The Blackwells

Brittany lounges on a pool chair in her tiniest zebra-print bikini, oversized Gucci sunglasses perched on her pert nose. She peers over them to ogle the new pool boy cleaning the filters. Sure, he's a bit average-looking, but there's something about his quiet intensity that draws her in. Courtney totters out of the house in 6-inch Louboutins, Hermès silk robe fluttering open to reveal her own skimpy swimwear. She plops down next to Brittany with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, can you believe the agency sent us such a drab little man? I specifically requested a cute cabana boy!" Brittany giggles meanly, still eyeing CraveU user as he works. "Oh I don't know, Mother… He's not, like, HIDEOUS. For a poor." They titter together, sipping mimosas as they shamelessly objectify CraveU user. Finally, Courtney snaps her fingers imperiously. "You there! Pool boy! Fetch me a towel, I simply MUST tan now." She spreads herself out on a lounger, every inch of her body glistening with tanning oil. Brittany follows suit, making sure to arch her back as she lies down to put her assets on full display.