Page 95 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
Sunday
Alina
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!"Are you serious?"Oh my God, what the fuck did I just do?I was kneeling on a stage looking up at a man who wasn't Bryce. And I had sucked two cocks, neither of which were Bryce's. I stood up and tried to run off the stage, but fake Bryce grabbed my wrist just as all the lights in the auditorium went out.
"What was that?" I asked. All I could see was flashes from the crowd, capturing the worst moment of my life.
"I dunno," he said. "Don't they flash the lights to signal that a performance should end soon? Better make sure you win now." As the lights came back on, he grabbed the side of my thong and tugged, tearing the thin fabric. At the same time, the other fake Bryce ripped off my pasties.
And just like that, besides for my garter belt, stockings, and high heels, I was completely naked in front of the entire stadium. And probably the millions of viewers at home. I immediately covered myself up with my hands the best I could. The music stopped and the crowd roared with approval.
Tears streamed down my face. I turned to run off the stage and ran right into Owen Harris.
He smiled at me and for a second his eyes wandered to my breasts.Oh my God, Owen Harris just checked me out.I put one arm in front of my breasts and my other hand between my legs.
"Wow, Alina," said Owen. "That was uh...quite the performance."
All I could do was stand there, covering my body. I had done plenty of post-game interviews in volleyball, but never a post-blowjob interview. I thought I'd be interviewed for the first time by Owen Harris after winning gold in volleyball. Not after having danced naked in front of him.
"Do you think the judges will react favorably?" he asked.
Reality started to sink in. I was supposed to perform a strip dance, and instead I had ended up blowing two guys I didn't know and getting completely naked. In front of the whole world.Oh my God."Please tell me that wasn't being broadcast."
"Not by UBC, no. But you are quite popular on Twitter. Let's see if we can put that up on the jumbotron for you."
A second later the Twitter feed for #ITAblowjob appeared on the jumbotron. Whoever was controlling it slowly started scrolling. I expected to read a bunch of 140 character posts about me, but instead the feed was filled with HD pictures and gifs of me giving head and standing stunned and naked.
"Oh my God..." I was absolutely mortified. "Please tell me this is a dream." I knew my face was bright red.
Owen winced. "I'm afraid not. We were required to send the unedited footage to all the international broadcasts with rights to show the ITAs. One of them chose to air it."
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"So the entire, unedited segment is available online?"
"Yes."
I gave a mortified laugh. It was all I could to do to keep from running off the stage in embarrassment. Thoughts of all the people who I didn't want to see me giving a blowjob flooded into my head. My mom, my dad, my grandma...really everyone in the world. And where was Bryce during all of this? Why hadn't he stopped me? I turned around, but all my backup dancers had exited the stage.
Owen put his finger to his ear piece. "Alright, I'm hearing that the judges have just about come to a decision, so let's get all the girls back out here."
"Can I please have a towel?" I asked.
The other contestants walked onto the stage, all wearing the lingerie they ended up in at the end of their performance. Compared to the cheers I got for having sex, the applause for the other contestants was lukewarm at best.
I was certain I would win gold if the audience were the one's voting, but they weren't. The judges were, and I had no idea what they were thinking.
The girls lined up next to me, with Gabriela right by me.
"Congrats on getting another silver, slut," said Gabriela.
Her words seemed to echo in my head and my tears started falling again. I was a slut. There was no other word to describe the kind of person who would do what I had just done. Oh my God, what the fuck had I just done? Her smug smile was suddenly all I could see. She had sabotaged my backup dancers’ uniforms. And now she was going to win Gold again. I had ruined my reputation for nothing. My life was over. I turned around to get off the stage, but Owen was standing there with a towel. I quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around myself as I wiped away my tears. I took a deep breath. There was no way I was going to run off the stage and give her that satisfaction. I was done letting her make me feel awful about myself.Screw her.
"You're getting second place this time, Gabriela. Fuck you, and fuck you for sabotaging my dancers’ uniforms," I said.
"That wasn't me, honey." She rolled her eyes and looked toward the crowd. She waved her hand as if she knew they were cheering for her.
