Each contestant will have a small camera clipped to the shoulder strap. It’ll record for the show, but will also be watched by producers in case of emergencies.
The producer handed each woman a tank top with the show’s logo on the front and a number on the back. The tank top was neon pink in color. This was for the helicopter to see them better from the sky and also served to give the male contestants a slight advantage.
The producer explained that while the men want to be caught by the women, they were instructed to last as long as possible. The guy who is caught last gets a reward for himself. They men are given various camouflage items, one resembling a ghillie suit, except more of a blanket. They are also given flares to fire off in case of emergencies, along with radios and their own shoulder mounted cameras.
The producer assisted with helping the ladies clip the small, cell phone sized cameras to their shoulders. He explained how they worked, pointing out the small antennae that transmitted video footage. The batteries were fully charged.
Next he demonstrated the nets. They were large, folded up so they are easy to carry, and also had the show’s logo on it. The producer threw it over his assistant, showing the ladies how to do it and that it wouldn’t hurt. The men were instructed to freeze, not resist, when a net was thrown on them. There was no point in dragging it out; the net on them signified they were captured. They wouldn’t run or try to break free from it.
The ladies were given hiking shoes, a small back pack with water, flares, and a radio too. It would be easy to run through the wilderness with it.
Next the producer took them on a tour of the area. He showed them a path leading into the lush, tropical forest. He told them the men would be hiding along the trail, but not in the unkempt bush. Snakes or other creatures could be there.
After filming commenced, the footage obtained from the helicopters, and shoulder mounted cameras would be edited. At that point all the contestants would return and do commentary on what happened. Sandrah recalled watching that in earlier episodes. A contestant would be in front of the camera talking about almost catching a man, or some drama another contestant caused and so on. All of it occurred after the hunt was filmed.
Sandrah felt she and the other contestants were in good hands and looked forward to getting started.
They had a brunch at around 10:30 am; a nice buffet.
At 11:30 Sandrah took a moment to herself in the restroom. She adjusted her tank top, her cargo shorts and belt, her bikini underneath. She looked at herself in the mirror, “I can do this,” she said in her head. “Just have fun. Who knows, if I win, he might become a really great friend.”
As she was leaving, the redhead entered, nearly colliding with her. “Oh! I’m sorry!” the redhead smiled.
“It’s fine,” Sandrah nodded at her, observing her huge smile, trying not to glance at the woman’s cleavage.
Sandrah headed back to the lobby with the others. “If she catches a guy, he’ll probably love those boobs of hers,” she thought, rolling her eyes.
Each of the ten women were taking turns recording a small introduction of themselves in another small room to the left of the lobby. They were told to make it similar to the video they sent in during the audition process.
Sandrah was last in line, the redhead in front of her.
When the redhead entered the room, Sandrah could hear her talking, albeit slightly muffled, through the door.
“I sit here?” she asked. “Ok great.”
Sandrah heard a muffled voice giving her directions, then the redhead herself.
“Hi, I’m Bea. I’m a free spirit and loves to fun! I’m here to have a great time and not only catch a great guy, but catch something magical! I can’t wait to teach my younger guy so many wonderful things!”
Sandrah rolled her eyes, hearing Bea giggle.
There was a brief pause. “Ok great, thanks. Huh?” Sandrah heard Bea ask. “Oh yeah, totally.”
Sandrah couldn’t make out what the muffled voice was saying. “Yep, I got them a long time ago,” Bea said followed by more giggling.
“Thank you! I love them too!” Bea said.
Sandrah rolled her eyes.
“Oh yeah? You’d do that for me? Well sure!” she heard Bea say.
Sandrah heard the muffled voice loud and clear next. “Wow! Those are nice!” he said before lowering his voice back to the muffled level.
“Oh yeah? Hmm, thanks for the tip sweetie. I’ll be sure to look there,” Bea said. Sandrah’s mouth dropped. She quickly straightened up when the door opened, Bea exiting, adjusting her tank top.
Bea smiled and nodded at Sandrah.
When Sandrah entered the room, the guy working the camera greeted her, telling her to sit. He said he’d count down from five and Sandrah would give her introductory greeting. They could do a few takes if need be.
“I’m Sandrah. I’m here to win – plain and simple. I’m will hunt down these boys and make them men. I will sweat, bleed, and fight to be the first, to be the best!”
Sandrah nearly erupted in laughter after that little performance.
“Whoa! Awesome job!” the camera guy said.
“Thanks,” Sandrah, slightly embarrassed, looked to the carpet.
“Alright, I believe you’re the last contestant. Good luck!” he said, standing to breakdown the camera equipment and lighting.
Sandrah paused before opening the door to leave. “You, uh, you think I have a chance?”
“Hmm?” The camera guy said. Sandrah slowly turned around in a circle. She figured she’d take a page from Bea’s playbook.
“Oh yeah, for sure. I can see you are in great shape,” he said.
“Can you?” Sandrah quietly asked. She turned around, facing away from the cameraman. She slowly bent forward; arching her back, sticking her ass out
The cameraman was very quiet.
“Well?”
He chuckled. Sandrah could tell he was watching her. She unbuttoned, and then unzipped her cargo pants. “Might as well play the like Bea did,” she thought.
She slowly pulled her shorts down, along with her bikini bottoms, exposing her bare ass to him.
“You know, I love a great pair of tits, but I’m really more of an ass man myself,” the cameraman approached Sandrah. “Do you mind?”
Before Sandrah could ask what he meant, the cameraman licked his hand and slapped her ass hard.
“Mmm, love it,” He grinned. “Sandrah, I’ll tell you what,” he said, while Sandrah pulled her shorts up and turned to face him.
“Head south. Toward the beach if you can. There’s plenty of waterfalls where the guys can hide out and around in. So if you enter the pathway, sprint for a while, then veer off it toward your left. We tell the guys not to go too far from the path, we don’t want them getting hurt or something, but they always do. They’ve already scoped out the island, planning their strategy. If you head south and find water, there’s a ton of volcanic rocky areas with small caves. They love hiding there.”
“Oh, wow, thanks,” Sandrah said.
“Hey no problem. May I?”
“Huh?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached around with both hands and grabbed and squeezed Sandrah’s ass.
“Mmm, nice. I’d fuck the shit out of you,” He said, gripping her ass hard. “That Bea chick has some nice fake tits, but this, this is incredible.”