The Gathering 01.18 – Fantasy Island

            They were ushered off
the plane and emerged in the bright sunlight. 
The island was wonderful sun and warm breezes off the ocean.  They saw women everywhere, clothed, naked and
everywhere in between.  A long, seemingly
endless beach of white as snow sand, volley ball nets, umbrella’s with every
type of woman you could imagine were laying in the shade, or playing in the
sun.  They were led into a sprawling
hotel like structure and sat at different tables, each with an interviewer in
the gym like room.

            Then each of them
filled out the paperwork that Sam  Name, date of birth,
health, who to contact in case of an emergency, sexual preference, sexual
fantasies, so on and so forth.  There was
nothing that they didn’t ask, then they took a few head shots for their files
and were finally done.
had eluded too.

            The House, as they
soon learned it was called was enormous the grounds itself was the size of
three football fields.  They could easily
hold the capacity of 1,000 people.  *****,
tall, short wonderful women were milling around, smiling, soft touches and
alluring looks. 

            Sam
approached Bette and told her that the Shop.
(names of places were simple here, thought Bette.)
Had her name, and that she could get any thing she desires, clothes, toothbrush.

            “Thanks.”  Bette
said and Sam went around to each table, telling
everyone about their shopping spree. 

            “Darling I am so going
to shop my heart out.”  Alice
stated, hugging Sam and kissing her warm
cheek.  She had never seen this side of Sam
before, she’d always been in charge, but this was a total departure from her
usual demeanor.

            “Tell the other’s that
we’ll meet in the Dining Hall at 7pm.  I have something to do first, and I’ll meet
you guys there.”  Alice
gave Sam a funny look, but she let it slides,
casting glances at Dana, who was still grinning
madly.  She quickly remembered what had
happened on the plane and a warm feeling embraced her.

*****

            “Where is our gracious
host?  She should be here, don’t you
think?”  Marina
asked as they all sipped on wine and looked over the extravagant menu.  Jenny was at
her elbow, squinting and reading the many options for dessert.

            “I’m just skipping
food and I’m having dessert…”  She
sighed making them all grin.  The small
town girl sometimes emerged from Jenny
and it was an endearing sight.