The girls celebrate.

Having almost completely unmade the bed with their jumping, the girls flop down onto their backs in amongst the pillows and blankets roughed up everywhere.

“Can you believe it, Robyn?” Emma began.

“Nine thousand dollars between us. I’m still shaking,” Robyn gushed.

“Eight thousand if I hadn’t said anything!”

Robyn rolled over and hugged her best friends so incredibly tight around the neck.

“We have to celebrate. Let’s get drunk!” Emma suggested, caught up in the excitement.

Robyn dearly would have loved to get wasted with her friend but knew she shouldn’t as she wanted to be in a clearheaded state for tomorrows filming.

“Come on. Just a couple then,” Emma pestered as she went to the minibar in Robyn’s room and started looking to see what it was stocked with.

“Alright, maybe a couple but I’m not getting smashed.

“Ooh, they have Smirnoff!” Emma said happily as she found a half-sized bottle of vodka in the fridge.

“I bet that’s going to cost a fortune,” Robyn said, looking about the room for the price list.

“It’s the studio's money, Rob. They’re paying for the room,” Emma confidently declared.

“Even room service?” Robyn wondered.

She was always ravenously hungry after surfing each morning. Whilst Emma would blow her money on clothes, makeup and boys; almost the entirety of Robyn’s money would go on food besides the absolute essentials. Emma joined her in ordering in for lunch. The girls having plates of mouth-watering food set up to their room as they pigged out on the bed and watched day time TV.

The pair of them were lying in an induced food coma when the doorbell to the room rang.

“If it’s more food tell them to send it back,” Robyn groaned, her belly full and distended from all she had eaten. She hoped she wouldn’t look like a pregnant whale in the video tomorrow she thought disgusted with herself.

Emma able to move easily having eaten less than half of what Robyn did, got up and answered the door for them. Coming back in the room with Renato, Emma broke the news to the wallowing Robyn that her lover from last night had paid her a visit.

“Robyn, Renato is here to see you,” she called out in voiced streaked through with barely disguised teasing.

Robyn sat bolt upright in a panic. My God, she couldn’t let him see her like this. Farrrrggg Emma has let him into the room already!

“I’m just going to let you two have some privacy. I think I’ll go and pick up the car from the pub this afternoon. I should be gone a couple of hours,” Emma told her friend, delighted at leaving Robyn like this. As she stepped out the room Emma made sure to take the bottle of Smirnoff with her, dropping it off in her own room for her to finish when she got back. She should probably do them both a favour and pick up some of their things from the campsite while she was out.

Heading to the hotel lobby to hitchhike a ride back into town a thought entered Emma’s mind. If Renato was busy with Emma, that meant that Pedro would be alone. Did she want to call in on him like Renato had done Robyn? He hadn’t been the greatest lay she’d ever had last night but still, average sex is better than no sex.

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