Author's Note- This is my first story. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
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At age 43, at the height of his business career, billionaire Robert Helm sent out an open casting call for volunteers. Told nothing more than the fact that they would move to live out on his private island in the Caribbean, thousands applied. Applicants faced a lengthy process involving questionnaires, medical examinations, background checks, and interviews. We don't know how many were accepted, but we estimate about 150 were chosen. Once he made his selections, Robert and his wife Miranda vanished with his wife and the accepted onto his island.
A year later, I was sent on assignment to interview Robert and live on his island. Given the mystery and high media profile of his retreat, the world was fascinated to find out what had happened.
In June, I found myself on a boat bound for Robert's island. I had no idea what to expect. The crew of my ship didn't either. They had been told only to drop me off at the one dock on the island, than to depart. I figured that the worst case scenario would be spending a month or two on a billionaire's playground. So needless to say, I was excited.
When we docked, a beautiful blonde met me at the pier wearing a red bikini under a translucent white dress.
"Hi, Alex?" She shook my hand. "My name is Molly, I'm Robert's personal assistant. I was told to acquaint you to how we operate on the island before your meeting with Mr. Helm later this evening. Please follow me."
We made some small talk as we made our way to a building at the end of the dock. I don't remember much of it- I was distracted by the beautiful white sand beaches, coconut trees, and the swaying ass of the woman leading me. I try to be professional on assignment, but there's only so much I can do when a skimpy red bikini bottom barely covers an athletic, tanned woman's rear.
She led me inside, to what looked like an average hotel lobby. She turned to face me. "As part of the negotiations with your magazine, you've agreed to live by our rules and procedures, right?" I nodded. She continued, "As a part of that, I'm first going to need to confiscate all of your electronic devices. They'll be returned to you once you leave."
I handed her my cell phone, before hesitating with my laptop. "I'll need something to take notes and write on if I'm going to profile what Robert's doing here."
She took the laptop out of my hands anyway. "We've put a computer limited to word processing in your room. We've also put several pads of paper in your room for note taking." She hesitated a moment. "We're also going to need you to undress."
"...What?"
"Mr. Helm can explain, but I'm afraid it's island policy that all males are forbidden from wearing clothing."
I stared at her, looking for signs of a joke. The boat to take me home had already left, and I wasn't in a position career-wise to refuse an assignment. What the hell. I had already done some weird stuff in my career, might as well add this to the list right? Still, there was something disconcerting about stripping in front of a beautiful stranger like Molly. I disrobed and handed her my clothes.
"Great." She glanced down at my naked body, taking the time to thoroughly inspect my crotch. She clapped her hands excitedly. " Ooh! You're not circumcised? We don't have many of those around the island!"
"Um... really?" It's hard to make small talk when your cock is on display for the world to see. "Do all guys really walk around here naked all the time?"
She smiled. "Oh yes, it's very fun. I love watching penises flop and jiggle around, and the variety is pretty fun." She gave my crotch a sly glance. "And they're fun when they're hard too."
Just hearing her talk about her love of penises was enough to get me semi-hard. I covered my crotch with my hands, mortified. She swatted my hands away. "Oh don't be shy. Didn't I just say they're fun to look at? Besides, you're done with clothes for a while. Better get used to it!" She motioned for me to follow her, "Come with me, I'll take you to meet Robert."
I glanced down at my still-hard penis. "Um, Molly, do you mind giving me a momen-"
"Alex!" In walked Robert Helm himself, also completely naked. This was a man I was used to seeing wearing the finest suits on the cover of Forbes. It was extremely disconcerting to see him standing before me, stark naked. Molly reacted to none of this, as if seeing her billionaire boss naked was the most normal thing in the world.
Robert shook my hand and grinned at me. "I see Molly's gotten you into the spirit of the island."
I managed a weak chuckle, hoping my erection would subside quickly. Molly's persistent stare wasn't helping, however. Robert motioned to me. "Come with me, Alex. I'll take you to meet my partner Miranda. She's waiting for us in my office."
He led me down a hallway into his office, where an older woman of about forty was sitting on a couch. She was wearing a two-piece charcoal dress that showed a firm midriff despite her age. She smiled and rose gracefully as we entered.
"You must be Alex." She reached forward to give me a handshake. While maintaining eye contact and a smile, she reached in and instead gave my hard-on a gentle squeeze and a few strokes. "It's great to meet you", she continued while stroking me. "Uncircumcised, how fun. I'm Miranda."
I looked at Robert, dumfounded and horrified. While scrambling to come up with some excuse for what just happened, he laughed at my obvious consternation. "As you can see, we've changed some of the social customs as a part of what we're doing here. Have a seat, we can talk all about it."
He gestured to a chair across from the couch where he sat next to Miranda. Taking the initiative and excited finally for the answers, I leaned forward. "So, what's going on here? What's...?" I shrugged, lost for words. Again, it's hard to be articulate with a full-blown erection in front of two strangers.
Robert gave an understanding smile. "For centuries now, us technologists have been trying to make the average person's life better through new gadgets and toys. For most of my career this consumed me. And I was good at it too, it's how I made my fortune. Over the last couple of years however, a nagging thought grew in my head. I think the world's problems don't stem from immature technology, but rather from our social norms and customs. I own an island- a perfect place to experiment with culture. I have the financial means to do whatever I like. Why not try to solve these problems?"
