Page 88 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
I decided it was best to focus on my dance rather than my lack of clothing. The only thing worse than stripping in front of the whole world would have been stripping in front of the whole world and losing to Gabriela. I did a few moves, thankfully ones that kept me facing forward so I wasn't mooning the audience, and then put my arms out and allowed two of my backup dancers to carry me over to a turn table on the side of the stage. They lifted me onto the table and then all eight dancers spread out around it.
Since this type of strip dance was most popular in South America, Tim had choreographed this part of the dance to be me doing the samba while my dancers rotated the platform. Kristen had put hours into practicing the samba and just about mastered it. I hadn't.
I started to do the moves, but rather than looking like the samba, I was pretty sure I was just twerking. Chris had somehow convinced me to learn how to twerk a year or so ago, so I was actually pretty good at it. I cringed as the platform rotated to reveal my jiggling ass to the audience, but there was no going back now. I put my hands on my knees, arched my back more, and moved to the beat. If I was lucky, the judges would just think I meant to be twerking rather than doing the samba.
To my surprise, a guy in a morph suit suddenly ran across the stage doing back flips and handsprings. It wasn't part of the routine, but maybe Tim had recruited an extra backup dancer to fly across stage doing crazy acrobatics to distract the judges whenever I was screwing shit up. If that really was his plan, Tim was a genius.
When the acrobat disappeared, my backup dancers all formed a group so that I could fall backwards into their arms.Oh God, their hands are all over me. Focus, Alina!They carried me back to center stage, and for the dismount, they flipped me over two dancers who had crouched in front of us. The crowd cheered when I stuck the landing. Or maybe they were just excited about the view of my ass I had given them during my flip.
I took a deep breath as all eight of my dancers formed a line across the front of the stage, all with their hands on their hips. I walked behind the first dancer in line and slid my hands under his arms and around to his stomach. I was supposed to be feeling for a tab to pull, but I was distracted by his muscles. My fingers caressed the ridges of his abs, like a buggy riding over sand dunes. Sexy, rock hard sand dunes.Is this Bryce?I felt around for a little longer than I should have before pulling the tab to rip his American flag body suit open.
The crowd and judges gasped as his suit tore open.I guess his abs look as nice as they feel.
I moved to the next man and repeated the process. Unfortunately the tab on his suit was easier to find now that I had some practice, but I still let my fingers wander for a bit. I didn't remember what order the guys were in for this, so it was possible that this was Bryce.
Going For Gold - Chapter 38
Sunday
Bryce
I kept my arms on my hips and stared out into the crowd as Alina went down the line, slowly ripping our morph suits open to show off our abs. After watching Alina twerk on that platform, my boner had grown even more. Thick jeans wouldn't have even been able to hide it, much less this paper-thin spandex. Not that I was checking out their junk, but I had noticed that most of the dancers were enjoying Alina's performance as much as I was.
I heard a rip next to me and then felt Alina's hands slide around my waist onto my stomach. She traced the contours of my abs with her fingers and even let them wander to my pecs for a second before pulling the tab.Did she do that with all the dancers?
The rush of air against my skin was extremely refreshing after dancing around in an outfit with so little ventilation. I would have thought I would only feel the air against my abs where the fabric had been pulled away, but I felt the breeze all down the front of me. Not only that, but the uncomfortably tight fabric now felt much looser.It almost felt like...
Oh shit.
I looked down and confirmed my suspicions. Rather than a small part of the fabric tearing away to reveal my abs like it was designed to do, the entire front of my suit had broken at the seams, leaving my erection waving freely in the air. In front of thousands of people.
Fuck! Did my boner combined with Alina pulling the tab really make my suit explode? Or did someone tamper with my suit like I had done to poor Yao Kai? Why the fuck did I let Tim convince me to go commando under the morph suit?
My first instinct was to put my hands over my junk, but I quickly decided that wasn't an option. This was a choreographed dance, but the audience didn't knowwhatwe had been choreographed to do. As a result, all we had to do was make it look like everything was planned. And that meant not covering my junk. As far as the audience and judges knew, male nudity was just part of the routine.
I glanced to the side to see if I was the only one suffering a wardrobe malfunction. Part of me assumed that my dick was the biggest and therefore most likely to rip my suit open, but it turned out that wasn't the case. Well, actually, my penis was definitely the biggest, but that didn't mean that my suit was the only one to rip open. We were all standing in a row, erections pointed right at the judges.
I tried to get a read on how the judges felt about our collective wardrobe malfunction. The Asian lady had her lips tightly pursed, clearly not impressed. But the French lady looked amused, and I was sure the three male judges were enjoying Alina's dance. If we were lucky, eight guys whipping their dicks out would boost the creativity portion of Alina's score.
After unleashing the penis of the eighth and final backup dancer, Alina spun around and lay on the stage. Then she got on all fours and began crawling in front of us. If I didn't already have a boner, watching her arch her back and crawl across the stage definitely would have given me one. It was impossible not topicture myself walking up behind her, ripping her thong off, and fucking her right there on stage. God, her ass was a thing of beauty.
The only problem was that every other guy in the world watching her performance, including the seven men standing next to me, were likely thinking the same thing.Whatever.They could look and want all they wanted, but at the end of the day, she was mine.Hell, in less than five minutes she'll be mine.
As Alina crawled in front of us, the dancer to my left began tearing the remnants of his suit off, leaving only his head covered. It was probably a good idea, because if we didn't take them off, the torn suits could have been a tripping hazard during the end of the routine. One of the other dancers followed his lead, and then another. Soon we were all tearing our suits off.
Going For Gold - Chapter 39
Sunday
Alina
Tim really did a wonderful job of choreographing this dance to make it as awkward as possible for someone wearing a thong. Sure, any dance would be uncomfortable to perform in a thong, but this one especially so. Every other move I had done since losing my dress required me to bend over or arch my back. I looked at the jumbotron where they were showing video from the HD cameras positioned around the stage. Unsurprisingly, the current feed was a close-up of my ass.
Seeing the video made me feel even more self conscious than I already did, so I turned my head to look at my backup dancers instead. Not only would it give me an opportunity to be sexy and whip my hair around, but I also hadn't gotten to enjoy the view of my backup dancers' abs.
Whoa! What the fuck is happening?I expected to see a line of beautiful six packs, but instead I found myself staring at eight throbbing erections, one of which was the most enormous penis I had ever seen.Oh my God, that must be Python!For once in his life, Tim had not been exaggerating. Python's erection was actually terrifying.
It took a second for me to process how it had happened, but it appeared that the seams on the morph suits had all busted when I pulled the tabs that should have only torn away a small portion of the fabric. The men all began tearing the fabric away from the neck down, leaving only their faces covered.
