Back at the camp

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Everyone is gathered in an irregular circle, looking at the various piles of mess that lay in front of you.

“So, all in all, we have twenty-seven bamboo poles, a complicated medical kit, a tomahawk, a knife and a machete-” You say, hands on your hips.

“Kukri,” corrects Neela, “which is the same thing anyway.”

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“I can't believe you guys found these tools.” You say, eyeing the machete and tomahawk.

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“I can't believe you guys found this medical kit.” You say, “Amber, you'll love that.”

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“And don't forget about all those banana leaves,” says Axel.

“Right,” you respond.

You look at the bamboo poles. Each one is pretty thick and of almost exactly the same thickness from what you can see. Furthermore, they are all similar lengths, which will make building the huts with them much easier. A plan starts to formulate in your head - you'll use six posts to mark out the corners of a hexagon and connect the tops with horizontal bamboo poles. That should make a basic frame, then you can connect everything to the top in a cone-like structure and weave banana leaves into it, creating a both practical and pretty hut. Do that twice and that should be enough to shelter eleven people.

“Okay so the first thing we need to do to make these guys is prepare the materials,” you start. “We need to cut all the bamboo poles to the same length and shape each one.”

You grab the kukri from the metal briefcase and take the shortest bamboo pole, still spanning around 2 metres, and lay it flat on the ground, hacking away at one end, until it quickly starts to form a pencil-like tip. When you've finished with that end, you flip it over and begin to hack out a u-shaped groove. In theory, the pencil-like tip should pierce the ground quite easily and the u-shaped groove will allow the horizontal bamboo poles to slot right in, making the whole process much easier, not to mention more durable.

You stand up and hold the newly shaped bamboo pile in your hands. “Like this,” you say.

“How many do we need?” Asks Axel, who takes the small knife that used to be in your possession.

“Twelve of those to make two huts. Each one will be big enough for at least six people,” you state.

“What can we do to help?” Asks Neela.

“Here, take over for me,” you say to her, handing her the kukri knife but picking up the tomahawk for yourself.

“I'll prepare the horizontal beams,” you say, picking up another bamboo pole. “There's not really anything for the rest of you to do right now. I'll call if we need help.”

After a collective verbal agreement, the rest of the islanders dissipate into their own little groups, with Parisia sticking around to talk to her boyfriend, Axel.

You carefully measure the length of your own bamboo pole to the first one and this time, you cut away the sides just enough to make a T-shape that sticks out, to slot inside the u-shaped groove you made earlier. It's not the nicest fit but it will do.

“This hurts my arm,” whines Neela.

“Don't be a pussy,” teases Parisia, laughing at her while standing next to her boyfriend.

“I don't see you helping,” retorts Neela.

“I'm giving moral support to Axel over here,” says Parisia, embracing her boyfriend and giving him a quick kiss.

“Ugh gross,” mumbles Neela.

“Why do you hate PDA so much?” Asks Axel, laughing and jokingly grabbing on to Parisia's ass.

“I don't really know,” ponders Neela, clearly trying to distract herself from looking at the crude sight in front of her. “Parisia, can you switch with me?”

It takes the four of you a good few hours to do this, with Parisia and Neela switching back and forth a few more times, clearly not built to cope with the highly intense manual labour, but you eventually finish with all twelve vertical posts and a few horizontal beams.

It's starting to get dark pretty quickly as the glaring sun descends, so you all decide to abandon your work for today, making sure to transport all the wood to a place where the tide won't wash it away.

The four of you then walk over to the rest of the islanders, who seem to all be sitting around the campfire they made earlier on.

You see Amber sitting with Roman, but they're talking about something that looks private, so you look around to see who else to talk to.

“Hey, Julian, right?” Asks a voice, coming from behind you.

You turn around to see the gorgeous blonde, Michelle, standing right there. Merely seconds after making eye contact, your focus is dragged down to her enormous breasts. You could've sworn that her bra was larger earlier on in the day. You spend a good couple of seconds ogling her chest until her voice snaps you out of your trance.

“Like what you see?” Smirks Michelle, giving you a sultry wink.

The way her perfect lips form those words just makes you imagine what wonders they could do on your increasingly larger hard-on.

“I-uh,” you stammer, struggling to form a complete sentence. You have no idea what's gotten into you, since you're neither shy or an introvert, and usually have no problems when talking to girls.

“Yeah?” You say, after quickly regaining composure of your thoughts.

“We haven't met before, have we?” She says, holding her hand out. “I'm Michelle.”

“I think I've seen you around my accommodation before,” you say, taking her hand. As the rumours of her vast amount of sexual partners enters your thoughts, you recoil your hand, thinking how many different cocks she's had in them.

“Let me guess, you've heard the rumours?” She says, with a blank face.

“Just a few,” you politely reply.

“And how would you like to get a first-hand experience?” She says, trailing her hand down your chest.

You decide to play along with it, hopefully surprising her a little.

“And what exactly would you be offering?” You reply, looking into her eyes with a confidence that Michelle was not expecting.

In response, she leans into your ear and whispers in a tone that would have made most people weak at the knees. “Anything.” Says Michelle.

Just as you're about to tease her some more, you see Amber looking at the two of you from the corner of your eye. You've been meaning to ask her about earlier on today.

Grabbing Michelle by the waist and pulling her to yours, you whisper in her ear. “Maybe later.”

She looks at you with a shocked expression, probably due to the fact that no one has had the balls to match her energy before.

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