Isabella

“All right, Isabella, you’re up," the Captain says.

The Captain hands Isabella a ripe, yellow banana, and urges her toward the makeshift podium set up for the contest. The guys are all sitting on the benches in the back like a jury, ready to judge every aspect of her performance. I hope she sucks. No, not like that, I mean, I hope she’s bad. I really don’t like being tickled, okay? And if Isabella has to get her hands strung up to the ceiling and tickled until she’s begging for mercy so I don't have to, well, that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.

But she doesn’t suck. Or, well, she does. Ugh, I’m never going to be able to use that word again, am I? Isabella looks straight into the eyes of the jury as she slowly peels down the banana and puts her tongue at the base. She licks slowly upward and gives these incredible fuck-me eyes, and I can now hear cheering from both the girls and the guys.

“Damn, girl, wish that was my banana!” a guy yells out.

“Great technique, Bella,” I hear Stacy cheer. “I’d love to get a lesson or two!”

She continues licking the banana all sexy before putting half of it in her mouth and slowly sliding it in and out.

“She gonna make that banana come,” a member of the jury shouts.

When Isabella is done, she gets a huge round of applause from the guys with plenty of 8s and 9s being thrown out. They loved it. The next person is going to have a tough act to follow.