by Ivy Smoak
That fucking bitch! She sabotaged my dancers' costumes to try to throw me off!
I started my weird samba/twerk combo dance again while my backup dancers fanned out to form a circle around me. I couldn't believe it, but the dance was almost over. It really had gone by in a flash. Probably not for the guys though. I could only imagine how mortified they were that they had accidentally gotten nude in front of thousands of people.
The only problem was that I didn't know if I had done enough to win gold. I wasn't the best dancer and the wardrobe malfunction may have hurt us more than helped us.
The next move involved me going to the front of the stage, so that gave me an opportunity to look at the judges' faces. They all looked moderately entertained, but their expressions weren't enough to make me feel super confident that I was going to win gold. Fuck. I had to do something. Time was running out.
Should I take my bra off like Gabriela did? I pushed the thought out of my mind as quickly as it had come. But when I turned around and saw all my backup dancers standing there with their cocks out, I knew I had to do it. They hadn't even flinched when it had happened to them. If they were willing to do that, I could certainly take my bra off. Thank God for these pasties.
I unhooked my bra and covered myself with one arm as I turned back towards the crowd. The crowd cheered as I threw my bra off the stage. And they cheered even louder when I moved my other hand off my breasts.
I kept my arms up for a few seconds before two of the guys came around and held an American flag in front of me.
From practice, I knew that Bryce would be to my left. I couldn't help myself from glancing down to see which erection belonged to him. I was not at all disappointed.
"Did you guys mean to whip your cocks out?" I said to Bryce. I felt like I had to yell to talk to him over the cheer of the crowd.
"No. I think someone sabotaged them," he replied.
"Gabriela. That bitch!" I looked over to the side stage. Gabriela was standing there in her thong and pasties with a stupid smirk on her face. First she stole my boyfriend to mess with my head before our volleyball match, and now she sabotaged the costumes for my dance. I can't let this bitch win gold.
The music cut out and the crowd cheered. But they weren't cheering nearly as loud as they did for Gabriela. It was obvious that she was going to get the gold and Brazil was going to win the medal count, and it was all my fault.
"Think I did enough to win?" I asked.
"You did incredible, Alina. But honestly, no. I mean, Gabriela made out with someone at the end of her dance and only got a 15 for sensuality."
"Shit, we should have put a kiss in."
"There's still time."
"Okay, take your mask off."
"That's too complicated. And anyway, you're going to have to outdo Gabriela in order to beat her." He glanced down at his erection.
What?! "You want me to give you a blowjob in front of thousands of people?" Shit, maybe he wasn't joking about not waiting to get off stage before fucking me.
He shrugged. "They'll just be able to see the shadow behind the flag. If anyone asks, you can just say you didn't actually do it."
"No way, Bryce."
"Alright. I guess silver is pretty good."
I looked over at Gabriela again. Chris was standing next to her and she was saying something to him. My blood started to boil. I couldn't imagine Gabriela up on that gold podium looking down at me with my silver. Again.
My eyes returned to Bryce's cock. If I had been thinking clearly, I would have told him he was crazy. But I wasn't thinking clearly. My desire to beat Gabriela combined with my starved sex drive overpowered my rationale with surprising ease. Fuck it. "This better get me the gold."
Before I could change my mind, I dropped to my knees and grabbed his erection. It was huge. I could have easily fit both hands on it. But this wasn't a handjob. This was a fucking blowjob. I pumped my hand down his length as I swirled my tongue around the tip. I looked up to see the look on his face as I took him into my mouth, but all I could see was his creepy American flag morph suit covering his face.
Cheers and some gasps erupted from the crowd when they saw the silhouette of what I was doing behind the flag. My dance track started pumping through the speakers again.
God, this was so hot. After all this waiting, I was finally able to have him. With the cheers as encouragement, I brought my hand up to meet my mouth and then slid my hand and my lips down his shaft in unison. Bryce moaned loudly. I pulled back and started bobbing up and down to the beat of the music.
"By the way, why do you keep calling me Bryce?" he asked.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. "What!?"
"Yeah, I'm not Bryce. That's Bryce." He pointed to the guy holding the other side of the flag.
"Shit, are you serious?" I tried to think back to practice. I could have sworn Tim was always standing on this side of the flag, which meant Bryce should have been there in his place. Maybe I switched the sides in my head though. Fuck.
He nodded.
I turned to the actual Bryce. "Oh my God, Bryce." I put my hand over my mouth. "I'm so sorry. I thought that was you."
"It's my fault," he said, shaking his head. "I went to the wrong side of the flag."
With me still on my knees, his erection was only a few inches away from my face. I didn't know if he would ever forgive me for blowing some other guy, but the only thing my irrational, oversexed mind could come up with to make it up to him was to blow him too.
I grabbed his cock and went right to sucking, trying to do better than I had done on the fake Bryce to show him how sorry I was.
The crowd cheered even louder than before. And they cheered even louder when the guys dropped the flag.
Holy. Shit. Having everyone see the silhouette of me giving head behind the American flag was one thing. I could have said it was an illusion, that I didn't really do it. But now, with the flag on the ground, everyone could clearly see that it was no illusion. I was on my knees, on stage, in front of thousands of live spectators and millions more on TV, with my lips wrapped around Bryce's penis.
I immediately pulled back. "What the hell, Bryce?"
"If you're upset about that, you're probably going to be even more upset when I tell you that I'm not Bryce either."
Fuck my life. I scowled at him.
"Sorry, you just looked so hot that I couldn't pass up the opportunity."
"Well that's very sweet of you. In exchange for the blowjob, can you at least tell me which one is Bryce?" I looked over at my other backup dancers. They were all standing in a row, with their perfect abs and their cocks harder than ever. Their abs were all a little different. Some had six packs, some had eight packs. Some had more defined abs than others. Their cocks were equally as unique, with some being perfectly straight and others bending up slightly or to the side. I thought I could identify Bryce by his abs, but I had already blown the two that I thought were most likely to be him.
Fake Bryce grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "You have to keep dancing." He spun me around and then dipped me.
"Please just tell me who it is." I needed to find Bryce. I needed to apologize for what I just did. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.
"If I knew, I'd tell you, but I have no idea. Maybe you should just keep pretending it's me." He spun me again.
"And why did the music start up again?" What the hell is going on?
He completely ignored my question. I felt the first guy I thought was Bryce grab my hips and lift me in the air. He spun around.
"Put me down!" I hissed.
"We have to keep dancing," he said and placed me down in front of the line of backup dancers. "But one of these guys must be Bryce." He did some weird dance move and left me in front of the line of men.
I was going to just stand there and ask which was Bryce, but then I realized the judges could be counting this as part of my performance. To make it a better show, I did one of my moves from
earlier.
"If you're Bryce, tell me where we first met," I said loud enough for all the men to hear me as I shimmied. Shit, why would I shimmy when I only have pasties on and no bra? My boobs were bouncing everywhere.
"The men's locker room," said one of the guys in the middle of the group.
Bingo. I found Bryce. I walked over to him and wrapped my hand around his thick cock. "Bryce, I'm so, so sorry. I thought both of those guys were you. They tricked me."
"It's okay, Alina."
"It's not okay, I'm so sorry."
"Let's just pretend that didn't happen. Maybe a nice blowjob would make me forget all about it..."
"Bryce, can't we just go off stage? I just want this to be over."
"This is still part of the performance, Alina. We have to keep going if you want to win gold. And the crowd is loving this."
Everyone in the world had already seen me giving head. Now my main priority was making sure Bryce didn't hate me. And I trusted him if he thought this would get me gold. So I just smiled and dropped to my knees. Why the hell not? I pushed his rock hard erection up and licked his length from the base to the tip. I was going to tease him more, but he didn't want to wait. He put one of his hands behind my head and pushed himself into my mouth.
"Dude, don't do that to my girl," said the guy to my right. "Just because you were there when she ran into me in the locker room doesn't mean you get to fuck her beautiful face."
I pulled back and looked at the man who had spoken. "Wait, now you're claiming to be Bryce?"
"I am Bryce," he replied. "Jesus." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, spinning me around.
"But then after I suck your cock you're going to tell me you're not?"
"Maybe..." he said with a laugh.
What the hell? How can I figure out which is Bryce? Now that I had gotten a taste of cock, I needed more. I was so horny that I could barely think about anything else. I had to find Bryce immediately. I needed him inside of me. And I needed the music to stop fucking playing.
"Alright, I guess I'll just have to blow each of you until Bryce steps forward." I figured the thought of me blowing all these guys would be enough to make Bryce step forward, but it wasn't. None of them said anything. Does Bryce really want me to be doing this? Maybe he saw me press my thighs together when Kristen and Tim were talking about devil's threesomes. But this wasn't what I wanted. I just wanted him.
I walked to the first guy in line and dropped to my knees, tracing my hands down his abs as I went down. After about twenty seconds, I stopped and looked up at him. "Are you Bryce?"
He nodded his head. "Absolutely."
The man beside him grabbed my hand and twirled me around. "Alina, it's me." He put my hands on his abs. "Shake your hips, the dance is still going."
God, his abs were incredible. All of their abs were incredible. I leaned in and pressed my lips against the contours of his muscles. I could feel his cock rubbing against my naked breasts. What the hell am I doing? Why am I kissing Bryce's abs on stage?
For a split second my mind told me to stop immediately and run off the stage, but that thought didn't last long. My hormones took over again as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. Fuck. His fingers intertwined in my hair. "Alina," he moaned.
"That's my girlfriend, you asshole."
The guy who had just spoken grabbed my hand and danced with me for a few seconds. "Are you okay?"
"No I'm not okay. And I don't believe that your Bryce."
"It's me, Alina. And I'm not going to make you suck my dick in front of thousands of people. How about you just grind on me instead?"
I looked down. His penis was the biggest one yet. Oh my God.
He spun me around, pulling my ass against him. "Why didn't you just tell me before that you were Bryce?" I shook my ass against his massive erection.
"I thought it was part of the performance. Tim is such an asshole." He immediately put his hands on my hips and helped me move to the beat. His cock slid between my ass cheeks. One of his hands wandered up to grab my tits before he pushed on my back to bend me over, causing his rock hard erection to rub directly against my pussy. My soaking wet thong was the only thing preventing him from penetrating me, right there on stage.
"Fode-la," yelled someone in the crowd. Then more people joined in on the chant.
I looked back. "Any idea what that means?" They're probably telling me to get off the stage.
"I think they want me to fuck you," he said.
What?! What the hell am I doing? I was still bent over grinding on the mystery man that was claiming to be Bryce. Was it? He was being nicer than the other "Bryces" had been. His erection pressing against my pussy made it hard to concentrate. He stopped and took his hands off my hips. I started to stand up, thinking that the performance was over.
I was wrong.
He grabbed either side of my thong and effortlessly ripped it in half. He yanked on one side to pull it through the straps of my garter belt and then tossed it on the stage. My heart rate accelerated and the muscles below my waist clenched. I never knew that having my thong ripped off would be so arousing, but it was. There was something so manly and primal about the way he just snapped it right in half.
The crowd seemed to enjoy it too, because the "Fode-la" chants grew even louder.
A strong hand on the small of my back pushed to bend me over, and then his hands moved to my ass and squeezed hard. His cock must have been an inch away from my wet pussy.
"I'm going to get you that gold, Alina," he said.
I didn't know if it was Bryce. All I knew was that he had great abs and a huge cock. And he wants to fuck me.
Chapter 40
Sunday
Bryce
Five Minutes Earlier
The spotlights followed Alina and two of the backup dancers walking to the front of the stage, effectively making the rest of us on the stage invisible. As the dancers pulled an American flag in front of Alina and the music cut out, I ducked off stage. I had to get to my phone so I would be ready to send Em a warning if Alina didn't win gold. Although at this point, I thought she had a pretty good shot. She had gone all out to win, even taking her bra off. It made me incredibly jealous that everyone got to see her beautiful breasts, but if her taking her bra off got her closer to the gold and Em closer to safety, I wasn't going to argue. And I certainly didn't mind the view of her spectacular tits, so perky and full. I hoped I would see more of them, not covered by pasties, later that night.
I got a few funny looks from stage hands as I sprinted over to the bag I had hidden behind some props. If they hadn't been watching the performance, I could see why they'd be shocked to see a nude, fully erect man running around backstage. Oh well. Covering myself was of secondary importance to making sure I had a way of contacting Em. I fumbled around in the bag until my hand hit my phone.
Someone patting me on the back startled me.
"Dude, that was great!" said Tim.
Of course it's Tim. Who else would pat a naked man on the back? "Think it was enough to win gold?" I asked as I pulled Em's contact info up on my phone.
"Maybe. Alina did a kickass job, especially with only a few days of practice. And you did great not freaking out when your suit tore open."
"Man, I couldn't believe when that happened. Do you think Gabriela sabotaged the suits to fuck with Alina's performance? Or is Yao Kai getting us back?"
"Neither."
"Huh? Why do you say neither?"
"Because I designed the suits to make that happen."
"Why the hell would you do that?" I asked.
Tim grinned at me. "You said to make sure the USA won this event at all costs, so that's what I did."
"How is a bunch of naked guys going to sway a judges panel made up of a majority of men?" Why the hell did I trust Tim with this task? Now my sister is going to get fucking killed. Fuck!
Tim laughed. "The male nudity wasn't for the judges, it was just phase 1 of
my master plan."
"What?"
"When I looked into the judges' backgrounds, I found a few interviews where some of them commented positively on Luciana Acosta's performance in Chile's version of Dancing with the Stars where she took her top off and didn't have any pasties on. The translation was slightly ambiguous, but it seemed like at least one of the judges on today's panel would have liked to see her take things even further."
Further?
"So further is exactly what I decided to give them."
"How so?"
"Okay, so you know how we always practiced with me holding one side of the flag at the end?"
"Yes..."
"And then how right before the dance I told you to switch spots with one of the guys in the background so you could make a quick exit?"
"Yes."
"Well, that was actually so that Alina would think it was you holding the flag at the end. Since you all had your faces covered, she wouldn't realize it wasn't you."
"And?"
"I told the guy to pretend to be you and suggest that she give him a blowjob to boost her sensuality score."
"Dude, she's not going to fall for that shit. Wait, weren't you planning all this for Kristen rather than Alina? I thought you liked her, why would you want to trick her into blowing some other guy?"
"Because there's more. I had a friend hack into a few of the judges' computers to see what they were into. What he found was tons of porn featuring girls with multiple partners. So the plan was for the guy on the other side of the flag to pretend to be you after Alina blows the first guy for a few seconds. I figured she'd be so mortified about blowing the wrong guy that she'd easily agree to it, and then they'd drop the flag."
"Tim, that's the worst plan I've ever heard."
"Why? I'm like 50% sure the judges will love it, and I know Alina will. I went through a lot of effort to only choose men with larger than average penises and also to screen them to make sure they were disease free. It's all about the attention to detail."
"Well, it might have worked on Kristen, but it's not going to work on Alina. I sure as hell hope her dance was enough to win the gold even without your shitty plan. Let's go see her scores." I started to type Em's number into my phone as we walked over to the curtains to see the scores come in.
