At the convenience store, I picked up some mints and a dozen condoms. I realized if I was going to do porn, I should be prepared with fresh breath and protection.
As we walked back to the car, John said; “You have two options for your trip to the island. You can either take a twenty-minute flight from the airport near here, or if you prefer, we can drive an hour to the marina, and a yacht will get you there four hours from now. Either way, you’ll have a brief medical check-up when you arrive, and meet our employer tomorrow afternoon. Would you prefer to fly, or take a boat ride?”
I wondered if this was a test too. “Better to get there sooner, I’ll fly.”
“Very well. We’ll be picking up another lady on the way. I hope you enjoy the rest of your journey.”
“Thanks!”
A few minutes later, we picked up a chesty and very pretty redhead a little older than me. She wore bright green thigh-high boots with four-inch heels, a nice faux fur coat, a lacy pastel green bra, and light green panties. I could see the shape of her nipples, and even a bit of their color. Her breasts were even larger than mine, probably triple D instead of my doubles. A little of her red pubic hair stuck out the edges of her panties. Her image screamed, “FUCK ME!”
Besides the crazy birthday party, I had never been with a girl before, and only four guys. I wasn’t sure if I was Bi, but knew I loved dick too much to be a lesbian. If any girl could change my mind, she might be the one.
She sat opposite me and I continued to stare. She said, “I think you’re beautiful too.” I blushed as we shared a nervous giggle. “Are you new? Do you mind if I smoke? Would you like one too?”
“My first time, and please.”
She pressed a couple of buttons and two sunroofs slid partway open. She had obviously been in the car before. She took a pack of cigarettes from the cupboard, put two between her bright red lips, and lit them. After taking a big puff, she passed me one. The smoke stung my mouth and throat a little but felt nice in an odd way. The lip gloss she left on the filter tasted like strawberry. As I looked at her again, I wondered what a kiss would be like. Gradually my anxiety faded. She had a wine cooler, but I stayed with diet cola.
I saw her flip two hidden cupholders out from under the seat. She put an ashtray in one and her wine cooler in the other. I followed her example. This was SUPER convenient, and nice!
“If you want a pack for your purse, or some chips, or something, just grab ’em. That’s why they put ’em in the car. I’m Rachel, but everybody calls me Red.” She offered her hand and I shook it. “I’m Kate.”
“I see you’re nervous, Katie. You don’t need to be. The first month can be a little stressful, but the last four years have been Heaven! Just follow the rules, do what Mister X wants, and you’ll be happy. They’ll tell you this later too, but the big rules are no drugs and no sex outside the family. Everything else is easy and fun!”
I showed her my sense of humor. “Mister X? Do we work for a supervillain? Is James Bond gonna kill me with an exploding tie or a laser pen?
She laughed. “No, seriously, his name is Xander Xyllopo. Mister X.”
I asked, “So, what do you do, and how’s the pay?”
She giggled as she exhaled a white cloud of smoke. “I do everything Mister X says, absolutely everything.” She licked her lips and adjusted her panties.
“I haven’t needed to touch money or pay for anything since I met him. I don’t even know how much is in my bank account, probably three or four million by now, and my son has five million in a trust too. If I ever decide to leave, me and my boy are set for life, but I’m more than happy to stay. Just do what he says, and everything will be great! But remember, no drugs and no fucking around outside the family.”
I noticed she had two small “X” tattoos behind each of her ears, one red and one black. I pointed and asked, “What are the tattoos for?”
She just said, “If you’re smart, you’ll have them soon too. No sex, without the X.” She giggled for some reason.
“I thought the job was modeling for pictures, and maybe doing porn movies? You said something about a family?”
Her eyes widened and she suddenly looked afraid. “I said too much. Forget I said that stuff! Modeling and porn movies are all. Really. The job pays great.”
I tried to engage her in more conversation, but she stared out the window, replying with just “Yeah”, “No”, and “It’s ok.”
The plane ride went about the same. I wondered why she was worried and didn’t want to talk any more. As we were about to land, I saw the island only had an airstrip and about ten buildings on it.
The ‘quick checkup’ the driver mentioned was a more than hour-long exam from a nurse and doctor. They measured, poked, and prodded nearly everything. They took more blood for tests than I thought I had. They checked my teeth in a dentist’s chair, did a full pelvic internal, and used a long plastic tool to get a stool sample. They even used some kind of electronic balloon to measure how much they could stretch my vagina and anus until they hurt!
The nurse tried to reassure me, “If you’re not 21 yet, don’t worry. We don’t test for alcohol or tobacco, but almost everything else. If there are any problems, we’ll make sure you get them taken care of. We check for heart and lung issues, skin cancer, leukemia, lung cancer, thyroid issues, hundreds of contagious diseases, you name it.”
Instead of it calming me, I was worried that I might have five kinds of cancer, aids, or dozens of other scary things.
The nurse had me stand by the wall naked, and said they needed pictures of me ‘for medical reasons’. I made sure to smile and stick my chest and butt out. She said, “Really, this is just for comparison in case you have any problems later. You don’t have to look pretty. Just stand like you usually do.”
To finish off, they asked if I had pins, implants, or anything else metal or artificial in my body. They gave me a full body MRI, without me even saying there were any problems! A friend of mine had an MRI on her injured elbow last year, and just that cost a few thousand bucks!
When the medical exam I considered mild torture was over, a blonde lady around 35 in a light gray pantsuit greeted me. I thought she looked good for her age. If she were a little younger, maybe I’d want to…
“Hello. I’m Mister X’s representative on this island, Jane. Your schedule will start slowly and work up to the level you’re comfortable with. Tomorrow at 10, you have a half-hour bikini photo shoot on the beach. The day after that, they want to do a video of you swimming nude. I hope you can swim? Is that alright?”
“Sure! I love to swim! The more pictures and video the better! I really need money for school.”
I noticed she had two “X” tattoos behind each of her ears too. I was curious but decided not to ask.
Jane said, “Let’s go to my office, and I’ll get you oriented before your first day tomorrow.”
She pointed out things on a map of the island, “The office building we’re in is here. You were at the clinic a little while ago. The hotel you’ll stay at is this building. This one we call the grocery, but there’s no charge for anything. You can get bathroom items, snacks, and so on there. You’ll get most of your meals through room service and at the daily picnics we have for lunch, unless you love to cook.” I didn’t.