Kara
I trained. I practiced so fucking hard. I did everything I could to turn myself into a lean, mean, naked beauty pageant-winning machine.
But now that I’m here, and it’s real, and it’s all actually happening...I’m so not ready for this pageant. Like, not even fucking close.
It’s not that I’m not hot enough. I know I look fucking good. And it’s not that I’m not strong enough—I can out-lift any of these other women without breaking a fucking sweat.
My hair hangs down to my waist in a long, dark golden braid, my tits are perky, and my ass is nice and firm.
I should be fucking owning this rehearsal...but I’m not.
I’m too fucking horny to even think straight.
Chase and Eric made me come, like, a dozen fucking times before I left this morning, and now I’m a horny little ball of desire. It’s all I can think about—sucking dick, taking dick. Cocks and balls and cum, oh my!
Chase and Eric are at the forefront of my mind. I just can’t seem to shake them or get them out of my head.
They’re so damn sexy and gorgeous, and they’re all I can think about.
I want them to fuck the living shit out of me. I want them to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk for a week.
That’s how badly I want them.
I’m so wet that, as we practice the parade portion of the pageant, my juices are dripping down my thighs, making them slippery and totally fucking distracting.
I try to wipe away the proof of desire by rubbing my knees together, but it’s not enough to make any difference.
And then, I fucking do it.
I fucking fall. Again.
This time, I face-plant even worse than the last time—if that’s even possible.
I hit the stage hard, and there are no sexy billionaire boyfriends to help me up this time. They tried to be here, but the pageant director was immovable on that front. No men allowed.
I fumble and shake as I try to pick myself up with dignity, but I’m not sure that’s going to be possible.
To my relief, Miss Ireland and Miss Japan come running to my aid.
“Ooch. Fucked that one up, didn’t you?” Miss Ireland drawls in an accent I find absolutely adorable.
She ruffles my hair, her tits bouncing just inches away from my face—not to mention her pussy as she crouches down to help.
But considering that everyone else on stage is naked right now, I think I’ve been desensitized a bit.
“Poor lass—what’ve you hurt?” she asks.
“Just my pride,” I say with a wince.
“Back on the horse, then,” she says, grinning. She and Miss Japan both take me by the arms and help me back to my feet, and we continue with the parade like nothing happened.
But my luck doesn’t hold up for long.
“Bit of a one-trick pony, ain’t ya?” Miss Australia sneers with a cackle, sashaying past all three of us and jumping ahead in the line-up. “You’re fucking unco as fuck, mate. If you’re not gonna watch where you’re going, might as well put a bag over your head—save us the pain of looking at ya.”
I roll my eyes. What a bitch. Women are supposed to empower each other and lift each other up, not tear each other down by laughing like a hyena when one falls and busts their ass...no matter how many times it happens.
I push that little incident behind me and imagine Chase and Eric back at the hotel, fucking me with their huge, thick, and throbbing cocks. I want them to have their way with me, over and over again.
Having sex with them will clear my head. That’s all I need—another fuck and some more of their delicious cum.
After my set is over and the practice concludes, I begin walking backstage en route to the limo I know will be waiting for me. I’m mentally exhausted, but physically burning up and ready for the guys.
I put my pink silk robe on and pop open a Protein Plus shake. I slurp it down like I haven’t had a drink in a decade. I pull out my phone to tell Eric and Chase that I’m on my way.
That’s when I stop in my tracks. There’s a text message from Ryan waiting for me.
Need to talk. I’m in Japan. Where are you?
Fuck.
Why is he doing this to me? This little text message is really throwing a wrench into my night plans with Eric and Chase. I’ve already handled enough drama for a night.
“Kara?” I hear a man’s voice call out.
Shit.
I turn around and gasp.
Ryan is backstage. Our eyes meet, and my stomach flips. Bile forms in my throat, but I wash it down quickly with another gulp of my Protein Plus shake.
He must see how white my face is—or maybe it’s green. Either way, I know I look startled and probably like I’m getting ready to barf all over him.
He jogs up to me, a panicked expression on his face.
“I’m so sorry, Kara, I didn’t mean to alarm you.” He’s frantic, using animated gestures with his hands to explain himself and what the hell he’s doing here.
I want to be the one to speak first. “Ryan...uh...I gotta tell you...this is one hell of a coincidence.” I chuckle nervously.
Ryan stutters but quickly recovers. “I-I’m sorry,” he apologizes again. “When I saw that you were here in Japan promoting Protein Plus at the Miss Sexy USA pageant, I started digging into the brand.”
I shake my head, confused. “Um, why would you do something like that?” He licks his lips and glances around, looking paranoid, as if somebody might be eavesdropping in on our conversation.
“Listen to me,” he says and tries to grip my elbow, but I shove him off.
“It would be really great if you don’t touch me,” I hiss.
He nods but leans in to whisper quietly. “I found some unsettling information about the brand,” he confesses.
I cross my arms and furrow my brow. “Like what?” I ask expectantly.
“Like how several women have come forward and claimed to be irrationally horny for your two stud muffins after drinking the product. It’s warping women’s brains, Kara. If you’ve been drinking it, it’s probably warped yours, too.”
I scoff. “That’s crazy. They’re just protein shakes, Ryan. Take off your tin foil hat, and stop being such a fucking weirdo.”
“It’s not crazy. They’re not allowing their distributors to restock it, and their legal team is already scrambling to cover their asses,” Ryan says. “Besides, I know you, Kara. You don’t act like a slut. The only reason you are even out here doing this crap is because you’ve been totally affected by that fucking drink.”
“Look, I have to go,” I say brashly and move away from him.
“Please,” Ryan calls out with such forceful desperation that it makes me turn around. “Kara, you’ve gotta believe me!”
“What?” I say with impatience. “You blocked me out of your life for two fucking years, dude. I don’t owe you the time of day.”
“The only reason you’re competing is because they brainwashed you. They’re drugging you with that drink, and the side effects are making you wild. This isn’t you, Kara.” There’s desire in Ryan’s eyes—I don’t even pretend not to notice it.
So, there it is. He just wants me back, and he’s willing to spew whatever bullshit he can to reclaim me—or at least get me away from his competition.
He’s jealous, and I pity him, honestly. I also think it’s daring and bold for him to fly all the way to Japan just to spew some kind of conspiracy theory about women being brainwashed by my boyfriends.
“The only crazy one in this situation is you,” I huff and spin on a heel, ready to get away from him because, right now, he disgusts me.
He jogs up to meet me and stands in front of me defiantly, blocking my path.
I sigh with exasperation. “How far will you go to sprout lies, Ryan?”
“I’m not lying!” he roars so loudly that I jump and recoil.
He immediately realizes his mistake and eases out of his abrasive tone. “I’m sorry,” he whispers for the billionth time since our encounter began.
“What do you really want, Ryan?” I narrow my eyes at him, ready for him to get to the point.
“I want you to come back to the States,” he pleads. “I miss you. I miss...us. Come back home, Kara, where you belong. Be my girlfriend again.”
“Um...no, thanks.” I wrinkle my nose in disapproval. “That’s, like, the worst idea I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Ryan’s face collapses into regret, but he has only himself to blame. It’s over between us. He had his chance, and he blew it.
I stand there, staring at him and scrutinizing his face even though I should be running as far as I can, away from him.
His eyes glaze over with wonderment and longing. “You’re so beautiful. You look sexier than ever, Kara.”
I shift my weight awkwardly and then snap myself out of it.
“Piss off,” I tell him.
“Excuse me?” Ryan looks stunned.
“Oh, don’t you understand that? It means this conversation is over.”
“Kara, please,” Ryan calls out behind me, refusing to relent or give up and go home. “You’re not yourself right now. Those drinks are dangerous. Please...if you won’t talk to me, at least heed my warning.”
I ignore him and jog to my waiting limo. I climb inside and throw the door shut behind me with a slam.
Fuck Ryan. He can’t tear me down or break my stride. I’m on top of the world right now.
But as the Tokyo night sky drifts and blurs through the window of the back seat, I find myself seething.
I’d be lying if I said that Ryan’s claims haven’t rattled me...
And there’s only one way to make sure it’s not true.