He was enjoying an early-morning coffee, watching the sun rise. The instant he'd brought managed to be drinkable, but that was about it. He did need the energy though; after the fourth girl committed herself to him, it was a matter of some simple reinforcement and then he'd sent them to bed. He'd worked hard to claim them, he didn't want to hurt them or keep them up too late.

He wasn't terribly surprised that Kennedy was the first to emerge. She was nude, and beautiful in the early morning light. Tall, well-built, with startling grey eyes that looked on Jon with recognition and fire.

"What did you do to us?" she asked, slipping her sandals on. She seemed almost angry.

He just smiled. He'd learned the right words to say, in the right combinations, that flowed along with the natural energy of this island and his own personal charm. He summed all that up, years of study and practice and determination, in a single word: "Magic."

"Bullshit," she replied, walking across the clearing. He put his mug down and stood to greet her. "No such thing."

The two of them embraced and kissed passionately, their tongues dancing around one another. She resisted melting against him for just a moment, but when his hand gripped her ass she sunk into his arms.

"Tell me again how there's no such thing," he teased.

She laughed. "I don't know what you did to us, but I'll get us out of this."

He shrugged. "No one's really managed that yet. Mind, it's not like I do this all that often, maybe you're special. But don't be in such a hurry! I expect this'll be fun."

"Probably. It's been strange and surreal so far."

"Did you sleep well?"

Kennedy nodded. "Yeah, better than I have in a long time, actually."

Jon smiled and sat back down. "Why do you think that is?"

"You're gonna tell me it's you?"

Jon's response was cut off as the other tent opened and both of them looked across the clearing. Cassandra appeared awkwardly, the tent opening too small for the powerful athlete. She stretched her naked body, either deliberately showing herself off or not caring about her audience. Either way, Jon appreciated the view.

"Hey Mac, hey Jon," Cassandra said with a wave before crouching down to get her sport sandals on. "Nudity all around, then?"

"I thought it was appropriate," Jon replied. "Funny, after seeing you all nude last night, I just want to see more."

"Cool. Sounds like a plan. Looking good, Mac." Cassandra did a couple stretches.

"Thanks, you too," Kennedy replied. "You don't care about... any of this?"

"About what?" Cassandra asked, sounding confused. "Being naked? Jon? Obedience?" She paused, apparently thinking. "Yeah I guess it's a bit weird, but..." She shrugged. "I'm gonna go for a quick jog, all good?"

Jon smiled. "All good, see you when you're done."

"Think you'll see me before that, since there's not a lot of space on this island," Cassandra laughed, then started walking swiftly uphill.

"Have fun!" Kennedy said as she passed.

Kaz paused, turned, and winked. "You too." And she was gone.

"Are you having fun?" Jon asked.

"Are you?" Kennedy shot back.

"You know I could just order you to—"

"I know." She sighed. "How about a fair exchange? One question each, one answer."

Jon shrugged. "Sure, why not? So, are you having fun?"

"No! Why would I be having fun?" Kennedy's voice rose in a show of irritation.

"Is that your question?"

"Is that yours?" Kennedy sighed. "What are your plans for us?"

Jon shrugged again. "Didn't really plan that far ahead. You're here how long?"

"Until Thursday. Then we head back to the landing."

"So that's..." Jon counted the days on his fingers. "Four days. And four of you. Perfect."

"Perfect? For what?"

"To give each of you what you want."

"What do we want?"

"Well, that's what I'm going to find out, isn't it."

Kennedy's tent zipper opened, and Natascha emerged, looking petite and cute and absolutely in her element in the nude. "Hey, good morning!" she chirped. She scampered across the clearing without worrying about footwear and wrapped her arms around Kennedy, who reluctantly reciprocated, blushing as she did.

Jon took note that Natascha's mouth was about the height of Kennedy's nipples.

"It wasn't just a dream!" Natascha said, squeezing Kennedy tight. "I was worried it might be."

"I'd hoped it might be," Kennedy replied.

Natascha released her friend. "Aw, really? You don't think this is just the best thing ever? Mac, magic is a real thing! It's amazing! Jon just asked me if I walked in my sleep and I was all 'I'm gonna sleepwalk for you' or whatever and I couldn't help anything and then it all went away like a dream and I couldn't remember it until I went up on the cliff and Kaz and Red were up there in the dark and then you were there—"

She paused for breath, and Kennedy cut her off. "Okay, okay, Nat, calm down." But she was smiling broadly.

So was Jon. "Want to see a little more?"

"Yes! Ohmigod yes I do Jon, I want to see more, please! Can I?"

Kennedy seemed about to object, so Jon interrupted before she could. "Mac, do you walk in your sleep?"

He loved watching the transformation. Especially watching Kennedy try to fight the spell. Natascha was rapt, too, as her friend's expression went from caution, to surprise, to defiant anger, and then as the fury drained from her face and body language to be replaced with serene relaxation. "I sleepwalk for you." Mac's smile was evident in her voice.

Jon cupped her chin with his hand and drank in that beautiful face. He was aware of Natascha's gaze. "All your resistance gone now, Mac?"

He felt the pressure on his hand as she tried to nod. She sighed happily.

He looked over at Natascha. "What do you think?"

"Amazing," the small woman marvelled. "She's... okay, right?"

"Perfectly fine," Kennedy replied unprompted. "Dreamy."

"Can I—" Natascha began, but the final camper was emerging. The three turned to watch Rebecca come out of her tent.

"Mornin' everyone," she said, getting her shoes on. "So we're all naked, then?" She sounded vaguely embarrassed.

"Almost all of us," Natascha replied, tossing her hair at Jon, who laughed. "Jon was just showing me some real magic."

"Us," Kennedy added, her voice distant.

Rebecca scratched her head. "Oh, huh, is that what... all this is? It's..." She shrugged.

"Hey!" Natascha turned to Jon. "Do the magic words work for everyone?"

Jon grinned. He knew the answer, but... "Try it and find out."

"Red?" She spun back.

"Yeah?"

"Do you walk in your sleep?"

Rebecca seemed confused. "No? I don't think I do."

Jon smiled. "Red, do you walk in your sleep?"

He got to watch another transformation. It was beautiful. Confusion faded to acceptance and that blissful, faraway look. "I sleepwalk for you."

"That's awesome!" Natascha breathed. "Okay so what are you going to do with us?"

"Nothing until after breakfast!" Jon laughed. "I'm starved!"

"Well, Red usually does the cooking, she's the expert." Natascha practically skipped the three steps over to where the dark-skinned actor weaved on her feet. "What are you gonna make this morning?"

"Uh..." Rebecca began, speaking slowly. "Pancakes. Mix in the kitchen box. I'll... get to it." She became more animated, moving into the clearing.

Cassandra then came jogging back. "Hey all, breakfast soon?" When Rebecca nodded, Cassandra continued, "Alright, I'm going to do another couple laps, there's a good place near the top of the hill."

Natascha and Jon watched her go, then turned to one another. "She's always like that," the small woman explained.

"There is something I might like before breakfast..." Jon looked at the small woman.

Natascha shrank back a bit. "What is it?"

"Mac," he said, giving the leader a light spank, "go help Red with breakfast."

Mac jumped at the touch and grinned. "Of course!" She moved slowly and deliberately.

"What is it?" Natascha repeated.

"Mac, Red, focus entirely on making breakfast, do not disturb Nat or me."

Both women nodded, pulling out pans and plates and a plastic bag full of pancake mix.

"'Nat or me?' What do you mean?" Natascha asked.

He smiled at her. "Let me show you some real magic. Nat, do you walk in your sleep?"

Her shift went from apprehension to hope and delight, and it was just as perfect as the first two. "I sleepwalk for you."

"Take me to your tent," he said, watching as she took his words in, "and make love to me."

"Oh I was hoping..." she breathed. "Come on!" And with a strange mix of hurry and lethargy, she strode over and grabbed Jon's hand, leading him to the tent she shared with Kennedy.