For the umpteenth time that day Jake couldn't believe his luck, here he was; a
fat, balding middleaged man, an ugly sweating shortarse and yet here he
stood on a makeshift stage on a sunny beach with a swarm of some of the
most beautiful women around stood before him. All of them gazing up at
him, nervously chewing their lips, their bikini'd bussoms heaving.
many breasts. If he had the time he would just happily stand and count
them all, instead he just allowed himself a moment to take in the ocean of
cleavage, pondered on how visible his erection was beneath his Burmuda
shorts and took the mic.
he said, "The turnout here has been fantastic and I want to thank you
all for coming - to me you are all winners!"
were a few woops from the crowd, some breasts jiggled excitedly and Jake
thanked Christ he had chosen that photography course over law school all
those years before.
" he continued, "There can only be one real winner here today
for only one girl is to recieve the prize of a six month modeling contract
with 'Baxters Bikini Monthly' which as I'm sure you all know will include
at least one guaranteed cover photo."
woops, more jiggling.
before I announce that winner lets first congratulate the runners up, no
contract for them but they will join myself and the winner this afternoon
for a one off photo shoot." he left a dramatic pause which he felt
neccessary on these occasions, "In third place... Samantha Paxman!"
crowd applauded, somewhere in the middle a nineteen year old gasped,
hugged her friend and made her way up onto the stage.
was gorgeous, real Baywatch material with her shapely legs, impossibly
flat belly, fountain of wavey blond hair and tiny red bikini, the top half
of which looked as though it was little more than two tiny red triangles
she had painted over her nipples. As she jogged excitedly up onto the
stage her enormous breasts promised to escape from their skimpy prison,
but they didn't. Small the bikini may have been but it held her firmly in
hardly had time to wipe the drewl from his mouth before kissing her cheek
and handing her the certificate.
took the mic again,
second place... Nicola Blair!"
clapping, more jiggling and now it was the turn of Nicola to take the
was easy to see that she was model material; tall, thin with
improporianetly large breasts that were completely covered by her
strapless silver bikini top. Her hair was jet black and short with an
oiled fringe that hung over her forehead, her eyes were probably her most
attractive feature - pierceing blue in an odd but enduring contrast to her
took her certificate and walked on to join Samantha, as she walked away
Jake couldn't help but stare almost hypnotically at her pert G-Stringed
he said, tearing himself away from them, "The winner... With a six
month contract for "Baxters Bikini Monthly"... Is... ... ...
MY GOD!" Daisy wasn't exactly the shy, retiring type, she screamed
and screached and leapt up and down, hugging anyone near to her as she
waded her way through the crowd.
watched her wide eyed, it had been his job to announce the winners and
take them on the photo shoot but the actual winners were picked by someone
else, in this instance though he would have made the same choice - she was
stunning; undoubtably a bimbo, that much was clear from her looks and
manner but so what? Her blonde hair was short and covered in small, tight,
self applied curls of the ringlet variety. Her bikini was a strange choice
for a prize winner, the top half was skimpy enough, like two tiny polka
dot handkerchiefs tied together with string but the bottom was strangely
old fashioned, like something Marilyn Monroe would have worn.
bounded onto the stage and skipped over to Jake who reached to kiss her,
she got there first, giggling and wrapping herself around him, her giant
busoms squashing against his upper arm, he tried to negotiate his ever
hardening erection away from her but she swung further around, forcing him
to do nothing but press it into her belly. To his surprise she either
didn't notice or didn't care. He got the kiss in, handed her the
certificate and turned back to the crowd.
he thought, is going to be a very good day.