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| Paradise Lost |
Updated: 04/27/09
By: John Bowe
Playboy
http://www.playboy.com/articles/paradise-lost-saipan-clubmates-pic/index.html
Mack Machado took a job last fall at a resort hotel in the western Pacific. After flying halfway around the world from
Florida, arriving at four A.M. and then working all day, he was exhausted. At the end of his first shift, however, a
surprise awaited him: one of the guests. A 22-year-old Japanese nurse, to be precise. “She was wild,” he
remembers. “Perfect body. Barely spoke any English. She was a little freak, too.” After two nights without sleep, he
says, she kept him up for a third.
Day number four brought another Japanese woman to his bed. This one was a hairstylist, superhot, with dyed-
blonde hair. She was like a piece of candy and—after a few drinks—was ready to eat. The fifth day brought Tina
(some names have been changed), a Korean. “Totally sexy,” Mack recalls. “Tall, thin, big eyes, long black hair.” Tina
stuck around for a couple of weeks, drinking, f**k*** and leaving the hotel just in time for Mack to trapeze to her
friend, another Korean. At the end of his first month on the job, he realized he hadn’t spent a night alone. In the past
30 nights he’d had six different girls in his bed. Mack had discovered paradise. Forget the 72 virgins awaiting
righteous Muslims or the harp-strumming angels of the Christian heaven: Mack had found a job where showing up
for work pretty much automatically yielded a daily harvest of Asian hotties.
Nine thousand miles to the east of mainland America is a far-flung U.S. territory known as the Commonwealth of
the Northern Mariana Islands. Official outposts of U.S. soil, the islands are about four hours south of Tokyo by plane.
The most populated island, Saipan, is the kind of place urban Westerners dream about: a palm-fringed tropical
island with a turquoise lagoon, spectacular coral reefs, lush jungle growth and breathtaking cliff-side views.
On landscaped grounds of bougainvillea and plumeria, with some 300 guest bedrooms, the Pacific Islands Club
hotel runs a water park with swimming pools, tennis courts, an archery range, a miniature golf course, a volleyball
court, a beach and three restaurants. PIC, as it is known, employs the usual assortment of clerks, waiters, janitors
and housecleaning staff. But it also offers something more: a group of young people hired for their enthusiasm,
outgoingness and warmth. They’re called Clubmates.
Clubmates aren’t hired specifically to have sex with the guests, but when you meet them, you may wonder
if that’s the case. Their looks aren’t always perfect—some are almost cartoons of surfer dudes, but others are just
wholesome-looking and healthy. Certainly, the management doesn’t instruct them to do anything other than help
guests enjoy themselves.
Ask a Clubmate how often he could hook up if he wanted to, and he’ll say every night of the week. As one Clubmate,
Fish, explains, “Part of your job is to make sure the guests have a good time.” With a laugh, he says, “I mean, if they
go home with a smile on their face because they had sex with you.…" Another Clubmate, Jim, adds, “Our whole job
here is to help people have a good time. Sometimes it’s a family that needs help. Sometimes it’s a young girl that
needs help.” Mack says, “Asian women prefer us because we have blue eyes or blonde hair or different builds.”
Since he prefers Asians in the first place, what the hell? “Everybody wins,” he says.
As almost every Clubmate I meet tells me, “You don’t come here for the money. You come here for the lifestyle.” The
lifestyle includes fun in the sun, low wages and long hours. But of course, as should now be clear, it also includes
unlimited access to exotic booty. “My friend’s dad came here,” Jim says. “He’s a lawyer. He showed up, and he
probably wants his son to do something huge, but he said, ‘Man, you’re
playing a joke on the rest of the world, being a Clubmate.’ ”
Playboy
http://www.playboy.com/articles/paradise-lost-saipan-clubmates-pic/index.html
Mack Machado took a job last fall at a resort hotel in the western Pacific. After flying halfway around the world from
Florida, arriving at four A.M. and then working all day, he was exhausted. At the end of his first shift, however, a
surprise awaited him: one of the guests. A 22-year-old Japanese nurse, to be precise. “She was wild,” he
remembers. “Perfect body. Barely spoke any English. She was a little freak, too.” After two nights without sleep, he
says, she kept him up for a third.
Day number four brought another Japanese woman to his bed. This one was a hairstylist, superhot, with dyed-
blonde hair. She was like a piece of candy and—after a few drinks—was ready to eat. The fifth day brought Tina
(some names have been changed), a Korean. “Totally sexy,” Mack recalls. “Tall, thin, big eyes, long black hair.” Tina
stuck around for a couple of weeks, drinking, f**k*** and leaving the hotel just in time for Mack to trapeze to her
friend, another Korean. At the end of his first month on the job, he realized he hadn’t spent a night alone. In the past
30 nights he’d had six different girls in his bed. Mack had discovered paradise. Forget the 72 virgins awaiting
righteous Muslims or the harp-strumming angels of the Christian heaven: Mack had found a job where showing up
for work pretty much automatically yielded a daily harvest of Asian hotties.
Nine thousand miles to the east of mainland America is a far-flung U.S. territory known as the Commonwealth of
the Northern Mariana Islands. Official outposts of U.S. soil, the islands are about four hours south of Tokyo by plane.
The most populated island, Saipan, is the kind of place urban Westerners dream about: a palm-fringed tropical
island with a turquoise lagoon, spectacular coral reefs, lush jungle growth and breathtaking cliff-side views.
On landscaped grounds of bougainvillea and plumeria, with some 300 guest bedrooms, the Pacific Islands Club
hotel runs a water park with swimming pools, tennis courts, an archery range, a miniature golf course, a volleyball
court, a beach and three restaurants. PIC, as it is known, employs the usual assortment of clerks, waiters, janitors
and housecleaning staff. But it also offers something more: a group of young people hired for their enthusiasm,
outgoingness and warmth. They’re called Clubmates.
Clubmates aren’t hired specifically to have sex with the guests, but when you meet them, you may wonder
if that’s the case. Their looks aren’t always perfect—some are almost cartoons of surfer dudes, but others are just
wholesome-looking and healthy. Certainly, the management doesn’t instruct them to do anything other than help
guests enjoy themselves.
Ask a Clubmate how often he could hook up if he wanted to, and he’ll say every night of the week. As one Clubmate,
Fish, explains, “Part of your job is to make sure the guests have a good time.” With a laugh, he says, “I mean, if they
go home with a smile on their face because they had sex with you.…" Another Clubmate, Jim, adds, “Our whole job
here is to help people have a good time. Sometimes it’s a family that needs help. Sometimes it’s a young girl that
needs help.” Mack says, “Asian women prefer us because we have blue eyes or blonde hair or different builds.”
Since he prefers Asians in the first place, what the hell? “Everybody wins,” he says.
As almost every Clubmate I meet tells me, “You don’t come here for the money. You come here for the lifestyle.” The
lifestyle includes fun in the sun, low wages and long hours. But of course, as should now be clear, it also includes
unlimited access to exotic booty. “My friend’s dad came here,” Jim says. “He’s a lawyer. He showed up, and he
probably wants his son to do something huge, but he said, ‘Man, you’re
playing a joke on the rest of the world, being a Clubmate.’ ”