The door of the plane opened and Ryan walked out. He motioned for everyone to take a seat around the fire.

"Ladies, Gentlemen. Good evening. I see neither team finished their challenge. Care to explain?"

Izzy jumped up swinging at Niall and Mr. Sexy Quiff, "My hut was fine until these twat waffles came back from foraging.”

Louis had to pull her away from his friends. He sat her on a log next to Kelsea then sat by her all in the name of keeping her out of trouble. Yeah, Right.

Ryan chuckled and turned to Kelsea, "And what do you have to say about not gathering the food?"

"Wait? No, we had plenty of food!"

She gave Liam, Harry and Louis the evil eye and went on ranting to Ryan about how these boys must have sabotaged their work.

"Kels, it's not going to do any do any good. He's on their side, can't ya tell?"

"This just sucks, why can't we be honest and tell them we know what's going on?"

"Honestly, where's the fun in that. If they know we know, they know we won't let them tap it."

"We'll we're going to make them pay, one way or another," Kelsea whispered.

"Something you'd like to share with the rest of the class, ladies?" Ryan said impatiently.

Izzy gave Ryan pouty lips and sweetly told him no. The boys suddenly gave Ryan evil eye and Louis sat closer to Izzy, making sure Ryan didn't get any ideas. Kelsea nodded towards Louis. Izzy got an evil grin on her face and leaned over to Kelsea.

"You know what I've always wondered?"

"Good God, what Izz?"

"When Ryan is done fucking a girl, does he say "Seacrest Out!" when he gets off of them?"

Ryan winked at Izzy, seeing what she was doing, "Maybe you'll find out sometime Izzy."

Louis pulled Izzy into his lap as Harry and Liam scooted closer. They each had a predatory look on their face, clearly telling Ryan to back off. Ryan adjusted his tie and held up his note cards. Zayn and Niall flanked Kelsea and Zayn took her hand in his.

Kelsea's eyes widened and she mouthed to Izzy, “You Are So Bad."

"Anyway, time for the consequence portion. Are you ready?"

Ryan stepped in front of them with an unreadable expression.

“We’re only ready if you’re going to be the one who’ll be dishing it out Ryan… Seacrest in…”

Izzy purred, breaking away from Louis grasp, rising to her feet and running a finger up Ryan’s sexy white suit. Kelsea held back the sudden urge to purge all over Ryan’s white shoes. Ryan stood back drinking both the girls in with a smug smirk. That wasn’t supposed to be how this reality show went but, Simon never specifically said he couldn’t dish out the consequences personally.

All those years on American Idol working with Simon had made Ryan bitter. All the smart ass comments and low blow insults had really taken their toll on him over the years and this might be a good way to get a little payback. By fucking up Simon’s plans. He cleared his throat and spoke, “The ladies will accompany me to the plane and receive their 'consequences'…”

“WHAT?!” the boys all shouted jumping to their feet. Louis, Harry and Liam were standing in front of Izzy, while Niall and Zayn were cursing a blue streak while gripping Kelsea’s arms.

“Sorry boys, rules are rules. Izzy said side stepping them all, grabbing Kelsea’s hand and following Ryan back on the plane. Both girls turned just as the door was closing and blew the boys a kiss.

The boys were very displeased by this sudden turn of events. Zayn couldn’t stop swearing; Liam was pacing back and forth furiously, while the other three ran to the plane and threw whatever they could find, at it. Just the thought of their girls up there with that ‘old’ perv was seriously having an affect on them. They had to figure out a way to get them out of there, and fast.

Meanwhile, as the door snapped shut in the plane Ryan made his move grasping Izzy by the waist and pulling her body flush with his, he licked his lips. Thinking fast, Kelsea went to the drink cart, “How about a drink to relax us all first, Ryan. Then we can have a little ménage a trois.” she purred, pouring him a good stiff drink of Brandy. Then pulling the pretty crimson berries she’d picked earlier out of her pocket, she crushed them and put them in his drink.
Kelsea had picked them as they made their way back after their impromptu swim. She figured they would be good to have as, insurance, and standing here now watching as Izzy kept Ryan pre-occupied, she knew she had made the right decision.

She poured herself and Izzy a glass and walked over giving him her special concoction. “Drink baby…” Izzy cooed tipping his glass back, so he was forced to drink it all in one shot.

Kelsea winked at Izzy and shot her a smile. It would take a little while for the berries to start working so Kelsea grabbed Izzy’s hand, “We’re going to go freshen up a bit for you Ryan. You wait right there and we’ll be back.” she purred, leading her to the little bathroom at the back of the plane.

Once they were tucked safely inside, she locked the door and they waited each taking full advantage of the facilities that were at their disposal at the minute. It didn’t take long before they heard the groaning and cursing coming from Ryan.

Kelsea and Izzy giggled and opened the door making their way back out. Ryan was sitting on a chair holding his stomach, writhing in pain. Kelsea straddled him, “You ready to party Seacrest?” she whispered. He screamed in pain as another cramp radiated through his abdomen.

Izzy laughed and thought that maybe the boys needed to hear all the groans and moans, so crossing to the door she cracked it open. “AGH!” Ryan screamed again, Kelsea and Izzy stood behind the door and every time Ryan would groan, so would they.

“AH! FUCK ME RYAN!”

“YES! AH, YOUR TONGUE IS MAGICAL! YES! YES!” Kelsea added.

“DEEPER RYAN.” Izzy went on.

“MY TURN BITCH, STOP HOGGING HIS DICK!” Kelsea shouted.

Down below, the boys were running frantically around in hysterics. This was awful! They could hear every sick thing he was doing to them up there, to their girls, and they were not happy.

But Kelsea and Izzy were quite happy, they got to spend their first night on the island in the plane, with the booze, blankets, pillows, bathroom and most importantly the bacon.

It’s true what they say, revenge is a dish that is best served cold… with a side of bacon.

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