Misc. Erotica The Exploitation of Innocent Sonal - by hornynri

[ray.rowdy]

Sonal walked through the corridors and stairs, following the woman who had just shaved and waxed her crotch and ass. She had changed into the clothes she had been given - a rather skimpy bikini whose top revealed her boobs more than it covered them, bikini bottoms which was a thong, something Sonal had never worn, so it made her uncomfortable as it kept getting wedged in her newly waxed ass-crack. Jeans which fit her quite well, accentuating her ass, but which was also low-cut, so the waistband of her thong peeped out forming a whale tail. And the white t-shirt.

 

The woman kept talking on her headset in Spanish, not paying any attention to Sonal, and walked rapidly through the mazelike interiors of the boat. Finally she brought Sonal to a place where a lot of people were milling around, including several young women wearing the same t-shirt as her. Raul saw Sonal and raised his hand to beckon her towards him.

 

"Wow! You look fantastic!" he said with a smile on his face, and rubbed her arm with his hands.

 

"Thanks." Sonal said uncertainly. Looking at Raul again made her remember what she had done just a little while back with this strange man she had known less than an hour. She had stripped naked, quite easily, sucked his dick, swallowed his sperm, and let him finger her cunt. When Sharad found out, he would be livid.

 

"Alright, you look ready for the show. I will be MC-ing. Follow the lead of the other girls when the show starts." Raul said, and then dropping his voice very low, he said sternly, "And when I ask you to do something, you better fucking do it."

 

"Where is my husband?" Sonal asked.

 

"Your husband? Why does it matter now?. We are all about to go on stage." Raul said.

 

"I want to talk to him."

 

"You can't talk to him now. We are backstage. He is in the audience, sitting in a special section meant for husbands and boyfriends of the women on stage."

 

"I won't go on stage unless I talk to him." Sonal said confidently, and folded her arms for emphasis. She knew that in full sight of all these people, Raul would not dare hit her or do anything else.

 

Raul looked at Sonal's displeased face. Then he broke out into a wide grin. Maybe it was a good idea after all to show her where her husband was sitting.

 

"Okay, follow me." Raul turned around and walked through a door. He led her through a small passage where she could hear a lot of noise of a crowd. "This is the backstage area, and the wing from which we go on stage."

 

Raul led her to the front of the passage where there were some wooden partitions. Past the first partition, she could see the stage, where a lot of stuff was set up. Raul took her to a side so they were behind a partition, moved it slightly, and looked through it. He helped himself to a wry smile and then motioned Sonal to come closer and look through it.

 

"See there. On the right. Behind the velvet cordon rope? That's where your husband is sitting. Look at him first. Then decide if you want to go talk to him."

 

Sonal peered through the partition and looked in the direction Raul was pointing. What she saw blew her mind and made her throat dry up. Sure enough, Sharad was sitting there on a couch behind a velvet rope cordon with a sign "RESTRICTED ACCESS" on it. But he was not alone. Next to him was a young white woman. Sonal recognized her as the uniformed woman who had escorted him away when the other woman took her to Raul. But this time, she was not wearing a uniform.

 

She was sitting there in a skimpy bikini. In her hand was a glass full of some brown drink, possibly alcoholic which she put to Sharad's lips. Sharad took a big swig gladly. And Sonal started noticing more stuff. Sharad's right hand was on the woman's boobs. In fact, his fingers had slipped inside her bikini top, and he seemed to be playing with her nipples. And Sonal saw the the woman's other hand was in his crotch. The armrest of the couch hid what the hand was doing, but Sonal strongly suspected that it was playing with Sharad's dick.

 

"You want to go talk to him?" Raul put both his hands on Sonal's shoulders and whispered in her ear. "Doesn't look like he wants to be disturbed."

 

Sonal stared at the sight with disbelief. How could he do this? She herself had not been virtuous in the last hour, but at least she had been forced. Sharad did not look like he had been forced at all. In fact he seemed to be enjoying himself, drinking alcohol and making out with a strange woman. As far as she knew, Sharad only drank socially. And here, Sharad was glugging down the drink, and from his eyes, it seemed like it hadn't been his first drink either. As she watched, the woman brought her face close to Sharad's and started kissing him on the lips, very passionately.

 

"I've seen enough." Sonal turned away in disgust.

 

Raul nodded, turned around and started walking away. He led her back into the waiting area, and towards a small table with lots of bottles on them. Then he loudly said,

 

"All the participants of the wet t-shirt contest, gather around me please!"

 

Seven women, apart from Sonal, crowded around the table where Raul was standing. Sonal looked at all the other women. Four of them had blonde hair of varying shades. One was a redhead. One had brown hair. And there was one with black hair, similar to Sonal. All seven women were white, and Sonal was the only "ethnic" presence, she realized. Half of them were wearing jeans or slacks, the others were wearing shorts.

 

"Hi, thank you all for agreeing to take part." Raul started talking. "My name is Raul and I will be the MC tonight. Here's how things will proceed. I will call you all out to the stage in a while, and you will all stand in a line on the left side. Then I will go to the right side, where there are lots of jugs full of water, beer, and gatorade. I will call out your names one by one, and you approach me, smile, do a little dance as you walk. Then I will ask you a question or two about yourself. nothing major. Just casual stuff. Then I will pour water on you. To make the t-shirt wet. After that, you have 30 seconds to go to the front of the stage, dance around, do whatever you want, and make the audience like you. Any questions so far?"

 

"Are we supposed to flash our boobs?" the redhead asked.

 

"Ah, good question. See, all we are doing is having a wet t-shirt contest. What you do, is up to you. The more wild stuff you do, the more the audience likes you. Yes, women usually flash their boobs. Sometimes women make out. Some strip down to their panties. Some get completely naked. Remember, the winners are decided based on how much the crowd cheers and applauds."

 

"Okay." the redhead said, satisfied. But this revelation made Sonal even more nervous. Some women get completely naked? She hope Raul wouldn't force her to do that. And if he did, she hoped she could resist his commands. Sonal made a mental note to not take off any clothing at all. After all, as Raul said, what you do is up to you. She hoped the ordeal would end harmlessly.

 

"Now once the initial round of introductions is done, we will keep calling you to the stage one by one again. And we'll ask the audience to cheer and clap for their favourites. In the first round, we will eliminate two women with the least response. In the next round, two more. After that one more, so we have 3 women left. And then, we will decide 1st, 2nd, 3rd in that round. Again, during each of these rounds, what you do, is completely up to you. Our minimum requirement is to have your t-shirt wet at all times. Taking anything off, flashing anyone, is your prerogative. We are not legally responsible if someone tapes this and puts it on the internet, as the waivers you signed specify. You do whatever you want."

 

The women nodded and some of them giggled. Sonal again told herself that she didn't care about winning anything if it meant taking clothes off. She would stick to the minimum requirement of having a wet t-shirt and then get the hell out. She hoped that her prudish behaviour would get her eliminated in the first round.

 

"Now, we will go on in about five minutes. Here are a bunch of drinks - scotch, irish whiskey, bourbon, vodka, and tequila. In the past, ladies have found that a few swigs of the alcohol before going on stage helps them overcome nervousness. So help yourself. There will be booze on the side of the stage too, should you feel the need for more liquid courage during the contest. Anyway, I am going on the stage to work up the audience. One of the staff will signal you when to go on stage."

 

Raul smiled at all the women and left. Sonal stood there unsure of what to do as all the women swooped on to the table picking up bottles and taking big swigs.

 

"Aren't you having any?" the redhead smiled and asked Sonal after she took a big swig of the vodka.

 

"Umm...I have never had alcohol." Sonal said, her discomfort growing by the second. All these women seemed really beautiful, and very self-confident. She was visibly timid.

 

"Have some. The guy is right. Without this, we're bound to feel nervous." Redhead said, offering Sonal the bottle of vodka. "I am Annie, by the way."

 

"I am Sonal." she said, taking the vodka bottle. She stared at it for a while, and wondered if she really should drink. But then she remembered Sharad having the drink at the hand of the pretty blonde. Might as well try it myself, Sonal thought. Tentatively, she put it to her lips and took a small taste. And winced. "It is so.....I don't know....strong....and spicy"

 

"Yeah, it's pepper vodka. Nice stuff. You wanna try the tequila instead?" Annie said, picking up another bottle, taking a swig and handing it to Sonal.

 

Five minutes later, Sonal had taken a swig from each bottle. She hated the taste of each of the drinks. Why do people drink alcohol, she wondered. Some of the other women were really downing a lot of it, and talking among themselves. Annie was the only one talking to Sonal.

 

"Alright ladies, let's get going." the woman whom Sonal would always remember as the one who efficiently waxed her asshole, came up and said. She led them to the side of the stage, where Raul was saying something into the mic. A few seconds later, he yelled, "And please welcome, all the ladies!"

All the women rushed out, including Sonal and stood on the stage in a line. As Sonal stood on the stage, she felt a little light-headed because of the alcohol which was now working its way through her bloodstream for the first time ever. But she also felt terrified. It was a big crowd, easily a few hundred. There were bright lights shining down on the stage. And everyone was clapping, whistling and hollering. 

"Oh god, I'm scared." Sonal said. 

"Me too." Annie said, and held her hand.

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Raul started speaking in the mic, welcoming everyone and talking about all the beautiful ladies in the contest. There was a lot of clapping and hollering. Sonal, still holding on to Annie's hand, scanned the audience and looked towards where she had seen Sharad sitting with the blond girl. But the lights were too bright, and there was too much of a crowd between her and that corner, so she could not see anything. 

Raul meanwhile, started off the first round of the contest. The first girl, a blond, walked up to him. He made small talk with her, and then poured water down her shirt. She shimmied and slithered around as he did that, squealing out that the water was ice cold. Which it literally was. Raul made sure a lot of ice was dunked in the water, so it would be freezing cold and the women's nipples would react to it immediately. Sure enough, her nipples poked through her bra and top. She then took a few steps ahead, and as the music blared, started dancing, and teasing the crowd. 

The crowd went from wild to wilder as she first rubbed her boobs and played with them over her t-shirt, and then lifted her t-shirt to give a glimpse of her barely concealed boobs. After some applause, she walked back to where she was standing. One by one, the other girls walked to Raul, and kept getting soaked. Sonal on the other hand was standing there with a petrified look on her face. 

"You look really terrified." Annie whispered into her ear. Sonal nodded. "Here, have this." 

Annie picked up a bottle of vodka from a table behind her on the stage and handed it to Sonal. Sonal, without thinking too much, put the bottle to her lips, and took 5 or 6 big swigs very fast. She was close to having a panic attack, and the warmth from the alcohol seemed to comfort her, despite the horrible taste. 

"Whoa! Easy there" Annie said, pulling the bottle away from her lips. "If you drink that much that fast, you won't be able to stand. Remember, we haven't mixed any of the drinks we've had tonight. Just had them neat." 

Sonal nodded, unsure of what "neat" exactly meant in this context. You have to remember that Sonal was a small town girl from Bihar, not exposed to Westernized ways of life until she moved to America. In a couple of minutes, she started feeling the effects of the vodka and actually felt a little more calm. Her heartbeat, from an insanely high rate, was back to slightly above normal, when she realized Annie had let go of her hand and was walking towards Raul. 

"So Annie, where are you from?" Raul asked, putting a hand around Annie's shoulder. Sonal noted how contrasting the two looked next to each other. Annie, while, pretty, slim and tall, with bright red hair. Raul, brown skinned, short, bald, fat, and ugly. 

"Michigan." Annie said into the mic. 

"Michigan. That must be under 12 feet of snow right now. Wonderful, are you having a good time in sunny Florida?" 

"I sure am!" Annie said in an exaggerated cute girl type voice and giggled. Sonal was surprised at how different Annie sounded from when she had talked to her nervously. Sonal didn't realize that Annie was putting on an act, partly to soothe her own nerves, and partly to please the crowd. 

"You have a really vivid shade of red hair there. Very pretty." Raul said, tousling her hair a little. The crowd cheered. 

"Thank you." she said and smiled at the crowd. 

"So let me ask you this, Annie." Raul said, looked at the crowd, winked very slowly and visibly. "Are you a natural redhead?" 

The crowd whooped and hollered at several decibels. It took Sonal, who was now REALLY beginning to feel the after-effects of all the alcohol, a few seconds to realize the hidden meaning behind that question. 

"Well, if y'all are nice, maybe you'll find out soon." Annie yelled into the mic using the term y'all and the mostly southern crowd went wild. Raul laughed, picked up a pitcher of cold water, and soaked Annie with it. Sonal noticed that Annie too had big boobs, almost as big as her own, and they were neatly outlined along the t-shirt. Sonal also noticed that Annie obviously had nothing on under the t-shirt.

Annie squealed at the coldness of the water, then went to the edge of the stage and started dancing seductively. After a few faked attempts, she finally raised her t-shirt all the way up, showing her bare boobs to the crowd. Sonal saw them too, and admired them. They were certainly at least her big as her own, although they sagged a little. Annie played with her t-shirt a little more, pretending to take it off, but then brought it down, and the crowd groaned. 

But Annie wasn't done yet. She put her hands on the button of her jeans and the crowd started chanting again. She slowly opened the button, and then started lowering the zipper as the crowd cheered. The front of her thong was in view. It seemed like she would lower the thong too, but then Annie rapidly zipped her jeans back, buttoned them up, and skipped back towards Sonal. Her bra-less boobs swung wildly as she did so. 

"I feel so silly acting like that, but those cheers sure do help your self-esteem." Annie said to Sonal, rubbing her shoulder and then facing the crowd.

"And now, our final contestant. Please welcome, the lovely Sonal!" Raul yelled, and Sonal started walking towards him. As she did, she realized that all the alcohol was definitely having effect on her, because after three steps she stumbled, and fell in the arms of the brunette girl. The crowd hollered as the girl helped Sonal up, and Sonal resumed her walk towards Raul.