"You're a choreboy, correct?" She asked, eyes trailing up and down along my maroon uniform.
"Yes, I would be. Would you like me to help with anything?"
"I would, actually. Excuse me..." Before continuing, Felicia daintily sipped down the last of her drink. "I'd been filled in on the details of the resort, but I'd still do with an in depth look around, so I can better plan out my week. I trust you'd be up to acting as tour guide?"
"Certainly." Sure beat running around the same gluttons on a ten hour shift, anyway. "I'll just have to call my manager to be allowed to derail shifts, but I'll be able to take you and your assistants anywhere you'd like, after. Alright?"
"Of course. Hailey? Miki?"
The two worker bees snaked their arms beneath their rulers' mammaries and flexed up the riches of muscles in their bodies, hoisting the milk-filled globes up enough feet for them to spin under and push up with their backs, giving Felicia the mobility to stand back up from her booth.
"Is there any place you'd heard that'd captured your interest, maybe you'd like to see first?"
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