Part 1

Part 1

Channel 69 is proud to present...FANTASY ISLAND,

written and produced by your Fantasy Princess, Karen.

And without further adieu....FANTASY ISLAND!

"Da Plane! Da Plane!..." OH, sorry! Wrong island! LOL

Jon called me the other night at my home in Malibu. "Babe, I booked us on a plane to Hawaii for this weekend. The band and I have some time off before the next leg of our tour and I need some R & R. What do you say, Hon?"

I smiled to myself. Jon was a man you were available for night or day, besides what woman in her right mind would say no, anyway. "Sure, sweetheart, I would love to go. I'll be ready."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone. Being a massage therapist, my time was my own. Massuse to the stars. Lucky me. That's how I met Jon, about 2 years ago.  We started out as friends and became lovers about a year after that. And we have been exclusive ever since. 

Later on that day, Jon's assistant called to give me the travel details. I would be taking a limo to LAX and meeting Jon there, as he was flying in from Jersey. I packed for the tropics, including Jon's favorite massage oils. That man worshiped my magic hands. A secret smile on my face as I thought of all the other parts of me he worshiped.

One of the perks of having access to the stars, was having access to their world. Spas. Gyms. Personal trainers. I had a great body, so I chose to wear a nice, simple summery dress and some flats. It showed off my body and lower legs. My arms had great definition, also, so going sleeveless was no problem.

I arrived at the airport and met up with Jon.

"You look beautiful sweetheart," Jon said, leaning over to kiss me.

"Thanks, Babe. So do you."

He put his hand on the small of my back and escorted me to the plane that would take us to the islands. We arrived in Maui early in the evening. Come to find out Jon had access to a private home belonging to someone in the record industry.

"Jon, we seem to be passing all the hotels," I said.

"That's my suprise. A friend of mine is loaning us the use of his house."

I looked at Jon and smiled. He just put his arm around me and hugged me close. We finally arrived at the home. It was on a hill overlooking the hillside and the ocean. The part of the house facing the road was very simple. A white, one story house. As we walked up the walkway, the door opened. 

There was a housekeeper.