Riley and his five good friends got a letter telling them they won an all expenses paid vacation to sunny, tropical Pleasure Island. The fact that none of them remembered entering any contest seemed irrelevant. As long as they got to show off some hard earned muscles, and enjoy some sun, sand and some pussy, they were happy.
The day came for them to leave and they boarded the ship, brimming with drunken debauchery...which they met, shot for shot. When they disembarked, no one seemed to notice that the boat left almost as quickly as it arrived, leaving them stranded there. Not that they cared, who needs a book when you have a resort with all the food, beer and sex you could imagine.
Still, something felt off to Riley. In the time it took them to get to their rooms, they saw almost no staff. "I'm gonna look around." He said to his buddies. "I'll catch up with you guys later." They waved him off, and he left to explore the island.