Head to Ms. Schultz's office

You decide it's best to get to Ms. Schultz as soon as possible. You have no idea where any hotels are, so you hope to stay in your grandfathers holiday home.

As you make your way through the tropical town, you still see nothing out of the ordinary. Was that brochure a joke? You think to yourself. Surely the island's society isn't based around sex? Your eyes are peeled for any sign of such behaviour, but everything seems normal. You follow winding paths and empty alley ways. Passing a bakery you smell whatever it is they're cooking and it smells delicious.

Before long you find yourself stood outside an office block. The sign outside reads 'Miller & Miller Law. TA.'. This is the place. You confirm by looking back at the notes. You head inside to find a twenty-something year old receptionist behind a desk, her shiny red hair tied up in a bun behind her head.
'Can I help you?' She asks with a smile, her blue eyes shimmering in the office lighting.
'Uhh, yeah, I'm here to see a...' you look at your letter 'Ms. Emily Schultz?'
Her eyes light up 'Oh, right! Yeah, Emily's on the second floor, I'll let her know your here. Could I take a surname?'
'Uhh, Blake.'
'Thanks!' The receptionist starts dialling before looking back at you, still stood there awkwardly. 'You can go up, she'll meet you at the door.'
Embarrassed, you simply nod and rush from the room. Up two flights of stairs before reaching a green, plastic door. You can see a woman approaching it through the glass.
Ms. Schultz opens the door and shakes your hand. 'Mr. Blake, how are you?'
'Fine, thanks.'
The woman leads you past groups of desks, each with a different agent sat behind them, either on the phone or typing furiously into their computers. 'I trust you found us alright?' The woman asked.
'Yeah, your directions worked.' You said with an awkward chuckle. You both sat in her office, away from the noise of the rest of the floor.

'Well,' She began. 'I wasn't expecting you this early. Eager for the money, are we?'
'Something like that.'
'In any case, I'll need you to sign some forms for me.'
'Sure.' You reply in a meek tone.
As Ms. Schultz bends over to look through her files, you can't help but stare at her firm-looking ass. She looks good for what you assume is a woman in her late-thirties or early-forties. Her straight black hair is shoulder length, and she's wearing a blue blouse with the first couple of buttons undone, and a short grey pencil skirt.
When she sat again, and handed you the forms, you spend more time staring at her legs than you are reading the documents you're signing on autopilot. Her legs are smooth and thick, but well formed. Athletic almost.
You start to feel a stir in your pants thinking about what the brochure said. You think she caught you staring so you turn your eyes back to the documents. Lots of lawyer nonsense you don't comprehend, but you sign it nonetheless.
You see that lovely figure again, not her body, but the nine-digit figure of your inheritance. $2,642,344.26. That gives you a stir in your pants aswell. Then you see the lawyers deduction and tax of $521,203.18, leaving you with $2,121,141.08. Less than before, but it's still more money than you've ever seen.
After signing, the lovely lawyer hands you the keys to your grandfathers holiday home, as well as her card with the homes address written on the back. Before you leave her office, though, you work up the courage to ask about what the brochure said.
'Just one more thing, Ms. Schultz.'
'Yes, Martin?'
'On the way over here, I was handed a brochure...'
'Yes?' Her hazel eyes queried you more than her voice, and you almost backed down.
'It's just, it mentioned some strange behaviour on the island...'
She gave a nod before speaking 'Ah, yes...' she closed the door again, and sat. You remained standing. 'Fretton island is rather different from the mainland. While everyone from the outside treats sex as a taboo, and feels it should be done in private, us Frettonites actually employ sex as an everyday part of their lives. It's odd how people from the mainland, like yourself, put so much power into the idea of sex, when in reality, it's just a bodily function like sight or movement.'
You stare at her blankly, expecting her to tell you it was a joke, but something about her look makes you think otherwise.
'You're joking right?' You ask after a short pause, she looks shocked. 'That can't be true.'
'I can prove it to you, if you like...'
'How?'
Instantly after asking that single word, you realise what's about to happen.

Ms. Schultz gets to the floor on her knees and her hands drift up your leg.
Your eyes widen, and your member stiffens. 'Woah, you don't have to... I mean...'
Before you can cockblock yourself, she tells you to relax and calm down. She unbuckles your belt, and slides it off completely. Her head follows your pants as they slowly drop to your ankles, revealing your hard cock poking at your boxer shorts. She pulls them down too.
Your erect dick is pointing straight at her, and she doesn't act like it's weird at all. You feel uncomfortable though, but before those feelings can overcome you, the lawyer takes you in her mouth and replaces it with another feeling. Her tongue is wild, like a crazed bull in a ring.
Her head bobs forwards and backwards rhythmically, before taking you deep into her mouth and staying there. The tip of your penis is stroking the back of her throat, as she licks up and down your shaft, left to right, round and round.
She's like some kind of pornstar lawyer. You think to yourself, before reasoning that if the brochure is true, then all the women must get plenty of training. That idea excites you, and you feel yourself coming close to climax within bare minutes.
To stop yourself from cumming in her mouth, you politely push her head away, and see that her red lipstick is smeared over your shaft. She can see you're only trying to be polite, but pushes your hand away and goes back to work on your dick.
This time, she tastes the tip of your dick, her tongue like a helicopter propeller, getting faster and faster. And before you even realise, you've blown your hot load in her well-trained mouth. She stands, swallows and wipes her mouth, licking her fingers.
You're still blown away by her skill and the pleasure that's coursing through your body, so she pulls up your underwear. You then get your head back on track and pull up your pants yourself.
You think to yourself that you've never had a blowjob like that before, and you've never cum so much either.
'See?' She teases 'It's fine, nothing to be worried about.'
You have to sit in silence for a little while to take it all in. She giggles at you and you snap back to your normal self, if a bit shocked.
'Uhh, thank you?' You ask, rather than state.
'Haha, don't thank me!' She jests. 'It's nothing to be thanked for. Although, you could use some help lasting longer. On your way to George's home, I advise you stop off at a pharmacy and get some Stamina Pills. Just take one in the morning, and your sexual stamina should be increased ten-fold. A nifty little invention we have here.' You nod at her, still shocked and take your leave.

You head back down the stairs, your mind racing with the opportunities you could have on this island. Ms. Schultz said you'd receive the money within a couple of hours straight into your bank account.
As you leave the building, saying farewell to the receptionist, you think of all the things you could do with her, but you wouldn't know how to initiate it, besides, you're not refuelled yet. You head out the door, and decide what to do next.

You think it would be a good idea to watch the people of the island closely to see how they initiate sexual relations. Maybe go sit in a park or town square until your money clears. Or maybe you should just head straight to Grampa George's house.