“Glen Carlin” Glen said with a little too much pride.

“Spencer” The blonde mumbled, really not wanting to be the centre of attention.

“Okay party people lets get this P.A.R.T.Y started! Okay so first things first, what are we going to start with hmm? Will it be Body shots or maybe some Crème cleaning?” Ashley asked. She pointed the microphone towards the growing crowd, waiting for their response.

Spencer’s blue eyes doubled in size. She hadn’t planned on taking part in any sort of contest, games or events that was traditional at these sorts of parties. The crowd screamed and chanted for the ‘Crème Cleaning’, not that Spencer had a clue what that involved apart from that it must involve some sort of cream.

“Crème cleaning it is.” This was just one of many of Ashley’s special talents, the crowd of course knew of this. They did follow the notorious partier to which ever party she was attending. Ashley had never lost at this game, and it often helped that she was always cleaning off a hot girl.

“Here we go hot shot, cream up your partner.” Ashley said handing Glen one of the whip cream canisters. She grinned devilishly towards Spencer, who was again blushing and looking for the closet escape route from the stage.

“Eww, I can’t lick cream off of Spencer. She’s my sister.” Glen spat, disgusted. He pulled a face, one that matched Clay, who was still standing in the crowd watching his siblings up on the stage. He looked on at Spencer with the deepest sympathy; he noted that she actually looked like she was going to be physically sick at the thought of it all.

“Ooh okay, well how about you pick a new partner and I’ll do you sister.” Ashley offered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at Spencer, who of course blushed heavily. The innuendo wasn’t lost on the crowd and they cheered their approval loudly.

Ashley took hold of Spencer’s hand and led her over to the tables that were set out on the stage especially for this type of competition.  She handed Uncle Paul the microphone and helped Spencer up on to the high table. There were camera’s planted on the sides of the table, which linked up to the widescreens on the side of the stage, each camera showing different angles on what was happening.

“Oh hang on your going to have to strip to your suit sweets.” Ashley purred. Spencer chuckled nervously as she hoped off the table and started to peel each item of clothing off until she was down to her navy blue bikini. She then hopped back up on to the table. She closed her eyes, wishing herself to be gone, away from here.

When the younger girl was dressing down, Ashley was practically drooling over her. Spencer had stripped slowly which made it more of a show than she had meant it to be. She hadn’t even realised the crowd’s reaction as she stripped down. They were most definitely, loving it. Boys and girls alike screamed of her hotness.

Paul snapped Ashley out of her fantasy of the blonde, by handing her a cream canister so that she could start setting up for the game.

The opposite team was finally assembled when Glen walked back up to the stage with a pretty red head following behind him. He picked the girl up and put her on the table, picking up the can of cream he started making the trails along her body.

“This is Candice.” Glen announced as he and his partner approached the tables.

On Ashley’s side she had already done Spencer’s lower half, so she was moving up and onto her chest. She trailed the cream from Spencer’s navel to just under her breasts.