Lindsay Loves It Ch. 04

I was naked, in Jeff's jeep, driving away from the tattoo parlor. Naturally he made me suck him again as we drove. He made me tell him how slutty I felt doing what I did with the tattoo guy. He liked seeing my humiliation, it turned him on. It made his cock thicker, it made me wetter, if that was possible. I was in a constant state of agitation now. I realized this was how it was going to be if I was going to live this lifestyle. Jeff pulled onto I-95, going south. It was still late afternoon, the sun was just starting to begin its descent. I felt the wind blowing through the open windows. It gave me goose bumps as it cascaded over my nakedness. More than once I felt the Jeep slow down. I heard a rush of sound behind me, through my window. He was displaying me, probably to some trucker. I was on my knees. My ass was rounded and in full view to someone with a bigger vehicle. Once, I heard a truck horn blow loudly, no doubt in appreciation for the show. It just made me attack his cock with more vigor.

He looked down at me and smiled. "You really dig this. You get off on people seeing you be slutty, don't you?"

"MmmHmm," I hummed, my mouth still on his cock.

"That's good, because I have something in mind for you."

"Oh?" I asked excitedly, temporarily and reluctantly releasing his cockhead from my mouth.

"But, you'll actually have to start by having your clothes ON," he laughed.

He had me sit up and dress. I still had only the bikini top and the stretchy, low cut white shorts. When I put them on I felt the wetness, they were still damp from me soaking them in the tattoo shop. I held my legs open for most of the rest of the way. I let the air from the highway dry them. Jeff didn't help by rubbing my clit through my shorts at times.

"What are you going to have me do, sir?" I asked eagerly. I had no doubt how this would all end, with Jeff using me like a fuck toy. I just wanted to know what he had in mind.

He was evasive, all the way to New Smyrna Beach. We pulled down the main drag. He got bored driving so once, on A1A, as we pulled to a light next to a car filled with young guys (all 18+, literotica!), he made me show them my tits. He didn't let me flash. He took the top off himself and I had to lean out the window to let them hang in full view. They hollered their delight. The light seemed to take forever. Finally, I put my top back on. Jeff ditched the other car who wanted to tag along. We pulled down another street, heading inland. It was more remote. Finally, we pulled into a seedy looking bar. It was the only business within a half a mile.

"What is this place?" I asked. I couldn't see how this had any fantasy potential and at this point I was dying to finally have Jeff ravage me, take my ass as he'd promised he would.

"I was down here last year. This used to be a strip club, but, they lost their strip license or something, so the owner has a wet T-shirt contest every Saturday night. Don't worry, I called ahead, they still have it."

"I wasnt worried," I joked.

"I know, you have no problem showing off those perfect titties of yours, so, it's a win win. I get a little appetizer before the main event, and you get to show complete strangers what you've got."

I rubbed his cock through his shorts. "You want people to see your slut's titties, don't you, sir?"

"Yes, they get to look, I get to touch...well maybe they can touch a little too, but I get to fuck," he laughed. Winner gets $250 bucks. It's usually pretty crazy, there were like, 15 girls last year. Oh, and what do you think you'll do with the money, if you win?" He asked.

"Um, give it to you?" I grinned hopefully.

"Right. It'll help pay for our gas back to North Carolina," he sighed, "back to military life."

I smiled lewdly as I stroked his cock. "But the military life has ended up having some unexpected benefits, hasn't it?"

He kissed me deeply and shoved his tongue into my mouth forcefully. He made my tongue dance with his. "It most certainly has," he smiled. "This should be fun."

We got out and entered the bar. It was way bigger than it looked from the street. It was still early, the contest didn't start for another two hours. He made me sign up.

The owner took us into the back. He said, "usually I give the rules to the contestants all at once, but since you guys are early I'll tell you. Here's how it works, you girls go up, one by one. We have an emcee, he'll ask you some questions, usually playful, sexual, just so the crowd can get to know you a little. Then, we dump ice water on you. I notice you don't have a T-shirt, you'll have to buy a nice white one with our logo on it. It shows your tits better, trust me. Also, get one that's too small, having it hang on you isn't attractive, and when it gets wet it stretches anyway. The girls tell me two sizes small is the one to get. Then, you get three minutes or so to dance while the crowd sizes you up. Legally, I'm to tell you that you are not to take off the shirt at any time. However, I've never had a winner who didn't end up with her shirt gone." He winked at me with a grin. "Legally also, the pants, panties, shorts, whatever, stay on. But again, I've never had a winner who didn't show some ass."

"What about touching?" Jeff asked out of the blue.

The guy just smiled. "Below the waist, not allowed. Above, whatever two adults want to do is none of my business. Again, rare has been the winner that hasn't let the crowd "sample" what they are cheering for. So, the girls all dance. The crowd picks a final three. Those three get paid. 1st is $250, 2nd is $150, and third is $75. We go by crowd noise, so you really need to fire them up, make them want to cheer for you."

He looked at my chest. He asked, "how are her nipples when they are cold? The crowd really gets into good, hard nipples."

Jeff suddenly twisted my nipples hard, through the material. "Show him," he demanded. I pulled my top over my tits, exposing them my now firm nipples.

"Nice, she's got a real shot," he grinned.

"Good, I need the cash," said Jeff.

On our way out we bought the shirt from the cashier. I didn't try it on, but I knew it was going to be tighter than tight. I paid for it with Cody's credit card, Jeff liked that. Jeff and I went out and found an Olive Garden so he could eat. I hadn't eaten all day but because of my state of excitment I really wasn't that hungry, I just picked at a salad. Plus, I was nervous. Sure, I like being seen, but it's still nerve-racking, especially something so public like this, being seen by so many people.

"I hope you win," Jeff said between bites. "You do know how to dance, right? Have you ever been a stripper?"

"No!" I said as I punched his arm playfully. "I may be a slut, but I've never been a stripper. Don't worry, I know how to move. I guess it depends on who the competition is."

"Oh, last year it was like a parade of Penthouse pets," he said with admiration. "Most of them with fake books, botox and such, but most of them were amazing..." he said, his words trailing off. Now I saw why he wanted to see it again, it was making him excited.

"Good," I thought, I want him fully excited. "If seeing other girls helps him give me what I need later, I'm all for it."

"So you expect me to beat a bunch of Penthouse Pets?" I wondered.

"Oh hell, if they are 9's, you are a 10 1/2. What you have is REAL. Plus, you have such a slutty way about you. Let that out and see what happens."

"Ok, I'll try to win for you," I said proudly.

"Promise me you'll win."

"I can't promise that!"

"Promise me that if you don't win, it won't be because you didn't try."

"Ok, I promise."

All the talk had worked us both up again. I was rubbing his crotch under the table and he had managed to slid a finger inside my shorts to finger my wet slit. He had me writhing, this whole thing with him had kept me in a constant state of arousal.

On the way back to the bar I changed into the top. It was so tight it pushed my tits nearly up to my chin. It didn't reach down to my navel, which wouldn't have mattered anyway, I'd have just tied it up to reveal my tight tummy. I made a quick alteration. I ripped the top down my cleavage line which let my tits settle back in, still overly revealing, but without me looking like I was getting squeezed by a Boa constrictor. I hiked my shorts up my crack a little and sashayed in. Jeff hung behind. I sat at the bar alone, they gave the contestants free drinks while the contest was going on, no doubt to lower our inhibitions. The bartender admired my level of exposure as he brought me a drink. I sipped it down and looked for Jeff. He'd taken a spot right near the stage, I think the owner saved it for him since the place was already packed. No doubt I had something to do with that. I wondered if Jeff was going to make me "thank" anyone, after.

Seeing I was alone the bartender chatted me up, looking at my tits the whole time. "So, you here alone? I've never seen you, is this your first time?"

I smiled. "First time here, not my first time," I said with innuendo.

"Oh? Been in a wet T-shirt contest before? I'll bet you did well."

"Oh, no. Never been in one. How does it usually go down? Do you have any pointers?"

He was looking at MY pointers as he smiled. "Sure, interact with the crowd, don't dance up there with your eyes closed like you are in your own world. They love interaction."

"And by interaction you mean...?"

"Make eye contact, get close, if you don't mind it, allow some touching, it drives the crowd crazy. Oh, and, I don't know if they told you, we have something special tonight. The crowd is going to judge the first round, as usual, but the final will be decided by our celebrity judge."

I found out it was some B-list guy that was on some forgettable 80's show.

"He's the one that picks the winner. So, I guess you'll have to focus on him, if you make the final."

"IF?" I asked, acting hurt.

He smiled, "WHEN you make the final. Girl, as far as I'm concerned you HAVE the goods."

Just then they called us up on stage and introduced us. When it came to me I was announced as "Loose Lindsay" and the crowd responded enthusiastically. Jeff winked at me, no doubt it was his idea.

The emcee asked me, "What's your favorite thing to do?"

I grinned smoothly and said, "give head."

The crowd howled. I could see the faces of the men, now imagining me on my knees for them, I blushed.

He said, "whoa! I meant what's your favorite thing to do, not just sex," he laughed.

"Oh, well then it's stil giving head," I winked.

The crowd loved it.

"Ok, what's the craziest thing you've ever done sexually?" He asked with anticipation.

I grinned to the crowd and said, "I don't know, but I think it's going to be happening later tonight." Jeff grinned from ear to ear. The crowd responded enthusiastically. I'm sure each and every guy there was hoping I was referring to him.

I was one of the last to go on. I watched as pretty girl after pretty girl did their thing. Jeff was right, I saw a lot of plastic parts on most of them, still, quite a few were drop dead gorgeous. They weren't particularly good dancers. Only a couple really knew how to make it sexual. One particular blonde was setting the crowd off as she cupped her tits together under her shirt and licked up the excess water as it dripped down her cleavage. I noticed that in this round they all kept their shirts on. A couple girls approached the first row, where Jeff sat and allowed some quick touches of their wet tits through the material, but that was it. Near the end of the line of girls I saw two girls who I thought would be the stiffest competition. One was a gorgeous blonde, probably 19 or so, not even legal age to be in the bar. Her stage name was Bambi. Her tits were firm and high and she had sexy dance moves. I was guessing she was a cheerleader. The crowd loved her. She ended her "routine" by flashing her tits quickly to the crowd. They erupted in applause, it was what they were waiting for.

The next girl was my other major concern. She was a black haired, light skinned woman with creamy, supple breasts. She had on her own shirt, a white halter top which showed off her ample cleaveage nicely. She had on frayed short short jeans and ostrich leather cowboy boots. She called herself Cowgirl Bobby. She was an amazon next to me, she was probably 5"9" tall. She was gorgeous. The crowd ate up her routine as well, she really knew how to display her assets. I felt more nervous than ever when it was my turn.

I gasped when the water hit me, it was still full of ice chunks. My nipples burst through the material quickly, as intended. I started by dancing down the first row of customers. I winked as I danced past Jeff, I was bending and shaking my ass, I was cupping my tits together. One of the guys reached out and grabbed my tit. It was unexpected but I stopped and let him fondle it before moving on. The crowd loved that. I let two more guys grope me before I returned to the stage as the music ended. I added a quick flash upon exiting the stage. It was in the hands of the crowd now.

They lined us up in the order we danced. The emcee put his hand over the head of the contestant and urged the crowd to cheer. I could see they gave us about ten seconds to pose, dance, urge the crowd, whatever, to help whip up the enthusiasm. He got mildly raised responses from the crowd until they got to Bambi, the cheerleader. They went crazy, especially when she lifted her top and wrang it out, letting them watch the water cascade down over her breasts. She was in the final, I was sure of that. Then he got to the dark haired beauty, Bobby. The crowd responded wildly to her as well as she bent over at the waist and let her "girls" hang down. Only at the end of her bow did she let them free and let the crowd ogle them hanging beautifully like that. She was in, too, by their response. That left one more spot for me.

The emcee got to me and said, "How about Loose Lindsay?"

I turned around, bent over and shook my ass for them, it probably is my best feature. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up my crack, exposing a lot of cheek on both sides. I knew they'd see the purple bruises too. I hoped that helped. I turned my head to wink at the crowd as I spanked my own ass playfully. It worked, they loudly cheered for me. I wasn't sure where it ranked with the others. We had to stand and wait. After the last girl the emcee announced the finalists.

"Top three contestants, let's have a hand for the beautiful Bambi!"

She smirked as if she already knew. She walked to the right of the stage. I could tell she'd done this all before.

"Next, Cowgirl Bobby!" The crowd hollered their approval. She was the wonder woman in cowboy boots.

I was right about the first two. For the first time, I wondered how it would affect Jeff if I lost, if I didnt even make the final. He really seemed to want me to win. I wondered if he'd be angry. Then, I got a little surge of lust thinking about him taking that anger out on my ass tonight.

I cringed as the emcee announced the last finalist. "Number three, and the last one in, let's hear it for...Loose Lindsay!"

I bounded across the stage to stand with the other two. They had us huddle together for a photo. I was so short that, standing in between both of them their tits pressed into my head from both sides. The crowd loved that, no doubt fantasies were running rampant.

The finals were about to begin. We'd each get one dance, longer this time, about five minutes, we were told. Ed, the owner, hinted it was time to "ramp up the excitement" as he put it. The three of us knew what that meant. As fate would have it, I got to go last, which I think is an advantage. I could at least see what the other girls offered the audience.

The guest judge, let's just call him Alan, for our purposes, took his seat right in front, right up close to the stage. It was obvious we were mostly doing it for him now. He was the sole decider. Bobby went first. She danced and gyrated to, "You can keep your hat on." No more than one minute into the song the top came off. She twirled it around with her finger while she pranced around the stage. The crowd loved it. Her tits were big, bigger than mine, for sure, but they looked fabulous bouncing and swaying as she danced. Alan seemed to enjoy it as well. She stood in front of him and pushed her tits together and licked at her own nipples. The crowd ate that up. She was going to be tough to beat. Her shorts were wet from two cold water baths now, as the song wound down she pulled them down seductively, baring a large amount of cheek. She spanked one cheek playfully.

I yelled to her, "Hey, that's MY bit," jokingly. She just stuck her tongue out at me, winked and continued. She came dangerously close to revealing her entire ass before she pulled them up just as the song ended. She stood there, topless and dripping, as the emcee urged the audience to respond. They sent her off to thunderous applause.

Next was Bambi. She danced more expertly, including doing the splits on stage as she peeled off her top. Sure enough, her tits were implants, but they looked spectular on her. She just had on a tiny plaid skirt and skimpy panties. The crowd got a good look at her goods as she did the splits and then raised up, probably revealing more than she intended. Alan was infatuated. His smile never left his face. She didn't even approach him, she worked the crowd instead. Just as the song neared its end she jogged down the first row and let guys who had their hands out slap her tits, like they were getting high fived. By the time the emcee tried to urge the crowd on it was unecessary, you couldn't hear yourself think in that bar. She just sneered as she walked past me.

"Ignore her," said Bobby encouragingly. "She's a total bitch. Go get 'em," she said as she playfully goosed my ass with her hand. I lurched forward to the stage. I had a feeling Bobby was into girls.

My song was, "Pour some sugar on me." I danced my ass off and my top came off before the first verse started. I worked Alan, I worked the crowd. I lingered as guys felt up my tits, many tweaked my nipples, sending me to new heights of arousal. I stood in front of Alan and laid my tits on the table in front of him. It was an offering. If he was going to touch them he could. They were there for the taking. He just grazed my nipple softly with the back of his hand quickly and sweetly smiled. I moved away. I bent over for the crowd and pulled my shorts down as far as I dared. I heard the enthusiastic response of the crowd. I had to do something special, I didn't know if I was "winning." I stood in front of one particularly rabid fan who was sitting. I bent over him and let my tits fall in his face. I put his face between them and playfully bounced his face in back and forth. He was loving it as much as the crowd was. When I pulled away he grabbed my nipples with his fingers and pulled me back to him, the crowd went crazy. I had to wrench myself away from him, even though the whole time his fingers were on my nipples, electrical charges were shooting directly to my clit. Finally it was done.

We stood together in the middle of the stage. They took another picture of us together, this time we were all topless, our shirts were gone, as "souvenirs."

The emcee encouraged the raucous crowd. Finally, he went to talk to Alan, who handed him a slip of paper with his winning order. The emcee announced, "the winner of 3rd place, and $75, and our eternal gratitude is...Cowgirl Bobby!"

"Wow," I thought. "That girl is gorgeous." I actually thought she deserved to be the winner.

The huddled me and the cheerleader bitch together before he announced..."The winner of 2nd place...and $150 dollars...and who is welcome back here ANY time, right guys...?" as the crowd hollered their approval. "...Is Loose Lindsay!"