Fearless Curves (7 page)

Then the DJ spoke over the music, “Don’t forget the wet t-shirt contest at ten. Ladies can win $500. Come see me to sign up.” Trudy and Sarah immediately looked at me.

“Oh no! I’m not getting up there,” I said wagging my finger at them but I already knew I’d do it if they pressed the issue.

“You danced half-naked on the bar at Hogs and Heifers,” Trudy reminded me. Sarah looked from Trudy to me and back again. I could tell that surprised her a bit.

“I’m sorry I ever told you that,” I said and scowled playfully at Trudy.

“Really? C’mon do it, Brandy. Show us your tits,” Sarah said. I rolled my eyes and tried to think of a reason not to do it.

“Brandy, you’ve got to do it. Come on. You’re boobs are fantastic. Not like my floppy tits,” Trudy said and I laughed as she grabbed herself. I had to admit, my boobs were rather perky for being so big and full.

“And these I bought at Amazon,” Sarah said and grabbed her own. All of us laughed at that.

“I hate you both,” I said but Trudy and Sarah were already leading me to the DJ to sign up.

“OK, hang out here and we’ll call you up in a minute,” he told us. Again, I had butterflies but they were a mix of nervousness and excitement. A minute later, a woman grabbed me, took me aside and handed me a white t-shirt. It was cheap, thin and two sizes too small.

“You can change back there,” she told me and pointed to a door behind the DJ booth. I went back there and several other girls went with me as well. Some of them seemed to have done this before. They immediately began removing shirts, tops and even dresses and pulling the thin, gauzy white t-shirts over their mostly thin torsos. Two other girls, obviously first-timers too, and I followed suit. I could barely pull my t-shirt over my breasts and when I did, it was nearly see-thru stretch over my big breasts.

Before I had the chance to reconsider my decision, the woman that handed me the t-shirt called us out onto the makeshift stage near the DJ booth. We followed her and lined up before the crowd. Trudy and Sarah were right in front cheering me on. I glared at them but they seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. I was second to last in a line of seven women. Some were thin and athletic with perky, natural boobs. Others were like human Barbie dolls with tits as fake as the dolls they looked like. The balance of the victims...I mean competitors, were pretty women with average boobs just having a good time.

But I, and a by quite a wide margin, had the largest breasts of the group. If big was the point, I would probably win but I suspected one of those Barbie dolls or the fit, workout queen with the perky B cups and the pencil eraser nipples would be more popular with the crowd. I was also the biggest girl on stage but I tried not to let that bother me.

“All right, Ginger. Let’s get these ladies wet,” the DJ called out and the woman that led us on stage began dousing cheap t-shirt-covered breasts in water and by the sound of the squeals and screams, it was ice water. She finally got to me but had barely two inches of water in her pitcher. She looked at me and then the pitcher. She gave the crowd and exaggerated frown, shrugged her shoulders and signaled to someone else to bring more. The crowd laughed and cheered. Lovely. Two perky girls walked over to help her out, each with a pitcher in hand.

The girls took up positions on each side and poured one pitcher of ice water over each of my boobs. I shrieked as the girls, obviously following a carefully crafted script rendered my already nearly see-through shirt all but invisible. My nipples immediately shrank and became painfully hard and I was left shivering as the girls bounded off stage. Bitches!

The DJ began the show, giving each girl a chance to introduce herself and then show off her assets to the crowd. I watched when I wasn’t glaring at Trudy and Sarah but they seemed to take delight in my dilemma. Each girl shouted out her name and then felt herself up or shook her breasts for the crowd who in turn cheered wildly. Then the woman who had led us on stage, Ginger apparently, put the microphone in front of me and winked. She‘d done this a thousand times before and was lending me a bit of courage. I sighed and did my duty.

“I’m Brandy,” I told the crowd and they cheered encouraging me to show off my boobs. Trudy and Sarah joined them.

“C’mon, Brandy. Shake those tits!” Trudy shouted. I couldn’t help but laugh but instead of shaking them, I lifted one breast to my mouth and sucked my nipple through the thin cotton fabric and then squeezed them both and licked my lips. That got a reaction from the crowd and my companions laughed and high-fived each other, proud of their work.

“I hate you!” I mouthed at them bringing even more laughter from my companions. The show moved along and soon we were being judged for the finals. The crowd cheered for each of us in turn as the DJ judged the relative volume of the cheers for each girl. When it was over, he called my name along with the workout queen and one of the Barbie dolls. I was in the finals. I moved over next to the other girls, each perfect in her own way and tried hard not to judge myself in their presence.

“OK, girls. This is winner takes all. Five hundred dollars is on the line. Show us what you’ve got!” The DJ announced and Ginger doused us all again with water that felt even colder than the first time if that was possible. The Barbie doll was sure she had it in the bag and simply felt herself up almost as if she was bored by the proceedings and just wanted her money. The workout queen was in nothing but panties and the t-shirt and she danced seductively for the crowd and boy could that girl move. I tried to figure out a way to top them but I ended up just shaking my hips and rubbing my nipples.

It was obvious I wasn’t going to win against those other girls despite the size of my breasts. I did my part, however, until Trudy leaned over and whispered something into Sarah’s ear. Sarah looked up at me mischievously and nodded in agreement to some plan they were hatching They both turned towards the crowd and in Trudy’s boisterous voice and Sarah’s suddenly deep, booming voice, they began to chant, “Skin to win! Skin to win! Skin to win!”

Soon, the patrons near them had taken up the chant and it spread throughout the crowd like wildfire. Fists pumped in the air as the entire crowd chanted. Sarah and Trudy turned, still chanting and nodded at me. I looked at the other girls. The work out queen was shaking her head. She wasn’t willing to revel any more than she had despite her absolutely perfect body. The Barbie doll obviously didn’t think she had to show her boobs to win. She always got by on her looks, I could tell.

I looked back at my friends and they were nodding even more vigorously. I wanted to. I could use five hundred bucks and I’d have loved to show those two skinny girls a big girl like me could be just as sexy and alluring. Then suddenly, I thought about Jack and what he’d said about me. He loved my big, curvy body and my fat ass. He thought I was sexy as hell. I wondered how many men out in the crowd did too. It was a bit ironic that Jack became my motivation to win this damned contest and show those skinny bitches who was boss.

I reached up, took the flimsy t-shirt in my hands and tore it to shreds, revealing my big boobs to the crowd. They went absolutely nuts. The workout queen lifted her t-shirt to tease the crowd but she couldn’t do it. She was too self-conscience. The Barbie doll barely paid any attention, sure she could whip the fat girl with her fake tits and tiny waistline. Then the crowd’s chant changed as I began sucking my nipple again. That did it. Now instead of, “Skin to win,” they chanted, “Six, six, six!” That was my number.

Sarah and Trudy hugged and joined the crowd in calling out my number as they jumped up and down. I played with my big breasts and danced for the crowd as they shouted my number in unison. I’d never felt so good in my life. I’d never felt so alive. “Looks like the people have spoken,” the DJ announced and Ginger hopped on stage and shooed the Barbie doll and the workout queen off leaving me all alone. The workout queen congratulated me as she left and I saw a bit of envy in her eyes, almost as if she wished she had my courage. If she only knew. The Barbie doll scowled at me and I couldn’t help blowing her a kiss, to which she huffed and rolled her eyes.

Sarah and Trudy crawled up on stage to join me. Each took one of my breasts, lifted it and sucked on my nipple bringing a wild cheer from the crowd. “OK, ladies! There’s laws in this town, you know,” the DJ announced jokingly. Trudy and Sarah stopped as I laughed.

“You’re both in so much trouble,” I said as Ginger handed me a wad of twenty dollar bills. The lights that illuminated the makeshift stage went dark and the crowd went back to dancing and drinking, my moment of glory soon forgotten by my fickle fans. My time in the spot light was brief but despite my reluctance to get up there at all, I’d had the time of my life. I felt like I could do anything right then.

“Oh, I agree. We’re bad girls, Brandy. Make us drink and dance until we pass out,” Sarah said.

“Oh yeah, buy us drinks. That’ll show us,” Trudy added. I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I left them standing there to go get dressed again.

“You’re both terrible people,” I said jokingly and threw a twenty on the floor. “Get me a shot of Jack Daniels...no two shots,” I ordered as I went. The girls eagerly retrieved the money and did as I asked. I smiled to myself. I thought the previous night was crazy but this was off the hook. I was turning into a seriously wild bitch and I kind of liked it.

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It was noon when I finally dragged myself out of bed Sunday morning. What a night. Two crazy nights in a row had me wondering what had gotten into me. The wet t-shirt contest was just the beginning but it was definitely the craziest part of night, or was it? I suddenly remembered what happened at Trudy’s house after we blew half the five hundred dollars buying drinks for cute guys as well as ourselves.

An hour or so after I’d won, we left the club and hit a gay bar. That was fun but uneventful for the most part. All I could think about was I’d never discovered two good-looking guys kissing could be so arousing. Then it was off to Trudy’s house where she broke out the coconut rum and some pot. Yeah, I remembered now. Did I really smoke weed?

“Come on, Brandy. It’s harmless,” Trudy prodded me after she produced a bag of gray-green leaves and a pipe.

“I can’t do that? Go ahead,” I told her but Sarah wasn’t going to let it lie.

“Brandy, live a little,” she said and then Trudy handed Sarah the pipe and she lit it up and took hit. Sarah held it in and then exhaled a puff of bluish smoke. “Oh, yeah!” she said, apparently enjoying the feeling it produced and handed the pipe and lighter to me.

“Don’t you two work for the school district?” I asked.

“I work there, but I’m not their property. Besides, the union negotiated random drug testing out of our contract,” Sarah said. I guess that made sense. Like Trudy said, just because she was a school teacher didn’t mean she had to be innocent and chaste.

“Yeah, what I do after hours is my business,” Trudy added. I looked at them both and snatched the pipe from Sarah. I did as she had and ended up hacking up a lung as I inhaled. Sarah and Trudy laughed but I tried again and the second time it was easier. I coughed a bit but managed to hold the pungent smoke in my lungs. “Good shit,” I managed to say and then we all laughed hysterically. Things deteriorated quickly from there.

It was all a bit fuzzy but I seemed to remember that Sarah ended up without her dress at one point and then I remembered Trudy gave her a hand job. My Lord! It all came back to me. Sarah was hung, not like Jack but for a guy who wears dresses, she was bigger than I’d imagined. I remember hitting the pipe pretty hard as Trudy stroked Sarah to a messy orgasm and feeling a bit wicked watching it all like some dude in a trench coat at the peep shows near Vic’s office. We all giggled when Sarah climaxed, oh hell, we giggled at everything last night.

What had gotten into me? I’d never done as much crazy shit as I’d done in the last forty-eight hours in my entire life much less all of it in one weekend. As I made coffee and tried to assimilate my memories, I wondered why suddenly, I was so adventurous. Maybe that’s how it happened. One day the good girl lost her mind and over compensated for years of repression. But that didn’t sound right. No, I knew what it was.

This all started when I met Jack. He’d talked me into going out and in retrospect I wasn’t sure why I did it. I wasn’t sure why I did any of it. Did Trudy’s pep talk during our hike provide the spark? No, because I went with Jack to Hogs and Heifers before that. I submitted to his advances and slept with him before I’d even thought to call Trudy. In fact, that was why I called her.

No, it was Jack. Trudy’s advice helped me see that but it was the night with her and Sarah that now made it all clear. I’d even said it to Jack. He made me want to be bad. He told me he’d bring out the bad girl and he did on Friday night and despite my reaction on Saturday morning, the bad girl was loose. Pandora’s Box had been opened and I couldn’t close it again. That was my theory anyway.

Maybe it wasn’t all that complicated or convoluted. Maybe I just had fun and wanted to have more. Maybe I did something out of the ordinary, out of my comfort zone and I liked it. I did like it. Sex with Jack was unlike anything I’d ever done. Participating in that wet t-shirt contest was so not me but winning it was so much fun. Getting high with Sarah and Trudy made me feel like I was getting away with something and maybe I was. But seeing Trudy pleasure Sarah, well that was just perverse, but in a good way.

But the common thread throughout all of it was that I loved every minute of it, the morning after sleeping with Jack being the lone exception. Being bad was kind of...good. I wanted to do it again. Not right away, however. My head was pounding and spinning despite my internal excitement. After the coffee failed to cure the hangover, I needed a nap. But the Jack problem loomed. Was he mad at me? Did I hurt him? I almost couldn’t believe that. He didn’t seem the type of man to get hurt that easily. It was more likely he had a good time in the sack and when I didn’t want more, he simply moved on. I guess guys could do that but women, well, we didn’t have it so easy.