“Hang about, what are your names?” Paul asked, pointing the mic in Spencer and Glen’s direction.

“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.