“Looks like your scores can stand.” I wiped my face off with a towel – such a waste of cum, I know, but I had a winner to announce – and walked back out towards the stage. Besides, I knew Ghostie was about to rail me as soon as I rejoined him on the boat. Who knew a rescue mission could be so fun?
“You better be ready for another cumshot when you get back to this boat,” growled Ghostie.
See? Told you so.
“Or two,” added Teddybear.
“Make that three,” said Simon.
Yes please.
Ghostie made the most threatening growl I’d ever heard him make. “Fuck off. Her mouth is mine.”
“Now, now, boys. Now is not the time to talk about gangbanging me. We have a mission to accomplish!”
“But it is the time for random blowjobs?” asked Ghostie.
“Boy, it’s always time for random blowjobs. But it wasn’t random. It was a crucial part of the mission.”
“It was?”
“Of course, Ghostie.”
“How?”
“You’ll figure it out.” And what is Brody doing? I ducked back into the room and found him in the bathroom wrapping a towel around himself. “Come on,” I said. “We need to announce the scores.”
He grabbed another towel and followed me through the hallway and back out on stage. Karma took the second towel from him and wrapped it around herself and then we all got into position in the center of the stage.
“Some of you might not know this,” I said to the crowd, “but I’m actually not the usual host of this competition. The real Gianna Rodriquez was sick today and asked me to fill in. And I did my best. But I made a huge error. The second Brody’s pants came off, I should have issued Slavanka a red card. But I didn’t. So unfortunately, after consulting my superiors, we’ve determined that it would be wrong to crown a winner of the goddess contest.”
“Booooo!” yelled the crowd.
“That’s not fair,” said Karma.
“I know, I know.” I held my hand up for silence. “I know it sucks. But I do have some good news. Even though we can’t award a winner of the goddess contest, we can award a winner of the first annual Locatelli Resort and Spa Beachside Blowjob Contest!”
The screen behind me flickered and the word Goddess changed to BeachsideBlowjob.
Nice touch, Ghostie!
“Yeah!” screamed the crowd.
“May I please have the scores?”
A stagehand brought me a sealed envelope.
I broke the seal and pulled the paper out a little to reveal the lowest score.
“In last place, raising Brody’s heart rate to a respectable 121 bpm…” I paused for dramatic effect. “Esme!”
“Damn,” she said, shaking her head. “Nice job, girls.”
“Don’t feel bad,” I said. “It says here that last week’s winner only raised the guys’ heart rate to 96, so you kind of killed it. Let’s hear a round of applause for Esme!”
The crowd cheered for her and she stepped aside.
I pulled the sheet of paper out more to see the rest of the scores.