Island Girls : Very Pretty Furniture

The next day Nikita got to see the place in full swing. She was still with the new group under Helga who herded them like ducklings from station to station after breakfast to the spa for hair and make up. The bikinis were especially colorful and floral today as they would be welcoming the new guests.

While it has been drilled in them many times Helga reminded them that much like furniture they were meant to look pretty but also blend in to the ambiance. To not expect anyone to thank them, to simply barely acknowledge them. Likewise there are very strict rules to protect the girl's as it was to preserve the integrity and high standards. No abuse of any kind, no touching and that was just a start … if she traded in the bikini for a kimono she might be closer to a geisha - at most they were there to maintain a fantasy.

Helga led the girls to the in take at the landing string where a refreshment stand was. Each girl has a specific job, one to stir the refreshment, another to offer various foods on trays and so on. Today Nike was handing out bright scented lei's made with fresh flowers native to the island. With both arms loaded to the shoulder with wreaths of flowers. Helga coached each girl how to approach and move on.

"... And don't be intimidated. This will help give you a taste of how things would be and the expectation of what we do and how these kind of people act." Helga assured. "Of course will be nearby to help if you run into problems but I am confident you all will do fine. You are a smart bunch."

Handing out leis, that wasn’t too taxing. Turn, stand, how to hold your arms upright, fingers curled slightly, don’t approach anyone, let them approach you. She kind of felt like a coat rack. The first few off the plane didn’t even acknowledge her or the girl across from her, they carried no luggage, and strolled off the steps wafting expensive cologne behind them. A few did stop, pensively looking between Nikita and the other girl, picking one or the other, as if choosing a wine from a list. For her part, she politely laughed each time someone joked they’d been leid. Each and every time.

They were referred to as Island Girls to the point that no one even asked their names, though a few times Ari Andreas was complimented on his new bumper crop this year. If he took it as a compliment, she wasn’t sure. From what she understood, he rarely said a word to any of them, which Nikita figured would make Nike happy. There was no fraternizing. You were expected to play off any inappropriate offers in a way that didn’t embarrass the guest. They’d spent an entire three hours in a class of what was expected, and what responses were acceptable. Anything to boost the guest’s ego while still being firm with your answer. Even consensual fraternization was grounds for immediate dismissal, it said so in bold letters in the contract they signed the moment they stepped off the plane. The rule definitely put Nikita’s mind at ease because she didn’t want her first time to be some island fling with a guy that thought of her as part of the package deal.

Drinking and drugs were permitted so long as you conducted yourself within the guidelines of being an island girl. You were encouraged to act inebriated during parties, while still maintaining your sensibilities. The rules were archaic and misogynistic, but for the kind of money they were paying, Nikita could tiptoe around fragile little male egos for a few months.

She got an immediate $2,000 bonus when she signed the contract, the bulk of which was transferred into a joint account to turn the lights on back home. And she’d already made a couple of hundred in tips just for placing flowers around a few necks. Each girl wore a credit collector strapped to a hip. Guests could tap with a phone or keep a running tab. Easy peasy.

A yacht soon docked, and the entire process started over again after a brief sunscreen intermission. Water was given out so the girls stayed hydrated, Helga really took care of everyone. Sure the bikini was a little small, but all of Nikita’s fears quickly washed away like the retreating tide.