Suffice to say.
Frankie ,
The *original* Frankie,
was livid to the point of gritting her teeth and grinding her molars against one another.
 
 
What had supposed to be a moment of R&R for her at the erudite spa, a time for her to simply unwind and allow her worn, sore muscles some well-deserved relaxation for once, was instantly spoiled the second her imaginary- doppelganger walked into the room: having decided to trail along and join her in the soothing humidity of the sauna’s atmosphere.  
Having been conjured long ago by one of the young minds that had visited Fosters in the past (that may or may not have been Mac no less)   a sense of envy always fills Frankie  when she spies the sight of her mirror image…namely due to the exuberant amount of ways in which they outclassed her own lithe frame. Standing a solid foot taller than her, sex appeal simply oozes off of every pore on her body along with the sufficient amount of sweat they produce, what with those utterly gorgeous melon-sized breasts they sport and the  BOVINE-levels of butt that they pack at their backside. Jealously brews within Frankie’s psyche as her eyes continue to drift over their partly exposed frame, seeing her own likeness sigh there without a single care in the world as they arc their frame backwards, chest heaving up and down beneath the thin towel that just barely conceals such a slutty, whorishly well-endowed bod such as theirs.
 As if taking notice of Frankie’s drifting eyes and the look of disdain visibly present upon their face , a sly idea worms itself into the mind of her  imaginary double, deciding to show off how *much* they surely outclass her…namely by stripping down to nothing and letting her fame truly breathe.
 
The sight of the pearly white towel dropping to the floor has Frankie letting out a gasp, pupils  constricting  as her gaze locks onto her double , unable to look away as she drinks in every inch of their unbelievable body. Clad in a lush bronze tan (what with how Frankie had her double  kept as far away from her as possible at Fosters/i.e.  kept outside) , hot  globules of sweat now trickle down her frame quite openly , shimmering brilliantly in the  dim light as they nonchalantly spread their legs. A heavy dollop of her own syrupy femcum drizzles  downwards  once her pussylips , now pleasantly parted, are exposed to the wisps of vapor swirling about her volutous body . Adding to the  viscous mix of her own excessive excretions that now  noticeably trickle down the sides of her Amazonian physique, acting in part like that of an all-natural body  lotion while  the contrastingly petite original of the two looks enviously up and down at her body and  theirs.  A twitch making itself present upon her expression as she notes how *MUCH* they outclass her,  what with her small B-cups and tiny hardly-a-bubblebutt backside  completely overshadowed by her double’s  tantalizing physique.