Secret Lives of King Togo Island (Part 1)

Chapter 1

As the plane started its final descent, I looked out the window and saw the beautiful Caribbean island nation of King Togo. King Togo is a diverse tropical island, with small hillsides, lush tropical forests, and beautiful beaches. It popularity has risen in the last 30 years due it becoming a tax haven for the uber wealthy. This increase in wealth has created a nation which is commonly referred to as the Monaco of the Caribbean. The Capital city Port De Paul, is known for its fancy hotels, large casinos, and harbors full of mega yachts. The country prides itself on security and privacy which is uncommon for most nations in this area. They do this by strictly controlling who become residents and importing majority of its workers from overseas. While this island is a paradise to most, it holds a dark secret which is not spoken of to the rest of the world, which I would soon discover.

Like all the other transplanted residents of King Togo I have sought out this remote location for its tax advantages as well as its privacy. At the age of 24, I became one of the youngest billionaires in the US by creating a social networking app which is widely popular. I stuck with my company for as long as I could but grew tired of trying to reinvent the app every year to stay current with the times. I sold it to an ego hungry software icon, for an obscene amount of money. I spent my first year retired traveling the world till I grew tired of nomadic lifestyle. Now 34 years old I have decided I wanted to live on the beach in a small community for the remainder of my lengthy retirement. I floated this idea to my financial adviser and he pointed me to the nation King Togo which was a place I had never heard of. He assured me this is what I was looking for.

As I landed in the Capital City Port De Paul I started to see gulfstream jets lined up like a used car lot. I had realized that my wealth would be among equals here. Like the majority of the new and up incoming tech moguls, I came from humble roots. I grew up in a small community and attended a state university. Even after earning my wealth I never adopted a lavish lifestyle. I lived in a nice home and had a nice car, but still dressed, ate, and traveled modestly. I owned very little and sold it all prior to leaving. This being said I could tell right after landing I would be given a crash course in high end living. My financial adviser set me up with a firm here that provides you with a “lifestyle adviser” who helps your transition to the island. They will find you suitable quarters, get you a club membership, and introduce you to the affluent connections you need to succeed here. As I walk down the stairs of the plane I saw an beautiful voluptuous lady holding a tablet with my name on it.

I walked over to her and she immediately grab my hand and shook it saying.
“You must be Marcus welcome to Port de Paul, let’s go start your new life”,

She introduced herself as Naomi. She told me she would be my guide through this new adventure I am embarking. My bags were loaded into her red Mercedes convertible and she started to tell to me the history of the island and the local landmarks as we drove towards the city. While she was talking I couldn’t help notice her striking beauty. She was 5’9 and thick but had curves in all the right places. She had strawberry blonde hair and appeared to be in her 30’s. She was wearing a low cut blouse that displayed her large and ample breast which sat up nicely. To go with this rack she had a great pair of legs which were quite visible due to the skirt she was wearing. As we were driving her skirt would move up little by little, which captivated my attention.

I tuned back in when she started talking about the people on King Togo. She said the majority of the people here are expats or transplants like me. The indigenous population is limited. The majority of the indigenous population owns the local stores and restaurants. The expats work in the tourism, service, and commercial industry. Once the expat workers hit a certain age they are sent back to their native country. She said the diverse makeup of the population provides the country with unique flavor. As we started to come into the more touristy area of Port de Paul, you could see the change of the modern buildings to the more Spanish/French colonial style, much like what you find in New Orleans. We arrived at the King Togo Hotel, which sat on the beach. Namoi whisked me into the lobby. I was greeted by several bellmen and the desk manager. As she checked me into a suite I start to notice some of the employees had bracelets on their left wrist. I approached them closure and noticed that the bracelet had serial like numbers on them. I found it strange but figured it had to do with their strict immigration policy. Naomi approached me and said follow me. We went up to the top floor of the hotel. We walked down this long hallway to the end where I saw the suite sign. She slid the key-card into the door and we walked into this room which was larger than many of the apartments I lived in. The great room had large windows that overlooked the beach and harbor. All I could see was yachts and scantily clad women in bikinis. My eyes couldn’t believe the beauty. During this time of serenity Naomi was continuing talking about the restaurants and nightlife they have to offer in the city. My peace was broken with a knock on the door. Naomi opened and greeted the desk manager and 2 bellmen with my luggage in tow. Behind them was a dark haired Hispanic girl who looked to be in her early 20’s and was introduced as Isabel. Isabel was 5’6, and probably didn’t weigh much over 100 lbs. For her size she had an impressive set breast. Her smile could really light up the room but she seemed quiet and shy. Like the maids and janitors in the lobby Isabel also had the serial number bracelet on her wrist.

The manager said Isabel will be my personal maid, and that any wish I had she would fulfill. He then showed me the phone in the room which had a button on it that would page Isabel immediately. He said she stays in a small room right outside my room. After the introductions were made the manger and bellmen left the room. Naomi instructed Isabel to unpack my things and let herself out. Naomi proceeded to open a bottle of expensive champagne that I have had on several occasion of celebration which I was not paying for, nor did I really care for. She said here is to the start of your new life on King Togo. She pulled out a huge binder of homes for sale that I should browse through and told me to eat and rest for tomorrow we will start assembling my lifestyle. As she headed towards the door she said. “See you at 8 am in the lobby”,
With that Naomi was gone and the room was quite.

Chapter 2

I started to explore my suite which included a great room with a large wrap around couch that faced the windows and a fully stocked bar. I then walked into the doorway to the left of the room which was the mastered room. It had a king size canopy bed and a balcony off to the side. There was a large bathroom complete with a tub and steam shower. I proceeded back to the great room and picked up my lifestyle binder and sat down and started to browse. I had the various country clubs to join, different living communities with the available houses, as well as the luxury auto dealer, and boat dealers. Looking at all this I started to wonder is this what I want? Do I want to sit at the club for the rest of my life with Muffy and The Captain sipping champagne talking about the stock market and how the help isn’t what it used to be. I then looked out the window and saw the view and bikini girls and thought I could adjust to this lifestyle. I went to the section on available homes. Majority of the homes listed were large compounds with 8 plus bedrooms with equal amount of bathrooms, swimming pool, maids quarters, and all the lavish amenities you could ever want. But that was not what I wanted. I imagined a nice beach house with a couple of bedrooms and a pool.