Britney

Of the three girls, the one who seemed least angry was Ms. Spears, so Paris decided she would be the easiest one to check. She quickly sauntered over to where Britney's suite was and knocked on the door.

The pop princess answered and allowed Paris into the room. The heiress strolled in and glanced around lavish furnishings she made sure that her guests would be provided: the huge double bed, the desk and sofa, the nice view, the expensive fure rug and all the latest fashion accessories when it came to hairspray, nail polish, etc., over on the desk.

"How are you settling in," Paris said as she sat down on the double bed.

"I'm doing good so far," Britney said. She was in the midst of changing clothes. Her travel attire was already gone and she was only in a small tshirt and panties. "This is a really cool island you have here, Paris. I can't wait to go explore and see what else you have. You do have a pool and beaches that we can go to, do you?"

"Of course," Paris replied. "In fact, we have several pools on this resort alone, not to mention some natural pools with waterfall along the mountainside. And there are several beaches. This is, after all, an island."

"Oh yeah," Britney said, her face reddening slightly. "The others wanted to get here, but it would be nice to go look around. You can show me around, can you?"

"Brit, I have at least two other guests here," Paris reminded her. "And there are more on the way. I'm hoping you will get along with the other guests. This is a paradise here, not a scene for catfighting."

"I'm sure Anna and I will be fine," Britney said. Paris waited and gazed steadily at her guest. "Christina and I are fine right now. Nothing happens between us."

"Nothing?" Paris asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Britney said with some finality to it.

"I thought you two were good friends when you were young," Paris pressed.

"Well, our careers kinda put us on separate paths," Britney said. "Really, we're both singers and we do our own thing now. I don't hate her if that's what you're trying to get at. That rivalry doesn't do that to us. We just don't talk."

Paris shrugged. Britney looked around. "I can put these things away myself. You happen to have masseuses to work out the kinks from us." She stretched both of her arms up straight over her head. "It was a long trip. Also, when's lunch? I haven't something a lot to eat in awhile."

Paris laughed. "The servants are getting things settled, including lunch. Do you want to wait for that or do you need a massage right now. In the meantime, I as our host will gladly help you with things. What do you want to do?"