Page 46 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Sunday

Alina

I immediately pulled back. "What the hell, Bryce?"

"If you're upset about that, you're probably going to be even more upset when I tell you that I'm not Bryce either."

Fuck my life! "Are you serious?" Oh my God, what the fuck did I just do?

I was kneeling on a stage looking up at a man who wasn't Bryce.

And I had sucked two cocks, neither of which were Bryce's.

I stood up and tried to run off the stage, but fake Bryce grabbed my wrist just as all the lights in the auditorium went out.

"What was that?" I asked. All I could see was flashes from the crowd, capturing the worst moment of my life.

"I dunno," he said. "Don't they flash the lights to signal that a performance should end soon? Better make sure you win now." As the lights came back on, he grabbed the side of my thong and tugged, tearing the thin fabric. At the same time, the other fake Bryce ripped off my pasties.

And just like that, besides for my garter belt, stockings, and high heels, I was completely naked in front of the entire stadium. And probably the millions of viewers at home. I immediately covered myself up with my hands the best I could. The music stopped and the crowd roared with approval.

Tears streamed down my face. I turned to run off the stage and ran right into Owen Harris.

He smiled at me and for a second his eyes wandered to my breasts. Oh my God, Owen Harris just checked me out. I put one arm in front of my breasts and my other hand between my legs.

"Wow, Alina," said Owen. "That was uh...quite the performance."

All I could do was stand there, covering my body. I had done plenty of post-game interviews in volleyball, but never a post-blowjob interview. I thought I'd be interviewed for the first time by Owen Harris after winning gold in volleyball. Not after having danced naked in front of him.

"Do you think the judges will react favorably?" he asked.

Reality started to sink in. I was supposed to perform a strip dance, and instead I had ended up blowing two guys I didn't know and getting completely naked. In front of the whole world. Oh my God. "Please tell me that wasn't being broadcast."

"Not by UBC, no. But you are quite popular on Twitter. Let's see if we can put that up on the jumbotron for you."

A second later the Twitter feed for #ITAblowjob appeared on the jumbotron. Whoever was controlling it slowly started scrolling. I expected to read a bunch of 140 character posts about me, but instead the feed was filled with HD pictures and gifs of me giving head and standing stunned and naked.

"Oh my God..." I was absolutely mortified. "Please tell me this is a dream." I knew my face was bright red.

Owen winced. "I'm afraid not. We were required to send the unedited footage to all the international broadcasts with rights to show the ITAs. One of them chose to air it."

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! "So the entire, unedited segment is available online?"

"Yes."

I gave a mortified laugh. It was all I could to do to keep from running off the stage in embarrassment.

Thoughts of all the people who I didn't want to see me giving a blowjob flooded into my head.

My mom, my dad, my grandma...really everyone in the world.

And where was Bryce during all of this? Why hadn't he stopped me?

I turned around, but all my backup dancers had exited the stage.

Owen put his finger to his ear piece. "Alright, I'm hearing that the judges have just about come to a decision, so let's get all the girls back out here."

"Can I please have a towel?" I asked.

The other contestants walked onto the stage, all wearing the lingerie they ended up in at the end of their performance. Compared to the cheers I got for having sex, the applause for the other contestants was lukewarm at best.

I was certain I would win gold if the audience were the one's voting, but they weren't. The judges were, and I had no idea what they were thinking.

The girls lined up next to me, with Gabriela right by me.

"Congrats on getting another silver, slut," said Gabriela.

Her words seemed to echo in my head and my tears started falling again.

I was a slut. There was no other word to describe the kind of person who would do what I had just done.

Oh my God, what the fuck had I just done?

Her smug smile was suddenly all I could see.

She had sabotaged my backup dancers’ uniforms. And now she was going to win Gold again.

I had ruined my reputation for nothing. My life was over.

I turned around to get off the stage, but Owen was standing there with a towel.

I quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around myself as I wiped away my tears.

I took a deep breath. There was no way I was going to run off the stage and give her that satisfaction.

I was done letting her make me feel awful about myself. Screw her.

"You're getting second place this time, Gabriela. Fuck you, and fuck you for sabotaging my dancers’ uniforms," I said.

"That wasn't me, honey." She rolled her eyes and looked toward the crowd. She waved her hand as if she knew they were cheering for her.

Huh? Who was it then? Wow, did Tim and Bryce really plan this whole thing? What the fuck is wrong with them?

Owen cleared his throat. "Okay, let me recap the situation before we hear from the judges.

Gabriela, for Brazil, is currently in first place with a technical score of 28 and a creativity score of 15, for a total of 43 out of a possible 60.

So to win gold for the US, Alina will need to have a total score of 44 or more, with the highest and lowest scores in each category being dropped. Judges?"

"Ms. Smith," said Mi-sook Park, the South Korean lady. "I thought your performance was a disgrace to the sport of dance and to these games. If it were up to me, you'd be disqualified. However, if I'm forced to score you, I give you a one in both categories."

It wasn't a great start, but I also wasn't surprised.

I could kind of tell she was going to give me a horrible score based on the judgy way she had looked at me when I was twerking.

I'm glad I couldn't see her reaction when I had been behind the flag.

Luckily, my lowest scores in each category get dropped, so both of those ones would be thrown out and getting gold was still within reach.

"Ouch," said Gabriela with a smug look on her face. I tried to ignore her.

The next judge leaned forward. He was tall, dark and handsome. I was pretty sure he was the one who hosted some Chilean dancing show.

"Alina," he said with a smile. "Before I start, can I borrow that towel? I got all sweaty over here watching you perform."

"This towel?" I asked, pointing at the one wrapped around my body.

"Yup. Just toss it to me."

"No." I swallowed hard. He thought I was a slut too. Everyone in the world thinks I'm a slut! Despite what they had seen me do, none of these people were ever going to see me naked again. I gripped my towel even tighter.

The judge laughed. "At first I thought that everything that just happened was an accident.

You're clearly a modest girl when you're not performing.

So sweet and innocent." He gave me a sly smile.

"Oh, I guess I'm supposed to score you? That's easy.

Ten for both categories. I've seen countless strip dances on my show over the past eight years, but none of them even come close to that. "

Yes!

"Wow, that's quite the difference of opinions between the first two judges," said Owen. "Alina can't get higher or lower scores in either category, so those will be dropped and every score from the final three judges will count. Dean Smith, what'd you think of Alina's dance?"

The third judge leaned into his mic. "Well, Alina," said Dean Smith, the choreographer from South Africa.

"Overall I enjoyed the dance, but I felt the dance portion was a bit safe from a technical aspect.

You didn't really attempt many difficult moves, and those that you did try left a bit to be desired.

So for a technical score, I have to give you a four.

However, I can't deny that the creativity and sensuality of your performance deserves a ten. "

I wrapped my towel tighter around myself. Yes, I was happy about the score, but I was mortified that these judges were giving me ratings based on the horrible things I had just done. Or maybe they were just judging my naked body. Fuck my life.

The next judge, a slim black man with a bald head and bright white smile, immediately chimed in.

"I have to agree with most of that, but I enjoyed the technical part of your performance more than Dean.

The whole dance, even before the end, was very sensual, which is the most important part of a strip dance.

So for that, I give you a technical score of six and a creativity score of nine. "

Nine? Really? I was pretty sure Tim had choreographed the most creative strip dance in the history of the sport. Giving head on stage? I was going to kill him.

"Alright, that's 29 points so far," said Owen Harris. "It all comes down to our final judge, Corinne Bellerose. She needs to give you a score of at least 15 for you to take home the gold. Corinne, what'd you think?"

I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I was so close to taking the gold from Gabriela.

But it was all up to Madame Bellerose, an editor at a hoity-toity French dance magazine.

She didn't look overtly disgusted like Mi-sook Park, but she also hadn't been grinning like a horny high-school boy like the three men at the judges' table had been.

"Miss Smith," she began in a heavy French accent.

Her expression was still unreadable. "Your dance was mediocre.

The strip parts were okay, but the dance moves were not so good.

Some of them could have been much uh..." she fumbled for the word, ".

..crisper. So for your technical score, I give you a five. "

Shit. That means I need a ten for creativity to win it.

"However, the end of your dance was incredible.

A strip dance is so often focused on one woman removing her clothes, so the way you had your backup dancers strip as well was quite brilliant.

But you even took it a step further. You teased us all by making us think the dance was over, and then you teased your dancers by giving them blowjobs, in front of each other.

I could feel the passion and the desire and jealousy from the other dancers.

Strip dances are all about building desire, and I think that dance made every man on the planet desire you. So for creativity, I give you a ten."

Ten? Did she really say ten? I looked at the jumbotron to check the scores. Gabriela - 43. Alina - 44.

Holy fuck! I really won!

"Congratulations, Alina," said Owen with a smile. "You just won gold."

I smiled and threw my arms around him.

He cleared his throat.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Why did I just hug Owen Harris while wearing nothing but a towel?

"It's okay." He winked at me and lifted one of my hands in the air. And in that moment, all I could think about was that I won gold. I won gold and beat Gabriela.

The familiar sound of the crowd cheering for me filled the air. God, I loved that sound.