Marisa Miller, Lindsay Ellingson and Erin Heatherton

The three sexy blondes happily chatted as they entered the conference room. They took their seats around the table, each one in front of a pink folder with her name.

"Hello, Angels," the speaker in the middle of the table said in slightly robotic tones and the girls cheerily replied in unison: "Hi, Victoria."

Marisa, the most experienced one, wasted no time. She read her folder and said: "The security cameras are recorded off-site at ACME Security." She leaned back, exposing her toned stomach as her tight red shirt rode up her stomach. She crossed her legs, adjusting her white miniskirt.

Lindsay asked Victoria about any clues at the blast site, but there were none. She crossed her arms over her small but shapely breasts. She wore a tight red tank top and daisy dukes. "I think we should go there for another look."

Erin was fresh out of training. She wore clingy jeans and a tight pink tee. Her perky breasts jiggled as she went over her very first assignment. "Aha!" she grinned from ear to ear. "A whale sculpture arrived at the museum the day before it exploded, but the museum never ordered it. The artist, Mike Melaugh, lives in the warehouse district."

"Good job, girls," Victoria said...