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OTEC_Third Base
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

The four times per year Fleet Weeks, where known as
Spring, Summer, Fall and Christmas.
Beatrice and Vin generally did Christmas
opening night.

One year, they simply rolled a brass bed on stage
hopped in and began fucking each other.
After a time, Beatrice put the crown on Vin's head,
they did not get out of bed, he rolled and faced
the nearest paparazzi camera.
"Let the games begin!"
	 _____

Every couple of years Third Base would do an opening-night.
The woman born without arms or legs refused to let anyone call her 
anything but Third Base.
Even her husband was not sure how she came by her handle.

She did Vaudeville on stage with Vin. ( They were fucking as they talked. )
"So is it true you were on a baseball team?"
"Yes, that's how I got my nickname."
"Third Base?"
"Yes."
"How is that possible?"
"Oh, I didn't play Third Base, I WAS Third Base."
The brass bed head rubber wheels like a hospital bed, as Vin and Third 
Base fucked
they were rolled down onto the convention floor.
Men lined up.

	 _____


Another year Vin was the dominant, and Beatrice
was the sex slave.
She had a ball gag in her mouth so she could only
make unintelligible sounds, while shaking or
nodding her head.
Beatrice had been vaginally impaled on a foot long dildo, with
thousands of pink soft spikes extending in all directions.
A harness strapped around her body kept the enormous intruder
strapped in place.
The dildo had a seven inch long handle like a billy club,
it stuck through a brass ring held in place at the mouth of her vagina.
The billy club handle terminated in another ring.
Straps from this ring went to her, ankles, wrists and knees.

Her hands were manacled behind her back,
there was a short chain linking her ankles.
If she tried to stand up straight, or take a step,
or moved her knees, or her hands, the straps pulled on
the handle of her enormous dildo.
Anything she did resulted in her fucking herself.

Her pussy lips protruded amazingly, as a result
of the size of the object stuffed inside her.
There was one additional chain attached
to the end of her protruding handle,
it led four feet, to Vin's hand.
If he tugged on the chain, she was
forced to hobble rapidly after him.

The crowd went wild.
Like exercising a horse, Vin led her at a cantor through a series
of figure eights and circles, with rapid turns and stops.

While this was going on stage hands rolled
a bondage devise to the center stage.
it was a modified hospital gurney with
enormous rubber caster wheels.
It had been modified with massive amounts
of bondage and discipline, straps, buckles,
cuffs, and other paraphernalia.

A special spotlight illuminated the foot of the bed.
The devise was professionally done, with articulated
joints like what might be found supporting a large x-ray machine.
It was not an x-ray machine, but a massive mechanical
fucking machine, with a silicon flesh foot long, dildo,
poised for action like an over sized dentist drill.

Beatrice was shaking her head and mumbling
unintelligibly staring at the obscene device.

The three Vestal virgins in full dominatrix regalia
had joined them on stage.
Vin was staring at Beatrice
"Are you going to climb onto the device?"
Head shaking and mumbling
"If you do not I will remove your pleasure devise,
and insert the pain devise!"
Head shaking and mumbling
"Remove her pleasure devise!"
There were quick releases, the three virgins
had the harness holding the device in place
removed in moments, along with the straps
connecting it to Beatrice's extremities.
Knowing how to work a crowd, they were
slow in extracting it. Beatrice could take
twelve inches, this thing, obviously filled her to capacity.
The crowd oohed as it slowly came into view.

She was standing there, hands manacled behind her back.
Her ankles were still joined by a short chain.
She was not going anywhere.
"So, do you have anything else hidden in there?"
Head shaking and mumbling
"You'd better check."
Little Sister, promptly ran her hand, and forearm
into the gaping orifice until Beatrice's inner lips were
lightly caressing her elbow.

The crowd was whistling and stomping.

Vin had taken considerable time to reassure Beatrice
that the device was safe.
A silicon controlled rectifier insured one-shot, and only one shot of 
operation.
It took a key to rearm the devise.
It was a full on, military specification cattle prod.
When you push the button there was a three inch long
electric arc between the two electrodes.
The second time you pushed the button, there was a loud buzzing, and a 
vibration,
the device had morphed into a vibrating dildo.
Vin demonstrated by having Beatrice, hold the two electrodes
against his testicles, for the second button push.
(And they think being a producer of stage plays is all fun and games.)

Big Sister, and middle sister were each holding an arm
Beatrice was bending over backwards to please.
Little Sister was kneeling on the pad slightly to the side
so as not to block the audiences view of Beatrice's womanhood.
"Last chance, nod your head yes, if you are willing
to climb onto the sex machine."
Beatrice shook her head, not bothering to mumble.

Vin walked over to the bed, and picked up the cattle prod,
handing it, to the kneeling, Little Sister.

"Put some lightning up her cunt, she'll be agreeable in less than a minute."

Little Sister held the device aloft like the Statue of Liberty holds her 
torch.
She paused, letting the tension build, and the camera lens to find 
perfect focus.
The shotgun microphones were aimed at her slender wrist.
The stage lighting had been dimmed, so the electric arc looked
as bright as the sun, the buzzing sounded like Hoover dam had shorted out.

There was no dramatic pause, she stuffed the devise into Beatrice,
only part of the handle was protruding, the big red button,
was a centimeter or so away from Beatrice's clitoris.
Another tension building pause.
The cameras were perfectly focused, Little Sister's slender thumb
was creeping closer and closer to the red button.

The crowd was literally holding its breath.

The slender thumb pressed the button convulsively.
The expected buzzing as picked up by the shotgun microphones,
it was only slightly dampened by Beatrice's body.
Beatrice was hopping up and down doing an amazing job of portraying
a woman having a grand mall seizure.
Little Sister held the button down for about twenty seconds.

Big Sister, and middle sister appeared to be supporting
a semi-conscious Beatrice between them.
As soon as the cattle prod was removed. Vin walked over
and plunged himself balls deep into Beatrice, stroking away
five or six times.
"Speak to me or the lightning in your cunt will go on for three minutes!"
Rapid head bobbing and mumbling.
"Would you rather, fuck a lightning bolt, or a machine?"
Rapid head bobbing and mumbling
"Bring her."

Beatrice was rapidly restrained, the motorized bed had her
half sitting, so she could stare, with apparent disbelief at what
they were doing to her.
Her forearms and wrists, were held in place, her hands
opposite her hips.
A huge strap went over her chest, holes in the strap,
where all most her breast size.
Little Sister, reached through each hole in turn,
pulling her breasts through the opening, so they protruded obscenely.

Her feet and ankles were strapped into what amounted
to ski bindings mounted on a metal rod.
Big Sister began turning a crank, which turned a long
worm gear rod, causing her heels to move together and
back toward her ass cheeks, her knees were slowly forced apart.
She was being cranked into possession for a
gynecological examination!

Vin stood to the side, wearing his carnival barker straw hat,
he was a spectator, along with everyone else,
the three virgins were running the show.

Their movements were unhurried and deliberate, Beatrice
was soon ready for her gynecological examination
her vagina was spread be for an audience of several thousand people.

The machine had been set up previously with the design
engineers, Carl was there as well. The mechanical limits
were found, bolts and pins, were put in place to prevent
over travel. An insane person operating this machine
could kill the victim, as easily as one of Caligula's
sex trained animals.
This was the equivalent of cutting a lady in half with a saw.
There was danger but great effort had gone into making sure Beatrice
was not in the danger she appeared to be.
She had a well tested "chicken switch" concealed
in her right fist, all she had to do was relax her fingers, and the
giant rubber dick would immediately withdraw from her body.

The three virgins found a control devise on the end
of the long cord, being careful not to block
the audiences view, as they began pushing buttons.

The monster robot at the foot of the bed, stirred to life,
raising its foot long snout, rotating around.

The audience moaned.

There could be no doubt as to the target for the
monstrous snout. With slow deliberation, the machine
carefully positioned itself, the snout began creeping
slowly forward, it was made of soft silicone rubber,
it shouldered its way past Beatrice's outer lips.
With a ball gag in place, Beatrice did not say much,
but the intensity and volume of her unintelligible mutterings
issuing from the pencil sized opening in her ball gag,
noticeably increased.

The monstrous devise was not monotone, it was cast
in many layers one inch thick. The layers began
disappearing, one by one into Beatrice's body,
after ten or twelve layers had disappeared the monster
halted.
Restrained as she was, it was clear, Beatrice was
quivering like a leaf.
What a marvelous actress!

The virgins pushed another button, and a chrome plated
electric motor stirred to life.
Vin had instructed the engineers he wanted the mechanical
action of an oilfield pump, with what appeared to be massive
wedge shaped counterweights rotating ,storing incredible
kinetic energy, to be transferred via an offset crank to
unstoppable linear motion.
Vin got what he paid for, what appeared to be massive
cast iron weights, slowly began counter rotating.
As they completed, one revolution, on their down stroke
the crank shaft, transferred upward motion through a
series of massive rods, ending in a two inch diameter
shaft, that was attached to the massive dildo impaling
Beatrice.
The huge devise, slowly eased ten of its twelve
inches out of the gaping orifice, paused for a millisecond
and began entering her body once again.
Beatrice was making noises through her ball gag that was
vaguely reminiscent of a trumpeter playing reveille.

The virgins let the machine, lumber, along at
an oilfield cadence for a minute or so, Little Sister
reached up for the control box.

They audience oohed
They remembered her, she was the sweet little schoolgirl
they had just seen her squirt lightning up some insane
pain freaks, vagina for half a minute.

Little Sister took her time smiling hugely as she slowly
turning the control knob, after several minutes
it became obvious that this piece of oilfield equipment,
could pump oil at rates up to 360 strokes per minute.

After a minute or so, she slowly dialed it back down,
to donkey fucking speed and left it there.

The three sisters and Vin walked to the front of the stage,
one of the sisters handed Vin a note, which he unfolded
and began reading aloud.
"Will the six following, members of the visiting military
contingent, please join us on stage, we have a lady
who needs to be rolled down to her olive drab mat, so she can
begin pleasuring you."

Wild cheering.

It took about five minutes to get everybody on stage,
Beatrice was being donkey fucked in the background
all the while.

Despite every possible effort to keep the weight down
using modern materials, the oil pump, fuck machine
had considerable mass. This was offset
by a number of batteries at the opposite end
of the bed. One side effect of the
large number of counterweight batteries, was the devise
had enough stored power to fuck Beatrice, continuously
for more than twelve hours.

	[ 37. It's nice being King ]

Vin had met secretly with the "randomly selected" Marines
before hand, they knew exactly what to do, at every
intersection, they stopped and argued.
Don't they teach Marines map reading anymore?
Beatrice, ended up being rolled up and down every street
and around the perimeter passed every vendor, and through
the food court, several thousand people got close up views
of her cunt lips moving in and out as though she were
breathing through her vagina.
Occasionally, when a large crowd gathered, the Marines
would allow random females to turn the control, causing
Beatrice's donkey fuck to accelerate almost to a blur.
The electrically powered machine was amazingly quiet,
you could actually hear Beatrice's cunt pumping air
giving a small whistle with every stroke.
She gave off slurping bubbling sounds.
The mechanism was a pump. About 1/10 of a CC of Astroglide and 10 CC of 
air was pumped up the hollow
dildo, ejaculating into Beatrice's cunt , with each stroke.
Beatrice was doing incredible pussy farts as the machine pumped over 
three thousand Ccs of air
into her every minute.

Karl was of course was in on it, he
Kathy and Vin had spent considerable time
working on the stage play, the part that was never
included in Beatrice's hard copy.

Little Sister, was there, her sweet warm little hand
holding on to Karl's picker. They had been
friends for a long time, they got to know each
other physically at the Thursday night, wife swap.
Karl had a four inch pecker, Little Sister had a
four-inch vagina, they were meant for each other.

Beatrice was rolled in to Beatrice court.
Vin had redone all the street names, just about everyone
who had ever done an opening night, had their very own
named cull-de-sac.

"There you are. Its been over an hour, where have you been?"
Mumbling
"Look honey, I've got to run, the general ledger is out of balance
I'll probably be at the bank until midnight."
"These Marines will take care of you."
Rapid staccato mumbling.

The Marines, indeed took care of her.
Older sister showed up, and took over control
of the mechanical monster.
A semi circle of hyperventilating Marines
watched intently as the huge dildo began backing out
of its den. There were mechanical and electrical,
quick disconnects.
The obscene machine was disconnected and rolled away.
A concealed switch caused the bed to slowly sink
to the floor like a Mexican jalopy.
A special padded Ottoman was produced,
it was exactly the right height, for a man to kneel on
while penetrating Beatrice.
They left her restrained with the ball gag in place.
Beatrice was alone with her line of smiling Marines.

Beatrice was furious about her apparent
abandonment.
They had taken so long to get her here,
she had no possibility of winning the contest now!

Later it took Kathy's gentle persuasion
to convince her she had not really been abandoned,
that everyone including Karl and Little Sister were in on it.

As soon as Vin said
"Let the games begin",
he had sprinted, to the security control room
where they monitored Beatrice every moment
with the overhead cameras, they were in
constant radio contact, with a phalanx
of praetorian guards, who stayed
out of sight, but were seconds away.

Any mechanically inclined doofus
with hand tools could have removed the
mechanical stops, that prevented the fuck machine
from being a lethal devise.
Vin loved Kathy, part of the reason for this
was she was not in any way jealous of
Vin's love for Beatrice.
Kathy was his soul mate, Vin was the best
male fuck on board, Beatrice the best female.
It was right and proper they spent time,
pleasuring each other.

The praetorian guards continued their discreet
surveillance, Vin turned the overhead camera
surveillance over to people who normally did that sort of thing.
Beatrice "chicken switch" was on tactical two,
every guard in the room would hear the tone
if Beatrice opened her right fist.

She had obviously decided, to hell with her shit
head husband, and his shit head friends,
she was going to stay here and enjoy herself.

Vin made a beeline to Beatrice court, after leaving
the security room. He carefully undid
Beatrice's ball gag, she glared at him.
"I won't ask you to forgive me, quite yet."
"Think about it for a while first."
"I love you, Karl loves you, Kathy loves you,
Little Sister loves you, and none of us will
allow harm to come to you."
Beatrice allowed him to kiss her.

Beatrice was irritated, in the confusion she had
lost track of her gold plated golf counter.
She and Kathy were having a competition, and Kathy
had almost a one-hour head start, and she had no counter.
Kathy would win by default.

Vin returned, and kissed her again, he undid
her left arm, and pressed the gold plated
golf counter into her palm, he walked around to the other side
and carefully undid her right arm, he picked up
the chicken switch carefully, like a live grenade.
There was a small pin on the end of a retaining cord
he carefully replaced the pin, disarming the devise.
He handed it back to Beatrice,
"Pull the pin if you need me." he said

Every half-hour or so Vin would arrive, and turned the crank
a couple of turns, moving her lower extremities, into a fresh
position, so she would not be uncomfortable.

Beatrice won the contest.
	 _____

There was one contest Beatrice did not win.
Vin suspected Third Base was behind it, as she had the least to say at 
the news conference.
The whole idea of Fleet Week was to have four, ten our contests, with 
eight hours off, for recuperation,
between contests.
A six minute sex act, allowed ten men per hour, four hundred per Fleet Week.
Vin had once had over seven hundred women bounce up and down on his dick 
in a Fleet Week contest,
by setting the timer at two minutes
Clearly, if anyone was willing to give up, eight hours of recuperation, 
the magic one thousand was possible.

Vin was sitting in a news conference, listening to the women he loved 
announcing, this was their intention.
Hell, they are full grown women, I am not their father. Vin thought.
Lady Kathy had spared no expense, the "enthusiastic men" association was 
a cosponsor,
hundreds of premature ejaculator's had been given all expense paid 
vacations.
They had hired fluff girls, who sat on milking stools, giving 
enthusiastic men blow jobs, till they were ready to pop.
The clever part was the cameras, all three women had internal vaginal 
cameras.
Each woman had a three-judge panel, who would press a button, on 
observing an ejaculation.
The contest was a race, what is the total elapsed time from ejaculation 
number one, to number one thousand.

Third Base won the contest, ( 64 Hours 53 Minutes 24.07 Seconds. )
Beatrice was second, Lady Kathy came in last.
"Men just seem to want to spend time with me." She observed at the post 
contest news conference.



	 _____

It's nice being King , you get to suggest when something
is bothering you, and the irritant is promptly removed.
In this case, however, the King had to explain to the Queen
and he was afraid she might not be amused.
All married men have this problem, you think you have it wired, and Bam!
Vin himed and hawed, Kathy finally dragged it out of him,
she guffawed, hopped on top and bunny fucked him.

The next morning Kathy called her girls together for a general meeting.
(Believe it or not, there are laws in "managed democracies" preventing
hiring an all-female staff!)
"Ladies. You all know that Vin loves you."
Most of the ladies were looking at their desk, no one was nodding.
"He shares his love with you as often as he can."
several blushed, most of them nodded slowly.
"You must realize Vin is a man, he has special needs,
as all men do, he has sexual fantasies."
"When you go to visit Vin at the Ladies Club, you dress up,
like you're going on a date, you shower, douche and put on perfume!"
"This is driving my poor husband crazy!"
"You there in the navy blue skirt.
Do you know what my husbands sexual fantasy is?"
"He wants to march in here, slide down your concealed zipper,
wiggle you out of your blue outfit, and screw you silly right there on 
the desktop!"
Shocked silence.
"Not just you in the blue outfit, all of you!"
More shocked silence.
"So here's what you're going to do, when you have an appointment,
was my husband, leave directly from work, wearing what you have on,
don't shower, Vin loves the way women taste, each woman has a unique aroma
Vin loves each and every one of you, he loves your unique aroma, the 
unique taste of your vagina,
don't wear panties."
"Questions?"
There were no questions, Kathy knew how to work a crowd, and this
had been one of her finer moments.
Her smile faded, as she looked at the faces around her,
She had just ruined her staff!
She would not get a lick of work out of them for the rest of the day.

Kathy walked unnoticed to her desk, she sat there thinking
for several moments, then she reached for the phone.
"I will need your largest available suite."
"John Gault? Yes, that will do."
Next, she called House Dick.
"Yes, the entire guard force."
"Of course, the young leopards, when did we begin
treating them as second-class?"
"Send them a general announcement, I need them
in the John Gault suite ASAP."
"Yes, the Intercontinental."

"Girls! We are closing the office today, and going
to a party, follow me."
A good time was had by all, Vin was unavailable.
Kathy was determined to make it up to him.
She thought about it for a while and told Vin
what she had arranged for him to do.

A week or so later, Kathy's girls were working away,
( The party had been excellent for morel
How did people ever manage pre-Lazarus? )

A messenger arrived with a single long stemmed rose,
there was no card. Kathy instructed that the
Rose be placed on a desk of the lady wearing the
navy blue skirt.

Vin gave them about ten minutes, to discuss the rose
and wonder who the anonymous admirer was.
Vin was a regular at the office, coming and going
ten or more times a day, usually his business was
with Kathy, but often, he had business with one of his
three full time, administrative assistants.
One of whom, was the very attractive lady
wearing the navy blue skirt.

Vin ignored Kathy, and everyone else, he marched directly
to the desk with the single rose on it.
He casually began gathering up all the desk clutter,
including the rose, and handed it to a nearby lady
without looking at her.
"Stand up."
She hesitated a moment, and slowly stood up.
"Come here" less hesitation, but she moved slowly
Vin kissed her, she returned the kiss without passion.
There was a button, at the top, he undid it.
She trembled slightly bit but did not do anything
to stop him.
The room was deathly silent, no one had noticed
Kathy slip over locking the front door.
Vin slowly slid the zipper down, with two hands
he helped the skirt to slide down to her ankles.
It slid easily, she was wearing pantyhose, over
her white cotton panties.
"Lean back."
She slowly leaned back, onto her desk.
Vin peeled the panties and pantyhose off.
The top half of her body was closed in a
proper woman's business suit, starched white blouse, small mother of 
Perl buttons, a ladies necktie.
 From the belly button down, she was totally naked.
Vin grabbed her ankles, unceremoniously
pushing her backwards across the desk, until her
vagina rested on the edge.

Vin pulled up a chair, sat down, and began eating pussy.
He was in no hurry, it was playing to a 100% female crowd.
He knew what they wanted to see. He took
five or ten minutes, working slowly, pretty much
ignoring her vagina, her clitoris was standing proud and erect.
Vin noticed she was one of those naughty girls, who sticks things
in her urethra.
After about ten minutes Vin stuck his little finger into
the neglected vagina, he moved it, up and down
to get it well lubricated.
The surrounding mob, were no longer well-dressed businesswomen.
Vin was probably the world's leading expert, at inciting
sexual mob action.
He could practically feel their hot breath on the back of his neck.
He slowly moved his little finger upward, the target was obvious.
There was a collective gasp.
Vin screwed his little finger in up to the second knuckle.
The half dressed business lady, arched her back and gave
a gurgling orgasm, Vin was half fearful that he might get
a stream of pee if he removed his fingers suddenly.
He removed it slowly.
"Yes yes! YES!" She moaned
Vin ignored her, he went back to oral sex,
while carefully, undoing his trousers, sliding off
his underwear.
He held them out, with a stiff arm for an unseen hand to take.
He stood up, and with no ceremony whatsoever, lunged in
balls deep.
The business lady made all the appropriate sounds,
Vin was so horny he was seeing double,
for a male audience he would have stroked away for awhile.
He came almost immediately, his semen dribbling
out of the vagina, running down the side of her desk,
almost reaching the floor.

Vin held out his hand without looking, his trousers
where handed back to him. He got dressed and
without a word, leaving the lady there, leaking fluids
on her desk.

He paused to kiss Kathy, who carefully relocked
the door after him.

"Well ladies, will I be able to get any work at all
out of you today?"
"Or do I have to take you back to the Intercontinental?"

Almost everybody in the room nodded vigorously.
The lady on the desk seemed unconscious.
Kathy and two other girls, got her panties on her.
They put her pantyhose in a drawer.
She was able to sit up and look for her navy blue skirt.
She had it carefully dry cleaned, like a bridal gown
and only wore it on very special occasions, like when
she had a reservation with Vin at the Ladies Club.

Kathy unlock the door holding it with wide, the entire
guard force was standing there, holding backpacker
mats exactly the size of the desktops.
The women backed up allowing them to enter.

There were more guards than women.
It was a proper orgy taking all day.

After that it was the Marine Corps general all over again,
Kathy got 110% out of her girls all the time, some like
the three sisters managed 120% continuously.
But for those very special occasions when someone managed
to do something above and beyond the call of duty,
Kathy would take notice.
Generally the lucky young overachiever would find
a single long stemmed red rose, waiting for her
on her desk the following morning.
The others shared in her happiness, it meant
there would be no work that day.
When Vin finished with the lucky one, Kathy
would open the front door, letting in the
praetorian guard, with their backpacker pads.
There were eighty praetorians and twenty women.
The drill was always the same, the sixty extra praetorians would form
one long line, waiting their turn to fuck the lady
with a red rose. They made sure there was never a moment
she was not being fucked.
They would gang fuck the woman until she begged them to stop
or the sunset.
The party would generally last all day long.
Once for reasons no one could quite understand,
they continued after normal quitting time.
Kathy sent out for Chinese food.
The Chinese delivery boy took off his clothes, joining the continuing 
the orgy.
The lady with a red rose, never called a halt, they gang fucked
her continuously for eighteen hours.

One time the girls engaged in a mild discipline game
they held down the chosen one, slowly stripping
her naked, eight of them, two for each wrist and ankle.
They held in her immobilized, spread eagle on her own desk,
one of the girls, who was into that sort of thing, began
giving her oral sex.
Vin arrived realizing he did not have much to do,
he got naked waiting.
The ladies holding the spread eagle woman cheered as he lunged into her, 
balls deep.

All of the ladies left their desktops clean at the end
of each business day.
Moral continued to be excellent in Kathy's office.
They kept the backpacker pads carefully stacked
in a storage room.


	 _____

Vin had seen it coming for a very long time, he had
discussed it was Kathy. There was the ringleader
they had nicknamed Weasel, but even without
a leader in the movement would have prospered.
Davis Strait Citizens wanted to vote, a bond issue.
There was a plan to pay for it. They would make
the visitors pay, there was to be a hotel room tax.
What everyone wanted was a new gigantic
publicly financed convention center.

Vin had held things off as long as he could,
with his "goose that lays golden eggs"
and his "if it ain't broke don't fix it" speeches.
But it became obvious that it was going to happen,
if Vin agreed, he could affect the outcome,
otherwise he would be a spectator.

Davis Strait would go from a six segment OTEC
to an eight segment boat. The new convention center
would become the new P2 segment.

Vin became the new chairperson over seeing the project.
They had to purchase the new segment, as Davis Strait was in the
hotel business, not the boat building business.
Fortunately there were OTECs, who specialize in this sort of work.
The fully grown sections were towed to the Japanese inland sea
where Katzie said he "knew some people."
It was of course Katzie's conglomerate from start to finish.
Vin was trusting his bathhouse good buddy, with half a billion gold.
Katzie came through, on time and under budget.

As planned. Davis Strait was decoupled at the
Stern of P1 and the new convention center was
floated in place and secured as the new P2.
Old P2 became P3, and so on.
The new section was convention hotel forward,
convention center, next, and at the tail end
Vin's special projects.
The grand promenade, was retail rental property.
One could stroll down the grand promenade, from
P1 to P3 without wading through a wild sex orgy.
The convention center took up, everything
above the mezzanine level.
The mezzanine level did not open onto the promenade
in the center, as did other Davis Strait sections.
It should not properly be referred to as a mezzanine,
as it had its own floor.
The mezzanine was a separate promenade deck,
located vertically above the promenade.
The architectural drawings referred to it as the Lido deck,
but the name never caught on.

Above the brake water in the area reserved for gardens and cow pastures 
was space for
a large and elaborate zoo.

One of the problems Fleet Week success had created
was driving up, property prices, displacing working class
people who had difficulty finding rental property they could afford.

Vin's solution was twofold the new industrial S4 section
was designed to maximize, affordable rental housing.
The aft end of the convention center segment,
was mostly affordable rental housing as well.
Vin intended to make the convention Center self-contained
everybody who worked there, lived their, so there
were some high-end townhouses, Vin and Kathy
bought one. The guard force was able to live
in semi-subsidized rentals.
It was not all domestic accommodations, however,
Vin, Katzie, and the architects worked on a
semi-hidden Japanese neighborhood.
Vin got an expanded bathhouse, restaurant, formal garden,
tea house, monastery, and medieval whorehouse.
And of course, world-class dojo, with adjacent
living quarters. Sensei and First Lady had taken to
living together, Vin and Katzie had collaborated
on building a house suitable for a newly married couple.

With Katzies help, they were going after the Japanese market.

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