Arrival at the Island

The long trip to the Fantasy Island included a change of planes in Miami and the switch to a boat in Nassau. After several hours of traveling in the boat outside of the Commonwealth’s waters, you arrived at the Fantasy Island. As you stepped onto the small dock, a blonde-haired woman dressed in a skimpy red bikini and sarong with a clipboard in her hands greeted you.

“Welcome to Fantasy Island,” she said in a soft English accent. “Where your fantasies become reality. I am Alice, your assistant for the duration of your visit and the director of the islands activities. In case of any situations that would conflict with your order, I will resolve them to best of my ability in your favor.”

“When does my fantasy begin?” you asked, your eyes on the bosom of blue-eyed director.

“As soon as the boat leaves,” she replied. “Which will be as soon as we all the supplies offloaded.

“In the meantime, Gillian, your personal valet on the island, awaits you. She will lead you to your residence and attend to your needs as you see fit,” Alice continued, pointing to a red-haired woman standing at the end of the dock clad in a tiny metallic pink bikini and sheer pink sarong.

Grinning, you walked down the dock to the redhead, envisioning the fun to come.

“Hello, Gillian,” you said at the end of the dock.

“Hello, sir,” the five foot three hazel-eyed woman said. “If you would follow me, I shall lead you to your home for the duration of your stay.”

She turned around and started walking down the stone path that led away from the beach. You followed, your eyes glued to Gillian’s swaying buttocks beneath the very shear sarong and bright pink g-string.

The trip through the small town was quick due to your lack of inattention. However, it was worth it. When Gillian had turned around to face you at the house you would be staying in, you noticed that the front of the g-string had darkened. Looking into her face, you saw that Gillian’s face was flushed and her heaving bosom was straining at her tiny bikini.

“This is where you will stay,” she said slowly, trying to maintain control of herself. “This mansion contains your bedroom and bath, a swimming pool, a hot tub, a sauna, a hall for when you hold court, and several other rooms containing… items you had requested.”

She opened the front door, her eyes downcast. You stood there watching Gillian tugging at her sarong, lust filling her face. Glancing down, you noticed that her upper thighs were glistening along the edge of the pink g-string.

Wonderful, you thought. They made the modifications that you wanted. Whenever a woman felt you look at them, she would begin to lust for you. The longer you stared, the more her body responded. The more she wanted you, she would become more willing to follow your commands.