The Final Competition

Fuck Butt knew she had this wrapped up. Her confidence as high as she watched William, hoping he’d pick something she could beat Charlotte with.

She had gagged at cleaning the eye liner with her mouth. That may have been the grosses thing we’d ever done. She stood up, wobbled a bit, then steadied herself.

“Mauybe have a bets asps comphetition?” she asked, having great difficulty talking properly. She clearly had forgotten they already had that, and she won. She knew Wiliam liked her ass.

Charlotte jumped up “Nxo fai,r maybe havge ga tidts compcetition?”, she demanded, tipping dangerously to the left before steadying herself. Holding the side of the couch, she stood proudly. Her friend Lucy seemed to be smiling but she was too unsteady to really see clearly.

“Okay, I think I know what I want the final test to be,” William told the two drunk celebrities.

“Whbat?” both stammered.

“The person who brings the most attractive woman back here in the next 60 minutes wins,” William said.

Both stared at him. Charlotte deflated, Lucy smiled. Although entirely wasted, Lucy had a clear thought. Charlotte had no chance to win this one.

“Where shouuld wte odg?” Charlotte asked. She knew she was in trouble, she was in no condition to do anything of substance. Charlotte stumbled to the door, with Lucy walking carefully after her.

“Umay i goet drgessed propcrley?” Charlotte asked.

“Sure, go ahead,” William answered magnanimously.