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The Pageant Part 7Babbs settled back into the sofa as Mr. Darrien slipped his arm around her should. The young man that had been her escort during the early part of the pageant served a round of drinks. Babbs took notice how built and attractive he was. Mr. Darrien pulled her closer to him breaking her line of thought.”You can call me Mr. D if you wish. All my close friends do.” he whispered in her ear.A calm had come over her replacing the low voltage electricity that had been going through her body for the last few hours. Cuddled in Mr. D’s arms, she watched the other 14 contestants parade down the stairs. Each and every one of them radiated sex. The soft sway of their hips as they strolled down the stairs. An inviting smile crossing each of their lips.The tiny bathing suits clung to their bodies like a second skin.Each woman was a world class beauty that could easily be a Playboy centerfold. Hell, they could have been playmate of the kurtköy escort year. They were so sexy that even Babbs would have liked to date them. They radiated sex. Some of the women had “custume malfuntions” as they posed for the gathered men. The surprise and shyness made it all the more entertaining. In their attempt to correct these errors, the women always seemed to make it worse to the delight of the audience. As each contestant finished on the stage, she was escorted off by one of the guest.As Babbs inquired what was going on, Mr. D explained. “This is something that we do from time to time at our pageants. Each of the girls is being escorted off by their high bidder. After the “social time” we had this evening the men were allowed to bid for the company of the contestant of their choice. A winning bid allows the men to be entertained by their contestant in one of our private rooms. What they do and for how long is up to ataşehir escort them.” He further explained that 75% of the money goes to the woman and the rest is put into a fund for future pageants. Tips go 100% to the woman. “Who won the bid the bid for me?” Barb inquired.”No one” answered Mr. D. “You were not bid on. You are my guest. This is my home and I’m allowed to set some of the rules.””Does that mean I need to go with you and be your entertainment?” she asked.”No. Being your first time, the choice is yours. What you do is totally up to you.” he answered. “You will be given an envelope prior to your departure. In it will be $5000. You will get it no matter what you decide to do for the rest of the evening.” This being said, Babbs rose and took Mr. D by the hand. She lead him up the stairs to her room.. With the new found sway in her hips she lead him over to the sofa. She pushed him back into the sofa and took a few steps bostancı escort back. She had reached the point of no return. Standing with her back arched and legs noticably apart she was not sure where to start. She certainly had learned the lesson of the seductive pose. It felt like part of her personality to present herself that said she was available. Not only was she availabe but she wanted to evoke sex. She wanted anyone looking at her to know she could pleasure them in ways they had only fantasized about.Out of nowhere soft music began to fill the room. Ever so slowly she began to dance to a soft but erotic beat. As she felt her body get into the rhythm she, like a snake loosing its skin, slithered out of her bikini. Dancing only in her heels and jewelry, Babbs entered a zone that she had not known existed. She knew that her body was his. Yet as danced she was trying everything she could to tempt him.After everything that had happened today she felt none of her previous inhibitions. She wanted the man in front of her to want her. She wanted him to desire her. She wanted him to ravage and use her. She wanted him to to fuck her. Fuck her hard and long. The end

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