It's the first day on the island. The Castaways are recovering on the beach, swimming and chatting, as they wait for rescue. Marilyn the TV Star and Pop Idol, remembers her life before the shipwreck and recalls how she won her first record contract, making her a big star.
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Down by the beach, swimming and jumping in the waves, Marilyn bumped into Dorothy.
Laughing, Marilyn said, "that was a fine show you put on yesterday with the two boys."
"Two cocks are always better than one," Dorothy grinned, "but sometimes no cocks are the best." She passionately kissed Marilyn with an open mouth. Their tongues twirled together before an unexpected wave knocked them both down.
"Come back to the beach," said Marilyn, "and I'll tell you how I scored my first record contract.
Hand in hand they walked out of the lagoon. Water dripped from their naked bodies. Laughing they collapsed on the soft grass beneath a giant palm tree. The hot tropical sun kissed their wet flesh.
They didn't have a care in the world. The horrors of the storm and the terrors of the shipwreck were forgotten. They were safe and life was good.
Relaxing back, Marilyn started her story.
"It was back before I had a real record contract. I was 19 and had just released my first song. It was a poppy little dance track called "Drive Me Like A Train" and the film clip of the song, filmed by one of my mates on his phone suddenly went viral!
I remember that the video featured a special dance move. I was between two big black dancers, in a sort of conga line, except we were much closer. I was in the middle with both hands on the hips of the dancer in front. Behind me was the other dancer, holding tightly to my hips. Our little 3 person train chugged along with the beat. The idea was that our hips were in constant contact. We moved as one!
It was a huge internet sensation. My white skin contrasted with the ebony of the two dancers. My soft flesh (and there was lots of it visible, from memory, all I wore were tiny gold hot pants) was sandwiched between two hot chocolate bodies. The beat was thumping!
The song was recorded in my garage and the video was shot on my mate's phone, but it was the song of summer. Everywhere you went you heard "Drive Me Like A Train." A couple of recording labels got in touch with me (I was my own manager in those days) and offered me everything and anything to sign with them for an album.
I was young and silly and not interested in money. I was more concerned about my 'creative control.' So I waltzed into the office of the big boss man, the head honcho of the label. I didn't have an appointment. I just went in with my song blasting from my portable speakers.
The boss was sitting behind this big leather topped desk. I mean it was huge with a soft leather inlay. There were two phones, a lamp and several piles of paper.
I said "My name's Marilyn Minogue. I'm going to be a huge star. I want your second in charge up here now," and I slammed my hand down on the soft leather. He jumped and grabbed the phone, speaking nervously and quickly before hanging up. He started talking to me, saying how wonderful I was and how he was sure that I was going to be a star but I wasn't listening. I danced around his office, ignoring him completely.
I was wearing a small miniskirt with no underwear and a white button down shirt. My firm young breasts bounced as I danced.
Finally the door opened and the second young executive walked in. I grabbed his hands and whirled him around as I sang.