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"Well, then you'll be doing Miss Walker two favors tonight, Mestre Jones," purred Genna.

"Leo. You can call me Leo. And you are?" Leo struggles to keep his eyes off of Genna's massive and tantalizing breasts.

"I'm Genna. And I'm here to model for Deximo and Jozzy. But I also wanna play in the hot tub! Do you like playing in the hot tub, too?"

"I do... I just wish I had more... time..."

"Shh... come with me..."

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 »

"Nice looking package, don't you think, Genna?" Randi asks, perking an eyebrow at the jungle stud.

"Mmhmmm... are you gonna open it for us, Mestre Jones?" Genna asks with a sultry sigh.

"Ladies... I don't have a lot of time... otherwise..." Leo sputters almost ruefully.

"Well, can you help us with something? Please?" Genna pleads prettily.

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?"

Genna's diminutive stature just seems to make her chest endowment seem that much more spectacular.

"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!"