They talked to the concierge.

After the boys settled into their own suites and took showers to freshen up, they headed down to the lobby to talk to concierge on what (and possibly who) they could do on the island.

"Bonjour, gentlemen," greeted the busty concierge behind the counter. "How may I help you?"

The guys barely noticed her name tag, unable to take their eyes off of her cleavage. She politely smiled at the common occurrence and repeated her question.

"Um, Brigitte," Chad stuttered, reading her name tag, "we're looking for something to do, preferably with chicks."

His buddies fist bumped him.

"We offer many physical activities," she stated in a thick Parisian accent. "Are there any sports you enjoy?"

"We love sports!" Brock cheered

"I see from your impressive physiques," she chuckled. "Do you enjoy tennis perhaps?"

"Nah," Lance answered.

"What about golf?"

"My dad plays that," Chad replied.

"Horseback riding?"

Brock shook his head.

While Brigitte looked at her tablet a statuesque brunette in business jacket and pencil skirt walked past and all three boys snapped their heads around to watch her.

"Who is that?" Chad asked.

"Oh, that is Ms. Eileen Calano," Brigitte replied. "She is the resort manager."

"Is that why she wasn't wearing a necklace like you?" Lance wondered.

"Oui," she nodded.

"Huh, so there's no chance we could fuck her?" Chad frowned. The brunette shook her head. "Dudes, let's go to the bar."

"What about the gym?" Brock suggested.

"Or the pool?" Lance asked.