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By the time I made it through security, I’d discovered two things: 1.) The flight I booked was via private airline, and it entitled me to “a chilled glass of champagne” once I signed a thick stack of non-disclosure and privacy forms. 2.) Because of the lack of information about this place online, I was heading to the most amazing place in the country or hours away from experiencing the next Fyre Festival.
“Follow me, Miss McGuire.” A man in a grey suit handed me a cold towel when I finished signing the last form. “You’re the final passenger on the manifest.”
He escorted me up the air stairs of a Gulfstream G700 that featured all-white leather and wood trim interior.
Only three other passengers were aboard, and they were all sipping champagne.
I took a seat next to a guy in all-blue and pulled out a book.
“Flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for takeoff.” The pilot’s gruff voice came over the speakers. “Please make sure our guests are comfortable for their trip.”
I waited for him to rattle off the weather and confirm the destination city, the typical things all pilots said, but he didn’t say another word. Instead, the doors to the plane sealed shut, and he slowly steered us down the tarmac.
“You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” the guy next to me whispered. “I’m looking forward to seeing what’s under that dress if you come to any shore parties.”
“What?”
“Oh, right.” He winked at me. “I’ll wait until we get there to see what wristbands you pick for consent. My apologies.”
I knew I should’ve sat next to the woman by the window. I ignored his comments and signaled for a flight attendant.
“Yes, Miss McGuire?” She smiled. “How may I help you?”
“Do you know anything about this resort we’re going to?”
“Not as much as you, I’m sure.” She winked. “Would you like more champagne?”
I shook my head. “We are going to the Endless Paradise Resort, right?”
“Well, that’s what they have to call it publicly for legal purposes.” She looked unconvinced by my naïveté, but she pulled a black folder from a cabinet and handed it to me. “Let me know if you need anything else. I’m quite jealous.”
Confused, I immediately opened the folder.
Dear Beautiful Passenger,
Thank you for choosing the Endless Paradise Resort.
Now that you’re in the air and free from the petty judgments of the world, we’d like to say, Welcome to Nirvana!
Our world class, private resort was voted #1 Sex Resort in the Country for the tenth year in a row!
Our staff and contractors are dedicated to making your experience as “pleasurable” as possible.
What happens here stays here.
No fantasy is off-limits.
No request is out of line.
Orgasms guaranteed.
Let’s make it rain…
My jaw dropped to the floor.
What the fuck?
Never Have I Ever
Harlow
“So, you don’t want access passes to the free-use parties, wristbands for the nude beaches, or tickets to the tangled tryst sessions?” The activities agent tilted his head to the side. “Why the hell are you even here?”
“Because I was lured by the false advertising.” I lowered my voice. “I had no idea that this was an orgy resort.”
“It’s a sex resort, Miss McGuire.”
“There are five people currently fucking outside my suite,” I said. “That’s an orgy.”
“Then maybe you should join them.” He smiled. “It might unwind you a bit.”
“I’m serious,” I said. “The man on the commercial said that every indulgence would be at my fingertips. I thought that meant—” I paused, remembering the sultry tone of that guy’s voice. “That was coded language for sex all along, wasn’t it?”
He nodded, looking highly amused.
“Thanks anyway,” I said, returning today’s itinerary. “Are there any non-sexual activities available?”
“Sure.” He handed me a tiny pink pamphlet. “The granny-style activities are offered on the other side of the property. I can guarantee that you won’t get the slightest bit aroused while clipping coupons or snorkeling.”
Rolling my eyes, I walked over to a bench to peruse my options.
Knitting
Grab some yarn and make socks by the beach!
(Check out our great patterns.)
Bridge
Play cards under the sun!
(We have plenty of decks & UNO.)
Magazine Reading
Grab a copy from the front desk!
(TIME, Wildlife Forever, Travel & Leisure.)
While I was flipping through the never-ending pages of arts and crafts, a silver paper fell to the floor.
Picking it up, I caught sight of a service that wasn’t listed in any of the materials I’d seen at this resort so far.
Book a Private “Happy Ending” massage. Full body, hot oil, stones, perfect press and alignment.
My body was suddenly on alert at the thought of that, and I flipped over the paper.
Haven’t been touched, tugged, or teased in a while?
Want to feel cherished at the hands of a professional? Tell us whatever you want and one of our skilled technicians will bring you to the edge of bliss.
(Only mention this service to “Chris” at the reception desk)
I immediately returned to the desk and cleared my throat until the agent looked up at me.
“Yes, Miss McGuire?” he asked. “Would you like me to fetch you a biscuit before you wander off to do some crochet?”
“Not at all. Is your name Chris?”
“It is.” He smiled, flipping his name tag. “Why do you ask?”
I slid the paper toward him. “I’d like to book one of these.”
“Shit, I didn’t realize this was in here.” He looked around as if someone was listening, crumpling the sheet between his fingers. “Would you like a male or a female technician?”
“Male.”
“How do you want him to get you to an orgasm?”
“Um, all the way.”
“No, no, no.” He lowered his voice. “Do you want the guy to use his hand the entire time, or do you want him to take things further?”
“You mean fuck me?”
“Yeah, that.” He nodded to his left. “As you can see, that’s not something that’s out of the ordinary.”
I swallowed and looked over at the corner of the lobby. A red-haired woman was taking a man’s cock down her throat while he was grabbing fistfuls of her hair. A blonde sat on the couch close by with her legs spread, touching herself while watching.