The advertisement appeared in all of the major daily newspapers and on television:
'Fantasy Island Getaway.'
Win the opportunity of a lifetime and live out your sexual fantasies on a tropical island holiday. 10 Days and nights in Paradise with all of your sexual needs catered for in luxurious accommodation. All you have to do is to fill out the attached form and tell us in twenty five words or less about your fantasy.
Television viewers just dial the toll free number or log on to our Web site and answer a few simple questions.'
Richie Johnson stared at the ad in amazement, he read it three times just to be sure that he wasn't seeing things. He then took a pen from his pockets and filled in the details finishing with his fantasy; 'I would like to live the life of a Sultan, with wall to wall harem girls there to fulfil my sexual needs.'
His mind drifted to his lifestyle, a series of one night stands spanning the last eight years of his life, what could be better? No commitment, no comeback, life was one long orgy with a different girl each night.
He placed the completed form in an envelope and posted it on his way to work, thinking to himself that, if he won, he would be top dog among his friends, definitely the Alpha male.
Joseph Berman stared at the ad that interrupted his late night TV viewing and reached for the telephone. As he dialled his mind went to the bedroom where his wife of forty years lay, softly snoring her way through the night. The woman that he fell in love with all those years ago had lost her appeal, she was showing her age and was no longer attractive to him. Her attempts to arouse his sexual interest disgusted him.
Following the prompts, he gave his details and, when asked stated that he would like to make love to a young woman like the one he fell in love with forty years ago.
Janice Soderberg thought of her husband who would be waiting for her to go to bed after their dinner and who would burst into tears at her lack of response to his attempt at lovemaking. It wasn't as if he didn't try, his foreplay was kind and thoughtful, it was just that, as soon as he put his small cock into her, her desire for sex disappeared, and after a few minutes, so did his. His frustration resulted in tears on his part and masturbation on hers. Oh for a big cock that would give her pleasure. 'I want to be fucked by a big man with a big cock.' She was shocked at her words but sent in the form anyway.
Cindy James stared at the ad in the newspaper on the desk in front of her. Here was her chance to get away from her life for ten days, a life that existed for others, her boss who acted as if she was a dumb blond good for nothing better than to make his coffee and give him blow jobs from under his desk when he felt the need. Then there was her mother who continually told her that she would amount to nothing, and that she would end up a slut just like her. She insisted that Cindy should dress to show her 'assets' and that she should always comply when a man asked her for sex. 'You won't get a man unless you give him what he wants Cindy, you mark my words!'
Just once, Cindy thought as she completed the form, just once I would like to have a relationship with a man who cared for me as a person and not a sex object. 'I would like to be loved by a caring man who knows how to treat a woman properly.' She wrote in the space provided and sent the form away.
Her class of little monsters gone for the day Julie Rogers sat and stared at the newspaper in front of her. Her fantasy for the last several years was to be in the company of adults, male adults, and to let herself think about nothing other than have men cover her with their attention, sexual attention. Just about every man that she had met since beginning to work as a Pre-school teacher had said, 'How nice.' In response to her telling him what she did for a living and then finding someone more interesting to talk to. She loved her job and saw plenty of potential in her children, potential not recognised by their busy parents who believed that the obligation to the kids ceased at the door of the Pre-school centre.
She completed the form and posted it on her way home to her apartment and her books.
The city offices of Fantasy Island Getaways were inundated with responses to their advertisement to the point where extra casual staff was required to sift through the thousands of applications.
Eventually these were reduced to one hundred and the Manager and his Assistant sat around a large table pouring through them before selecting five people. Confirmation letters were sent and instructions given where and when they were to assemble for the trip.
Five complete strangers gathered at the office and, following checks of their documentation, were ushered downstairs to a waiting minibus and driven to the airport. There was no conversation between each of the winners although each of them was busy surreptitiously checking the others out, before deciding that there was nothing of interest there.
It was a long flight to the main island of the group of Pacific Islands. From there a boat ferried them to the resort. From the sea the only sign of the existence of the resort was the small jetty jutting out into a sheltered lagoon. It only became visible from the boat after it had navigated its way through the protecting coral reef into the calm lagoon waters.
A man walked from the trees to the jetty and deftly caught the mooring rope thrown from the boat. He helped the boat crew to unload the passengers' luggage and stacked it on a trolley on the jetty.
As soon as they had all disembarked the mooring line was thrown back onto the boat and it backed away from the jetty, turned around and headed back out to sea.
"Come with me." It was an order softly spoken, the only words spoken until the group emerged from the dense forest into a clearing. In front of them was the resort's main building, carefully constructed to blend into its surroundings, even from the air it would be difficult to spot any of the buildings.
From the building emerged a man, neatly dressed in cool tropical clothes, cream slacks, a blue shirt, white canvas shoes and a white panama hat. He was accompanied by a woman also dressed for the tropics in a floral patterned dress, white low heeled shoes and also a white broad brimmed hat.
"Welcome to Fantasy Island, I am your host for the next ten days, my name is Michael Moss, you may call me Michael, and this is my assistant Elizabeth, she prefers to be called Beth. Won't you come inside out of the sun and we can become acquainted over drinks. Your luggage will be taken to your cabins and after drinks we will introduce you to your personal butler who will look after your needs. Come." He led the way inside and showed them to the lounge where a waiter and waitress waited to take their order.
"Now, first things first. After you have settled in and I would suggest that you get some rest before dinner, after which we will be talking to each of you individually to finalise the details of your fantasy so that your stay with us will be a memorable one."
Drinks were quickly and quietly served and the guests began to relax, not to the point of conversation, but the tension seemed to drain from their faces. Michael had a clipboard on which were several sheets of paper. He looked at the top sheet. "You must be Janice." He said looking directly at Janice. She wondered how he could be so sure before she realised that she was the oldest of the three women.
"Yes I am." Her voice had a quiet assurance about it that came from her position of authority both in her work and domestic life. The others looked at her, trying to work out what her fantasy would be.
"Excellent. Your butler will be Jonah, he will look after you very well indeed." Michael indicated an immaculately dressed Islander man, a good six feet three tall and weighing at least two hundred pounds. His honey coloured complexion was clear and without blemish and his deference at his introduction extended to his voice.
"Welcome to our home and your home for the next ten days Ms Soderberg I hope to make your stay a pleasant one." A slight bow of the head completed his welcome.
"I'm sure that you will." Janice wasn't the only person to believe that her fantasy was already well on the way to being met.
"Now Cindy James, your butler is Reuben, he will be only too happy to serve you in whatever way that you want." Reuben could have almost been Jonah's twin brother, his stature was identical, and his welcome was almost word perfect for Jonah's.
Cindy smiled at him and her smile announced that she was perfectly happy with everything so far. "I'm looking forward to this." She gave him a wink that spoke volumes.
"That brings us to Julie Rogers. Your butler will be Simon." If Jonah and Reuben were twins, Simon was their father, he was the same height but just a little more thick set, he wasn't overweight by any means but his shoulders were wider from years of paddling the long dugout canoes of the Islands.
"I will be pleased to serve you, you can rest assured of that. You are a most welcome guest." Again the slight bow of the head in welcome.
"Now, Mister Berman, your butler will be Naomi, she will ensure that your stay with us will be everything you desire." Naomi was beautiful, her honey complexion and black, waist length hair was contrasted to the formal black skirt and white blouse that she wore.
