The Island Resort of Paris

The pop star Britney Spears had been wishing for a vacation. When someone liked her needed to get away, there was one person whom to get a hold off: billionare heiress Paris Hilton.

Sure enough, Paris suggested a getaway on a private, remote resort on a small South Pacific island with a few friends of Paris' choosing. Britney quickly agreed to that plan, feeling a private resort in a tropical paradise was the perfect place to unwind.

By the next day, Britney had snuck out of her house a few hours before the impeding arrival of her similiar-looking replacement the papparazzi could chase. To make sure no one followed her, she changed limos in mid-ride before heading to LAX and a private Learjet in one of the hangers.

She quickly boarded the plane and was shown to her seat by the stewardess near the front of the plane. Just before the plane took off, Paris herself showed up.

"Britney, darling," Paris said holding out both arms. "How are you doing? Come here and give me a hug!"

Britney did so and was warmly embraced by the heiress. As they pulled apart, the pop star wondered. Did one of Paris' hand linger on one of her butt cheeks?

"Enjoy yourself. It's going to be a long flight. If you need some rest, the stewardess has some sleeping pills," Paris said. "Two of those pills and the next thing you'll know, we'll practically be landing on my island resort with no snooping fans, paparazzi or disappointing boyfriends for miles around."

"Sounds like fun. Where are your other guests?"

"They'll show up over time," Paris replied somewhat vaguely. "A few are already aboard this plane, but they don't want to be disturbed. They're resting right now. Others will show up after we are already at the place."

So Britney got some sleeping pills and soon fell asleep. By the time she woke up again, Paris herself was shaking her. "Come on, Brit. Time to get up so I can show off my island. Not even my sister Nicky knows about it."

So Britney walked down from the plane and noticed a jazzy red sports convertible parked right beside the Learjet. Paris herself walked past her and up to the car. "Get in, Brit. The others are coming shortly. Ah, here comes one of them right now."