outside Miami, but it is only a partial solution. After much input and discussion, it was decided that what was needed was an old-style colonial mansion with plenty of surrounding acreage. Our Patrons let it be known that they wanted a full-blown adult playground with all the amenities akin to
The Enclave
.
Privacy was also high on the priority list.
So, we flew P.I. Ralph Ransom to South Florida to find appropriate properties. He came back with several possibilities. After careful consideration,
The Network
settled on
The Sure Thing
.
The sale went through in record time. Cash speaks volumes. After transfer of ownership was completed, improvements began.
That was five months ago. In the meantime, the old mansion has undergone the modifications and upgrades needed to bring it into the twentieth century.
If all goes well,
The Sure Thing
will turn out to be a tremendous asset to
The Network,
and after the upgrades, will exceed its old glory. It had been an infamous 30 room brothel confined to a semi-isolated, twenty-square mile island in the Florida Keys. It was once known for its raucous parties, sports fishing, skin diving and other amenities. It was shut down during an epidemic of s.t.d.'s and drunken orgies during prohibition.
In the intervening years, under private ownership, the mansion and grounds have gone unused and been allowed to deteriorate. During this period, commercial growth in the Keys led to the construction of a causeway that connected the island to many of its neighbors. The island was no longer completely isolated.
Now, with the recent passing of the owners, the heirs became motivated sellers. They had no interest in keeping it up.
The Sure Thing
was a money pit that nobody wanted. Nobody that is save for the cash-drenched hedonists who own and operate
The Network
.
The Plane Ride
I was the last to arrive.
When I stepped into the cabin, I noticed seating for up to thirteen passengers. Every seat, save one, was occupied by a Nympho. I looked around and saw Christy waving at me from the rear.
It was apparent that everyone was aboard, so I poked my head into the cockpit and said, "Looks like everyone is aboard. We're ready when you are."
The pilot said, "Thanks," and came back to lock the door. I guess he wanted to make sure it was done properly.
I worked my way to the rear, saying "hello" and kissing a few of my fellow Nymphos as I went.
"Looks like your quite popular with the ladies!" Christy commented when I reached the rear and took my seat next to the goddess.
"You mean my kissing the ladies? Of course! Women are supposed to be kissed, thoroughly and often! That's what women are for!"
"And fucked?" Christy gently questioned me.
"Yes and fucked!" I concurred in my most sincere voice. "And here's yours!" I said as leaned over and gave her a buss on the cheek, "Mustn't leave you out!"
"Thanks!" Christy said as the plane began to taxi toward the runway.
"And what about me?" Christy asked with false modesty.
"You?" I asked puzzled by the question. Where was this coming from?
"Do you want to fuck me?"
I was shocked by this question also.
"Christy! So soon in our relationship! We just met yesterday after all!" I put a hand on her leg and said, "What a question! You know I want to fuck you! Why do you ask?"
Christy smiled and said, "Yesterday, I thought I noticed a certain fascination with my boobs!"
I laughed and said, "I readily confess to their hypnotic effect on the masculine mind!"
We both engaged in mutual laughter as the engines roared and the plane began its rush down the runway.
Twenty minutes later, after we had reached cruising altitude, Sara Reynolds came back and asked, "How long before we arrive and what happens when we get there?"
"You don't know?" I was startled by the question.
"No. We were told that we were needed in Key West for a couple of weeks and to pack our bags and be here this morning."
I was shocked. Sabrina was usually better organized than this. Maybe she was just maintaining secrecy.
"Looks like I have an announcement to make. Excuse me," I said as I rose and walked to the front. I picked up a phone and said, "Ladies, it looks like no one has told you anything about what's going on.
The Network
has recently acquired an island property in the Keys. Upon it is an old-style mansion. During prohibition it was a well-known brothel widely known as
The Sure Thing
. The island is now exclusively owned by
The Network
and is adjacent to Key West. For the last five months it has been undergoing renovation. We are bringing the facility up to twentieth-century standards. That work is now nearing completion.
"Flight time is approximately 7 hours. Tonight, we will all be staying at the
Key West Marriott Beachside Hotel
. Lodgings are prepaid for the next month. It will be our home until
The Sure Thing
is completely up and running. Starting Monday Nympho services will be provided as usual but on a limited 'off campus' basis. Bookings will work the same as in Reno. We have leased 10 bungalows for our initial trysts. Rental cars will be provided. The usual bars, nightclubs, movie theaters and other amenities are nearby, so prepare to have fun.
"Tomorrow morning, we will all do a walk-through and take your initial reactions. After that, your time is your own until the Patrons begin arriving. Be aware that life for the natives tends to be slower paced than perhaps you're used to, so relax. I hope you brought your swimsuits. If any problems come up, we'll deal with them, as usual."
Then someone spoke up, "So, we're not expected to serve any Patrons?"
"Currently, we expect to begin operations on a limited 'off campus' basis next Monday. That is when the first of the Patrons will arrive. Tricia will monitor the website and let you know of any bookings. At the moment the place is not open for business and there are no Patrons there to serve. The place is still under renovation. We still have a golf course, a helicopter pad, a dance hall and a new swimming pool to put in, not to mention some private housing. Tomorrow will be your chance to look the place over and bring up any issues. We want you all to be happy as well as our clients, of course."
Then someone else said, "Is this expected to be a permanent move? I have classes in the fall."
"No, its permanent only for those who wish to make it permanent. We realize that many of you have family and friends back home that you don't want to abandon. Our recruiting arm in Miami will be looking for natives to fill the roster.
Then Christy stood up in the back and said, "Ladies, Christy here..."
Everyone turned to see the speaker.
"...I wish to add that Sabrina has asked me to serve as her surrogate. If any issues come up, you can bring them to me. By the way, I'm also a part-time Nympho in the organization."
Several of the Nymphos were startled at the revelation that the famous pornstar was also a Nympho. There was more mumbling but eventually, things settled down and the cabin dissolved into private feminine conversations as I walked back and retrieved my briefcase. I reached in and withdrew a packet of envelopes.
I began passing them out saying, "Ladies, these are your preassigned debit cards. Notice that they have your names on them and that they have already been activated and been loaded with a $40000 balance. Things are expensive in the islands. Most vacation spots are. Watch your spending and be sure to contact the bank and assign your personal security code. Directions are in the envelopes..."
It was eight p.m. local time when we landed in Key Largo. We were all tired, but we stopped to grab a bite before turning in.
The Next Day
After the breakfast, we all boarded a bus for the forty-five minute ride to the island. We left the causeway and passed through the wide open gate where a worker was busy installing a security system. Looking around, I spotted other workers planting flowers, trimming trees and cleaning the moss off the boat ramp. The sound of a backhoe signaled the construction of the swimming pool. Other workers were installing a pier.
A man in a hard hat approached and said, "Hello Boss."
His name was Manuel, and he had a speculative look in his eye as he noticed that I was surrounded by beautiful women. We hadn't told him about the building's ultimate purpose, but surely, he knew its history.
"Good morning, Manny. How goes it?"
"Everything is going great! We have two more rooms to paint. New stoves and refrigerators have been installed. All the electrical wiring has been brought up to code. We need to paint the kitchen and the dining room then we're done!"
Suddenly one of women screamed.
"What's that? Who screamed?" I said turning around trying to locate the source of the sound.
"I did! Look!" she said pointing.
I did and saw a multicolored coral snake slithering across the grounds. It was fifteen feet away.
