Laughing slightly, Spencer placed a strawberry in between Ashley’s teeth, but not before placing a quick kiss there. She was feeling very brave at the moment and Ashley simply couldn’t get enough of the blonde’s boldness.  She wasn’t teased to this extent often and even when she was teased by girls, she at least knew she would get them in the end, but with Spencer she couldn’t be sure.

To Spencer’s right she saw Glen bent over his partner, ready for the go. So she too got herself into position, well actually she didn’t really move she stood, taking deep breathes preparing herself for the go.

“Okay participants remember you must do everything in the correct order, or else it’s a fail. That means the honey first, and then the milk shot, and then the strawberry ok? Go!” Paul shouted. Spencer was a bit slow off the mark, but her fast tongue made up for her slow start. The pressure of Ashley’s un-broken record was only making her move faster, as was the subtle moans coming from the brunette lying on the table.

The milk went down soothingly, taking away the sticky roughness of the honey that had coated her throat. Her mouth was soon fastened onto Ashley’s taking the strawberry. Admittedly not as quickly as she could have, but in her defence Ashley had held her head and kissed her hard, when she had tried to take it.

Pulling back, Spencer gasped for air. Talk about taking a girl’s breathe away. Recovering quickly Spencer looked over to see how her brother was fairing at this new game. And to her surprise and delight, her so called sex god of a brother was just taking the milk shot. Clearly he had exaggerated in his talents.

Suddenly Paul grabbed a hold of Spencer’s hand and pumped it into the air along with his own; she shook it around something fierce. The blonde looked horrified as she was paraded around the stage, her hand being held high without her consent.

“That is one talented tongue Miss Carlin” Ashley husked in the girls ear, sex laced her voice. Spencer just wanted to drop, her legs nearly folding beneath her when Ashley nipped her ear.

Of course the younger started to blush when she noticed that Paul had put her and Ashley in the centre of the stage, all eyes upon them. She dropped her head as she unsuccessfully tried to get the hand that Paul was shaking around back.

“And we have our champions. Let’s hear it for Ashley Davies and Spencer Carlin!” Paul hooted and whooped along with the crowd, he then finally let Spencer’s hand go back to her side. The crowd screamed and chanted out their names as loud as they possibly could.

Ashley grinned like a mad woman, soaking up the crowd’s energy. In the background the chorus to Queen’s ‘we are the champions’ played through the speakers. Smiling smugly Ashley threw her arm around Spencer’s shoulders and gave her a cheeky grin and quick peck on the cheek.

Subtly Ashley slipped a piece of card into the cup of Spencer’s bikini top; she smirked and winked when Spencer looked up at her curiously. And without a word a one last wave and dramatic bow tot he crowd Ashley slipped off of the stage, using the back steps.

The music started up again at its ear popping volume. Spencer took this as her cue to leave the stage, on her way off she grabbed a hold of a pouting Glen’s hand and dragged him off the stage along with her.

After dancing a little with some of the other partiers, the Carlin offspring decided that it was time to head back to the hotel and settle in properly. Clay and Glen were up front talking away, well it was more like Clay was listen half heartedly while Glen moaned and groaned about losing to his little sister at tasks that her consider to be his speciality.

Ignoring her brothers, Spencer studied the card that she held tightly in her hand. It was the card that Ashley had slipped into her top. All that was printed on the pristine whit card was the hotel name and its number. Being totally confused about what she was meant to be doing with the card, she decided not to think too much on it. It wasn’t like she was planning on seeing Ashley again anyway.

~*~

By 10:00pm Glen and Clay were knocked out in their beds. Spencer on the other hand was having trouble sleeping on the lumpy sofa bed where she had no choice, but to sleep. As when they first arrived she was the last to enter the room, so her oh so considerate brothers had already claimed the single beds.