Island Girl: Welcome Welcome

The plane finally landed and everyone stretched themselves out as they deboarded and were met with a fleet of extra large golf carts and handlers.

One of the had a sign that said New Girl's and even called out a list of names to guide them to a specific golf cart.

"I'll catch up with you after your orientation." Jasmine brimmed. "Have fun!" She called heading to one of the other golf carts.

There were only a few of other girl's with Nikita, they were easy to pick out given they kind of stood out compared to the other more seasoned girl's.

"Hello ladies. Welcome to the island. I am Helga and I will be guiding you through orientation, helping with your adjustment here and getting you prepared and settled in. As you may have learned this is a place is owned by one Aristotle Andreas. And while that name means nothing to you it means everything to the rich, important and influential. That's not a dig on you. That's just a fact of life. This is a highly exclusive resort, invite only, that you are being paid very well to work at. By now you have heard all the rumors and talk from the other girl's and yes all of it is absolutely true. This job comes with a tremendous amount of perks and you will have many opportunities to network and connect to gain opportunities you could never have gotten on your own. But the work can be very demanding, that should be expected with what you could potentially walk away with. Today is a light itinerary, we will take you on a tour of all main areas, the employee area, we will go over what we will be doing the next few days from prep to the basic rules and regulations, then set you up with your room and other things you will need. Any burning questions before we start?" Helga asked the small group of girl's.

Nikita shook her head and resisted the urge to take another photo.

The group was ushered into the golf cart and where given a tour of the Island they would be most active in, the important parts of the resort and its many, many amenities.

The employee area, to ensure the employees had their privacy and to not bother the guests, had their own set of equal amenities, that includes an employee only spa.

There were designated beach areas just for the employees, pool and even their own restaurant, eating area, lounge, arcade and gym. The gym had its own climbing wall and other fancy equipment for them to use freely.

Helga explained their privacy policy, no picture outside of the employee area and no gossiping about guests outside of the island. All Internet traffic was monitored to maintain the high level of discretion they maintained on the island, that included guests.

"Tomorrow is prep day, you'll meet our make-up artists who will help with your daily full body make up and since you're new here in order to fit the Island Girl look we will have you spray tanned until you are more adjusted to that sunkissed look all our regular girl's have. You will also be fitted for our various uniforms and outfits as needed. It is nearly dinner so how about we call it a day for now? You all will be having a full day tomorrow." Helga said, guiding them to the employee common area.

GROUP CHAT FAM >Just had a tour. Tomorrow I get spray tanned – this never would have happened in Cali Beach. Miss u all. < Nikita messaged.

Dinner was had and many turned in early to beat the jet lag and stay fresh. Many of the new arrivals were also having a prep day or were simply scheduled for the morning.

Nikita's room was the love child of a hotel room and small studio apartment, a queen bed with satellite TV, a couple of complimentary streaming services, a land line phone, her own private bathroom and a small living room area with a loveseat and coffee table. There was even a dedicated nook with a mini fridge and coffee/tea maker. Her luggage had already been bright to her room along with a welcome package full of complementary things she might find useful. A map, guide book, regulation book and tomorrow's itinerary. In her closet was a fluffy bath robe she was supposed to wear for tomorrow.

“This. Is. Amazing,” she said, refraining from pinching herself She never had her own room let alone her own bathroom and apartment. She took a dozen pictures and sent them to Nikka, Nike and Bishop. She took a long shower for once without anyone banging on the door because they needed to go, or without the water turning tepid in minutes. Picking up the regulation book, she got about three pages in before straight up passing out.