After the dust settles from the fight, Angel and I have one more drink before heading back to the hotel for some much-needed rest before the wet t-shirt contest tonight. Back in our room, I tell Angel, “Go shower, I’ll be there in a minute.” I call down to room service and order two steaks with bake potatoes and two salads. I go over and get the coffee going.
I call down to room service and order two steaks with baked potatoes and two salads. I go over and get the coffee going.
I go join Angel in the shower and take the loofah sponge from her hand. Running the sponge over her lithe young body, I make sure to get every bit of her clean. When she rinses off, Angel takes the sponge and washes me. Her hand wraps around my rock hard shaft and I stop her.
“My dear, as much as I love your wanting to please me, I think we should wait until after the contest and just rest. I have ordered dinner to be brought up.”
“Okay, Master," she says, smiling, "I am a bit tired from all that’s happened today. Thank you for such a wonderful day.” Then she gives me a sweet, thank-you-for-understanding kiss on the cheek.
“I’m happy you enjoyed yourself, Angel,” I say, as I dry her with the bath towel. Angel then takes the other towel and dries me off.
We both put something on. She puts on her oversized shirt and thong and I put on a pair of boxers. Minutes later there is a knock at the door, I hand her a twenty. “Open, slut,” I say.
Angel opens her mouth and bites down on the bill with her lips. She walks over, opens the door and the young man from before enters with the food. After placing the food on the table, I look at him and tell him, “Go ahead, take your tip.”
Angel takes him in her arms before he can say or do anything and kisses him, giving him his tip as she presses her tits into his chest. Rubbing herself against him, she runs her hand over the bulge in his pants. I allow this to go on for a bit and then say, “Young man, I do believe you got your tip,” pointing to his mouth and smiling.
Angel shows him to the door and after closing it she returns to the table.
After eating, we lie on the bed, still dressed, with me spooning her from behind. My cock is nestled happily between her butt cheeks and I have my right arm cuddling her breasts as the two of us drift off to sleep.
After a restful nap, I gently wake Angel and tell her we need to get ready. I tell her to wear her really short jean shorts and her white crop top with no underwear. I put on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. When we are ready, I notice we have two hours before the contest.
“Let’s head over to the Full Throttle Saloon and enjoy ourselves before the contest Angel,” I say.
“Good idea, Master. I could use a few drinks, I’m so nervous.”
“No need to be nervous Angel, you’ll knock them dead!” I reply.
In no time, we find ourselves having our first drink of the night at the saloon. By the time the girls are told to check in for the contest, Angel is completely relaxed. There is an announcement for all contestants to check in.
“Remember Angel, no matter the outcome, have fun,” I say as she gets up and walks over to the check in.
While I find a good seat to watch the contest, Angel gets through the registration pretty quickly and then goes backstage to wait for it to start. I settle in with my drink and take a look around. There are a lot of people in the audience - this contest is huge!
Finally, the announcer comes on and welcomes everyone to the competition. "Thank you all for coming out to our wet t-shirt contest tonight. This is a great turnout. We did a head count and there are over 850 of you fine folks here to watch our girls. And we have quite a selection for you - over fifty girls have signed up to strut their stuff for you tonight!" he says. The crowd hoots and hollers in response to his announcement.
"Here's how this is going to work tonight" he continues, "We are going to run this in 'heats' sending out ten girls at a time at first. Once they show off their assets, we will let you judge who we keep and who eliminate. We will keep going until we have a winner. The winner gets the $5,000 first prize and this trophy!"
Then the announcer steps in the back to explain the rules to all the girls and in a few more minutes, the first group of girls comes to the stage. They have all changed into their t-shirts and some are wearing bikini bottoms, some are in their panties. Because of the rules of the competition (and the laws) the girls have to wear some kind of bottom clothing, or they will be immediately disqualified.
The competition t-shirts aren't even really t-shirts – they are undersized white t-shirts with the bar's logo on the back. They are very tight fitting, which is necessary to give the spectators a good show when they are wet. The shirts are also very thin, white cotton, the girl’s nipples are already a bit visible even when they are dry. The length is cut high, only extending down to about halfway between their belly button and breasts. There are no sleeves in the shirts and they are cut very low in the front, almost to the bottom of the breasts, so the girl’s tits are barely contained - if they lean over their breasts almost surely spill out!
When the first group comes out, the crowd cheers and whistles as they take the stage and the music starts. Each group gets two minutes at dance and jiggle before the next group comes out. My Angel is in this second group. Each group is kept in the back so they can't look out at the crowd until they get on stage, that way they can't prepare for what is to come.
The effect the crowd has on Angel invigorates her as she looks out at the crowd from the stage. The huge crowd is pumped and cheering, music starts as they line up and a guy with a fire hose sprays all the girls, totally soaking them instantly. The water is very cold, but few notice it at the time, they have so much adrenaline running through them. Angel is pushed backwards a couple steps when she is hit, but after recovering from the shock, she just smiles widely and does a sexy little pose, moving subtly to the music and pushing her tits out as far as she can.
The announcer comes out and stands beside each girl one at a time and if they get a big cheer, they are kept, if not, they are eliminated. Angel is very pleased to get a good enough response and she is pushed through the first round.
The first round consists of the girls getting on stage and just standing in a line as they get sprayed down. They can shimmy and wiggle, but they have to stay in one spot. This round eliminates half the girls in each group.
For the second round, the remaining girls are broken into two groups and they are wet down again, but this time they walk down the catwalk like a fashion show. They can make a little bit more eye contact with the crowd and give them a little more wiggle and show off more. Again, half of the girls in each group are eliminated. Angel was one of the girls who make it through this round as well.
That leaves twelve girls for round three and the girls do the catwalk again after being sprayed down. Each one makes another plea to the crowd to be spared as they display their wares. But half once again are eliminated. And again Angel survives the cut.
For the final round, six girls remain. As they wait backstage, the announcer comes out to talk to the crowd:
"Okay, this is the final round. Three of the six remaining girls will be eliminated and first second and third place will be determined. But let's spice things up a bit. This time the girls will be allowed to remove their tops for you once they get on stage and really perform for you. Unfortunately they can only be topless - the law says they can't get completely undressed. But we have to leave a little for the imagination don't we! So let's bring our girls out one last time and let them wiggle their asses for you see who wins this thing!"
The six finalists come out on stage and as soon as the music starts, they all strip out of their tops to the delight of the crowd. The girls all take up a spot on the catwalk in front of the crowd and begin dancing and grinding and showing their best dance moves. They squeeze their tits together, pretend to lick their hard nipples or pinch and pull them, and rub their crotches over their bottoms. Angel takes it a step further and unbuttons and unzips her jean shorts, shoving her hand under and then pulls it out, pretending to lick her juice off her fingers. That gets her a bunch of catcalls and she thinks she has it locked at that point, but the other girls see that getting raunchy works, so one decides to go for broke and drops her bottoms. She is immediately disqualified, much to her chagrin.
After the music stops, the girls line up on stage and the announcer comes to stand behind each girl. Everyone in the crowd applauds for their favorite girl and they are judged by the crowd's applause.
It turns out that Angel takes third place in the competition - she feels bad that she didn't win for me, her Master, and when she gets dressed again and comes to find me, she is disappointed in herself.
"I'm sorry Master, I only got third place in the competition. The other girls were just too pretty and too well built. I tried, I really tried, but I-" she says.
I cut her off with a finger to her lips. "My sweet slut, you may have gotten third place in some meaningless drunken competition, but you are number one with me. You are always number one with me," I tell her.