A woman asked me if I would ever write a story that was requested by a reader.
I have never tried it before, but here is my first time. Hopefully, she will enjoy it and you will too. The story is long and gains momentum as you read. Any comments or opinions are welcome.
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Layla finished packing the rest of her clothes in her small suit case and closed the lid. Her anxiety was getting the best of her. She would be gone for up to eight weeks if she survived each week. She had never been away from her husband for more than a day since they started dating, two years ago. Paul was the man she dreamed of marrying. He had a good job, treated her very well and often bought her flowers or gifts to show her how much he loved and appreciated her. Many of her female friends were envious of her and wished they had such a caring man.
Paul loved her with all his heart and it showed in everything he did. The only thing Layla wished was different was his body build and how long he lasted in bed. He was an inch shorter than her, standing 5' 6" with a little pouch belly. He was never the fit, athletic type. Working in an office did not give him much of a workout. She on the other hand, frequented the gym quite often.
Layla was proud of her body. She worked hard to have a toned stomach and firm thighs. She knew her best assets were her large breasts, blue eyes and thick pink lips. Men swooned over her often. There wasn't a day that went by without men gawking at her. It didn't help that she often wore tight workout clothes and tank tops either.
Closing her suitcase and locking it, Layla carried her luggage into the family room and set it by the door. She called for her boyfriend, to which he came running. Paul drove to the airport and dropped her off at the curbside. She leaned in and gave him a long, passionate kiss. She wondered how she would survive without seeing him everyday. Her heart ached already. Layla glanced down at his trousers, to see if her kiss gave him a reaction,as she pulled away. She was happy to see a bulge between his legs as she stepped out of the car.
Layla had submitted a video two months ago to be a contestant for a survival show. She never dreamed she would be selected, but to her surprise, she was called by the executive producer two weeks later. He talked to her for an hour and asked several questions. At the end of the phone interview, he congratulated her on being selected and told her to look for plane tickets in the mail.
She waited to board a plane that would fly her to New York. From there, she would be on a twelve hour flight that took her to South Africa, the sight of the show. Layla passed the time by surfing the Internet and posting comments on Facebook from her phone.
The airport finally called for her flight. She boarded the plane, then rushed through the New York airport to catch her connecting flight. It seemed like an eternity before she finally landed in South Africa. An escort picked her up at the airport and took her out into the middle of nowhere in the jungle.
Layla arrived at the camp and greeted some of the other contestants whom had arrived before her. By the end of the night, there were fourteen contestants in all. The host told them that the show would start the next day. In the meantime, there would be a party by the lake. He reminded them this would be the last time they would enjoy a feast and have fun before the competition started.
The last man to arrive, caught Layla's eyes. He was a tall, well built man who carried himself in a dominant manner. He saw Layla staring and winked at her as he approached the camp. "Well hello there." he said as he walked past her. Layla could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't normally go for the jock type, but there was something about him that drew her to him.
The heat dropped as the sun set. A cool breeze picked up and made the temperature manageable, though still warm and dry. Layla and the other female contestants wore bathing suits to the party by the lake. At the edge of the lake, were two large bamboo huts. One hut served alcohol, the other served many kinds of foods and desserts. A couple of the local men sat next to the drink hut, playing drums and providing the entertainment.
Layla chatted and joked with the girls, but kept a watchful eye on a certain man. She had not met him yet and waited to see if he would introduce himself.
After a few drinks, Layla caught a group of men staring at her. One by one, they made their way over and gave their best sales pitch to the women. Layla shot them down, explaining she had a man. That was until Alex made his way next to her. He looked her up and down, noticing her petite body, curvy hips and noticeably large breasts that almost seemed out of proportion with her small, fit body. He looked at her like she was a piece of meat and he was a lion. Normally she would be disgusted by the way he looked at her, but his words mesmerized her.
"So do you think you have what it takes?" he asked with a confident smile.
"What it takes....for what?" she asked, thinking he was hitting on her.
"To win the competition. There appears to be some pretty stiff competition, if you know what I mean."
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah. I think I can do really well in this competition. How about you? Do you think you can handle it?"
"Oh, I can more than handle it. Although, I am going to need a partner. That is the way these games work." he said, taking a seat next to her at the drinking hut.
"So do you have your eye on anyone for a potential partner?" she asked coyly.
"I think there is someone that would suit me very well as a partner, but I don't want to show my hand too early." he said. "Where you from?"
She gazed into his bright blue, "fuck me" eyes as she answered, "Ummm...Austin, Texas. You?"
Layla could not help but let her eyes wonder over his gorgeous face, blond hair that hung down past his ears and bulging muscles. She cursed herself for wondering if his arms and chest were the only bulging muscles on his body. "Bisbing, Australia" he answered. "I am Alex, by the way."
