Page 39 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Sunday

Alina

"By the way, there's a high probability that you'll be totally freaked out by Bryce's outfit," said Kristen as we approached the door to go backstage.

"Oh God. Did Tim put all the backup dancers in man thongs?" A picture of Bryce wearing a man thong flashed through my head. "Actually, maybe that wouldn't be so bad."

"Uh, not quite."

I held the door open for Kristen and then went through. I immediately saw what she was talking about. In the corner, Tim was leading a group of men in American flag morph suits doing jumping jacks.

"Please tell me that's not them," I said.

"Who else would it be?"

"Fair enough. How do I know which one's Bryce?"

"Just look for whichever one gets a boner first when they see you. Those suits don't exactly provide much coverage down there."

My eyes immediately gravitated to their crotches. Kristen was right - I could see a pretty clear outline of all their packages. So that's why Tim chose these suits.

One of them turned to look at me. "Hey, eyes up here," he said.

"I'm sure she would say the same thing to you if she could see where your eyes were looking under that creepy mask," said Kristen.

The guy shrugged. "Alina, you look stunning."

"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?"

"Yes."

"Well, instead of that, during that part you're going to pull these tabs." Tim felt around on Bryce's morph suit until he located a little piece of fabric sticking out. "Got it?"

I reached out and felt the tab Tim was talking about. "Yeah, okay."

"Great. Kristen, take Alina to the curtain behind center stage. Bryce, follow me. I have a last minute change I want to go over with you."

"What's the last minute..." I started, but Tim had already pulled Bryce away. Not only was I curious about the last minute change, but I had hoped for a few final words of encouragement from Bryce.

I walked with Kristen around the perimeter of curtains until we were on the spot marked as center stage.

I peered through the curtain to look for Gabriela's scores on the jumbotron, and.

.. Holy fucking shit. The auditorium had been intimidating when it was empty, but now that it was completely full, it was a million times worse.

Kristen was right that I couldn't see the faces of the audience, but I could still tell that they were there.

The cameras were just as intimidating. Not only were they showing HD close-ups on massive TV screens mounted on the wall, but they were broadcasting those same images to millions of people around the world.

My knees started to feel weak and I grabbed onto Kristen, nearly knocking her over.

"Oh God," I said.

"What's wrong? Shit, did she get a perfect score?"

"What? No. I didn't see her score. I just saw the crowd. Kristen, that's so many people. How am I going to do this?"

"Alina, you're going to be amazing. Just focus on hitting your first few moves and you'll be fine. Now, let's figure out what scores Gabriela got so you know what you have to beat."

Kristen and I looked out through the curtains again and located her scores on the jumbotron. It wasn't broken down by judge, but it was split into the two categories. She scored 28 out of 30 for technical difficulty, and only 15 out of 30 for creativity and sensuality.

"Damn," said Kristen. "Only 15 for sensuality after she pulled her tits out and made out with someone?"

I shrugged and scanned the other scores.

Gabriela had scored the highest of anyone for sensuality.

The Chinese girl had only scored a 4 in that category, and the other girls both had sensuality scores in the low teens.

"It looks like that's the best score yet in that category though.

And overall she's winning with 43 out of 60 total points. "

"That's great. That means she'll be on the silver medal podium to watch you get gold. You ready to crush this bitch?"

"Yeah, let's do this," I said as confidently as I could muster. Or maybe I should pull a fire alarm.

I moved the curtain again to see the spotlight focus on Owen Harris.

Oh my God, I'm going to be performing a strip dance in front of Owen Harris.

I wasn't sure why I hadn't realized it before.

My heart started beating even faster. This was going to be absolutely mortifying.

"I can't do this with Owen Harris watching. I'm going to embarrass myself."

"Whatever," Kristen said. "He's no Professor Hunter."

I laughed. I remembered Professor Hunter's marketing class at the University of New Castle.

Kristen had always been so nervous whenever he called on her.

I looked back at the stage. Kristen was right to a certain extent.

But I wasn't thinking about Professor Hunter.

I was thinking about Bryce. And one thing was damn sure. Owen Harris was no Bryce Walker.

Owen Harris raised the mic to his mouth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Alina Smith performing for the USA!

" The crowd cheered as Owen Harris left the stage.

The spotlight dimmed to black. In the darkness, my backup dancers rushed on stage and formed two lines from the front of the stage back to the curtain.

One by one, blue spotlights focused on each of them as they stood up and pointed towards me behind the curtain.

"Go show Gabriela how to dance," said Kristen as the dance track started playing over the loud speakers. "I'm going to go watch from the audience to get a better view. You got this, Alina. Make that bitch wish she never fucked with you. "

It's time.

I didn't have time to think. I just had to burst onto stage.

The crowd erupted in cheers as I strutted towards the front of the stage.

Hearing that applause and not falling on my face within the first three seconds of my dance was a huge confidence boost. In fact, the applause was electric.

And unlike volleyball where people were cheering for the entire team, this applause was just for me.

My confidence grew with every move I hit. For a second I even tricked myself into thinking that it wasn't going to be bad at all, but then I remembered that Tim had choreographed it so that the start was fairly tame. I tried not to think about what was coming.

Grinding was the first sexy thing I had to do, but luckily it was with Bryce.

"You're doing awesome," he said as I dipped low and then pushed up on him. It felt like he was starting to get that erection he had promised me. I wasn't sure if I could do this without him here for support. Or without his hands on my waist.

My mind started to wander to what I would do with his erection after this dance. God, I was so horny. Focus, Alina!