Have you met Nicole?

Nicole follows Cindy up the stairs to the stage. "I can't believe we're doing this," Nicole says nervously. "Well, good luck," she smiles up at the tall woman.

Cindy glances down at Nicole. She smirks and then sucks in air between her teeth. "Whatever, beta." And she gets in position.

The comment doesn't have time to sting Nicole, because the first song starts. She mutters 'fuck' under her breath as she realizes it's from the one genre she detests: country-western. She doesn't know the song, but Cindy clearly does because she's already sexily dancing. Nicole does her best to tap into those swing lessons from high school and adapt to the song.

Dancing with the butt plug in her ass proves to be more difficult than Nicole expected. Due to the large Presidential plate stretching her bikini bottoms every time she takes a wide step the plug pushes inside and the front of her bikini threatens to slip between her folds. It's distracting, so it isn't until she's halfway through the song that she notices the points on the board have shifted heavily toward Cindy who's still wearing her full bikini. "Fuck it," Nicole thinks. She reaches back to tug the knot on her top. It unravels and she lets the bikini top fall to reveal her breasts to the audience.

"That's my girl!" Huck yells from the edge of the stage. "Show them those ta-tas."

Nicole feels exhilarated as the numbers on the scoreboard shift in her favor. She's inspired at suddenly being in the lead. She doesn't hold back. She revels in the clapping of the audience even as the plug grinds into her butthole and the material of her bikini bottoms squeezes her mons pubis. Suddenly, the numbers shift almost completely in her favor. She's so caught up in the moment and thinking she's impressing the audience that she hasn't noticed Cindy. Her competitor has stopped dancing and is standing behind Nicole taking drags off a cigarette.

When the first song stops, Nicole is well in the lead. She's pretty sure she has it in the bag and she confidently pushes her breasts forward. She's surprised when she blows a kiss to Huck.

Cindy steps to the edge of the stage. "That was just the warm-up," she says to the men in the front row. She grabs her breasts and squeezes them together. "If you wanna see some real tits you gotta earn 'em."

Nicole watches as the numbers start to move back in Cindy's favor.

Cindy shakes her head. Her fingers slip under her top and she teases like she's going to pull it up. "Higher," she smirks.

Nicole stomps with one foot. "Oh come on," she whines. "The second song hasn't even started yet."

Apparently, being petulant doesn't win Nicole any fans. The numbers shift more in Cindy's favor. Nicole is five points away from having zero points. Cindy turns her head toward the DJ. "That's good enough. Let's finish this. Hit it, Tony," and as the music starts Cindy seductively slips her top off as Nicole stands there dumbfounded. An alarm sounds signaling that Nicole's points have bottomed out. Once again, Nicole doesn't know the song, but she knows she needs to do something fast or else she'll be riding the Sybian.

Huck had assured her the Donald Rump Plug would be a crowd favorite. When she was first considering how to handle this stripper situation she had a different scenario in her head. If necessary to win, she'd flash her pussy toward the end of the song, but then push off her bikini bottoms, gracefully move to the floor, and turn herself over, so the ex-President's gross face was on display for his shitty adoring public. In her mind, that would at the very least reduce how much time her genitals were front and center. She hadn't expected she'd be such a bad dancer or that her competitor would be hot and know how to work the crowd.

Those numbers weren't budging no matter how hard Nicole danced. **** times called for **** measures. Facing the crowd, she readies herself. Then, mustering all of her deeply buried desires for public exposure, she pushes the bottoms down to her ankles. Nicole keeps dancing. Kicking the bottoms off her ankle and they fly into the front row. She does her best to position herself so only her frontside is exposed keeping Donald Trump as a surprise. The numbers shift back. Nicole feels relief when they split evenly between the two dancers. She's got this.

The thrill of being naked, the confidence of beating someone who's hotter than her, and general Nicole being Nicole - triggers a wildness in her brain. She pulls off her planned graceful move to the floor and, as she twists her body to show off the plate on the butt plug, she yells out "HERE'S YOUR SORE LOSER PRESIDENT!" and does a white girl twerk.

There are only about a dozen people in the audience but the boos sound like a sold-out Trump rally. They're loud, furious, and punctuated by slurs. As the music stops she stays on her elbows and knees unsure of what to do. Cindy, still wearing her bottoms, stands over her. She's laughing. "Holy shit, beta, I knew I could beat you but did you lose on purpose? What a freak. I didn't even need to fully strip." Nicole watches as Cindy lifts her bikini top up with her foot and then launches it into the audience. As Cindy walks away, Nicole remains frozen with her Trump-adorned ass in the air. She didn't want to see the score. She knew it was zero. The slowly building chant of "Syb-i-an" was a dead giveaway.

The sound of the heavy sex machine being dragged to the center of the stage snaps Nicole out of her frozen horror. That and Huck's firm slap on her ass. "Get up, loser," he says.

Nicole shyly gets to her feet. Her arms cover her privates. She keeps her back to the audience and her eyes on the ground. She's ashamed and disappointed in herself, but also a little mad at him. "I thought you said the plug was a surefire win."

He laughs deeply. "Hell, pervert, I had no doubt you'd mess it up with or without the plug. Making sure you disrespected our greatest President by putting him on your ass was extra insurance. I didn't expect your libtard brain to seal the deal with that battle cry."

Nicole's shame deepens. She can feel it throughout her entire body. Mostly notably in her rectum which is tightly clenching the plug. He was right. Maybe if she hadn't yelled she would have survived with some points. "I'm...I'm sorry for losing so badly." Nicole doesn't know which she hates more: apologizing to Huck or herself for apologizing to Huck.

Huck laughs harder as he reaches behind her and tugs on the butt plug. "Don't be sorry. You're an epic trainwreck of a person, but if you're good at anything it's being a horny bitch. Own it." As he tells her to 'own it' the plug pops free from her asshole. She releases a moaning squeal and lurches forward.

The man running the show hops on the microphone. "Okay everyone, we have our first complete loser of the season, so we get to watch her ride the Sybian." There's weak applause. "And, knowing how much she clearly likes taking it up the rump we've put on the dual attachment.

"Hop on, beta!" Cindy calls out. Nicole suddenly notices her dancing competitor standing to the side of the Sybian. She's wearing a robe covering her body leaving Nicole as the single nude female on the stage. She's also holding a black box that has a cord going to the Sybian. They gave her the controls.

Huck gently pushes Nicole forward.