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*Gabe*
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We finally made it to land after a boat had to come out and get us *visitors* to the island in groups of 24 and by the time I had booked a ‘*tour of the island*’ special with one of the booths Nadia and I had to wait around for about forty minutes before the boat came and picked up the next ‘group’ of people. Then it was about a 15 minute boat ride from the ship to the island before we could go and do our things.
I stood around the island and noticed that on the beach it looked like something the girls would love to see…..and maybe lounge around to get a tan.
It was nice. Not that I’m a big beach guy or anything. Hell, I don’t even know how to surf or anything like that.
What really struck me about the beach was that you would think for a *touristy*, at least I think this is touristy, area there would be……what’s the word I’m looking for…….touristy things going on. Especially on the beach, like people lounging around working on a tan or having fun in the sun but nope it was like the only people on the beach were us idiots.
After we got off the beach and started to head into the main town next to the beach, another thing that struck me as odd was that everyone walking around weren’t your stereotypical touristy people.
Unlike us, people getting off a FU cruise where all of us were pretty much letting our freak flag fly. The people walking around were in…..what can best be described as……various levels of comfort.
There were people walking around clothed, which shocked the hell out of me. But it wasn’t your ‘*normal*’ everyday clothes but more like….. Well….comfort.
It was really hard to describe even for me.
Like there were kids walking around in clothes completely unfazed that us adults were walking around in clothing that would easily turn heads. Then there were adults on the island who were dressed in clothes….barely.
Perfect example was the girl walking up to Nadia and me who was dressed in torn jean shorts that barely covered anything up and a top that also barely covered anything up on top as her tits were nearly hanging out.
And here both Nadia and I were dressed in nothing. Well ok we both had on flip flops but that was about it. And my cell phone is firmly attached to my hand. And my watch.
The girl walked up to us and smiled, “You two my tour of the island?”
I eyed the girl, faintly remembering stories from my folks, and guardedly answered, “Maybe.”
The girl huffed and looked down at her own cell, “Are you Gabe Newman and Nadia Orloffi?”
I looked over at Nadia who smiled as she answered the girl, “We are.”
The girl looked up at us and smiled, “Perfect. My name is Elena. I’ll be your guide.” She looked down at her phone, “Apparently ALL DAY.”
She looked up at us and smiled before lingering her looks on Nadia and then myself…..then her eyes got wide once she looked down. But only briefly before looking at us and smiling like her look was a phantom of my imagination.
Elena stood about 5’ nothing. Had long flowing black hair with deep brown eyes. A figure that should be on a model with assets that should be on….well someone more bodied.
She had obvious Spanish heritage with some English or *White* undertones to help enhance her body that agreed with the mixture as her bronze skin glowed in the sun light.
I smiled trying to not take the look as anything but a look as I myself appreciated her body, “So why don’t you show us around.”
Elena nodded, “Anything in particular you want to see?”
Nadia smiled, “Everything.”
Elena nodded and started to walk away while we quickly started to follow.
As soon as we exited the beach and onto the streets is when Elena started to talk about the town.
Elena, “This is our fair town on Panties Island that was called Spanish Town but has been renamed to Panty Town.”
She waved her hand to the left, “Over here is the main strip where we have really good restaurants and bars that overlook the beach.”
She took a left and started walking more into the town, “Here we have little resorts and shops as we get deeper into the main square.”
Elena was being quick with her speech but stopped after the fourth shop. She pointed to a restaurant, “Here is where we cater to tourists and has *the* most elegant cuisine on the island.”
She waited a moment to gauge what we were looking for.
I looked at Nadia before Elena, “I could eat in a bit but I’m more interested in this *town* and what you all do here?”
Elena stood for a moment and thought about her answer before she looked at me, “Like what?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know. What do you all produce around here?”
Elena smiled, “We only produce the finest things.”
I looked at her, “Like?”
Elena smiled as she leaned closer and spoke, “Things.”
Nadia spoke, “Anything I have seen elsewhere?”
Elena looked at Nadia and shrugged, “Depends.”
I groaned as I realized that Elena was being careful on how she was talking.
And then a thought hit me. I looked at her and smiled, “How about you take us where *YOU* would go **IF** you weren’t showing us around.”
Elena looked at me and smiled, “You sure about that?”
I looked at Nadia who seemed as perplexed as I was about the whole *we’re going to keep what we do on this island a secret* that Elena was eluding before I looked at Elena and nodded.
Elena looked at me for a moment before she sighed and spoke, “Fine.”
I smiled and nodded, “So what do **you** do around here?”
Elena thought about it and shrugged, “Sit at home and shop mainly.”
I looked at her, “What about food?”
Elena shrugged, “Mainly I cook at home.”
I smiled, “Then take us home and cook **us** something.”
Elena looked from me to Nadia before she sighed, “Fine but we need to stop at the grocery store and pick up a few things.” She turned and grumbled, “Really wasn’t expecting ‘guests’.”
And so Nadia and I followed Elena as we pretty much zig zagged around town.
The entire time I was kind of amazed that the town looked fairly new and not…..run down.
Everywhere I looked the buildings seemed to be made out of some type of white stone that still looked new.
I spoke while we walked, “Hey Elena.”
Elena didn’t speak but walked while I talked, “I was wondering if your town always looked…..nice.”
Elena stopped and turned to look at me, “Why? Is it not fancy enough for you?”
I looked at her and shook my head, “Not what I meant.”
Nadia seemed to understand me and spoke, “I think he means *new*. In my home town there are locations that are less….” she mused on the word she was looking for before settling on the word, “managed.”
Elena looked at Nadia before she sighed, “Yeah….we were actually pretty pathetic looking until about 20 or so years ago.”
She turned and walked, making us lightly jog to catch up. I easily widened my stride to keep up with Elena and spoke, “What happened 20 years ago?”
Elena waved her hand, “That’s when Muschi and a few other companies came in and pretty much reinvigorated everything you see here.”
I looked around at all the stone housing that seemed to only go up a few floors and that’s it.
I said, “Is that when your town changed?”
Elena spoke, “Yeah.”
She turned and started to zig zag until we came across a small shop where Elena stepped and I was left with questions.
Questions like….
*This doesn’t look like any grocery store I’ve been to*
*Why was this town changed?*
*And what was she hiding?*
But I kept most of the questions to myself as it seems there was something going on here beyond being a town for a cruise. There had to be a reason why this cruise would stop at this island. But why?
I waited until we got moving again before I decided to ask my question, “So what is it that this town does?”
Elena looked at me while she walked obviously to her place, “What do you mean?”
I waited until it seemed like we were getting close to Elena’s place while I pretended to look at everything though I wasn’t really pretending.
It really looked nice and it was hard to not appreciate everything….though it did look kind of bland.
Once we stopped and Elena spoke, “This is my place.”
We stopped at a building that looked like the other’s….simple white stone.
I looked at this girl and everything simply confused me.
Why would she be so ready to have strangers in her place? For all she knew we could be criminal’s or something.
Something about all of this seemed off.
Still I followed Nadia into Elena’s place and blinked as I found Elena’s place to be……well nice.
I don’t know what I was expecting her house to be but it was nice.
It wasn’t overly decorated nor was it completely run down or barren.
There was enough decor to feel inviting and at the same time it felt like it was lacking the human element.
Elena must be one of those types of people who aren’t really into *things*.
Her place looked more like what you’d see in loft…..sort of what my mom had for her studio.
Everything was open with hardly any walls to separate the rooms. The only main wall it looked like was for the bathroom and that was it. There were stone pillars for support.
Elena looked at us, “Please make yourself at home while I get to cooking.”
Nadia looked at Elena, “Mind if I help you cook?”
Elena looked at Nadia and smiled as both went to the kitchen area.
I in the mean time looked around at Elena’s obvious minimal decor.
I spoke, “So Elena what is it you all do?”
Elena spoke as she started cutting into what she got from the ‘store’, “Just a little of this and a little of that.”
Grrr.
Looks like I’ll have to snoop around if I want answers.
I continued asking question’s while I went looking, “You always offer yourself as a tour guide?”
I heard Elena laugh but she answered, “Yes.”
Seems I hit something when I used the word ‘*offer*’.
I moved off to her bedroom but I blankly asked the question hoping it’ll elude more, “Why’d you laugh when I asked that question?”
Elena spoke, “Because of how you asked the question.”
Nadia spoke, “What’s so funny with that?”
Elena answered Nadia, “Because we do more than offer.”
Huh?
I walked up to Elena’s ‘*bed*’ and looked down at it. Other than being freshly slept in and not made it looked like a normal bed.
I spoke, “Like what?”
Elena spoke, “Whatever you want.”
I looked over at Elena who wasn’t paying attention to me and something caught my eye but didn’t register at the moment as I looked at Elena, “And if I say ‘*Fuck the food I want you?*’”
Elena stopped cutting and looked at me with a smile, “Is that what you want?”
I looked at her and something about all this clicked. I spoke unsure if I was right.
“Elena?”
She looked at me as I spoke my next words, “Does Panty Island have another name?”
She smiled and nodded.
I looked at her, “What is it?”
Elena stopped cutting and wiped herself with a towel before she walked up to me with a smile she spoke, “Fantasy Island.”
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