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"That's me!" said Tim.

"This is insane. Was this all choreographed into the performance?"

"Let's just call it a wardrobe malfunction," Tim said with a wink.

"Well, you better hope the judges like it as much as the public does. This thing is blowing up on social media."

"Wait, are you actually broadcasting it?" I asked. There's no way...

"No. God, no," said Owen. "The FCC would sue us into oblivion if we did. We just blurred it out when you guys got naked, and then cut the feed when we realized what she was doing behind the American flag. I think they caught it fast enough so that no one at home even saw her start to give head. We've just been showing highlights from earlier and saying we're having technical difficulties."

Thank God.

"But #ITAsex has set a record for the most used hashtag over a ten minute span in the history of Twitter."

"How does anyone on Twitter know about it if you cut the feed?"

"Cell phones in the audience, and some news stations around the world didn't censor it as quickly as we did." Owen pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through the Twitter feed for #ITAsex. Most of the tweets were grainy cell phone images of Alina naked and doing various sex acts or comments about how hot and/or how much of a slut she was, depending on if the poster was male or female. Owen clicked the button to bring up more recent tweets, and suddenly the grainy images were replaced with HD shots of Alina dancing next to the black guy.

"What the hell?" I asked. "How are people getting these images in HD?"

Owen pointed to the logo in the bottom of the images. "I think that's the logo for some sketchy news station in Croatia. They must have decided to post the official feed to their website to get five minutes of fame."

"But how are they getting that feed from your cameras?" asked Tim.

"Our contract to broadcast the ITAs in the US requires us to send all the uncut footage to other stations around the world that purchased the rights for their countries. That station in Croatia..."

I stopped listening when an image popped up on the Twitter feed of Alina with both her hands wrapped around the black cock. Fuck! This has to stop. "Owen, you have to stop this. She must be over her allotte

d time or something."

Owen pointed to his ear piece that he used to communicate with the producers back in New York. "I thought for sure they'd have me stop it, but they told me the official rules don't permit me to enter the stage until it's clear the performance is over."

"How the fuck does no one at the ITAs want this to stop?!" I yelled.

"I'm as shocked as you are that they haven't stopped it. But until they do, my hands are tied. If you want to stop it, maybe you could try to cut the lights or something." Owen shrugged and looked back out at stage.

Chapter 45

Sunday

Alina

I glanced down at Python's monster cock. I thought he was erect when I had first ripped his suit off, assuming the weight of it caused it to hang between his legs, but I was wrong. As he tried to convince me to accept his challenge, his cock had grown and stiffened. It was now fully erect and aimed right at me like I was its target.

The chanting of the crowd combined with my own ridiculous horniness had my resolve wearing thin.

"You promise you'll tell me the truth if I win?" I asked.

"Yup. I promise. In the meantime, just pretend I'm Bryce. Besides, this is obviously what he wants." He grabbed my arm and moved my hand onto his penis. I instinctively grabbed and started stroking him. My hand barely fit around it. Coming into contact with it was all my libido needed to win the battle.

With the crowd cheering me on, I dropped to my knees in front of Python. It looked even bigger from this angle.

"Why don't you put your arm up to it for scale," he suggested.

I did. It was nearly the size of my forearm. Oh God.

More cheers from the crowd. And even more cheers when I slid my tongue along the shaft of his penis, going from the rock hard base all the way to the tip. I felt like I was eating the world's biggest fudgesicle. But there wasn't time to slowly enjoy this fudgesicle. I had get the entire thing down my throat before the song changed unless I wanted to get fucked by it. Maybe I do want to get fucked by it.

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