Christina Aguilera

Just then, Britney noticed someone coming down the stairs off the learjet. As the figure started to walk over to the convertible, Britney realized who it was.

At the same time, Paris turned her head. "Oh, here comes our final member of our foursome! Join your Micky Mouse buddy in the backseat, Chrissy!"

Britney stared, but sure enough the woman approaching the car was none other than Christina Aguilera. Britney's mouth was agape as Christina walked up to the edge of the car and finally noticed her.

"What's she doing here, Paris?" she instantly asked. Christina didn't look too happy about seeing Britney.

"I invited her, just like I invited you," the heiress responded unpreturbed.

"You invited her too!?!" Anna cried out from the passenger seat. For the first time, the smallish but dirty pop starlet noticed the tennis player and her face flashed with anger.

"I can't believe you brought these two along with us," Christina muttered.

"Hush, dear and hop in," Paris said "We have to go."

As Christina got in (grudgingly), Paris asked her friends, "So what do you want to do now? I guess you guys want something to eat. Shall we head to the resort?

Without waiting for reply, Paris got the convertible going and started to speed down a road that led away from the airstrip.

"Just take us to the resort, Paris," Christina said tartly as she sat, arms crossed next to Britney in the back seat.

"Now, Chrissy," Paris chided her as the car drove on the road that led through numerous of trees. "Don't be such a tart. You're here to have a good time, remember?"

"It hasn't been that good so far," Christina said, staring off to the right side of the road, which was where she was seated.

Anna gave a snort and kept her eyes on the road ahead. Britney didn't say anything, trying to take the sights and the fact that Christina was here.

Soon, they were in a tropical forest, zipping along a paved path. It seemed like they were in the middle of nowhere and the road wandered aimlessly, occasionally intersecting with another small road. Yet Paris seemed to know where she was going as she turned here and there without pause.

Eventually, they came to a clearing and there gleaming under the sun were a set of buildings that could only be the resort. It wasn't lavish-looking, but fairly large. Anna noticed some tennis courts off to one side. Christina saw that the resort had a nice view on a hill, which sloped down to some beaches by the waters. Britney saw some mountains that rose as a backdrop to the place. A waft of sea air floated in from the right.

Paris didn't drive up to the front. Instead, she took a private entrance along the side and parked in an exclusive indoor parking structure in the back of the complex.

"Okay, everybody out," the heiress said, still unconcerned about the disgruntled looks on some of her friends.

Everyone got out and grabbed their luggage. Paris went up some stairs and turned into a glass walkway which they could see out of on both sides. Anna perfunctorily followed Paris along while Christina kept her distance trailing along, eyes piercing at the tennis starlet's back rump. Beside her was Britney who was the only one gawking at the sights through the glass walkway. The walkway led them to what looked like the tallest building, about four stories tall.

They entered into a lavish large parlor where female attendents waited. There were three of them and all of them seemed even younger than the young women who had just arrived with Paris.

"These girls will take you to your own suites," Paris said. "I have the top suite, the penthouse on the fifth floor hidden from view. Christina, follow this girl to Suite 1, Anna to No. 2 and Britney has No. 3. They are all on the fourth floor."

At this, Anna grumpily spoke up, "Why does CHRISSY come before me?"

"I went by alphabetical order, dear," Paris informed her.

Anna put her hands on her hips. "Excuse me, but Anna comes before Christina, or even Xtina if you want to go by nicknames."

Christina glared at the blond's backside and muttered to Britney, "She is quite an act all right."

"Huh," Britney asked, still looking out the windows at the lush greenery surrounding the complex. "Oh yeah, whatever."

Christina got more annoyed. "Typical. You're still not paying any attention to me." Then she started to follow her girl to her own room.

Britney stared after her. She knew that the two hadn't been that close since their Mickey Mouse days. But, she sensed that their was some hostility from Christina over that.

Nearby, Paris was explaining to Anna, "Aguilera comes before Kournikova."

With a huff, the tennis girl followed her girl to her own room. Britney soon followed suit and left Paris alone. The heiress wandered upstairs to the penthouse of the resort on the top floor, the fifth floor to be exact.

She knew that there would be some resistance and friction among the girls. Now, she had to gently break the ice before the other guests started arriving. She pondered what to do. She should go check on her friends. But whom to check on first?