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"Tommy?" said Tim. "Shit, of course it's you in here."

"I'm confused," I said. "Who's Tommy and why do you know him?"

"He's the stage manager. I've been working with him the past few days to get the lighting and sound squared away for the performance."

"Am I doing okay?" asked Tommy. "I've been trying to follow the action with the main spotlight, but it's hard with so much happening."

"Yeah, you're doing great," Tim said.

"Guys! Focus! We have to cut the lights."

"Why?" asked Tommy. "The crowd is loving it. Check this out." He waved us into the control room and sat down at a desk in front of 12 computer screens. Each one showed a different angle of Alina bent over the judges table being fucked by Python.

"Fuck," I said. Python was black. Alina knew that wasn't me.

"Actually, I'm glad you guys came," said Tommy, totally ignoring me. "I was having trouble deciding which view to put up on the jumbotron. "We have the classic side view which is pretty awesome, but I also positioned the sky cam to get a perfect overhead view of him ramming her. And then of course we could always go for the face shot. Man, you can just tell she's loving it by the faces she's making. I was thinking about doing a split screen..."

"Tommy, cut the god damn lights."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "I felt like I was doing a decent job with the lighting. That reminds me, I was toying with this awesome idea. I have some backup fireworks from Russia's performance that I was thinking would be awesome to sync up with the final cumshot, like a grand finale sort of deal."

"God damn it! That's my girlfriend up there. Cut the fucking lights!"

"Wow," Tim said. "I didn't realize you two were at that level. Congrats, man. Geez, if I had known, I would have asked you if it was okay for Python to do that to her."

Seriously? I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. If I had just asked Alina to be my girlfriend would she be out on that stage right now with Python? I was trying not to rush her. She had just broken up with Chris. All I wanted was for her to be my girlfriend. I really liked her. Fuck, I more than liked her. If I didn't, I wouldn't be feeling the way I was right now. Like I wanted to kill everyone that was touching her. I knew I didn't want to be her rebound. But if I had known that this catastrophe would be the rebound she needed, I would have fucked her days ago to prevent this.

I felt like I was going to be sick. This had to end now. "Cut the fucking lights," I said again, more forcefully. I took a step toward Tommy.

Tommy put his hands up. "Chill out, man. I'm just trying to do my job here."

"I don't care what the fuck you're trying to do, because if you don't cut the lights in five seconds..."

"Okay, okay. I don't have access to the safety lighting in the auditorium, but I can blink the lights on stage if you want. You know, like how they do at the theater to tell people to take their seats. Or like the music at the Oscars when someone is rambling for way too long in their speech. That would probably give them the signal to wrap it up."

"Do it," I demanded. "And tell me where I can go to turn the lights off for real."

Chapter 48

Sunday

Alina

My mind was numb to everything except for the incredible feeling of Python's huge cock thrusting into me. The judges a few feet away from me, the thousands of other spectators, even the cameras - none of it mattered anymore. Each movement took me closer to the edge, closer to completely shattering.

Python took his finger out of my mouth and grabbed my leg, pulling it up in the air. The change in angle felt fucking fantastic. It also gave the camera a perfect shot of Pytho

n's cock sliding into me.

"Don't stop," I moaned.

With my leg pinned in the air with one of his hands, he reached around with the other and stroked my clit possessively. My body shuddered every time he touched it. As I moved my arm to keep my balance, I bumped into one of the judges' microphones.

"Tell me what you like," he demanded as he slammed into me again.

"I love your big black cock," I moaned. The sound reverberated through the entire auditorium. Shit. I must have turned the microphone on when I hit it. And now I professed my love for big black cock to all these people. Of all the things for the microphone to pick up.

Then the lights in the auditorium went out for a second and then came back on.

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