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*Gabe*
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As soon as Elena told me *Panties Island* had another name……Fantasy Island.
Things started to click.
Like why the ‘*All Day Tour*’ costed $1250.
At first I was a little irritated that the tour costed so fucking much.
But with the money I won and everything that was going on the cost of the tour seemed like a trifle.
Plus I hadn’t converted the money and transferred it into my account so most of the money was considered ‘*credit*’ until we got back from the cruise so it easy to consider the tour more or less free as I didn’t pay one cent for it….until we got stateside that is.
I looked at Elena getting back to my other question’s….mainly if this was ‘*Fantasy Island*’ then what would Fantasy Island export?
I spoke, “What is it exactly Panty Island exports?”
Elena blinked as if her offering herself meant nothing to me. She spoke, “So you don’t want to fuck me?”
I looked at her and smiled, “Maybe later. First I want to know more about your island.”
That statement made Elena blink in confusion more. Like she had never had anyone turn her down for sex and here I was defying the unimaginable.
I mean she was cute….in her own way.
She wasn’t ugly….far from it.
She had a nice lithe body with the right curves and decent size tits to distract any guy.
Her long hair begged for someone to wrap their hand in it and tug.
Just everything about this girl begged for someone to fold her in half, put your dick in her, and pound her until you’ve filled her with a cream pie for her body to bake.
Overall she was a solid 8 if not a 9 on the hotness scale.
Only problem because she wasn’t Summer or Kel she looked like 5 or a 6.
Yes I’m jaded but because of those two it was easy to turn down sex.
I stared down at the latin beauty waiting for an answer.
Elena for her part looked up at me obviously still confused that I didn’t want to partake in the obvious all inclusive ‘*Island tour*’ that I paid a hefty amount for.
We stood staring at one another long enough to where I could see that Elena finally got over her shock of being turned down for sex or at least at this moment she was turned down before she sighed, “We don’t *export* much on this island.”
I looked at her, “Just this island or **all** the islands?”
Elena got flustered but she remained calm, “No, the other islands *produce* something but it’s not something that we *export* to the world.”
I raised my eyebrow.
So the islands do *produce* something. But they don’t *export* it to the world.
Huh?
Does that mean they export ‘*something*’ to a company?
Like Muschi?
Does these islands *produce* ‘something’ that only goes to Muschi?
I looked down at Elena, “Would this ‘*something*’ that your islands ‘*produce*’ go to a company for **production**?”
Elena looked at me and sighed before she nodded.
Intriguing.
It made sense as Muschi…..and all the subsidiaries don’t really have factories. At least not anywhere near me.
They had to manufacture their products somewhere.
Maybe these ‘islands’ produced a certain ‘thing’ that Muschi uses to make their products.
It made sense…..I think.
I looked down at Elena, “What is you all produce?”
Elena looked up at me and spoke, “I’m not allowed to say.”
Hmmmmm…..
So if it is something she’s not allowed to say. Then maybe it might be something that is important and shouldn’t be readily known hence why she has been so defensive on answering such an easy question.
I looked at her, “Why?”
Elena sighed, “Because I signed a NDA.”
And there was my road block and something I couldn’t talk more about.
She didn’t know…..or at least she wasn’t willing to share.
I looked at her and smiled, “It’s alright.”
I put my hand on her face and spoke, “How about you finish cooking us a meal and just tell us what Fantasy Island offers.”
Elena looked up at me but eventually she nodded and moved back to the kitchen where her and Nadia spoke about what Elena was cooking.
I in the meantime sat and thought about what Elena had admitted to.
I sat down on Elena’s bed and in the corner of my eye I saw the lanyard hanging out of the cabinet sitting next to the bed.
I looked over at the duo who seemed focused on cooking as Elena wasn’t paying me too much attention.
I leaned over to the cabinet and opened the drawer to find a badge attached to the lanyard.
On the badge read a company called Diziak Corp, whoever that is, with Elena’s picture. Her name which was Elena Rodriguez and her title…..a Mycologist/Horticulturist Breeder.
I quickly closed the drawer with the badge that left a lot of questions. Like what is Diziak Corp? What do they specialize in and how do they work with Muschi? And what the hell was a ‘Mycologist/Horticulturist Breeder’?
Luckily for me I have a smart phone with the world’s information at my fingertips.
I quickly pulled out my phone while Elena was distracted with Nadia and searched for Diziak Corp.
I brought up Diziak’s website and found it looked like a normal company’s website to me. The pictures on the website meant nothing to me. I moved onto the company’s ‘About Us’ page and saw that it gave your stereotypical company’s mumbo jumbo how they are the leaders in Mycology, Horticulture, and Helminthology. Along with Specializing in micromanipulation.
I had to go to a different page and actually look up the words that the page talked about and found that it meant they specialized in mushrooms, flowers, and worms.
I blinked as I looked at the words for mushrooms, flowers, and worms and tried to figure out how micromanipulation worked into those fields but realized I wasn’t a scientist nor was privy to the word games to fully understand what they did…..or truly meant.
Nor did I understand how someone could ‘breed’ mushrooms and flowers if that is what Elena’s title meant.
All I knew was that Elena wasn’t fully telling what she knew or that she herself didn’t know what her work did in the bigger picture other than what she said…..that she didn’t know how her job, a job that she lied about though I really didn’t ask her what her job was, played into the bigger picture.
I looked over at Elena and saw that she was laughing and smiling with Nadia.
I decided to keep my questions, especially this specific, to a minimum.
Maybe if I wait and asked in ‘*general*’ I might get more answers.
So for the time I remained quiet but played on my phone….mainly I tried to research Diziak Corp.
I sat around doing research on Diziak Corp while the girl’s did their thing as Elena made us a meal and Nadia helped her.
The only thing I could find out about Diziak was that they specialized in some type of genetic manipulation with mushrooms, worms, and flowers. And the only thing I had was more questions than answers.
*Maybe* Diziak altered whatever was in flowers and fungi and whatever bi-product resulted from that helped create P Balls for all I knew. *Maybe* the genetic manipulation was an attempt to help the planet and answered all the STDs that we have been free from for so long. *Maybe* there was nothing wrong with their genetic manipulation for all I knew.
**OR** *maybe* the manipulation led to something more ‘nefarious’.
I just didn’t know. And I felt like I was traveling down a *deep* rabbit hole that I should probably just stay away from.
It’s not like **Muschi** had wronged me in any form to really go after them. And it wasn’t like Diziak had wronged me so there was no *real* reason for me to hassle them. Or Elena for that matter.
I was just curious.
It’s who I am.
Eventually Nadia notified me that *lunch* was finished waiting for me.
I looked up at Nadia and smiled at her, “Thanks.”
I got up and sat down where Elena had put out the spread to find that Elena had cooked some type of vegetarian meal as there wasn’t any meat anywhere to be found.
Looks like Elena was a vegetarian…. not that there was nothing bad with that.
I would have preferred something more…..bloody on the table. You know something that ate what Elena had on the table.
But beggars can’t be choosers.
So I sat down and lightly added whatever onto my plate and looked at Elena waiting to see if we had to say grace or something like that.
Elena simply waited for me to put whatever onto my plate before she smiled and loaded her plate of the meal. Then Nadia loaded her plate.
I put my fork into the mysterious slop of food and brought it to my mouth before lightly chewing.
I blinked in astonishment that it wasn’t half bad. Actually it was delicious.
I loaded more onto my fork and shoveled the mystery meal into my mouth.
I looked up from my mouth full to see Elena smiling at me. She spoke, “Good?”
I grunted while I nodded almost vigorously causing her smile to go wider as she pecked at her fork.
Whatever this slop was, it was really *really* good.
Sure as fuck beats the hell out of whenever Summer tries to prepare her vegan meals. And it beats the crap out of my meatless meals.
I spoke through a mouthful of the delicious slop, “So Elena?”
Elena looked at me as I tried to chew through the food and swallow the food, “What is it that **you** do on ‘*Fantasy Island*’?”
Elena looked like she was about to clam up but I continued, “No offense you don’t seem the type to be on ‘Fantasy Island’.”
Elena looked at me quizzically trying to figure out why I worded my question like I had before I could tell she was choosing her words carefully. She spoke, being cautious, “Just doing this in my off season.”
Off season?
I continued speaking, “But I take it you work on different islands?”
Elena nodded, “Sure.”
I looked at her and smiled, “Which ones?”
Elena looked at me, “The other ones.”
I sighed and decided to circle back, “But you now work on ‘Fantasy Island’?”
She shrugged, “More or less.”
I spoke, “But you’re a tour guide?”
She lightly chuckled, “Just to pay the bills.”
I raised my eyebrow but let the subject drop before moving on, “Yet you’re surprised I declined to fuck you.”
She looked at me before she nodded.
I smiled, “Don’t take it personal. I have my own girls waiting for me on the ship.”
She looked at Nadia and I spoke to answer that question, “She’s more of a **new** friend if you will.”
Elena looked at Nadia as Nadia chewed on her food before nodding to Elena.
Elena spoke, “Oh.”
I looked at her, “I mean I *could* fuck you but I have a feeling about you.”
Elena looked at me quizzically but she spoke, “Oh?”
I nodded and kept my poker face on, “I have a feeling that *if* I did fuck you and *if* I came in you you would become pregnant.”
Elena looked at me but she too had a poker face on.
I smiled, “That’s the purpose of ‘Fantasy Island’. Isn’t it?”
Elena’s mouth twitched into a small smile before going neutral.
I spoke, “It only makes sense Elena. Why else would **you** willingly agree for us to come to **your** place and cook us lunch. Once you learned that we didn’t want to *mingle* and be ‘tourists’ you figured that **we** wanted to play with you and me filling you up.”
Elena looked at me but she kept her poker face on.
I looked over at Nadia, “Nadia, would you let someone come into your house if **you** were In Elena’s shoes?”
Nadia looked from me to Elena and spoke, “Nope.”
I turned to Elena, “It’s alright if that was **your** plan. I’m not going to get mad.”
Elena looked at me for a moment before speaking, “You won’t?”
I shook my head, “Nope.”
I looked around at the open space, “Unless there’s some thugs hiding around here to knock me and Nadia out for our organs or something.”
I knew I was being a little dramatic but it got my point across as I returned my attention to Elena and simply waited.
Elena held her gaze on me for a moment before she sighed, “Fine you got me.”
I smiled, “So is this a ‘*Fantasy Island*’ thing that gets us chumps to impregnate you all or just you?”
Elena sighed as she looked at me, “Both.”
I looked at her and smiled as I thought *Perfect*.
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