EXT. – Rooftop bar of Huntington Hotel, Santa Monica. Night.

Franny is celebrating her birthday on a trip to Los Angeles, with a group of girlfriends, including Lela, who has brought along a group of horny Italian tourists.

The five of them, handsome and manicured, circle around her, like birds of prey, and one by one take jabs at what may be their next meal.

Italian #1
Aye mi amor, what is your nationality?

Italian #2
Your dark hair, your lips, your curves…

Italian #3
She must be Italian, are you Italian?

Franny
No I’m not Italian, but keep guessing…

Italian #2
Brazilian!

Italian #4
No you idiot! She’s Russian!

Franny
Why do people always think I’m Latina?

Italian #1
It is your big, beautiful features, mi amor…

Lela
Excuse us.

Lela grabs Franny’s arm and they approach the bar for another drink.

Franny
They’re cute–in that “Look at my big Italian cock” sort of way.

Lela
I thought you’d like your birthday present.

Italians 2 and 3 appear from nowhere.

Italian #3
Are you buying your own drink?

Italian #2
We know you’re independent, but please, let us.

INT. – Los Angeles Apartment. Hours later.

The apartment where the Italians are staying is reminiscent of a European cigar lounge. The couch and carpet are red, mirrors cover the walls, ash trays are scattered across glass tables and countertops and there is enough vodka to feed a Russian army.

Lela is sitting on the couch with three of the men, smoking a cigarette, while Italian #4 whispers something into her ear.

Italian #2
Who is coming into the hot tub with me?

Franny is pouring herself some vodka and tonic at the bar, stirring contemplatively. Then she looks at Italian #3.

Franny
I would love to go in, but dear me, I don’t have a bathing suit!

Italian #2
What’s a bathing suit?

Lela
Very funny.

Italian #3
You have your underwear, yes?

Franny
Um…let me check.

Franny lifts the waistband of her skirt and peeks in.

Franny
Yup, looks like I have some on today.

Italian #3
Gorgeous. Let’s go.

EXT. – Backyard Jacuzzi. Night.

Both men help Franny hop the fence. She struggles in her skirt, trying not to give too much away too quickly. She knows it will happen, but it must happen her way.

Franny
You two are such gentleman.

She lets them enter the jacuzzi first, in their Euro-briefs, then waits till she has their full attention to strip down.

As she peels of her shirt, she sees through the water that Italian #2 is already hard, a true stallion. She slips into the water, in just her lace thong and bra, and sits on a separate end of the hot tub, flashing Italian #3 a luring look.

Italian #2 moves closer, and Franny squirms a little. Clearly her eyes are set on number 3.

The two move in on her. First #2 kisses her. She breaks away, keeping it breif, then she pulls #3 over and has her way with his mouth.

Franny
Have you two ever kissed before?

Italian #3
No, we like girls. Do we seem gay to you?

Franny
I didn’t ask if you were gay, just if you had kissed.

Italian #2
No of course not. We’re not fags.

Franny rolls her eyes at the bigoted comment.

Franny
Well if you want to do anything to me, you will have to do it to each other first.

Italian #2
Are you serious?

Italian #3
I don’t know if we’re really into that.

Franny
Well that’s too bad then. I hold to it.

She grins deviously.

Italian #2
That’s bullshit. You ask too much.

Franny
I think not.

Italian #2
I’m out of here.

Italian #2 exits the hot-tub. Franny smiles. Italian #3 shrugs.

Franny
I just wanted to get rid of him. That worked well.

Italian #3 smiles, and then pulls her closer. His hands against her ass slightly tickle under water, which makes her want them all over her body. She feels light as he lifts her up onto his waste, her legs straddling his sides. She feels his cock, hard against her pussy as he cups one of her tits in his right hand and proceeds to take a gulp.

Franny moans in delight as they edge their way over to to the edge of the j-cuz to sit. She is sitting on his lap now, and from behind he slides the fingers of his right hand into her freshly waxed cunt, the other handing massaging her breast.

Franny
Ohhh!

Italian #3
(covering her mouth)
Shhh…the others will hear you. We don’t want them getting jealous.

Lela bursts out the door and frolics onto the back lawn.

Lela
Franny it’s time to go! We’ve been waiting for hours.

Franny
Alright don’t get your curtains in a bunch, I’m coming!

INT. – Lela’s bedroom. A few days later.

Franny is on Lela’s bed moaning in pain and squeezing her legs together.
Lela enters with a tray of ice.

Franny
It burns I tell you–it burns!!

Lela
Here put some ice on it. The doctor will give you some meds I’m sure.

Franny frantically snatches the snatch ice and rubs it–on her snatch.

Franny
Lela, promise me you will never finger fuck in a hottub! Ever!

Lela
I learned that ages ago Franny–chlorine is a pussy’s worst nightmare.
But Lord knows there is no talking you out of anything you want.

Franny smiles an endearing smile. She is proud that her friend knows her so well.