Page 87 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
"That's great. That means she'll be on the silver medal podium to watch you get gold. You ready to crush this bitch?"
"Yeah, let's do this," I said as confidently as I could muster.Or maybe I should pull a fire alarm.
I moved the curtain again to see the spotlight focus on Owen Harris.Oh my God, I'm going to be performing a strip dance in front of Owen Harris.I wasn't sure why I hadn't realized it before. My heart started beating even faster. This was going to be absolutely mortifying. "I can't do this with Owen Harris watching. I'm going to embarrass myself."
"Whatever," Kristen said. "He's no Professor Hunter."
I laughed. I remembered Professor Hunter's marketing class at the University of New Castle. Kristen had always been so nervous whenever he called on her. I looked back at the stage. Kristen was right to a certain extent. But I wasn't thinking about Professor Hunter. I was thinking about Bryce. And one thing was damn sure. Owen Harris was no Bryce Walker.
Owen Harris raised the mic to his mouth. "Ladies and gentlemen, Alina Smith performing for the USA!" The crowd cheered as Owen Harris left the stage. The spotlight dimmed to black. In the darkness, my backup dancers rushed on stage and formed two lines from the front of the stage back to the curtain. One by one, blue spotlights focused on each of them as they stood up and pointed towards me behind the curtain.
"Go show Gabriela how to dance," said Kristen as the dance track started playing over the loud speakers. "I'm going to go watch from the audience to get a better view. You got this, Alina. Make that bitch wish she never fucked with you. "
It's time.
I didn't have time to think. I just had to burst onto stage. The crowd erupted in cheers as I strutted towards the front of the stage. Hearing that applause and not falling on my face within the first three seconds of my dance was a huge confidence boost. In fact, the applause was electric. And unlike volleyball where people were cheering for the entire team, this applause was just for me.
My confidence grew with every move I hit. For a second I even tricked myself into thinking that it wasn't going to be bad at all, but then I remembered that Tim had choreographed it so that the start was fairly tame. I tried not to think about what was coming.
Grinding was the first sexy thing I had to do, but luckily it was with Bryce.
"You're doing awesome," he said as I dipped low and then pushed up on him. It felt like he was starting to get that erection he had promised me. I wasn't sure if I could do this without him here for support.Or without his hands on my waist.
My mind started to wander to what I would do with his erection after this dance. God, I was so horny.Focus, Alina!
Going For Gold - Chapter 36
Sunday
Bryce
Alina looked so fucking hot dancing around in her dress, with the high slits giving glimpses of her lingerie and the low-cut neckline exposing her cleavage. Part of my brain was focused on my dance moves, but the majority of my concentration went into not getting an erection. My tight American flag morph suit showed the outline of my penis even when I was flaccid, so I could only imagine what would happen if I got a full-on boner. It would turn my crotch into an extremely patriotic teepee.
Two of my fellow dancers stepped forward so that they were standing on either side of Alina as she gyrated her hips. One of them grabbed her arm and pulled her against his body. She ran her hands through his hair and grinded on him for a second before the other guy snatched her away and received the same treatment. Jealousy shot through me. It was tough watching her dressed the way she was and dancing on those guys. I just kept telling myself that this was just a performance. She was mine, and after the dance, I was going to show her exactly what that meant.
When Alina spun away from the two guys, the one she had been grinding on kept hold of her dress, causing her to spin right out of it.
Wow.I had to blink to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Alina was now dancing around wearing nothing but red, white, and blue lingerie. Her garter belt squeezed her tiny waist to accentuate her perfect figure, but my favorite part was the way the strapsholding her stockings up framed her magnificent ass. I already thought it was the greatest ass I had ever seen when I watched her play volleyball in her spandex shorts, but seeing her dance around in her thong and heels took it to an entirely different level.
All of the hard work I had done earlier to not get an erection was immediately wasted. The fabric of the morph suit felt strange as it pressed against my growing erection.
Fuck.It was like every ten-year-old boy's worst fear coming true: having a boner with nothing to hide behind. When I was in grade school, I had this irrational fear of having to stand up in class while I had a boner. I would always get so nervous every time I had a boner, and by some cruel twist of fate, thinking about having a boner just made it even worse. During those terrifying moments, my mind would race and come up with ridiculous plans for how I could hide my erection if my worst fear came true and I had to stand up for something. One plan involved stalling to stand up while I discretely tucked it into the waist band of my pants. Another was to stand up close enough to the desk so that my boner would be pinned down. I even made sure that I always had a book easily accessible in my desk so that I could hide my junk behind it in a dire situation.
Those were all great plans for hiding a classroom boner, but they were worthless on stage. And thinking about it was just making it worse. Visions flashed through my head of "boner guy" becoming an internet sensation, much like "left shark" did after Katy Perry's half time performance.
Then I realized something. Even though the morph suit made my boner ridiculously visible, it also covered my face. I could letmy boner go crazy, and no one except for those familiar with the choreography would know it was me.
Going For Gold - Chapter 37
Sunday
Alina
Since finding out that I would be dancing in Kristen's place, I had been mortified by the thought of getting my dress ripped off on stage. It's just like wearing a bikini, I had told myself, but it really wasn't. For starters, I was wearing a thong rather than a bikini that actually covered my ass. But the biggest difference was that I was dancing provocatively in front of thousands of spectators rather than happily playing in waves while no one paid any attention to me besides for a few perverts hoping my tits would pop out when a wave hit me.
For a second, it was every bit as mortifying as I thought it would be. But then the thunderous applause swept over me. Nothing could have made me feel totally okay with dancing around in this lingerie, but the enthusiasm of the crowd at least gave me enough confidence to keep me from running off the stage.
I began to wonder what Bryce was thinking about all of this. I had never been this scantily clothed in front of him before. I spun around, trying to search for him, but it was hard to tell which was him with all of the backup dancers faces covered. Hopefully he was enjoying this just as much as the crowd. It was almost like I was doing a strip tease for him. Because if he didn't pull me off this stage and bang me immediately after this was over, I was going to lose my fucking mind. Every touch by one of the dancers seemed to turn me on even more. Were they all being extra handsy because I was in my lingerie or was I imagining it?
