Enter The Resort

Needless to say, your excitement for the prospect of arriving at the celebrity resort was boundless. You couldn't help but feel wildly out of place when being guided onto a luxurious private jet and flown across the picturesque clear waters for the carribean, the white sands sprawling out beneath you across stunning islands and glorious vistas. The views were one thing, but deep down, you were waiting for that first delicious step into perverse bliss. Indeed, as the plane began to dip downwards, a run-way appearing on a small collection of islands ahead, the large buildings of the resort climbing above thick jungle, you felt your excitement swell between your thighs.

The plane landed smoothly on the ground, with the flight attendants opening the small hatch and gesturing for you to exit. Doing as you were bid, you stepped out onto the white, immaculate sands of the island, looking around at the beautiful sweeping oceans, and the stunning tropical jungle. It was the definition of a desert island retreat. You were guided to a long, curving path along the beach. the stones set into a delicate pattern, lined by palm trees. Ahead of you, you could see the main resort building, towering upwards, a few more buildings flanking it, with a smaller building set into the front of the resort. The path led to this smaller building.

Instinctually, you turned to grab your bags, only to be politley brushed aside by the flight attendants, who insisted they would sort it for you. You weren't used to such treatment. You shared the flight with a few businessmen types who had casually brushed aside the attendents and made their way to the reception, talking through ear-pieces, evidently used to the lavish luxuriousness.

Walking along the path, your braced yourself for the beginning of two weeks in pure, pleasurable bliss. Stepping through the sliding doors of the reception, you felt the rush of air conditioning blast against your hair as you stepped into the resplendent foyer.