Page 38 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Sunday

Alina

"It's starting," said Kristen. She turned up the volume on the TV mounted on the wall of our changing room.

It was a good thing I was scheduled to dance last, because Judy and Cindy were still working on my hair and makeup and I was still wearing my bathrobe. I turned my attention to the TV.

The cameras panned over the thousands of people in the audience cheering as Owen Harris walked out onto the stage. He was dressed in a tux rather than the suits he usually wore in the studio.

"Ladies and gentlemen," began Owen, "welcome to our final event here at the 2017 International Tournament of Athletes.

Incredibly, after two weeks and over 900 medals, Brazil and the United States are both even with 41 gold, 27 silver, and 29 bronze.

It would be against the spirit of the games to end with a tie, so we have the pleasure of seeing one final event: the strip dance. "

Owen stopped and repeated everything he had just said in Portuguese before continuing.

"To ensure a proper level of competition, athletes from the five countries with the most medals will be competing.

The order has been predetermined based on a random draw.

Germany will go first, followed by Russia, China, Brazil, and the United States.

The scoring will be determined by our panel of five esteemed judges.

Each judge will give the performances two scores on a scale of one to ten.

The first score will be for technical aspects and the difficulty of the dance routine.

The second score will be for creativity and sensuality.

The top and bottom scores for each category will be discarded, and then the total score will be the sum of the remaining scores.

The maximum possible score is 60. In the event of a tie, all scores will be taken into account, including the highest and lowest in each category. "

Owen again stopped to translate his speech to Portuguese and then the camera zoomed in on the first judge.

"At the judging table, we have Mi-sook Park from South Korea, famed instructor at the Seoul University of Performing Arts." Mi-sook Park nodded her head curtly.

"Next we have Dean Smith from South Africa, award winning choreographer for countless movies and music videos." Dean gave a toothy grin and turned around in his seat to wave to the crowd. He seemed a hell of a lot more fun than Mi-sook.

The final three judges were Leon Green, a Jamaican performer, Lucas Ramos, a TV personality on a Chilean dancing show, and Corinne Bellerose, editor-in-chief at a hoity-toity sounding French dance magazine.

"Done!" said Cindy, spinning my chair away from the TV so I could look in the mirror.

"Holy shit," I muttered. I barely recognized myself.

My hair had been curled, but in a way that made it look a million times better than when I do it.

And somehow Cindy had done my makeup to accentuate all my best features and make my imperfections disappear.

She had turned my eyes into mini American flags by applying sparkly blue eye shadow and adding red and white striped eyelash extensions.

She also made my lips appear way more full than they ever had before.

My upper lip was blue with white stars, and my bottom lip was striped red and white.

"Wow, you look incredible," said Kristen.

"Can you guys always follow me around and do my hair and makeup all the time?" I asked.

My stylists smiled. "We're glad you like it."

"Ready to get dressed?" asked Annie.

"Yeah," I said. I got up and walked over to a raised platform in the center of the room. It seemed so fancy, like I was at one of those boutiques on the shows where girls try on $10,000 bridal gowns.

Annie untied my robe and hung it up on a hanger, leaving my completely naked. I didn't know if I should cover myself or not. Is it rude to have my tits everywhere? Or will it make everyone uncomfortable if I act like it's a big deal and cover myself?

Before I could come to a conclusion, Annie handed me a lacy blue thong. It didn't cover much, but it was better than me standing here completely naked.

Then Annie grabbed two sparkly blue stars about two inches wide and peeled some white paper off the back of them.

"Are those pasties?" I asked.

"Yup."

"If you think I'm going to prance around stage wearing pasties, you're crazy. Taking my bra off isn't part of the dance."

Annie laughed. "Well that would certainly get the judges attention.

But no, that's not what they're for. They're more of an insurance policy against any unfortunate accidents.

Things can move around when you're dancing.

Wouldn't you rather everyone get a peak at one of these blue stars than at your nipples? "

Oh God. I was already nervous enough about this performance. Now I had to add a nip slip to my list of horrible things that might happen. "Yeah, I guess so."

Annie positioned the stars on my nipples, somehow without actually touching my breasts. "Hold those there for twenty seconds."

I reached up and pressed the stars onto my nipples. It felt so strange having them there. While I held them in place, Annie pulled a lacy blue push up bra off of a hanger and brought it over to me.

"Arms out," she said.

I put my arms out and she slid the bra onto me. Then she went around and hooked it in the back. Next came the red and white striped garter belt and stockings. One of the stockings was red and the other was white.

Annie took a step back and admired her handy work. She tilted her head and tapped her finger against her lips. "Can you pull your garter belt down a bit on the left? And adjust your breasts."

"You mean push them up?" I thought I knew what she was talking about, but I didn't want to be awkward and grab my boobs unless that was what she wanted me to do.

She nodded.

I tugged on my garter belt and then reached into each of my cups and pulled my breasts up. I hadn't looked in a mirror yet, but just from looking down I could tell that this was the best pushup bra ever. My cleavage had never looked this good before.

"Perfect," said Annie. "Alright, Cindy, time to work your magic."

"Huh?" I asked. "I thought my makeup was already done?"

Cindy walked over and put a few makeup containers and brushes on the floor next to me. "Your face is done, but you still need a little body makeup. Believe me, you'll like how it looks."

"Body makeup? That's a thing?" I looked at Kristen.

She shrugged.

"I'm just going to add some foundation and highlight a few areas," said Cindy as she brushed make-up onto my legs and ass.

Then she added a few strokes with a different brush around my ass and blended the lines with some sort of sponge thing.

The next area she focused on was my cleavage.

When I looked down a second later, my boobs looked even bigger.

"Whoa," said Kristen. "Can you teach me how to do that?"

Cindy smiled. "It's pretty simple. It's like face contouring, only for your body. I'm sure you can find a tutorial on YouTube."

"Alright, ready to put your dress on?" asked Annie. She had already taken it off the hanger.

"Wait, this is what I'm stripping down to?" I twisted my neck to look back at my ass. The thong covered nothing. Oh my God. No.

"Yup," said Annie.

"You look freaking hot," said Kristen.

"But...my ass is everywhere. Are you sure I'm not supposed to wear some boy shorts instead? This seems wildly inappropriate."

"Asses aren't a big deal in Brazil," said Annie. "Thongs are just the norm for bikinis down here. Anyway, I'm just following Tim's orders."

I turned to Kristen. "You need to have a talk with your man. Why did he want to show your ass to everyone?"

"He's just doing his best to make us win. You really think Gabriela isn't going to be strutting around in a thong? Hell, we'll be lucky if she keeps her underwear on."

"Fuck my life." As much as I hated to admit it, Kristen was right. We needed to go all out to beat Gabriela, because Gabriela would sure as hell do whatever it takes to beat us. Like bribing the refs in the final. So many shitty calls...

"For what it's worth, your ass looks beautiful," said Kristen. "Cindy did an awesome job. Go look in the mirror."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. Go look."

I stepped off the platform and got between the mirrors. "Damn," I said. Somehow, Cindy had made all of the stretch marks on my ass disappear. I still wasn't comfortable mooning millions of people, but at least it would be slightly less mortifying than I anticipated.

I got back on the platform and Annie helped me slip into my dress. Then she helped me strap my blue stilettos on, slid some red, white, and blue bracelets on my wrists, and put dangly earrings in each of my earlobes.

"All done," said Annie with a smile.

I carefully stepped off the platform and walked back to the mirror. I didn't want to twist my ankle like Kristen had. Or maybe I should to get out of this horrible performance. The thought was tempting, but I couldn't do it. I had to beat Gabriela.

I looked in the mirror and twirled around. The blue dress was covered in sparkles, had a super deep V neckline, and had slits practically up to my hips. If I wasn't going to strip it off anyway, I would have been horrified at how revealing it was.

"You have to admit," said Kristen, "Tim has a great eye for fashion."

"His eye for fashion was never what was in question." I turned to my three stylists. "Thank you so much for all the magic you three just pulled off. I've never felt so pretty in my entire life."

"You look beautiful," said Cindy. Judy nodded in agreement.

"You're going to do awesome," agreed Annie.

Kristen smiled at me. "Time to go win gold."