Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
But then a hum runs through the room as music comes in through the speakers. Our MC gets out on stage, and as usual, John is dressed outlandishly. He’s wearing a large cowboy hat, no shirt, tight jeans, and spurs.
“Hey y’all, thanks for coming to the Krazy Kat tonight!” he cheers. “You ready for some finger-lickin’ fun? I know I am! Alright, let’s get our fingers wet and get ready for the contest to begin! Okay Marlene, bring out our lovely contestants tonight!” With that a drum roll plays, and a line of girls file out onto the stage. They’re attractive enough. Some of the girls are really young, barely eighteen from the looks of it, but they’re still legal.
I survey the girls critically. In keeping with the current trend, most of the women are very thin, with skinny legs and even skinnier arms. I’m not really impressed, until I see the girl at the very end. Now this, I’d like to get a piece of. She’s absolutely gorgeous, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a curvy figure. Her breasts are big, and her hips generously wide as she sways onto the stage. The woman looks stunned, come to think of it, blinking under the harsh lights. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, that’s a piece of pizza in her hand. Really? They’re letting the girls compete while simultaneously eating pizza now?
The girl starts as she looks out at the crowd, her mouth open and closing silently in shock. Then, she makes to run off the stage, but it’s too late. The staff’s already started the hose, and they’re dousing the girls one by one. Honestly, it happens so fast that the curvy girl still has her half-eaten slice of pizza in hand when they get to her. One minute, she’s totally dry, and then the next, the hose sprays her and she’s utterly drenched.
But unlike the other girls, she’s not dancing and wiggling beneath her wet t-shirt. No, she’s stock still, and then she looks down before looking back up with utter horror in her eyes because holy shit, but the buxom brunette’s not wearing a bra. The other girls have bikini tops underneath their t-shirts, but this girl… oh fuck. The wet shirt clings to those perfect double-D’s, the cold water making her nipples stiffen in the sexiest way. Those huge breasts are soft, pillowy, and utterly visible beneath the drenched fabric. Even more, her shorts seem to be see-through too, and the crowd can see the faint shadow of a tiny thong at her crotch. Fuck. I’m immediately hard, just like every other man here.
The crowd roars in appreciation around me, and the announcer chuckles.
“Apparently, we’ve already got a winner,” he caws. “You just won a thousand dollars, honey! Congratulations to Number 10, over on the left side!” John takes her arm and lifts it in victory as the crowd roars again. However, the woman looks more shocked than anything, the piece of pizza still dangling from her hand.
Meanwhile, I eye those big breasts with their clearly-visible nipples again. It’s my job to give her the grand prize, and I head back to my office with a plan whirling in my head. This curvy girl is going to get more than a check. She’s going to get a piece of me as well, and I’m betting that she likes it.
3
Rachel
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OMG, I haven’t felt this humiliated since I was in middle school and accidentally flashed my entire class when I tripped over a bully’s outstretched leg. In fact, that seems small compared to this because back then, I was wearing underwear. Really, all my classmates saw was a patch of white cotton, and then I managed to scramble up.
By comparison, today, everything’s out there. My t-shirt is completely see-through and my girls are huge and creamy, doing their thing. Fuck me, why did I agree to Patty’s crazy idea in the first place?
My friend’s looking at me with a horrified stare as well, but she’s in a much better place because at least she wore a bra. I guess when I got ready this morning, I figured it wasn’t a huge deal. After all, my t-shirt is an extra large, and I wanted to be comfortable. No one was going to be able to tell.
But now, it’s all over. The soft cotton sticks to my skin as rivulets of water run down my neck. Even worse, the water’s somewhat cold, so my nipples jut out like stiff strawberries, much to the delight of the men in the audience. Quickly, I try to shield my breasts with my arms, but really, what’s the point? Everyone’s already seen everything—including my panties. In fact, I see a few of the girls scramble to undo their bikini tops to stay in the competition, but it’s too late. The MC holds up my arm and declares me the winner.