Misc. Erotica The Exploitation of Innocent Sonal - by hornynri

[ray.rowdy]

Then Raul announced the next round. This one, he said, would be a round in pairs. The women were to pair themselves up. And they would go to the stage in those pairs, dancing and as Raul said, "performing" at the same time. After five minutes, he would ask the audience to vote with their applause. Whichever pair got the least applause would be eliminated next. He said it was up to the women who they wanted to be paired with. Annie immediately threw her arms around Sonal, and the crowd screamed in delight at the prospect of the two hottest and clearly the boldest women dancing together.

 

The first pair to go on was one of the blonds and the brown haired woman. They walked to the front of the stage and Raul approached them with two big pitchers of beer. With both his hands, he poured the beer over their bodies, and the women screeched joyfully. They then hugged each other and then started dancing seductively. After a few seconds, hollers of "show your tits!" started. The blond smiled at the crowd and reached for the other woman's t-shirt. She teased the crowd by playing with the t-shirt for a few seconds and then took it off. The other woman responded by taking the blond's t-shirt off. The crowd whooped in joy as even their medium sized boobs were straining against their bikini tops.

 

Next, the brown haired woman unbuttoned her denim shorts and quickly stepped out of them. She turned around and wiggled her ass clumsily at the crowd. The crowd didn't seem to mind the clumsiness though, and cheered. Next the blond took off her already soaked slacks. And as a final act, both women took off each others bikini tops, and when they walked back to their places, were wearing nothing but thongs.

 

The first pair had raised the bar and the second pair, of the other blond and the black haired woman, almost exactly emulated what they had done. Off came the t-shirts and the jeans. And eventually the bikini tops. Now the most dressed women on stage were Annie, in her jeans, thong and t-shirt but without a bra, and Sonal in her t-shirt, bra, and thong.

 

Although the first two pairs had gotten a lot of applause and catcalls, it was nothing compared to the noise when Raul announced Annie and Sonal's name. The women so far had been all southern women with the distinctive southern drawl, and to the largely southern crowd, seemed all too familiar, despite their good looks. But Annie was a redhead from Michigan with a midwestern twang in her accent and Sonal was an exotic Indian. That pair was THE pair to beat.

 

Now, Sonal was REALLY feeling the effect of all the alcohol she had consumed, something Annie noticed. Annie was basically a nice girl who didn't want her new friend to fall down and hurt herself. So Annie put her arm around her shoulder and led Sonal to the front of the stage. As Sonal swayed while walking, with her eyes closed, Raul frowned, hoping the Indian slut wouldn't pass out on stage.

 

But she didn't. The bright lights and the crowd's shouting seemed to sober Sonal up a bit and she instinctively looked towards her husband. She was shocked to see the seats empty. She was scanning the crowd trying to locate him when she realized Annie was divesting her of her t-shirt. The crowd cheered wildly as Sonal's boobs, albeit constrained by the bikini, came into view. And why wouldn't they? Sonal's boobs were by far the best on display that night.

 

As Sonal turned, she saw that Annie had slipped her own t-shirt off as well. And since she wasn't wearing anything under it, Annie's big boobs were now completely on display. She watched as Annie slipped off her jeans and threw them into the crowd. Annie left Sonal standing there alone as she turned around, bent over, jumped, giving the crowd a good look at her body. The crowd cheered for her for a while, and then Raul announced,

 

"Looks like Sonal is the only one who isn't topless!!"

 

The crowd immediately started chanting, "Take it off! Take it off!"

 

Annie readily stepped behind Sonal and started untying the bikini top when something went off on Sonal's head.

 

"No!" she whispered to Annie.

 

"What??" Annie whispered back incredulously.

 

"Don't take it off." Sonal whispered in a pleading voice.

 

"Are you fucking kidding me? We have this thing won.' Annie said and despite Sonal's protest, tugged at the bikini's knot.

 

Sonal wasn't going along without a fight. She struggled and turned away from Annie. Annie got pulled towards her. Sonal was already quite drunk. She lost her footing and fell on the stage flat on her ass, taking Annie down with her. Annie now lay on top of Sonal, her naked boobs mashing into Sonal's bikini covered boobs.

 

The crowd obviously assumed this was all part of a planned performance and started applauding. Sonal worriedly looked at Annie's face which was right on top of her own face. Annie had a wry smile on her face. Raul who had been observing this, sensed a chance to push things along,

 

"Wow guys! Looks like they're going to kiss!" he yelled into the mic.

 

The crowd went wild. And Annie, sensing the crowd's mood, immediately put her lips on Sonal's and started kissing them.

 

Sonal's first instinct was to fight her. But her instinct had been blunted by alcohol. And in a couple of seconds, she actually began enjoying the kiss. It felt like no kiss she had ever had with Sharad before. This kiss was soft, tender, passionate, and made her squirm with pleasure.

 

Annie herself was loving the kiss. Sonal's lips were full and soft, and Annie occasionally bit them ever so softly. After 30 seconds of kissing, Annie realized that Sonal was completely at her mercy. So Annie broke the kiss and sat up, straddling Sonal's waist. She then gently pulled at Sonal's bikini. The knot had already come undone during their tiny scuffle. Annie had no trouble getting Sonal completely topless.

 

Raul looked at the two beautiful well-stacked topless women on top of each other and worried about getting an erection. And it was all due to Sonal. He cursed himself for not fucking her when he had her at his mercy in his office. He couldn't wait to shove his dick into her sweet cunt. And for that, he needed to get done with this wet t-shirt contest soon, he realized.

 

"Alright Annie and Sonal, your time is up." he announced.

 

Annie helped Sonal up and they retreated back to their positions. As they did, the crowd got a look at their thong covered asses and started whooping and whistling again.

 

This time when Raul took the applause response from the audience, it was obvious that Annie and Sonal had been the biggest hits again. And the first pair, of the blond and the brown haired woman, was eliminated.

 

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After the eliminated pair left the stage, Raul was about to continue with the contest when one of the security staff called out to him from the side of the stage. He told the crowd there would be a short break for two minutes and walked off.

 

"What the fuck is so important?" he testily asked the security guy.

 

"The Indian chick's husband. He is insisting on pulling her off the stage." he beckoned behind him. There, surrounded by 3 burly security guards and the woman whose boobs he had been playing with, was an enraged Sharad.

 

"She's signed the contract. He has no authority to stop her." Raul said.

 

"I know! I told him that. But he is being difficult."

 

"Who the fuck cares? Just....just take him away. And...." Raul paused as an idea hit him. He smiled and said, "You know the room next to my office? Lock him in there."

 

"What if he doesn't want to come?"

 

"Then make him, goddammit!" Raul said and went back to the stage.