[WARNING, ADULT CONTENT]
Both girls were stunning beauties.
Most of the men, other than Bo, hadn't really clocked how gorgeous Feifei was because of her serious demeanour; now her figure was on full display to them for the first time.
The commander, on the other hand, had spotted her through the binoculars at Maccas Farm, where he immediately ranked her the #2 beauty in the group, behind Delphi, in that natural mental calculation men could perform without conscious thought.
She was slim and toned with long legs, narrow hips and a sweetly curved ass. Her breasts were large and natural. She was the F cup behind, or ahead of, depending on how you looked at it, Lili's implanted G cups.
Delphi's very round hips and ass were peeping out from under her black dress as she lay across Feifei, and the commander felt himself getting very hot under the collar. The feeling was a mixture of lust and a dark possessive anger that was rising uncontrollably in him.
Pull your dress down woman! he thought irritably. What the hell was wrong with her? Where was her natural modesty?
Feifei started to fight with everything she had, trying to get her exposed lower half off 'glaring display' mode.
Unfortunately for Feifei, Delphi had no intention of losing this match, and she hunkered down, using her best pinning moves so that the girl struggled hard, but to no avail.
Delphi groped around blindly on Feifei's chest for her bikini top.
"Delphi!" cried Feifei indignantly, as the girl rummaged across her breasts. "My boobs are not bread dough, and this is not an excuse for a free feel."
Delphi gripped a triangle of Feifei's bikini top and pulled hard, unravelling it so that the girl's breasts spilled out.
Feifei was forced to stop using her arms to try and free herself, squishing one forearm down across each breast.
Lili rang the wrestling gong.
"As expected, 'O Captain! My Captain!' has prevailed, decimating our 'well-oiled' Feifei."
Delphi climbed off Feifei, braless, but still clothed, to the commander's relief.
Feifei rolled to a kneeling position, her pussy hidden between her tightly closed legs, her breasts still squished under her forearms.
She wriggled her fingers at Lili, indicating she should bring the punishment box to her shoulders, where she could reach it with her mini arms which were otherwise occupied.
Lili pulled the selected paper from Feifei's fingers.
"Pass a shot of muscat to the winner using only your mouth," she read.
"Yay!" cheered Feifei. "Payback time, Captain!"
Delphi scratched her head. This seemed more like a punishment for her than for this sozzled wildcat…
Arrie started playing a song whose chorus blasted out; "I kissed a girl, and I liked it, the taste of her cherry ChapStick."
"Someone's clearly got too much time on their hands," said Delphi, glaring daggers at Arrie.
Arrie impishly sang the words back at Delphi, tilting her head from side to side and shooting smoochy lips at her.
Delphi pointed to her own eyes with the backwards V-sign and then pointed the V at Arrie in an 'I'm watching you' gesture, her eyes narrowed at the devil girl.
Arrie stuck her tongue out at her Captain.
"Why you little…" Delphi muttered.
Lili handed the shot glass of muscat to Feifei, who picked it up and tipped it into her mouth from a distance, dropping her head back and capturing the liquid.
Feifei approached Delphi with a wicked intent in her eye and her cheeks bulging with muscat.
"Just be sensible, Feifei," said Delphi, holding her hands out to stop the girl. "Remember I'm your superior officer… Don't go overboard… Mmmmph…"
Feifei gripped Delphi like a man kissing a woman, one hand around her waist, one hand behind her head. She leaned forwards, tipping Delphi backwards so that one of Delphi's feet lifted in the air, pointing skywards. Then, she smashed her lips to Delphi's, forcing her mouth open with her tongue, stifling Delphi's protests with a big mouthful of muscat which hit the back of Delphi's throat hard, the excess sticky liquid tricking down their cheeks as Feifei followed up with a French kiss.
Delphi couldn't even cough as the liquid burned down her throat and Feifei's soft lips pressed hard against hers.
It felt so wrong, and the song didn't capture the feeling at all. There was no, 'it felt so right'. There was just… an off feeling like she was kissing her sister.
She moved to push Feifei off her now that the muscat had been passed between them, but Feifei hadn't finished with her yet.
The commander had a pretty good idea of where that drunken lieutenant of Delphi's was heading. She planned to repay Delphi for baring her pussy.
Although ogling the two of them was sexy as fuck, he watched the girl like a hawk in case she went too far with his woman.
Yep, there it was. As expected!
Feifei's hand was creeping up from Delphi's waist to the top of her dress while she was 'otherwise distracted'.
The intoxicated girl moved her body out of the way so that Delphi would be on display when she pulled her dress down.
No way! The commander wasn't putting up with that!
Without any thought whatsoever, he broke his own rules and vaulted over the balcony, landing with a thump in a crouch on the mats below.
The commander's appearance was closely followed by seven other thuds as his men joined him.
The coloured lights played over the eight men as they stood a short distance from the eight young women, predatory intent clear in their eyes.
"About time Commander," said Niko, his eyes glued on Indy.
"I thought you'd never move," said Baer, grinning at Loveday.
"I was starting to wonder if you have ice in your veins instead of being a red-blooded man," Wolf complained, locking eyes with Arrie.
The girls looked across the divide at the men as Arrie's song hit the bridge; "Us girls, we are so magical, soft skin, red lips, so kissable, hard to resist, so touchable. Too good to deny it…"
"DJ Arrie strikes again," muttered Delphi, as Feifei released her.
She readjusted her dress and stood facing the commander, looking good enough to eat.
"Sorry to crash your party, Miss Chastain, but it looks like you might be missing the other half of the equation…"
"Well, you know what they say Prince Alton, a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle. Welcome to the party. Help yourselves to some muscat."