I read the 1963 Signet paperback version, which is 144 pages.
The book is alright. It proclaims all manner of sex and lascivious actions but it's mostly each person finding their fiddle, either from the passengers or even one another. It's much like many books of this kind - it's mostly a book that seems to be a thinly veiled attempt to show off jargon rather than a story. A beach read, fast, silly, schmaltzy in places.
I didn't find it entertaining as promised. More a description of various money- making schemes than much comedic hijinks, hasn't aged well, and it has a real downer of an ending.