Keep an eye on Liz...

You decide that although Ms. Winkle could be in a little bit of a pickle, she created this situation herself, and must know what she’s getting in to. However, whatever happened to Liz was at least partially your fault, as you had given her a double dose of the chocolate chips.

Liz had managed to cover herself with an impressive amount of chocolate, way more than you would have guessed she had, and was busily licking every part of her body that she could reach. Her sports bra was coated in chocolate, and after an unsuccessful attempt at licking her bra, she started franticly pulling her bra away from her chest, apparently having lost her senses enough that she didn’t think to just pull it over her head. At any rate, it didn’t take her long to free her breasts from her bra, it she wasted no time smearing chocolate over her nipple and trying to lift it to her own mouth.

When she still couldn’t get it there she practically moaned in frustration and began looking around and the first people that caught her eye were Jarvis and Bud, who were licking butter of their fingers, and, mercifully, not each other. Liz immediately strode over to the two rednecks that she would normally give the time of day. The two were polar opposites, Jarvis tall and bony, whereas Bud was squat and fat. Both were pale as could be and the contrast with Liz’s dark skin was stark. Liz must have been out of her mind, because she wasted no time at all grabbing Bud’s head and attaching it to her breast. Meanwhile Jarvis had generously offered Liz his buttered hand, which she enthusiastically accepted, taking three fingers in to her mouth and and swirling her tongue around each one individually.

It was a little disconcerting watching such a normally self-possessed person reduced to mindlessly pursuing some impulse. You’d be inclined to be upset with Ms. Winkle, except she’d apparently done it to herself as well, and anyway, everyone was clearly enjoying themselves. If Liz was being particularly relentless, it was because you’d given her your chocolate chips. You shudder slightly at the thought that she could just as easily have given you her chips, and you’d be in her place. On the other hand, judging from the look on her face, Liz was not complaining.

Liz had now moved on from Jarvis’ hands to licking butter off of Bud’s chest, which was not a pretty sight. While Liz was bent forward slightly, Jarvis poured a bowl of butter on Liz’s naked back, and began licking it off of her. You were positive that Liz would want you to try to extricate her from the situation, but convincing her of that might take drastic measures.