Page 96 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

Chapter 42

Sunday

Bryce

What the hell is happening right now? As far as I knew, Alina was a sweet girl who had only slept with Chris before today, and now here she was wearing heels, a garter belt, and pasties getting fucked from behind in front of a live audience plus millions of people watching on TV.

I thought about tackling the guy who was fucking her, but that would have led to an awkward nude wrestling match, and that wouldn't be cool. I decided to take the calmer route.

I pushed a few guys out of the way until I was standing right next to Alina.

"Alina, stop. I'm Bryce," I said.

Just as Alina turned her head to look at me, the guy fucking her thrust into her hard. Her eyes got wide and she moaned. "Bryce!" she said in between more moans.

And then she finally stood up and pushed the guy off of her. She put her hand on her hip and looked me up and down.

I couldn't help but look her up and down too. Now that she wasn't bent over with some other guy, I could fully appreciate her beauty. The whole outfit was perfect. The red, white, and blue lipstick, the blue stars on her tits, and especially the garter belt and stockings that framed her ass and pussy perfectly.

Her eyes locked on my erection. She took a step forward and traced her index finger down my abs and along the length of my penis. Fuck yes. She swayed her hips slightly as she lowered herself to her knees. My eyes were fixated on her lips as they approached my cock.

Oh my God. I was really just trying to get all this to stop, but now that she was so close to blowing me, I wasn't sure I could resist.

"So you're Bryce?" she asked, looking up at my masked face.

"Yes."

I expected to feel her lips on my cock, but instead she stood back up.

"Of course you're going to say you're Bryce," she said. "I know how this game works. You're all Bryce."

"No, really. I'm Bryce. Alina, you have to believe me. These guys are just fucking with you."

"Keep dancing, asshole," one of the other backup dancers whispered to me as he danced past me.

Fuck off!

"Okay, then take your mask off and prove it," Alina said.

Shit. "I can't do that." I couldn't risk us getting disqualified.

"Of course you can't, because you're not really Bryce." She was starting to look exasperated. "How am I supposed to know if no one will tell me?" She turned around. The two guys next to her each grabbed one of her hands, making her wrap her fingers around their cocks. She started stroking them up and down. One of them reacted by squeezing her breasts.

Jealousy boiled inside of me. It was so hard to prevent myself from punching him, but I had to restrain myself. Alina winning gold and keeping Em safe were more important than my jealousy.

"This is all part of the dance, baby," the guy next to her said. "I promise that I'm Bryce. This is what I want. This is what the judges want."

I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to kill all of these assholes. "It's not what I fucking want." I stepped forward to punch the guy that was grabbing her perfect tits. But another dancer stepped in front of me.

"Calm the fuck down and keep dancing," he whispered. "You're messing up the choreography."

Maybe I should just kill Tim.

The next thing I knew, the backup dancers were lifting Alina up. They spun around with her in the air as they danced toward the spinning platform.

Oh God, what the fuck are they planning to do with the turn table? My thought process momentarily stopped as I looked up at her. She was perfect. She was perfect and she thought that this was what I wanted. Why the hell would I want her to be gangbanged in front of millions of TV viewers? I thought about when she had wanted to have sex with me after my race. About how I had turned her down. If I had given in, none of this would be happening. She wouldn't be so horny that she couldn't think straight. I had just wanted her to be able to trust me. And now she trusted me so much that she was willing to do all this for me? This is all my fucking fault.

One of the guys whispered something in Alina's ear as they set her down in front of the turn table. She smiled and walked up the stairs onto the rotating platform. She stopped in the middle and faced out into the audience with both hands on her hips. All of the other backup dancers spread out around the platform, dancing around it. And at the same time, they all reached down and spun.

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