Frank called Freedonia's number.

Frank had tried to get more information about Freedonia from Scott but was rebuffed, "What's more to know than fuck all the pussy you want? Just make sure you bring enough Viagra!" So when he got home he was not surprised when he called the number that Scott gave him that the female customer service representative had asked him the name of the person who recommended Freedonia to him -- it was an exclusive resort after all! She then told him the typical sales pitch of tropical resort, listing the range of activities -- golf, tennis, horseback riding, snorkelling, and gyms with personal trainers -- and the number of bars and restaurants scattered across the island.

"I'll take the Imperial package ," Frank answered.

"Very good, sir!" Marie cheered. Frank thought she probably made her commission for the day. "The Imperial package you will have an open-ended airline ticket so you can stay up to a month allowed with your visitor visa," the rep explained. Frank wondered if he had the stamina to last a month of pussy.

"Ah, okay. Well, it's a good thing, I'm the boss," he chuckled. He hadn't had a vacation in years ever since the bitter divorce battle that dragged on in the courts. It would be understandable to his employees he took a month off from his construction company to de-stress.

"After I get your credit card information and the date you will like to arrive, we will send you a package by courier," she explained.

"Awesome," Frank grinned to himself, wondering if he would have to the chance to fuck her.