Page 41 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

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 samba, I was pretty sure I was 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 handsprings.

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.