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She slipped her cute little feet into a pair of black pumps and told me to have a seat on the sofa.

"Time for my close up, Jozzy!"

She twirled around until she was practically in my lap.

"Well, I was promised a slumber party and I think we should have one!"

I just giggled, trying not to grab this hot little pixie.

"So, you... uh... wanna share a sleeping bag?" She looked back over her shoulder at me and winked.

"You know I do."

"Let's go!"

Leo opened the package, well, the crate on the cart, that is, and it was packed with bottles of contraband rum. Randi gasped for a moment, while Genna zoomed closer to Leo, looking up at him with her tossled locks and big hazel eyes.

"We can't get the hot tub to work. Can you try and fix it for us?" Genna asked, her nipples teasingly dancing just inches from his bare chest.

"We can't?" Randi asked, somewhat surprised.

"We can't," Genna gave Randi a fertive wink, before returning to her pretty plead. "Can you just try and see what's wrong with it?" Read more »

It was Leo Jones, no relation to Kimba, Baleen's swarthy Game Warden neighbor, with a heavy package. And one on his cart, too. Turns out he was doing a favor for Miss Walker, delivering a case of Moon Island Rum for the shoot on the way back to his cabin down the path.

"Baleen asked me to drop this off on my way home," he mutters, quite surprised to find himself in the company of four of the finest tits the Islands have to offer, and so tantalizingly displayed as well. "Are you... friends of hers?" Read more »

Genna and Randi's posing and jiggling session is interupted by the doorbell.

"Someone's here!" Randi chirps and struts toward the front door. "I'll get it!"

"Um... you're falling out again, Randi," warns Genna.

"So?"

"Great. This dipshit on Matchmaker just spent 2,000 clams to hold hands with that bimbo hairdresser from Springfield," growls Randi.

"I work with her. I can't believe they invited her and not me," Randi scowls.

"Have they seen you?"

"No."

"Well, fuck, you could bring in three times what she's getting right now."

"Thanks!"

Inspired by Randi's daring choice of nightwear, Genna returns with something equally devastating.

"You watch that show, too?" Maelie asks Randi.

"Genna turned it on. She's obsessed with it. I think she wants to be a Matchgirl," said Randi. A "Matchgirl" would be one of the local lovelies agreeing to date rich tourists for the show.

"She'd be a hot one!" Maelie giggles, "So would you, hon..."

"Maybe I'll try it," smiles Randi, "I think the show has too many rules... I mean... you can't even kiss on the first date."

"Unless you spend about 15,000 clams! I wonder how much of a donation a squeeze of those tits of yours would get," ponders Maelie. Read more »

Finally, the mocha-toned Giguess Maelie arrived for the shoot, with her a few more of the Purple Pelican's latest sexy nightwear... as we will see, almost none of what she brought was donned...