<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UsVel29.jpg?1)</div>Name: Brittney Keller<br/>Day: Day 1 |  9 a.m.<br/>Outfit:  Bikini in Photo<br/>Mood:  Excited<br/>Music inspired:<br/><hr/>How may I serve you?<em>Was he a sub?</em>It was her first thought.  Maybe because he went to the bar instead of over to where she and Sam had stood.  Or perhaps it was because he seemed more interested in talking to Jay then striking up a conversation.  Maybe she just wasn't his type?<br/><br/>That last thought was quickly brushed away when he smiled and turned a phrase.  She flashed her own pearly whites back.<strong>"Ah dunno.  Somethin' strong.  A lil' sweet.  Ah want somethin' that'll make me feel warm and tingly all over,"</strong>she responded to Stephen's question.<br/><br/>A smirk which turned into a grin was given to Jay when he mimicked her accent.<strong>"Y'all makin' fun o' me?"</strong>She teased back.<br/><br/>Her brow quirked when Stephen seamlessly slipped into his N'awlin's drawl.<strong>"Ah've always wanted to go to Mardi Gras.  Maybe this'll be the year?"</strong><br/><br/>Brittney's jaw dropped again when Sam spoke about blow jobs.  It took her a moment  to realize the brunette was talking about the drink.<strong>"Think ah'd prefer "Sex on the Beach","</strong>she glanced at Stephen from the corner of her eye.<em>Damn, Sam moves fast,</em>she thought.  Though, making a BBC her own personal lollipop had it's appeal.  Stephen's mention of a slow comfortable screw had its merits too.<strong>"Ah wouldn't mind one o' those, either.  Dealer's choice?"</strong><br/><br/>When Stephan brought up body shots,  a mischievous grin instantly formed upon Brittney's lips.  Her eyes traveled along his well toned abs and she couldn't help but suck her bottom lip between her teeth.<strong>"Ah'm game if you are,"</strong>she said as her hazel eyes met his.<br/><br/>Wow, things were moving fast.  Were they currently being filmed?  O.M.G. there was no way this footage was going to find it's way onto the cutting room floor.  Hopefully the producers show a bit of taste.  It was going to be prime time television, wasn't it?  She had those thoughts, momentarily, but the seductive yearning to experience Jay's and Stephen's lips and mouth on her body was too much to resist.  Besides, she loved the attention, and she would be getting plenty of it once the liquor was poured.<br/><br/>She almost missed Stephen's omission of "hitting the jackpot".  Was the guy just playing disinterested, or was he really that distant?  Gawd, he was easy on the eyes, and that smile of his made her knees weak, but his aloofness felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice on her.<br/><br/>Jay, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what buttons to push.  His mention of everyone getting involved made her even hornier.  She pictured herself kissing Sam while three pairs of hands caressed her skin.  Maybe they could pull two beds together and have a big ol' orgy.  No one said she had to limit herself to one sleeping partner.<br/><br/>Brittney wasn't sure who Stephen was calling "gorgeous".  His wink made her think he'd been talking to her, but she'd want a bit more attention and affection than a meager term of endearment.  She knew too many guys simply tossed those out when they couldn't remember her name.<br/><br/><strong>"Why don't you try'n figure it out, dahlin'?"</strong>she said coyly.