelle restaurant, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in a relaxed and peaceful setting, with an unrivaled view of the south side of Île Sainte-Marguerite.

It really was a wonderful escape from the busy coastal cities along the French Riviera, checking out the abbey and sitting on the beaches for a while, before walking back to the boat. Marshall took us near the underwater EcoMuseum, directly opposite where we left, off the south side of île Sainte-Marguerite, where there were six giant statues of faces, each weighing about ten tons, created by the local artist, Jason DeCaires Taylor. Marshall told us it was best seen while diving or snorkeling, and they were all in the process of becoming sanctuary reefs for numerous types of marine life.

We headed around the other side to the Débarcadère île Sainte-Marguerite, where we tied off at one of the piers. Less than a five minute walk to the west was the pristine Etang de Batéguier enclosed lagoon, a migratory bird sanctuary that made me feel we were in a different part of the world. After spending about forty-five minutes there, birdwatching and walking around the lagoon, we walked about ten mminutes east, on a trail just off the coast that was surrounded by trees, to the Fort-Royal, which became a state prison in 1685, which held the legendary Man with the Iron Mask, and also had Le Méditerranoscope, a small aquarium we visited, before heading back to the boat.

This excursion was very pleasant, althoough we didn't see much of the city of Cannes itself, but Marshall had sunset dinner reservations for us at the one of the best restaurants in Cannes, Miramar Plage, right at the beach on the bay. We dropped off the tender at the yacht, then walked along the shoreline for a little over fifteen minutes, past many other restaurants along the beach, kicking off our shoes and sandals and walking in the sand. Marshall ordered the huge notre sélection royale from their crudo bar, which included yellowtail tartare, sea bass ceviche, Sicilian red prawn carpaccio, tuna tiradito, and sea bass crudo for us to share.

Marshall liked dining family style, where everyone could share and try different culinary dishes, and Miramar Plage had a massive beef tasting board. It consisted of over four pounds of French tenderloin, large Wagyu flank and Black Angus Tomahawk steaks from Australia, and a magnificent Argentinian rib-eye, accompanied by mashed potatoes with truffle and grilled asparagus. Marshall also selected a couple bottles of the distinctive blue wax dipped bottles of Château Minuty “281” wine from the region, to enjoy with it. Even with seven of us dining, there was way too much for us to finish it all, half of it remaining when we were done, and Bill asked to take it with us.

Another exceptional dining experience at sunset had us all feeling full and in need of a rest, after such a full day of walking and big meal. Marshall placed a call for a Mercedes Transit to take us back to the yacht, and it arrived in just ten minutes, even though it was just a five minute drive. Marshall made arrangements for the vehicle all night, so it was at our disposal for heading out a little later. Bill presented Jean-Pierre with all the beef we brought back from the restaurant, his eyes lit up, beginning to think of what he was going to prepare with it for another meal, along with what he had picked up in town earlier.

Feeling so full, I stripped off my clothes to lounge about on the yacht, so Celeste and Marie joined me, which made it somewhat compulsory for the guys to do the same. Antoine and Celeste wasted no time getting going on their fun together, I cuddled into Marshall, watching Bill and Richard begin playing with Marie, and I couldn't resist making out with Marshall. Within a few minutes, we were all sucking or fucking each other, Marie in a spit roast, and Celeste being butt fucked by Antoine's huge cock. I started by sucking Marshall's cock, to get it ready for my own breeding. This lasted for about an hour, the stars appearing in the night sky, and the city lights beckoned us.

We all freshened up to get dressed up for an evening out in Cannes, and Antoine said he wanted to visit a gentleman's club called Le Carré Blanc, which Celeste was familiar with. Bill and Richard were up for it, I was fine with it, Marshall was ambivalent, and Marie was willing to do whatever everyone else was. It only took us a few minutes to be driven over, and some people recognized Antoine when we entered. There was a girl pole dancing, who was fairly good looking, but frankly, I felt that Celeste looked better than any of the other girls, and she was getting lots of looks, too. It seemed this was a place that Antoine was very familiar with, and had frequented.

The proprietor approached our group, to begin speaking with Antoine, who introduced Celeste as his new bride, along with the rest of us. They were speaking in French, but from what I got from it, he was asking if Antoine might put on a show, possibly with his wife, who was more than willing to participate on stage with him. This was unexpected, but something he must have done before, many of the people looking over at us, because these patrons knew their porn stars, and they also recognized Antoine. What I didn't know was Antoine had dressed for this, with multiple layers of smaller and smaller underwear to strip off, and Celeste had experience pole dancing.

It seemed like this was going to be a very memorable evening at Le Carré Blanc, as the dancer finished, then the owner announced the special guest performers, Antoine and Celeste, who were on their honeymoon. The drinks were on the house for us now, and the rest of us settled in for an erotic show by the newlyweds.

Chapter 57 - A Special Day in Monte Carlo | Chapter 59 - A Wild Performance and On to Saint-Tropez