Page 86 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"I hope you're Bryce," I said.

He laughed. "Of course I'm Bryce. How could you not recognize me?" He gestured toward his morph suit.

"Maybe because all I can see is the outline of your penis?"

"Then after the dance we need to get you more familiar with that part of me." Bryce didn't bother to hide the fact that he was looking me up and down.

"Just because I'm dressed like a whore doesn't mean you're going to get lucky," I said and touched his arm. I would never get tired of feeling his biceps. Despite my playful banter, Bryce was 100 percent getting lucky tonight.

"How else would we celebrate you crushing Gabriela?" He put his hand on the side of my face.

I wished I could see his eyes. They always seemed to comfort me. And I was so nervous. "Good point. Did her scores come in yet?"

"No, I think she's still dancing. Let's take a peek." Bryce pulled me towards the curtain and pushed it aside the tiniest bit to give us a look out on stage.

We were on the side of the stage rather than the back, so I couldn't see the audience, but I had a perfect view of Gabriela dancing around like a slut with a bunch of shirtless, oiled up men. Shockingly, she still had her skirt and her bra on, but it took all of three seconds for her to go to center stage and rip her skirt off. Her thong was just as revealing as mine, but she made it way worse by immediately turning around and doing some samba move that made her ass jiggle all over the place. As much as I hated to admit it, she was a great dancer.

"Ew," I said. Shit, does Bryce like watching this? "You better not have a boner right now."

"If he doesn't now, he definitely will after he sees your lingerie," said Kristen.

I turned around and looked at Bryce's package. He put his hands up to prove that he wasn't getting turned on. "Don't worry, Gabriela's disgusting."

I smiled at him. "Good boy."

"Kristen's right though," said Bryce. "I'm not sure how long I'll be able to contain myself when you're out there dancing."

"Are you sure you're okay with me doing this? I'm basically going to show the entire world my ass."

"I want you to do whatever it takes to beat Gabriela, even if it means showing the entire world your ass. They can look all they want, but as soon as the performance is over, it's all mine."

I swallowed hard. "How soon after the performance?" I asked with a wink.

He shrugged. "I dunno. I might not be able to wait for you to get off stage." He put his hands on my hips.

Oh my God. Is he serious? He seems kind of serious.

"Alright you two," said Kristen. "Keep it in your pants for another five minutes. I think Gabriela's performance is almost over."

I looked back out through the curtains just in time to see Gabriela unclip her bra and throw it into the audience. She shimmied for a second and then turned back around to walk back to center stage. I was happy to see that she was at least wearing pasties and hadn't just completely flashed the judges. No one seemed to care, but it was pretty obvious that her tits were fake. Just like everything about her.

She danced around a little more and then finished by making out with one of her dancers.

"I hope that guy realizes he just contracted AIDS," said Kristen.

As soon as the music stopped, Gabriela put her arm over her chest and laughed like she was actually embarrassed to be half naked on stage. Owen Harris came out and was about to start talking when a hand on my shoulder pulled me away from the curtain.

"What are you three doing?!" asked Tim. He looked exasperated. "I've failed as a teacher if you don't know that you should never watch the performance right before yours. You should have been meditating."

"Sorry, I just wanted to see the competition," I said. "Do you know what scores the other girls got?"

"China forgot about the whole strip part of the dance and ended up with a score in the low twenties. Germany got a 37 and Russia got a 41. Those are good scores, but they're both beatable with the routine we have planned."

"Good, because there's no way I'm walking away with anything less than gold."

"That's the spirit. Okay, one quick thing before we begin. You know how we practiced ripping shirts open for that one part?

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