To their room, but first, a little shopping.

The West Aussie lovelies enjoyed the appreciative looks from the resort hotel's crowd as they made their way from the observation deck to the bank of elevators in the building's mid-section. It wasn't difficult to see why the pair garnered such attention. The beauteous surf buddies were still in the swimwear they wore from much earlier in the day, when they won the surf competition's bikini contest. They had just parted from the company of Barry and Larry, reps from the brewery that had sponsored the contest, and had promised to do their best to meet again at the competition's after-party.

"Are you sure you really want to go to this party, Robyn?" asked the buxom brunette concernedly as they approached the elevator doors. "I know you get cranky when you don't get eight hours sleep!" Emma smiled as she gently elbowed her more petite friend.

Robyn paid little attention to her friend's jibe, looking at her friend a little dreamily, her eyes glazed from the long day and the longnecks of Toohey's she had been partaking of. "This Larry's a nice sort. I would like to see him again. You don't mind if we go?" the lithe blonde asked as the two stepped through the opened lift's doors.

"Not at all. Remember, the pro surfers and the surf mags are supposed to be there as well," replied Emma as she readied to hit the floor button as she waited for the doors to close.

"What are these? after-parties like?? I don't want to look out of place," Robyn wondered concernedly.

"I have no idea, Robs," Emma answered. She hit the button for the beach level. The elevator slowly began to drop a floor lower. "Why don't we take a little peek while we're nearby?" said Emma as they stepped out into a hallway just across from the beach patio.

The bikinied beauties peeked inside the beachfront dining area. Most of the long room's folding doors were open to the sea breeze, the many potted palms gently fluttering. Even though the event was nearly two hours away, they could tell it was looking to be quite the affair. Hotel staff were setting table linen on what looked to be a buffet table and an ice sculpture was in the process of being completed. Of course, the sponsors were well represented. Large tubs of Toohey's in beds of ice were being prepared, as well as an elaborate surf gear display by Billabong.

"We'll definitely need to do some shopping!" Emma said as she grabbed her friend's small tanned hand and led her back to the elevator like a small child.

Minutes later, the pair stepped back into the elevator again for the ride to their room to get washed up and ready for the rest of their big night.

"Didn't the hotel's boutique have the most fantastic things, Robs? We're going to knock 'em dead tonight," puffed Emma, as usual, exuding confidence.

"The outfits are gorgeous, what there is of them!" snickered Robyn, somewhat self-consciously.

"I'm sure there'll be no complaints!" the brunette replied. "By the way, where is your trophy?"

"Oh, the desk clerk said he'd have it taken to our room," answered Robyn.

"Good. Then, we can go straight to our room. You never did tell me the room number, Robs," Emma said as her fingers were poised before the bank of white buttons on the elevator wall.

"Oh, right." The diminutive blonde reached for the card on the lanyard around her neck and read aloud,"P1".

Emma's jaw just dropped. Then she regained her composure enough to press one of the top buttons. She looked at Robyn, realizing the fluffy-haired blonde didn't have a clue where they were heading.

Over two hours later, the pair were back in the elevator for the ride down to the after-party. The lovely Aussies were dressed to kill. Having bathed, primped, and perfumed, they now checked each other out in the mirrored back of the elevator. Both wore identical outfits, but in different colors. Emma was tucking away the extra cardkey in her small shoulder bag.

Emma's light tan was offset by a metallic bikini of coppery bronze, the cord of the top fighting to harness her lush tits. The bikini's bottom was high-cut, but partially obscured by a translucent wrap of the same color, the metallic thread catching the light. It draped her legs to nearly her ankles. Her stiletto heels matched the outfit as well. Even the glittery mascara she added was the same bronze shade.

Robyn's deeper tan was offset by an outfit of gold, the bikini's bra hugging her little titties tight to her chest as the bottom did the same to her pert butt. Her dress-like wrap twinkled like there were little stars up and down her lean legs. Her inquisitive eyes had a smattering of gold about them as well. Emma had braided the pretty blonde's hair back into cornrows, giving her an exotic look. Robyn was still going on to Emma about their accommodations.

"Can you believe that, Ems! A penthouse suite! I almost didn't want to leave!" she sighed, sounding almost like a love struck schoolgirl.

"Makes me wonder what you did to that desk clerk to get such an upgrade, Robs!" Emma slyly smiled, hoping to ground the girl a bit.

It seemed to have worked. Robyn looked at her, doing a slow burn. "I told you what happened and that's the truth!" she scowled.

"I'm just playin' with you, Robs!" Emma smiled, putting a comforting hand on her peeved friend's back.

The two entered the party, after showing the invitations they had to the man at the door. After sticking the silvery cards back in their matching little metallic purses, they each gratefully grabbed a glass of champagne from an offered tray.

Through the large crowd, Robyn saw Larry on his own, and waved to him. Emma, meanwhile, spied Derek Britedeck, today's winner, chatting amiably with a group assembled around him. He looked mouthwateringly attractive to her, his long hair sexily mussed, a palm frond print shirt opened most of the way before it tucked into a pair of loose fitting khaki dress slacks.

"Let's split up for now, divide and conquer!" Emma teased.

Robyn simply nodded in agreement before she headed in the dumbstruck Larry's direction.