"So, what happened to your dad?" You ask Janice, afraid to find out the answer. "I've seen you with him in your graduation photos?"
"He and mom split up when I was maybe eight? Genna flew him out for graduation as a favor to me." Janice explained
"I wanted to rub his nose in what he missed out on, raising this beautiful girl!" Genna said happily.
"We finally had the face to face talk my counselor thought needed to happen, and it was good!" Janice smiled. "We email now and then, and I don't resent him for leaving. Mom's hard to live with."
"You said it, not me." Genna flipped her hair and gave a passing jogger in an eye-popping yellow sports bra and athletic shorts a once-over. The jogger managed to flip around and run backward a few steps to check her out in return.
You're relieved that the app didn't somehow kill Geoff, but also astonished how far reaching changing just a word can be.
"So Genna, how did you get rich?" You ask.
"Oh so Now you're interested, huh?" Genna teases you.
"Cut it out! You are not stealing another boyfriend from me." Janice said.
"Another?!" You ask. You've been dating Janice for a couple years, so you hope she meant her college boyfriends before you, and not that Genna was dating underage teens.
"I didn't mean to, they were just so cute, like Labrador puppies! You can't see one and not want to play with it." Genna said defensively.
"Genna has a bad habit of thinking with her coochie." Janice snapped.
"You're not wrong, but they could have said 'no'." Genna argued.
"I'm not surprised you got divorced if that's been going on for so long." You say.
"Oh I divorced Alice. She knew from the start I have large appetites and agreed to an open relationship." Genna sighed and squared her shoulders. "To answer your questions, while I inherited a sum of seed money, most of my wealth comes from patents I've filed. I may not act like it while on vacation, but I'm a chemical engineer and my company owns processes for astro-proofing a number of delicate parts for satellites. And if I get my way, for space stations too."
You gape at the busty beauty, who frowns at you.
"It's not fair! I'm here to have fun and you've got me talking about work." Genna groused.
"You're the one who flaunted your money at him." Janice accused.
"Oh he seemed to like some other things I was flaunting earlier." Genna replied.
"You said you weren't flirting! You liar!" Janice seemed actually upset.
"I wasn't trying to flirt, they pretty much flaunt themselves!" Genna protested gesturing at her boobs.
"You know what? If that's the way this is going to go, I'm just going to give you a chance to get your hooks into him. Better I know now than finding out in a few months he's been boffing you on the side." Janice storms ahead leaving you and Genna staring after her.
"Look, you're cute, well built, and you blush nice, but I'm not losing Janice over a boy toy." Genna said.
You nod. "You've got an amazing body, but I'm pretty firmly into Janice. And monogamy."
Genna nods back at you. "Mutual appreciation then, without any benefits. Mores the pity."
You're tempted to check the app to see if she's being honest, then realize you ought to be using it on Janice to make sure she doesn't stay mad. Not changing her, necessarily, but getting some insight from the prompt like you got earlier with Geoff.
At the restaurant you leave the girls at the table to talk while you head to the restroom. The geolocator has enough range you can select Janice once you're settled in a stall. "Young woman afraid she'll lose her boyfriend." it read. Pretty on the nose, and not something you can change easily. You refresh it a couple times, noticing it sometimes includes physical descriptions, and other times preferences and attitudes. What you need, you think, is a way to convince Janice that Genna isn't interested in you. You try checking Genna's prompt but nothing suggests itself.
While pondering you click over to Emma's prompt. "Excited 23 year old showing off her B cups." You pause for a moment wondering if she'll still be an exhibitionist after Genna leaves, or if it's just for her maybe sugar-momma? Wait, Genna keeps checking out girls' racks, maybe if you help Emma land her interest Janice will calm down? You select the 'B' and debate how big to make them. Go big or go home you decide and press 'D' then confirm. It's not until afterwards you notice your finger must have slipped, because Emma is apparently now the owner of F cup tits.
You pause in the hallway before heading back to the table. Emma is indeed now rocking some jugs almost as big as Genna's. her top still shows a fair amount of cleavage, because Emma has a lot to share, but it's cut more modestly. If skin tight electric blue spandex can be said to be modest. Genna for her part is giving Emma nearly all her attention.
"Hey babe, what'd I miss?" You ask Janice as you slide in next to her.
"The mammazons were competing over the cost of their underwear, then moved on to discussing the merits of back massages over chiropractic care, given the weight of their chests, and now I think they're just barely keeping from tearing eachother's clothes off right here at the table. They're completely oblivious to us, by the way."She concluded drily.
"You're okay with her going after your bestie?" You ask.
"I mean, eh?" Janice shrugged. "Genna has a type, and Emma fits that type to a T." She smiles at you. "And better her than you babe."
You share a kiss then flush as you realize the other two have stopped talking to watch you.
"I could still get that Champaign delivered to my hotel?" Genna offers.
"No thanks," You say, "lunch will be fine. Janice and I have a seminar this afternoon."
"Oooh, too bad for you, Emma said, "I'm wide open for the rest of the day!" She snaked a glance at Genna, who was smiling indulgently at her double entendre.
"I suspect Emma and I can find some way to entertain ourselves while you study." Genna said with a languid smile.