Page 84 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
"You mean push them up?" I thought I knew what she was talking about, but I didn't want to be awkward and grab my boobs unless that was what she wanted me to do.
She nodded.
I tugged on my garter belt and then reached into each of my cups and pulled my breasts up. I hadn't looked in a mirror yet, but just from looking down I could tell that this was the best pushup bra ever. My cleavage had never looked this good before.
"Perfect," said Annie. "Alright, Cindy, time to work your magic."
"Huh?" I asked. "I thought my makeup was already done?"
Cindy walked over and put a few makeup containers and brushes on the floor next to me. "Your face is done, but you still need a little body makeup. Believe me, you'll like how it looks."
"Body makeup? That's a thing?" I looked at Kristen.
She shrugged.
"I'm just going to add some foundation and highlight a few areas," said Cindy as she brushed make-up onto my legs and ass. Then she added a few strokes with a different brush around my ass and blended the lines with some sort of sponge thing. The next area she focused on was my cleavage. When I looked down a second later, my boobs looked even bigger.
"Whoa," said Kristen. "Can you teach me how to do that?"
Cindy smiled. "It's pretty simple. It's like face contouring, only for your body. I'm sure you can find a tutorial on YouTube."
"Alright, ready to put your dress on?" asked Annie. She had already taken it off the hanger.
"Wait, this is what I'm stripping down to?" I twisted my neck to look back at my ass. The thong covered nothing.Oh my God. No.
"Yup," said Annie.
"You look freaking hot," said Kristen.
"But...my ass is everywhere. Are you sure I'm not supposed to wear some boy shorts instead? This seems wildly inappropriate."
"Asses aren't a big deal in Brazil," said Annie. "Thongs are just the norm for bikinis down here. Anyway, I'm just following Tim's orders."
I turned to Kristen. "You need to have a talk with your man. Why did he want to show your ass to everyone?"
"He's just doing his best to make us win. You really think Gabriela isn't going to be strutting around in a thong? Hell, we'll be lucky if she keeps her underwear on."
"Fuck my life." As much as I hated to admit it, Kristen was right. We needed to go all out to beat Gabriela, because Gabriela would sure as hell do whatever it takes to beat us.Like bribing the refs in the final.So many shitty calls...
"For what it's worth, your ass looks beautiful," said Kristen. "Cindy did an awesome job. Go look in the mirror."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes. Go look."
I stepped off the platform and got between the mirrors. "Damn," I said. Somehow, Cindy had made all of the stretch marks on my ass disappear. I still wasn't comfortable mooning millions of people, but at least it would be slightly less mortifying than I anticipated.
I got back on the platform and Annie helped me slip into my dress. Then she helped me strap my blue stilettos on, slid some red, white, and blue bracelets on my wrists, and put dangly earrings in each of my earlobes.
"All done," said Annie with a smile.
I carefully stepped off the platform and walked back to the mirror. I didn't want to twist my ankle like Kristen had.Or maybe I should to get out of this horrible performance.The thought was tempting, but I couldn't do it. I had to beat Gabriela.
I looked in the mirror and twirled around. The blue dress was covered in sparkles, had a super deep V neckline, and had slits practically up to my hips. If I wasn't going to strip it off anyway, I would have been horrified at how revealing it was.
"You have to admit," said Kristen, "Tim has a great eye for fashion."
"His eye for fashion was never what was in question." I turned to my three stylists. "Thank you so much for all the magic you three just pulled off. I've never felt so pretty in my entire life."
