Lunch

"I think all that sleep on the plane has given me some kinks around the neck and shoulders," Britney complained, grabbing the back side of her neck. "Maybe some nice handsome man that is strong who can give me a massage will do the trick. Either that, or some lunch. I'm famished."

"We can do the latter right now," Paris admitted. "And the former can happen afterwards. I'm flying in many servants to take care of things during this getaway, but we were among the first to arrive. The masseuses aren't here yet, but a chef has been preparing things downstairs."

Britney frowned. "Great, I'll take the food then."

The two girls then left the room. Britney realized this place was vast as Paris led her on a number of twists and turns. She would have been lost, but Paris knew the way. Soon, they came to a large room that looked like a restaurant of sorts. Plenty of tables and a nice cliffside view of the ocean.

The two sat down at a half-circular table that was elevated from the other part of the room and soon a petite female waitress of Islander origin walked out. She wore only a bra and had a hula skirt on. Britney giggled at the sight of that. She placed two menus in front of Paris and Britney and asked for drinks. Paris ordered a cosmopolitan much to Britney's surprise. The pop starlet herself only was looking for a Diet Pepsi. The waitress was soon off, but Paris did give the order to ask if the other girls wanted some lunch as well.