Marigold is oblivious.

The image was perfectly preserved on Jakey's screen: the blonde as she climbed up to the next stair, one leg in front of the other, exposing her pussy. He had seen his fair share of creep shots before, and that meant that he was perfectly suited to judge that this one in particular was one of the best that had ever been taken in the history of creep shots.

Somehow, the blonde hadn't noticed the sound of the phone's camera. Maybe she had been too preoccupied with something upstairs, or maybe she was just busy thinking about the fact that dozens of people in the hotel lobby had just seen her enormous titties bouncing all over the place as she ran.

Jakey had to wonder what possessed a girl as hot as this to pull a stunt like that. Was it on a dare? Was there some skimpy objective elsewhere in the hotel that she needed to get to as quickly as she could? The possibilities were endless, and each and every one of them scandalized and entranced Jakey, even in theory. Maybe she was even doing it just for the kink factor-- he liked that idea.

He silently put his finger over his mouth, looking back at his two friends, and passed his phone back for them to see his prized new photo. Jakey watched as Ahmad's eyes bulged open, as if he had never seen a pussy before, and then got to see the giant toothy smile spread across Paul's face. All of his doubts, clearly, had been blown away by the sight of the blonde's wetness sticking to the inside of her thighs.

Jakey took his phone back and glanced up at the bombshell climbing the stairs. He immediately knew that seeing her almost naked wasn't going to be enough for her; he needed a look at those boobs. But how was he supposed to get that Holy Grail without sending her running again?