Page 44 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Sunday

Bryce

Five Minutes Earlier

The spotlights followed Alina and two of the backup dancers walking to the front of the stage, effectively making the rest of us on the stage invisible.

As the dancers pulled an American flag in front of Alina and the music cut out, I ducked off stage.

I had to get to my phone so I would be ready to send Em a warning if Alina didn't win gold.

Although at this point, I thought she had a pretty good shot.

She had gone all out to win, even taking her bra off.

It made me incredibly jealous that everyone got to see her beautiful breasts, but if her taking her bra off got her closer to the gold and Em closer to safety, I wasn't going to argue.

And I certainly didn't mind the view of her spectacular tits, so perky and full.

I hoped I would see more of them, not covered by pasties, later that night.

I got a few funny looks from stagehands as I sprinted over to the bag I had hidden behind some props.

If they hadn't been watching the performance, I could see why they'd be shocked to see a nude, fully erect man running around backstage.

Oh well. Covering myself was of secondary importance to making sure I had a way of contacting Em.

I fumbled around in the bag until my hand hit my phone.

Someone patting me on the back startled me.

"Dude, that was great!" said Tim.

Of course it's Tim. Who else would pat a naked man on the back? "Think it was enough to win gold?" I asked as I pulled Em's contact info up on my phone.

"Maybe. Alina did a kickass job, especially with only a few days of practice. And you did great not freaking out when your suit tore open."

"Man, I couldn't believe when that happened. Do you think Gabriela sabotaged the suits to fuck with Alina's performance? Or is Yao Kai getting us back?"

"Neither."

"Huh? Why do you say neither?"

"Because I designed the suits to make that happen."

"Why the hell would you do that?" I asked.

Tim grinned at me. "You said to make sure the USA won this event at all costs, so that's what I did."

"How is a bunch of naked guys going to sway a judges panel made up of a majority of men?" Why the hell did I trust Tim with this task? Now my sister is going to get fucking killed. Fuck!

Tim laughed. "The male nudity wasn't for the judges, it was just phase 1 of my master plan."

"What?"

"When I looked into the judges' backgrounds, I found a few interviews where some of them commented positively on Luciana Acosta's performance in Chile's version of Dancing with the Stars where she took her top off and didn't have any pasties on.

The translation was slightly ambiguous, but it seemed like at least one of the judges on today's panel would have liked to see her take things even further. "

Further?

"So further is exactly what I decided to give them."

"How so?"

"Okay, so you know how we always practiced with me holding one side of the flag at the end?"

"Yes..."

"And then how right before the dance I told you to switch spots with one of the guys in the background so you could make a quick exit?"

"Yes."

"Well, that was actually so that Alina would think it was you holding the flag at the end. Since you all had your faces covered, she wouldn't realize it wasn't you."

"And?"

"I told the guy to pretend to be you and suggest that she give him a blowjob to boost her sensuality score."

"Dude, she's not going to fall for that shit. Wait, weren't you planning all this for Kristen rather than Alina? I thought you liked her, why would you want to trick her into blowing some other guy?"

"Because there's more. I had a friend hack into a few of the judges' computers to see what they were into.

What he found was tons of porn featuring girls with multiple partners.

So the plan was for the guy on the other side of the flag to pretend to be you after Alina blows the first guy for a few seconds.

I figured she'd be so mortified about blowing the wrong guy that she'd easily agree to blow the second guy too, and then they'd drop the flag. "

"Tim, that's the worst plan I've ever heard."

"Why? I'm like 50% sure the judges will love it, and I know Alina will. I went through a lot of effort to only choose men with larger than average penises and also to screen them to make sure they were disease free. It's all about the attention to detail."

"Well, it might have worked on Kristen, but it's not going to work on Alina. I sure as hell hope her dance was enough to win the gold even without your shitty plan. Let's go see her scores." I started to type Em's number into my phone as we walked over to the curtains to see the scores come in.

I was surprised to see Owen Harris still behind stage peeping out through the curtain. He should have been out there with Alina getting her scores. And why is the music still going?

Owen Harris pushed on his ear piece and leaned down towards the microphone on his label, speaking way faster than I had ever heard him speak on air. "I don't know what the hell to do! Should I try to stop it?"

Shit. He could only be talking about one thing.

I found a break in the curtains and peered through. The naked dancers were all still standing in a line. Alina was on her knees in front of the man she thought was me, her red, white, and blue lips wrapped around his cock as she bobbed up and down on his length.

Fuck! I pushed the curtain back and started to run out on stage, but Tim grabbed my hand to stop me.

"Dude, just wait a second," said Tim. "Any minute now he's going to tell her that he's not you and she'll stop blowing him. You going out there and making a scene will just ruin her shot at gold."

I pushed him off of me. "So I'm just supposed to sit here and watch while Alina sucks some other guy's cock?"

"Yeah, what's the big deal? I told you that the guys are disease free and all have nice big penises. Just sit back and enjoy the show, and afterwards she'll really owe you something good."

"Why is them having big penises a good thing? And you totally would have been okay with this if it was Kristen?"

"Of course. Women have needs, and watching them get those needs fulfilled is a beautiful thing. You like porn, don't you?"

"Not really, and especially not when it's Alina and some other guy!"

"Relax, dude. She doesn't even know who those guys are. She just thinks she's blowing you right now. God, men can be so possessive sometimes. You should just think of it as a performance."

How is this happening right now? I thought Alina was super into me.

Then I remembered what I had said to her right before the performance.

"I want you to do whatever it takes to beat Gabriela, even if it means showing the entire world your ass.

" There was no way that she could have taken that to mean that she should blow one of backup dancers, right?

Shit. I also said I might not be able to wait for her to get off stage before having sex with her. Fuck!

"Look at what Alina wishes she was doing to you right now," Tim said and slapped me on the back. "You're a lucky man."

"What is wrong with you?!"

"What do you mean? It's going really well. Kristen has been super horny because of their sex ban, so I figured Alina would be too. Apparently I was right. Everything is going according to plan."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't mess up the dance. Em's life depended on it. But I also couldn't just stand here and let a guy that Alina thought was me take advantage of her. "I can't watch her suck another man's dick, Tim."

"Don't worry, that's not the plan."

"What do you mean?"

"She'll stop soon. The man on the other side of the flag is about to pretend he's actually you. This is going to be so great. There's no way she's not going to get a perfect sensuality score."

I looked back over at Alina. The guy who she thought was me had his hands in her hair and was guiding his cock in and out of her mouth. Jesus.

"Fuck this, I have to stop him," I said. I reached to take my mask off.

"You can't go out there. I forgot to replace my name with yours on the final roster, so if you show your face, Alina could be disqualified. You have to just let my plan take course."

Shit. I had to do something, and fast. It was so very tempting to pull off my mask, but then she'd be disqualified and all of this would have been for absolutely nothing. Shit, shit, shit.

Tim smiled and gave me the thumbs up.

No! Thumbs up is not the proper response to this situation.

Even though Tim obviously thought this was awesome and didn't understand why I didn't enjoy watching Alina giving a blowjob to another guy, he was the one who concocted this whole thing in the first place, so maybe he would have an idea of how to stop it.

"Tim, we have to stop this." I pulled my mask off and threw it on the ground.

"Why? Alina is going to really thank you for this." Tim clapped his hand on my back.

"Alright, I know you don't understand this, but I really am not enjoying this. You have exactly ten seconds to come up with a way to stop this without Alina getting disqualified or I'm going to knock you the fuck out and stop it myself."

Tim looked around and then up, and then shook his head. "I would say pull the curtain, but she'd still be in front of it. But Owen Harris is standing over there. Maybe as host he could put a stop to it?"

"This better fucking work," I said.

I put my hands over my junk as we walked over to Owen.

"Owen?" said Tim.

He turned and looked at both of us, clearly making a concerted effort to keep from accidently looking at my penis. "Tim Wood, right?" he asked. "The choreographer for all this?"

"That's me!" said Tim.

"This is insane. Was this choreographed into the performance?"

"Let's just call it a wardrobe malfunction," Tim said with a wink.

"Well, you better hope the judges like it as much as the public does. This thing is blowing up on social media."