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okay?”
     
    Jason nodded his head cartoonishly, but he had no idea what he was agreeing to. He simply did what he was told, until he forgot about what he’d been told. Jeanette tip-toed out of the condo, trying her best not to alert Brandon. She walked up to the first semi-attractive groundskeeper that she saw and dangled a wad of hundred dollar bills in his face. In the groundskeeper’s experience, white women never walked up to him unless they wanted one of two things: sex, or drugs. Seeing such a thick pile of cash, the groundskeeper instantly knew that she wanted both.
     
    “Let’s go.” He said.
     
    The ‘rules of engagement’ were different in Fiji. If a rich white woman had sex with a local, this wasn’t necessarily considered a bad thing. And, if she decided to leave a gift as a kind gesture, that wasn’t necessarily frowned upon either. In Fiji, people didn’t necessarily use ugly words like ‘prostitution’ or ‘sex worker’. There was no shame in bringing home a little bit of extra money for the family. Vishal had been earning a little money on the side for his family in exactly this way. When Jeanette came around, this was far from his first rodeo. He lead his new customer to a small clearing in the foliage. It had a picture frame view of the mountains and ocean, but it was perfectly hidden from other condominium owners, joggers and dog walkers who might otherwise pop out at the worse time.
     
    There was a makeshift wooden bench nailed to a forked tree. There was a was a rope drawn between two trees and a tarpaulin slung over it. There was thatch bed underneath the tarpaulin shelter. Not exactly The Four Seasons. Jeanette thought. Vishal saw the unimpressed look on Jeanette’s face and smiled. He seemed as confident as a fox. His makeshift loveshack didn’t look like much, but he was one hundred percent sure that he was about to fuck Jeanette’s brains out, and she’d love every minute of it. He smiled like the Cheshire cat in Alice, hardly conscious at all that his mouth was checkered with missing teeth. 
     
    Vishal gave Jeanette a strange-looking leaf and pantomimed his message. He rose his hand to his mouth and chewed. Jeanette ate the leaf… and she was instantly lost in a world of colors and incredible hallucinations. Everything seemed so pretty… magical. The panoramic view of the mountains and oceans which Jeanette had ignored before, now seemed like a utopia. It was the type of place where old romantics pilgrimage to. Presumably, they’d feel complete after beholding such ultimate beauty, then they’d shed a single tear and die. The makeshift bench and bed now looked like a blissful boudoir, designed for angels to frolic and enjoy hedonistic pleasures. Vishal himself now looked like a bona fide Adonis, whose body looked like a carefully-chiseled work of fine art. He even had a perfect white smile.
     
    Jeanette stopped for a full three seconds to consider what she was about to do. Would she really fuck this complete stranger who probably had a VD while her son and billionaire husband were just a hop, skip and a jump away?
     
    You’re damn fucking right.
     
    Life was what you made it, and Jeanette would be damned if she wasted her time worrying about what Brandon or anyone else. That wasn’t how the game worked. Losers worry. Winners fuck and dominate.
     
    “Fuck yeah.” She thought out loud.
     
    Vishal could tell that Jeanette was as high as a kite. Good. It was time for the next step...
     
    “I know exactly how you like it.” Vishal said.
     
    Jeanette’s curiosity was peaked. What more surprises would this bushman bring? It had been so long since she’d been fucked the way she wanted to be fucked, that she’d let anyone get a piece if he promised to do it right. Jeanette wanted to be ravaged; degraded like a dog. She couldn’t imagine a higher bliss. She wanted a man to do things that weren’t necessarily legal. He had to have the balls to go that