Protein Shake - Page 57

I’m going to look like a half-woman, half-lobster besides.

It’s then that I see them—Chase and Eric, jogging toward me down the aisle.

They rush the stage like a couple of paramedics, hop the barrier, and pick me up in one scoop. They brush me off, frantic and panicked looks spread across their faces.

Their horror-glazed eyes do nothing but kill my confidence that’s already plummeted when I face-planted.

Well, fuck. All the time they spent grooming me for this—all the money, the training, those long nights at the gym—and I’m already out of the competition before we even get started. There’s no way anyone is going to choose me to represent the country in Miss Sexy Universe now.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble as Eric pulls me against his chest.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” Eric reassures me. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Just bruised.”

“It was a nasty fall,” Chase whispers back. “You sure?”

“Thanks for the reminder, but I already lived through it once already,” I say sarcastically.

“Wanna blow this joint?” Chase asks.

“No shame in it,” Eric adds. He shrugs off his jacket and offers it to me. “We just want to make sure our girl is okay.”

For a second, I consider it. They’ve given me the perfect out—and if there’s any way to recover from a naked face plant, it’s being carried from the building by two sexy billionaires.

“The only thing I’m blowing,” I say, gently pushing them off of me, “is you two after I win this thing.”

I’m here to build my confidence, dammit! Not to have the Rescue Twins come and whisk me away.

I’m a strong, independent woman, and I can fend for myself out there in the shark tank. Besides, I was getting a standing fucking ovation before my fall. I can recover from this.

The crowd loved me before I face planted. I’ll make them love me again.

The show must go on, right?

“Thanks,” I say, kissing them both. “I’m gonna make you boys proud.”

“You’re making me more than proud right now,” Chase says, and I giggle as I see the way his cock is straining his black slacks.

They help me to my feet, then hop back down to a couple of seats in the front row. At least now I know exactly where to look if I need a little confidence boost.

I look out over the rest of the crowd, feeling the blush fade from my cheeks, and give them a saucy little salute. They laugh at that—but it’s okay. I’m laughing too, and the laughter quickly turns to cheers as I come to my designated little spot on the stage.

I’m smiling and waving, feeling better than ever, as I pose for the cameras and the crowd. I expected to feel slightly nervous, but as it turns out, thinking about being naked in front of all these people is actually a profound turn-on for me?and I find myself getting even wetter under the circumstances.

If my pussy keeps this up, the next time I fall is going to be from slipping on a pool of my own honey. I don’t really know how to explain it or describe it, but something about being so exposed and vulnerable in front of a crowd is obnoxiously erotic for me.

Fucking nailed it.

After the other girls and I all saunter off the stage, I only have a little time to kill before I’m back up for the weightlifting portion of the pageant.

Once I get to my spot, my weightlifting equipment has already been placed and arranged in front of me, thanks to the hard work and efforts of the stage hands.

I begin with the dumbbells first, picking them up and using sexy movements to crush it. I groan and moan a little for extra effect, a huge turn-on for not only me, but I’m sure for Eric and Chase, too.

Each pump and thrust movement I make with my weights turns me on, and my pussy is glistening wet, ripe and ready for playing with.

I am so turned on in the moment that I forget where I am momentarily, ready to go into orgasmic levels of pleasure.

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