Not well.

Waiting for her chance to shine on the stage was nothing new to Bria, but it didn't seem any easier now than it had in her contest days. Hearing the crowd roaring was new, however. Beauty contests weren't about crowds yelling approval.... or 'shake it!', or 'nice tits!' or 'will you suck me off later?'.

Still, the crowd's excitement told her how well each girl did. Some elicited polite applause, others earned boos, and some earned excited whistling and yelling. Just wait until they got to see her. Bria knew she'd get the biggest cheers yet.

Being at the end of the line meant she'd have the final say, always a valuable thing in a contest. She just didn't know how climactic her performance would be.

"And now, to cap off our event, our final girl... Bria Juergens!" the announcer yelled, and with her posture perfect and a winning smile fixed to her face Bria sauntered out to the crowd as a bouncy musical number began.

Coming from the dim interior into the mid-day sun left Bria momentarily blind, but she knew where the runway was and made like she was in a nightclub, dancing and swaying to the music as the crowd cheered her arrival.

Not entirely pleased with the level of their response she was about to up the ante a little when the first sprays of water hit her as she spun. A large one seemed to smash into her at hip level, drenching her front and ass while another freezing one doused her breasts.

The gauzy white material seemed to instantly vanish, clinging to her body like it was paint. Now the audience cheered, loving what they were seeing.

The final spray was a surprise It hit her smack in the face, seemingly melting her heavy make-up across her face, stinging her eyes and blinding her. Knocked off balance she fell into a row of waving hands at the edge of the stage.

Some hands obeyed the red writing on her butt and spanked her, other just pulled at the material, ripping it. Others went straight to the highly visible camel toe, fingers prodding at her slit or yanking on her pendulous lips.

Bria's hands windmilled in an unladylike fashion, fighting for balance, but the crowd seemed to have her and pulled her body from the stage and into the crowd of horny young men who'd waited through a half hour of sexy girls teasing them with their nubile young bodies. Now that they had one they didn't seem to want to let go.

"Disqualified for improper interaction with the audience... Bria Juergens," a voice intoned, but Bria was too busy trying to fight off hands, or keep her meager clothes, to notice. "We'll commence with the judging stage."