Sorry for the long delay, folks, but I'm back...finally...
This next part is running really long. You'd think I was enjoying writing about a wet t-shirt contest or something. What a ridiculous notion!
So instead of making you wait I'm gonna post it in two pieces. Starting with this one.
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The room was crowded and noisy. Surveying the assembled people (mostly men), Ashley Willis rolled her eyes. Turning back to the man across the table from her, she sighed. “We're not doing this for your birthday again next year, James.”
James Shepard grinned widely at her. “That's okay, hon. I'll have the memories of this one time. And the pictures. And the video.”
“You can be such a pig sometimes,” she replied, shaking her head.
“You love me anyway.”
“Sometimes, you make me wonder why,” she said with a laugh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement on the stage at the far end of the restaurant. One of the hostesses, a short redhead, was approaching the microphone, her orange shorts and white tank top standing out under the spotlight.
“Alright! How's everybody doing tonight?” she said loudly. A chorus of enthusiastic, if slightly inebriated, cheers came back to her. “Great! So glad to hear you're all having a good time!” More cheering. “My name is Kelly, and I wanna welcome you to tonight's Hooters Wet T-Shirt Contest!” This was met with noticeably louder cheering. “Alright, guys, we're gonna have several lovely ladies up here competing for the chance to win $250, and we're gonna let you judge them!” She grinned at the assembled crowd. “Okay! Let's get the party started! We had the ladies sign up earlier tonight, so if I could have them all come down and gather around the stage...guys, clear a path for 'em...”
“There's your cue!” said James with a broad grin.
“Pig,” Ashley replied with her own smile. “Alright, I'm going, I'm going...” she said, rising from the table. As she walked past him toward the stage, James gave her a quick slap on the ass. “Hey!”
“For luck,” he said quickly, winking at her.
“Don't need luck. I've got these,” she replied, briefly lifting her 36C's through the thin white fabric of her shirt. She turned away again and moved a few steps closer to the stage, turning to glance over her shoulder and shaking her ass in her cutoff jean shorts at him. “See you in a few minutes with the grand prize.”
She strolled confidently toward the stage, swaying her hips for James' benefit since she knew he was watching (and maybe scoring a few bonus points with some of the men in the audience). She found herself in a small group of women standing at the base of the stairs leading up to the stage. She glanced around briefly at her competition as they waited for Kelly to call them up. Closest to her was a blond woman with pale gray eyes and noticeable curves—not just under the white tank top, but in the white shorts she was wearing as well. Looking back up from the woman's prodigious hips, Ashley saw she was looking right at her.
“Nervous?” said the blonde. Her voice seemed to have a faint accent that Ashley couldn't quite place.
“No, not at all,” she answered. When the blonde raised an eyebrow at her, she added, “Well, maybe a little. My boyfriend talked me into doing this.”
“Relax. What's there to be nervous about? You're only getting judged for your tits by a room full of drunken assholes,” she replied with a chuckle. Ashley heard her accent again.
Australian, maybe?
“Thanks, that's very reassuring,” Ashley said flatly.
“Heh. I do what I can,” the blonde smiled. “Amanda Larson.”
“Ashley. Ashley Willis,” she replied.
“Nice to meet you, Ashley. Good luck, and may the best rack win!” Amanda said with a wink.
“Good luck to you, too,” she answered, then went back to surreptitiously checking out the other women. She saw a petite Asian woman, noticeably shorter than the rest of them. At a glance, Ashley figured she couldn't be taller than 5'1” and wasn't sporting more than a B-cup under her shirt, which even looked a little loose on her.
She's cute, but no competition there, she thought briefly, then mentally chided herself for being rude.
The next woman in line looked young—possibly not even drinking age—and Ashley's attention was immediately drawn to the electric blue highlights throughout her shoulder-length black hair. A moment later she realized the girl's eyes were also a strikingly bright shade of blue; she found herself wondering if the girl wore colored contacts. She even had on a vivid blue thong bikini bottom.
No points for guessing her favorite color, then... Ashley realized this girl could be quite a contender. The hair made her highly memorable, her breasts were definitely about a cup size bigger than Ashley's, and she had big nipples that were highly visible even now—never mind when cold water soaked through her thin shirt.
Next to her was a slender woman whose bronze skin and exotic facial features suggested Middle Eastern or Indian descent; she wore a dark purple swimsuit bottom, more modest than the blue-haired girl's but cut in a way that accentuated her long legs. Her midriff was exposed by her shirt, cut off just below her breasts, which Ashley guessed to be close in size to her own. She had violet eyes and long, wavy brown hair that fell past her shoulders. Noticing Ashley's gaze, she smiled faintly at her; Ashley gave her a quick, embarrassed smile and turned to check out the last woman in the group.
She was surprised to see the final contestant was older than the rest of them—she looked like she might be in her mid-thirties. Not that thirty-something was old, really, but she wouldn't think a contest like this would attract many women past about 25.
Still. She looks damn good for her age. The woman was taller than the rest of them, likely at least 5'9”, and she looked very toned and athletic, her muscles visible under her skin with even the slightest motion, though not so obvious as to detract from her femininity. She wore a red skirt around her wide hips below a white tank top wrapped tightly around breasts that had to be 38DD if they were an inch—but on her frame they didn't look oversized. Her long, deep red hair was pulled back, held in place by a gold band over her head. She was smiling at the crowd of men, standing in such a way as to display her assets. It looked casual, but Ashley was pretty sure she was doing it on purpose.
Hmm. She could be hard to beat...
“Okay!” Ashley's thoughts were interrupted by Kelly at the microphone. The perky redhead had a broad smile on her face as she spoke. “We've got six gorgeous girls gathered here and ready to strut their stuff! Who's ready to meet them?” Enthusiastic cheers went up from the assembled crowd as rock music began to play. Kelly glanced at a list in her hand. “Sounds like you're ready to party! So let's see our first contestant... Talia Ray! Come on up!”
The Indian woman ascended to the stage, her long, lean legs making short work of the steps. She smiled at the audience and strutted back and forth across the stage a few times, walking in a way that really showed off her legs and making sure to turn around slowly to give the crowd a good look at her firm ass, hugged by the swimsuit bottom. At Kelly's direction, she stopped at the far end of the stage and stood with a hand on one hip, smiling.
“Alright! How about a big hand for Talia?” After a few moments of applause, Kelly called the next name on her list. “Next up we have... Kasey Goto! Come here, Kasey!” The Asian woman went up the stairs and immediately surprised Ashley—between the unflattering shirt and her small stature, she'd assumed Kasey wouldn't be very comfortable on the stage, but she played to the crowd well, beaming the whole time as she strolled confidently around, occasionally stopping to teasingly lift the bottom of her shirt and expose her belly. That move got some cheers, but she got even more when she turned facing away from the crown and promptly pulled down the black skirt she'd been wearing to expose a barely-there thong. She kicked the unneeded skirt into the crowd to yet more cheers, then stood next to Talia with a grin.
Never judge a book by its cover, I guess... Ashley thought, caught completely off-guard by Kasey's performance.
“Wow, that was...quite a show!” a stunned Kelly uttered after a moment. “Let's hear it for Kasey, guys!” The next name was called, and Lara Tyson turned out to be the blue-haired girl. She stopped in the middle of the stage and did an exaggerated dance to the music—which, appropriately, had changed to “Cherry Pie” just before her turn. She worked her body in time to the beat, getting an obvious reaction from the crowd.
Not quite as much reaction as Kasey, but then it's hard to beat dropping your pants on stage. After a few moments, Lara stopped her dance and joined Kasey at the rear of the stage.
Ashley heard her name called next and she stepped up. For one panicked moment she couldn't think of anything to do except walk.
You can do this. Pretend it's just for James. She looked to his table, where he was watching the stage in rapt attention. Feeling better, she stood at the front of the stage and struck a pose, smiling coquettishly and blowing kisses at the audience before spinning around and shaking her ass for the crowd. Personally, she thought it looked great in her tight cutoffs, and the cheers from the audience backed her up. Turning back around, she lifted her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together to further cheers. Grinning, she stepped into the lineup next to Lara, hearing the applause for her before Kelly called the next name.
“Amanda Larson! Get your ass up here, girl!” The blonde did exactly that, swaying her generous ass with every step she took up the stairs and across the stage. She sashayed over to the redheaded hostess, turning her back to the audience and bending at the waist before gesturing at Kelly. “You want me to—okay!” she said at Amanda's nod. Kelly pulled her free hand back and gave the blonde's curvaceous ass a smack as she grinned at the cheering crowd. Amanda turned back around and hefted her 38D breasts like Ashley had.
Copycat, Ashley thought as the blonde strode over to stand next to her.
“Alright guys, give it up for Amanda! Yeah! And last but not least, we have... Sara Judge! Show us what you've got, Sara!” The fit redhead walked gracefully up the steps, her every movement suggesting an underlying confidence and strength. She sauntered across the stage, slowly rolling her hips and giving the assembled men a sultry smile. She stood in the middle, posed to show off her athletic build, and swayed her huge boobs from side to side before lifting the bottom of her tank top almost high enough to show her nipples. She got quite a bit of applause for that one before she joined the other contestants at the back of the stage.
The six women stood side-by-side, smiling at the audience in their best sexy poses, as Kelly returned to center stage and spoke to the audience again. “Well! Looks like you guys are already enjoying these fine ladies! How about another round of applause for them?” She beamed at the crowd as they complied, then turned as a tall, slim Hooters girl with a blonde ponytail walked up to her carrying a water hose with a sprayer on the end. “But everybody knows that it's not a wet t-shirt contest without the water! Right, Jackie?” she said, motioning to someone offstage as she gripped the water hose and pointed it at the blonde. After a few seconds, the hose went stiff from the water pressure and Kelly squeezed the sprayer, soaking the other girl's top and revealing her nipples, rapidly stiffening from the cold water. Jackie turned and grinned at the crowd, waving as she stepped off to one side of the stage. “Give it up for my friend and fellow Hooters girl Jackie, she's a real sport!” Kelly said as the audience cheered.
“And just to show that I play fair...” So saying, she turned the sprayer on herself, wetting her white shirt and making it cling to her curves. Kelly was short, but she was stacked, and the men in the crowd definitely noticed. “Come on, guys, I'm not in the contest,” she said with a grin. “Let's get these other ladies nice and wet, shall we?” Dragging the hose, she strolled quickly to the far end of the stage and faced Talia, who immediately arched her back and thrust out her chest. “Loving the enthusiasm!” said Kelly as she sprayed Talia's chest. She moved on to Kasey, who adopted a similar pose and rubbed her breasts through the translucent shirt when the water stopped. Kelly moved quickly down the line, drenching the six women before returning to the microphone. Ashley tried not to shiver as the chilly water soaked into her shirt; she wanted to maintain a good show. She noticed that Sara made a particularly impressive sight—her tank top was already clingy before it got wet, and her breasts didn't sag despite their size.
Kelly grabbed the mic again. “Well guys, we got them wet; time to move on to--”