I really need to figure out his name. Or come up with my own. That receding hairline, those square glasses, the way he looks like he’s never had a good day in his life…
He looks like a Daryll to me.
An assistant comes over and hands each person a specific jersey color. Clearly, all the teams are pre-selected, but they don’t want the audience to know that.
“You all are going to head over there and stand in a line. Then each team will have to pass each item down the line, placing it into the final bucket over there. Only catch is you can’t use your hands. The team with the most items in their bucket at the end of the timer wins,” the assistant explains to us before gesturing to an area in the grass that has four tables set up, two with an assortment of items on each and two with large buckets on them.
She finishes the circle, handing me and Noah a red jersey before hustling back off camera. I look around to see we also have Savannah, Connor, Kenzie, Shane, Cora and Andrew.
The blue team is in a huddle, obviously taking this ultraserious with some kind of strategy. Shane gathers us up to do the same.
“Alright, no hands. You guys know what that means. Mouths, necks, tits. Whatever you got, use it,” he says.
The tits comment feels especially pointed at me since I easily have the largest ones on this team, and honestly, not a bad idea. Shane designates who should go where before the same assistant comes and reorganizes each lineup. Guess they have some ulterior motives working here. Unfortunately, those motives put me at the front.
No pressure.
I look to see Luna is at the end of her line and closest to me.
She smirks. “Get ready to lose, bitch!”
I laugh and scoff, making an L with my fingers and putting it to my forehead as both teams join in the trash-talking. Noah is beside me, and then Savannah is beside him, followed by the rest of the team.
My gaze moves to the blue team where I see Kiera in between Mason and Landon. Landon is next to Luna and seems to be taking this very seriously.
“Alright, ready, set, go!” Alex shouts as the huge clock set for two minutes begins.
I go for what looks like the easiest item, an apple. Keeping my hands by my sides, I use my biceps to squeeze my tits together, squishing the apple between them before I turn to Noah. He smirks at me for a moment before he dives into my cleavage face-first. The aggression of his dive takes my breath away, and I gasp and laugh as he manages to wiggle the apple under his chin, turning to Savannah.
She makes a show of wrapping her arms around Noah’s neck, tugging him closer to her as she nuzzles into his neck. It’s clear she’s not even trying to get the apple, which pisses me off because damnit, I’m competitiveas hell.
“Come on! Let’s go!” I shout.
That gets her going and she finally takes the apple from Noah and passes it down. Not before she shoots me an irritated glare, though. Like I give a shit.
Finally, the apple hits the bucket and I grab the next item, a banana. Okay, there’s no way in hell that’s going to work as easily as the apple between my tits. So I do the next best thing. I open my mouth and deep throat that shit, turning back to face my team, who all laugh and hoot and holler. Noah chuckles but does the same, taking it with his mouth and passing it down.
Once that hits the bucket, I’m moving on to the next item, which is a piece of paper. What the fuck? I see the blue team is already on to the piece of paper, and Kiera turns to Landon, sucking the paper against her mouth, then very intentionally letting it drop at the last minute before pressing her lips to Landon’s.
He kisses her back, but only for a moment. “Are you fucking serious? What the hell?” he snarls.
I quickly suck our piece of paper up, continuing to intake air so I keep the suction as I pass it down the line. Then I watch as Landon drops to the ground and fucking hoovers the paper all the way up before transferring it to Luna. We both drop the paper in our buckets at the same time.
I turn to the last item on the table and find a large bowl of what looks like whipped cream. What the fuck? Shane is yelling at me to hurry up, and Connor is clapping manically.
“How am I supposed to move this? The whole bowl?” I ask in a panic.
The producer, Daryll, as I’ve named him, doesn’t respond, clearly taking a backseat roll in the chaos.
They can’t mean the whole bowl. Fuck it. This is going to be nasty.
I open my mouth as wide as I can, sucking as much whippedcream into my mouth as possible before turning to Noah. He looks at me expectantly, like he’s waiting for my plan, and I gesture to his mouth. He makes a face, wrinkling his nose, then opens his mouth as wide as he can so I can spit it into his mouth. It lost a little texture, but not bad. He moves on and spits it into Savannah’s mouth who attempts to take it in a sexy way but ends up dry-heaving with it in her mouth.
With each person it’s passed to, the whipped cream gets less solid, and by the time Kenzie passes it on, it’s pure liquid. When Cora gets it, I swear to God she actually pukes in her mouth. Poor Andrew is the unlucky bastard at the end who gets the liquid cream/vomit concoction. He spits it into the bowl before dropping to his knees and retching. Our entire team is gagging and choking, except me, thank God I was first.
I look over to see the blue team is worse off than we are. Angel actually did puke, and the proof is all over Dallas’s bare feet.
Oh my God.
