jaF0
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Look Boss, da' plan!!!
Island somewhere that's really no where. Ungoverned, but ruled with a satin fist by a kindly odd couple that are always overdressed n tailored white suits.
Guests are by invite only. Could be celebrities, politicos, business tycoons, average folks, rich folks, po' folks. All are equal, none above the other. Only criteria is appearance. The Boss has 'a type' if you will. (Reader can set their own type in their mind I guess).
The only real rule is that simply by accepting the invitation and making the trip, you consent. To what? To whatever. No is not a word.
Part of the selection criteria is that no one that could be a danger to anyone is considered, so 'yes' never puts you at risk. Perhaps the island is sectioned off by preference. Or maybe each weekend has a preference theme. 'Yes' never puts you with someone outside your preference. Debauchery ensues.
Theoretically, Pat Schmo could shag one of the world's top supermodels. Or the Chairperson Of The Board could bang some ruthless Dictator. A lowly fan and a top entertainment awards winner. Upon departure, the Boss waives a hand and all recollections specific details of the weekend are erased from memories of all attendees other than some vague memories that makes them wants to return.
Island somewhere that's really no where. Ungoverned, but ruled with a satin fist by a kindly odd couple that are always overdressed n tailored white suits.
Guests are by invite only. Could be celebrities, politicos, business tycoons, average folks, rich folks, po' folks. All are equal, none above the other. Only criteria is appearance. The Boss has 'a type' if you will. (Reader can set their own type in their mind I guess).
The only real rule is that simply by accepting the invitation and making the trip, you consent. To what? To whatever. No is not a word.
Part of the selection criteria is that no one that could be a danger to anyone is considered, so 'yes' never puts you at risk. Perhaps the island is sectioned off by preference. Or maybe each weekend has a preference theme. 'Yes' never puts you with someone outside your preference. Debauchery ensues.
Theoretically, Pat Schmo could shag one of the world's top supermodels. Or the Chairperson Of The Board could bang some ruthless Dictator. A lowly fan and a top entertainment awards winner. Upon departure, the Boss waives a hand and all recollections specific details of the weekend are erased from memories of all attendees other than some vague memories that makes them wants to return.
