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Two of my fellow dancers stepped forward so that they were standing on either side of Alina as she gyrated her hips. One of them grabbed her arm and pulled her against his body. She ran her hands through his hair and grinded on him for a second before the other guy snatched her away and received the same treatment. Jealousy shot through me. It was tough watching her dressed the way she was and dancing on those guys. I just kept telling myself that this was just a performance. She was mine, and after the dance, I was going to show her exactly what that meant.

When Alina spun away from the two guys, the one she had been grinding on kept hold of her dress, causing her to spin right out of it.

Wow. I had to blink to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Alina was now dancing around wearing nothing but red, white, and blue lingerie. Her garter belt squeezed her tiny waist to accentuate her perfect figure, but my favorite part was the way the straps holding her stockings up framed her magnificent ass. I already thought it was the greatest ass I had ever seen when I watched her play volleyball in her spandex shorts, but seeing her dance around in her thong and heels took it to an entirely different level.

All of the hard work I had done earlier to not get an erection was immediately wasted. The fabric of the morph suit felt strange as it pressed against my growing erection.

Fuck. It was like every ten year old boy's worst fear coming true: having a boner with nothing to hide behind. When I was in grade school, I had this irrational fear of having to stand up in class while I had a boner. I would always get so nervous every time I had a boner, and by some cruel twist of fate, thinking about having a boner just made it even worse. During those terrifying moments, my mind would race and come up with ridiculous plans for how I could hide my erection if my worst fear came true and I had to stand up for something. One plan involved stalling to stand up while I discretely tucked it into the waist band of my pants. Another was to stand up close enough to the desk so that my boner would be pinned down. I even made sure that I always had a book easily accessible in my desk so that I could hide my junk behind it in a dire situation.

Those were all great plans for hiding a classroom boner, but they were worthless on stage. And thinking about it was just making it worse. Visions flashed through my head of "boner guy" becoming an internet sensation, much like "left shark" did after Katy Perry's half time performance.

Then I realized something. Even though the morph suit made my boner ridiculously visible, it also covered my face. I could let my boner go crazy, and no one except for those familiar with the choreography would know it was me.

Chapter 37

Sunday

Alina

Since finding out that I would be dancing in Kristen's place, I had been mortified by the thought of getting my dress ripped off on stage. It's just like wearing a bikini, I had told myself, but it really wasn't. For starters, I was wearing a thong rather than a bikini that actually covered my ass. But the biggest difference was that I was dancing provocatively in front of thousands of spectators rather than happily playing in waves while no one paid any attention to me besides for a few perverts hoping my tits would pop out when a wave hit me.

For a second, it was every bit as mortifying as I thought it would be. But then the thunderous applause swept over me. Nothing could have made me feel totally okay with dancing around in this lingerie, but the enthusiasm of the crowd at least gave me enough confidence to keep me from running off the stage.

I began to wonder what Bryce was thinking about all of this. I had never been this scantily clothed in front of him before. I spun around, trying to search for him, but it was hard to tell which was him with all of the backup dancers faces covered. Hopefully he was enjoying this just as much as the crowd. It was almost like I was doing a strip tease for him. Because if he didn't pull me off this stage and bang me immediately after this was over, I was going to lose my fucking mind. Every touch by one of the dancers seemed to turn me on even more. Were they all being extra handsy because I was in my lingerie or was I imagining it?

I decided it was best to focus on my dance rather than my lack of clothing. The only thing worse than stripping in front of the whole world would have been stripping in front of the whole world and losing to Gabriela. I did a few moves, thankfully ones that kept me facing forward so I wasn't mooning the audience, and then put my arms out and allowed two of my backup dancers to carry me over to a turn table on the side of the stage. They lifted me onto the table and then all eight dancers spread out around it.

Since this type of strip dance was most popular in South America, Tim had choreographed this part of the dance to be me doing the samba while my dancers rotated the platform. Kristen had put hours into practicing the samba and just about mastered it. I hadn't.

I started to do the moves, but rather than looking like the s

amba, I was pretty sure I just twerking. Chris had somehow convinced me to learn how to twerk a year or so ago, so I was actually pretty good at it. I cringed as the platform rotated to reveal my jiggling ass to the audience, but there was no going back now. I put my hands on my knees, arched my back more, and moved to the beat. If I was lucky, the judges would just think I meant to be twerking rather than doing the samba.

To my surprise, a guy in a morph suit suddenly ran across the stage doing back flips and hand springs. It wasn't part of the routine, but maybe Tim had recruited an extra backup dancer to fly across stage doing crazy acrobatics to distract the judges whenever I was screwing shit up. If that really was his plan, Tim was a genius.

When the acrobat disappeared, my backup dancers all formed a group so that I could fall backwards into their arms. Oh God, their hands are all over me. Focus, Alina! They carried me back to center stage, and for the dismount, they flipped me over two dancers who had crouched in front of us. The crowd cheered when I stuck the landing. Or maybe they were just excited about the view of my ass I had given them during my flip.

I took a deep breath as all eight of my dancers formed a line across the front of the stage, all with their hands on their hips. I walked behind the first dancer in line and slid my hands under his arms and around to his stomach. I was supposed to be feeling for a tab to pull, but I was distracted by his muscles. My fingers caressed the ridges of his abs, like a buggy riding over sand dunes. Sexy, rock hard sand dunes. Is this Bryce? I felt around for a little longer than I should have before pulling the tab to rip his American flag body suit open.

The crowd and judges gasped as his suit tore open. I guess his abs look as nice as they feel.

I moved to the next man and repeated the process. Unfortunately the tab on his suit was easier to find now that I had some practice, but I still let my fingers wander for a bit. I didn't remember what order the guys were in for this, so it was possible that this was Bryce.

Chapter 38

Sunday

Bryce

I kept my arms on my hips and stared out into the crowd as Alina went down the line, slowly ripping our morph suits open to show off our abs. After watching Alina twerk on that platform, my boner had grown even more. Thick jeans wouldn't have even been able to hide it, much less this paper-thin spandex. Not that I was checking out their junk, but I had noticed that most of the dancers were enjoying Alina's performance as much as I was.

I heard a rip next to me and then felt Alina's hands slide around my waist onto my stomach. She traced the contours of my abs with her fingers and even let them wander to my pecs for a second before pulling the tab. Did she do that with all the dancers?

The rush of air against my skin was extremely refreshing after dancing around in an outfit with so little ventilation. I would have thought I would only feel the air against my abs where the fabric had been pulled away, but I felt the breeze all down the front of me. Not only that, but the uncomfortably tight fabric now felt much looser. It almost felt like...

Oh shit.

I looked down and confirmed my suspicions. Rather than a small part of the fabric tearing away to reveal my abs like it was designed to do, the entire front of my suit had broken at the seams, leaving my erection waving freely in the air. In front of thousands of people.

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