Virginia Beach Pt. 03

"Did he see the Greenlight?"

"I think he did," I said cocking my head to one side.

"Want to go for tacos?"

"Is that code for something?"

She laughed saying, "Maybe."

I had a great time talking about our favorite music, and movies. It was like we had known each other forever and we were just catching up.

She walked me back to the condo a little after eleven. There was an envelope sticking out of the door. I grabbed it as I stepped inside with Maria. I opened it and froze. I won.

I was surprised no one came and told us to keep it down as we jumped up and down screaming for joy.

Then Maria said, "What did you win?"

Maria and I sat on the couch and snuggled in the dark while I told her about everything I could remember about the running of the bulls. I must talk too much because she fell asleep about halfway through.

So, I grabbed my diary and now I have told you.

Once we had finished celebrating, I read the letter in its entirety. There was a mandatory meeting I had to attend at seven tomorrow morning. It also stated that because this was a masquerade event that I was to tell no one I had won. None of the contestants knew if they were in until tonight and everyone was to keep the results secret.

Fine by me. It would be fun to surprise Allie and Brett. Imagine if I won.

Oh, that was the other thing. The queen gets her very own suite for the next seven years, and former queens get a suite they all share. I think they treat it like a timeshare. I will have to ask tomorrow. The best part is the $50,000 grand prize. That's right, that's life-changing money right there. When Beth signed me up, I didn't think I had a chance, but now I want to win.

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Dear Diary

Today is Thursday

I woke Maria last night after she fell asleep to tell her I was going to bed. She asked if she could stay, and we opened Pandora's Box. I now know what it feels like to make love to someone. She was tender, soft, and life-altering.

I'm not going to write more because I think I will keep last night between just the two of us for now. Maybe more later. What I will say is that it was nice to fall asleep with someone in your arms and wake up with them still there. I made her breakfast this morning. She said she would swing over Friday after work to see how it went.

Now however I have a meeting to get to.

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Dear Diary,

It's still Thursday morning and I pray my grandmother doesn't kill me when she sees how much I spent on the Harley Quinn outfit. My hands were shaking when I handed the lady the card, and I almost lost my cool when the purchase was approved. On the plus side, I got it for half off for being one of the finalists.

They also take this contest seriously. You can never reveal who you are at any point before or during the contest. It's all part of the illusion that anyone here could be the queen. Afterward, you can tell people, but are still discouraged from doing so. They want to try and keep it a mystery. They said you could tell your closest friends and family if you feel the need to share.

I also didn't get to meet any of the other contestants. Turns out they keep us all separated until the event starts. We each have our own dressing rooms and everything.

I also did my first bit of adulting when I read over the non-disclosure agreement for the Sun and Shade. Then signed it. It is a, 'What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas', type policy. I'll have to tell Maria not to tell anyone. Although when I told her I didn't know about any of that.

I think I am going to lay low for the rest of the day. I have an appointment at the spa in twenty minutes for a massage and to get waxed for tonight.

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Dear Diary,

This is it, wish me luck

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Dear Diary

Today is Friday

Mom and Dad are back and in a fantastic mood. I am glad they had a little mini-romantic getaway. It feels like we are a real family again. They came in just after three this morning just after I got back if felt like old times.

Okay, you want to hear about last night. Here we go.

I checked in at six and was led to my own private dressing room. Beth was allowed to come and help me get ready since I am her guest. To say she was excited would be quite an understatement.

I spent the whole time trying to fit into my outfit. Once we finally got every strap, buckle, and pull string adjusted to the right size, it literally fit like a glove. If I ate a peanut, I think it would pop off me. I will say I looked damn good.

Beth decided to apply white clown makeup to all my exposed skin and put ruby red lipstick on me. She also blocked my eyes with black liner and put big eyelashes on me. I swear I could see the curtains move when I blink.

One of the officials came in and I felt very exposed and self-conscious with all my lady bits hanging out. That's when it hit me, I was going to be in front of almost two thousand people in just a few minutes. It was all I could do to not hyperventilate. I may have looked sexy, but I didn't feel that way in the moment. If Beth wasn't there, I would not have gone through with it.

So, I heard the music start and some more people came in to go over rules and how things were going to work for the fiftieth time. There was a TV in our room, and they turned it on so we could see. The place was packed to capacity. When the DJ announced the beginning of the Run the crowd went crazy. I could hear them through the block walls.

Then it was just like Linda said.

I stepped on the stage with the roar of approval from the crowd. I am not sure if it was me or the fact the DJ said I was the Unicorn winner of the raffle drawing they were cheering about.

I looked to my left and saw myself on the Jumbo Tron. There is nothing like seeing yourself 50 feet tall to get the old anxiety pumping.

I was contestant number ten and was moved to my spot on the bed. The crowd again went wild for contestant eleven. Once the applause subsided the music stopped, and all the lights dimmed almost to black. I watched as a single spotlight moved back and forth across the stage until it stopped.

There she was. I felt goose flesh on my whole body. It was the reigning queen of the bulls. I put my hands to my ears it was so loud. She was dressed in the same outfit from the window at the shop and the brochure. She was a sight to behold. She walked gracefully back and forth across the front of the stage to the cheers of the crowd

Finally, she took her position in the number twelve spot. Once she did the lights came back up and the announcer started going over the rules.

Then I watched as the twelve men walked onto the stage. Each wore a bull's head mask. They walk to their designated spots stopping in front of each contestant. Some of them were already half-hard, I hoped I would get one of them, but I didn't. My bull was completely shaved with a bit of a belly. The guys were not allowed to touch themselves once on the stage. The work was up to us. Then I heard the horn.

I dropped to my knees and completely enveloped him easily. I heard him groan as my tongue circled the little mushroom top. Immediately I felt him responding to my mouth and with a few more strokes he was hard as iron. What he lacked in size he made up for in firmness.

Quick as a flash, I put his condom on him and assumed the doggy position on the bed. He slid easily into me and began pounding away. I had only been beaten by contestant two and the queen. Contestant two wore a pink body stocking and a pink mask.

Then contestants two and eleven finished about the same time. Two wore a cute blue lace teddy with matching stockings, garter, and crotchless panties. Number eleven next to me wore a solid black unitard that was crotchless. She wore a cat mask that was made from velvet.

Next was one, three, and seven. One was dressed in a bright yellow body stocking with matching heals. Three and seven both wore red teddies with red devil horn masks. The only difference was one wore red stockings the other black fishnets. I guess that's one of the bad things about not seeing your competitors. You don't know if you're wearing the same thing.

Now we come to number eight. She was wearing a black and silver full-length gown. It was split up the back and front so when she assumed the position it split revealing her creamy white skin. Her gown looked so regal, and she looked a queen.

Before I could finish admiring number eight's gown it was over. Number nine next to me was the first one to exit the contest.

Then the queen reached her hands into the middle and all the contestants did likewise taking each other's hands. Once this happened the horn sounded, and the bed began to slowly rotate and would continue to do so for the rest of the contest. This was new for this year. And the crowd loved it.

I am not sure what I was thinking it was going to be like, but I could have never imagined what it was. It was like a sporting event with sex. I felt energized by the crowd as I got pounded from behind. It seemed like each guy was trying to be the one who broke me. This couldn't even be compared to any other sex I had ever had. The only way I can describe it is if you're hanging out with your girlfriends talking about different guys you like while your guy friends take you from behind at a school pep assembly. I think that sums it up pretty good actually. I mean it felt good, but it wasn't earth-shattering sex.

At our first break, I was feeling great. I didn't have to use the bathroom, but I did need to hydrate. I drank like a camel. I touched up my makeup quickly, and then back to the grind.

After the break, we were allowed to change positions, but had to stay in those positions until the next break. I got on my back. Turns out it was a lot more work holding my legs in the air. By the time the second break rolled around, I was ready for the change. Again, I drank like a camel and touched up my makeup. I was sweating like a pig, plus all the lubes had made short work of my makeup in my lower region.

I got back on the bed in the doggy position. During this round, I tried to hold a conversation with number eleven, but the music and crowd were so loud it was almost impossible. After a few more rounds my knees began to shake so I went back to my back. Now I began switching back and forth each round trying to keep the discomfort in my hips to a minimum. Then number two didn't make it back from the next break and she was done.

After another break, I began to wonder if the men had been arranged by their size, having us start with the smaller, then working our way to the bulls. During that round, we lost three, six, and seven just about at the same time. One and four didn't return before the next round started.

Then just like that, four and a half hours in and we were down to four contestants. Only one more needed to drop out and we would move to the final round.

When the next round began it was evident the men were getting thicker and longer. It was during this round one of the guys hit bottom in a bad way and I involuntarily cried out. He eased up and asked if I was ok and I said yes. Luckily the round ended soon after that and I got a much-needed break. I didn't know if I could do another round. Beth was a good coach and after a pep talk, had me back out there just in time.

Then just shy of the five-hour mark number five threw in the towel and we moved to the final round.

This year they gave a 30-minute break between this and the final round so we could go freshen up.

Beth was ready for me as soon as I walked through the door. She used a warm rag to completely remove the clown makeup. She said it wasn't holding up and was streaking bad. She said it would look better on the screen without it. Ah yes, the screen. I had forgotten about the screen

Now and then the bed would rotate so you could see whomever they had the camera on. It was kind of exciting to see me up there getting railed from behind. But mostly I forgot it was even there.

Anyway, Beth used a cool rag and pressed it to my lady parts, and they were so thankful. I couldn't believe how swollen I had become. Then I heard the music start and the DJ start announcing the three finalists.

They had stripped the bed and put on a new red velvet cover that divided it into four sections. This was it. Number eight and the queen still looked fresh. Eleven looked about done in. I hoped I looked better than her.

We assumed the doggie position for the last time that night. The bed had silk pillows we could use to help prop ourselves up as well as handles we could grip to keep us from getting slammed around too much.

The music and lights went down as they began to announce the bulls. I looked around at the girls and everyone was in great spirits and all smiles. I began to wonder how long I would last. If nothing else, it had been fun.

During the last several hours it had felt great, but I never had an orgasm. Several girls were vocal, but I don't think they did either. There were a few times I got close, but then the stupid horn blew, and it would break whatever energy my body had. I watched as the bulls surrounded us, walking in the opposite direction of the bed. They were like sharks circling getting ready for a feeding frenzy. Each man was at full attention and stroking himself. They were all huge.

Then I saw him. Even though he had a mask on I recognized the tattoo on his arm. It was a bulls head. I had noticed it that night in the gazebo but hadn't thought about it again till now. I was encouraged. These bulls may have looked intimidating, but I had gotten in a little practice with one of them unwittingly. Maybe I could do this.

Then the horn sounded, and I felt warm hands followed by a warm shaft. Yup, they had definitely been working us up to these guys.

This time there was no horn to stop them or break the momentum.

The rest of the room disappeared when he entered me. It reminded me of the other night, being filled to overflowing. Holding on to that thought, I felt my body begin to respond positively to his assault.

The Queen was the first to cum and I watched in awe. Then as their orgasm waned, the bulls switched out almost seamlessly. The queen came again almost immediately. The bed had rotated so I could see the giant screen. It was a sight to behold and the energy in the room began changing as the crowd quieted to hear each girl's orgasm. Then it was my turn and I learned that the orgasms were key.

When I came all discomfort in my body disappeared. I felt multiple hands on me as the bulls switched. I felt this bull push in and reach his hand around to my button. I came hard again. As the bulls became a seamless loop. I never saw number eight leave. I just looked up and she was gone.

After a few more minutes I felt hands on mine. I opened my eyes to look directly into the queen's. Everyone else was gone. I felt her fingers tighten on mine as she came, and I could feel her sexual energy travel thru her fingertips into mine. I could hear the crowd in the background and the DJ, but I was lost in my next orgasm. I quickly realized the thing that was going to make one of us tap out was not being able to breathe.

In the end, I was no match for the sitting queen but had earned the right to be called queen. I couldn't take another orgasm. Something I never thought I would ever hear myself say.

The crowd erupted as I was pulled toward the satin and lace-covered thrown. Where the former queen sat. I approached and bowed low like they had told me to do. I felt her hands on my cheeks as she lifted my face to hers and kissed me gently on the mouth. Then she placed a crown similar to the one she wore onto my head and stepped aside from the throne. The crowd erupted again as they began to chant "Long live the queen!"

Then the party started for everyone else as I made my way back to my chambers where Beth was waiting for me. The first thing I did was strip out of the outfit. It took both of us almost a half hour to get out of it. She asked what I was planning on doing the rest of the night and I told her I thought I would go back to the condo and sleep. She said she didn't blame me at all. I slipped into the shorts and baby T I had worn here, and no clothing had ever felt so comfortable.

Then an official came in and handed me some paperwork that I was to present to the office sometime in the next few days.

I didn't hear most of it, I was exhausted. Beth walked me out the side of the building where they had a golf cart waiting for me.

The nice security guard then drove me back over to the condo where there was a note from Maria that she would swing by tomorrow.

I went inside and drank two full glasses of water. Then as I sat at the kitchen table writing in you, my parents arrived. Dads' friend is with them. They are telling stories and talking about old times, and I don't want to miss it.

Mom came over and asked how the last few days were. I said it's a lot of work adulting. She hugged me and kissed my forehead and asked what I am writing.

I told her I was documenting my time here in Florida. Then she pressed the back of her hand to my forehead and told me I look warm. Yeah, I said, and I'm exhausted. Mom smiled and kissed my forehead again. I am going to join them.

More later old friend

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Dear Diary,

Today is Sunday

The time has come, Allie and Brett are leaving in just a few hours and while I am sad to see them go, I am thankful for the short time we had together.

Allie knocked on the door at seven this morning asking if I wanted to hang out for a bit. I feel like I had connected with her, and I cried when I saw her.

Now to my disappointment they are packing and heading out as I speak. I tried to not let it affect me too much today. It was still good to see them, and I apologized profusely for my behavior. We still had fun and talked, but I think Allie could tell I was feeling a bit down. She kept asking if I was alright.

At one point when we had stopped for lunch, she pulled her chair up next to me and took my hands in hers.

She looked into my eyes and said, "Every relationship is built on honesty, trust, and the truth. Even when we don't like the truth when we are honest, we can still trust one another. You have expressed that you hope to find what Brett and I have, and honesty, trust, and the truth is why Brett, and I are the way we are and can be so happy in the life we live. I hope you know you don't have to pretend around us. We like you and you are a lot of fun to hang out with. You remind me a lot of my best friend in college. I know you are struggling with things like a broken heart, and a family dynamic that wasn't maybe the best in the past. On top of that, you're trying to figure out who you are and where you fit into this big world. I want you to feel you can always come to me and I will always listen."

Allie slid an envelope across the table. I opened it and inside was a handwritten note with her name, cell number, email, and her home address.

I looked up at her, I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks.

She touched my arm, "If you ever need anything, just call, text, or stop by. This isn't goodbye, it's I'll see you soon."

Then I threw myself into her arms and bawled like a baby. That's right, snot and everything. She held me till I calmed down.

Anyway, I am trying to not let it depress me. Even Mom noticed I was feeling down once I got back from lunch. She came into my room and asked if I was ok. I said yes, but then I heard Allie in my head. 'Honesty, trust, and truth'.

So, I took a deep breath and said, no. that I wasn't alright. As soon as the words were spoken, I felt myself calm. Mom crossed the room and sat on the corner of the bed. I didn't look at her, but for the first time in a very long time, I was completely honest with her and told her everything. She stopped me when I got to the part about Maria and me having sex with all the couples in the gazebo in the Sun and Shade.