An island tour...
Around the island, Alyssa’s eyes were alert to everything, yet she didn’t witness clients engaging in illegal activities with children out in the open. Many of the underage inhabitants were nude, and there were adults admiring them. Other than the occasional erection by some male clients, any sexual misconduct must have been behind closed doors, as she saw none of it.
Clients sunbathed in the sun or along the poolside as the youngsters frolicked in front of the patrons. It was quite innocent out in public, minus the nudity of underage boys and girls.
Salvy gave Alyssa a full tour of the island. Their assistant, a young boy named Antonio, walked next to them carrying their beverages as if that was his sole purpose in life—to be a drink holder. They were at about a fifty-five percent occupancy rate, which was down due to the raid in Miami, Salvy explained.
Many of the guests had checked out and gone back to the mainland when news of the FBI raid took place. Fear that the island would be next raised concerns for many of the island’s guests. Those who remained trusted the island’s secrecy and continued to enjoy basking in the sun without a care in the world.
The upscale hotel contained white marble countertops and floors with plush white furniture that graced the foyer. Each hotel room was just as rich with king-size beds and sitting areas. Everything one could need was at their fingertips including daily maid service by children between the ages of ten and sixteen years of age.
This seemed more like slave labor.
Key staff roles were given to beautiful twenty-somethings, who had gone through the ranks and moved up to positions such as cooks, front desk clerks, and supervisors of departments.
After the tour of the main attractions, Salvy guided Alyssa to the training facility. This large structure was both above and underground, though it was not visible from anywhere guests looked. Until they were up on it, the structure’s camouflage blended into the hillside’s landscape.
A steel door tucked beneath a boulder allowed the two of them to enter the compound.
Inside, bright white lights lit up the concrete jungle. Security guards manned the hallways, keeping order. There were windows into each of the rooms, where classes were held. They peeked in.
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