Take the cash.

You decide there is no way she is making this money legitimately. She's too careless to save this much, and too dumb to make money on her own with a business. You figure she's either selling herself or maybe ****. So pocket the money and when she freaks it's gone. You can have a little chat and straighten this out. You put everything back with the exception of a card and the cash.

You walk downstairs out to your car and call the number on the phone. A girl answers, "Candy girl's candy store. How can I help you?"

Uncertain you bullshit, "Hi, uh I was looking for someone."

The Candy Girls rep says "I'm sorry I can't help you right now, please try..."

You quickly interrupt her, "I'm sorry this is a bit embarrassing. A friend gave me this card and didn't mention anything about a password or anything. Now he's out of the country and I can't reach him. Can you help me out?"

The girl on the other end takes a minute to respond, "Who was the girl he met with?"

You try to think of some stupid name Diddy would use for a pseudonym. Then you flip over the card and look at the back. There it is in Diddy's own writing.

"Cammy, I was looking for Cammy."

"Ah, she's one of our new girls, sorry for the mix-up." The rep says, "What would you like me to arrange with Cammy?"

"Uh, I was hoping you could describe her first. Just to make sure there are no more mistakes."

"Alright Sir. Cammy is 18, 5'4, White but tanned, Athletic Build. Platinum Blond, blue eyes and C cups." She lists out a spitting image of Diddy, albeit an inch taller. "Is this what you wanted?"

"That sounds perfect, I'll..." You see your sister and friends pull up in Justine's car. "Crap, I can't talk right now. Can I call back later."

"Yes you can, but next time ask about our special 'Sugar-free Caramel Apples'."

"Thanks, what's your name beautiful?"

"It's Missy, thanks for calling!"

You note the password and the rep's name. That seemed easier than it should have been.

You grab your swim suit and walk back to the house and wave hello to the girls; Lexi, Diddy, Justine, and Melanie; they all wave back.

"Did you just get here John?" Lexi asks.

"No, just came out to grab my swim trunks."

"Alright, we're going to tan so don't be a jerk."

"I won't, I just want to relax."

Everyone heads inside and you're poolside first, you sit back in a chair facing the entrance they'll take. Lexi, Justine, and Melanie all come down pretty quickly as well. None of them are wearing anything particularly slutty. Disappointed, you wonder where Diddy is.

"Did you lose Diddy up there?"

"No, she's just being slow." answers Lexi.

"I think she lost something, she was looking around the room." Justine points out.

"Ah" You relax and let a minute pass. "I'll be right back. I have to go drop a bomb."

"Ewww!" the girls say together.

"Don't be so crude John!" Lexi adds.

You hurry inside and up the stairs to Lexi's room, planning your next move along the way.