Preliminary Wet T-Shirt Competition?

Steve presents, “How about Wet T-Shirt competition”

You asks in surprise, “Come again?!”

“I will if you keep tempting me,” Steve teases but getting serious again adds, “But no really, they’ll cover costs But once you pick what in-house mini competitions they’re having first and the easiest by far is this!”

Should’ve figured this is why Steve gave you a white T-shift to put on instead of a bra to go with your bikini bottom when you both got here. Before you can protest, Steve leads you skimpily dressed dainty body by the hand to the hotel swimming pool the edge of beach where they’re hosting the event. You two just made in time as the announcer calls up the contestants.

Seeing how crowded it is, including all the other girls in white t-shirts line also enter, you bashfully look down at your white t-shit and complain to Steve, “Hey! I was willing to masturbate privately to this body, but I don’t think I’m ready to whore it up for randos!”

Steve shrugs, “Either we get the funds to get in the real competitions or we don’t! Up to you in end,” handing you glasses to protect your eyes from the water before going back for his camera.

You grumble but notices a few open ice filled containers full of beer, and seeing you haven’t been called up yet, helps yourself to some to build a little liquid courage….

****

Steve tries to be a quick as possible, returning with the HD camera, but shock to find that not only is it just happen to be Walt’s turn, but she’s actually taking it better than he ever could imagine. In fact, she’s doing Great as she really gets in the grove to the water guns and hose firing on her as she strikes a pose with a lot of grace to her step to the crowd’s cheers!

*****

That’s only half the battle, as you and the rest of the girls then have to line up for a rating. You stumble up with the other girls. If only you realize this smaller body couldn’t handle the amount of alcohol you took in, you wouldn’t feel like you’re going to hurl... You teeter up on stage with the other girls, apologizing whenever you bumps into one of them intentionally to compliment their tits before asking their number.

You can’t help but feel like he having the weirdest boner and drunkenly insists lamentably your dick is usually bigger than this to the girls as you refer to what you later figure out is your clit poking up in her bikini bottom. Eventually the judges have their picks, announcing you (despite you not being entirely aware) that you’re one of the winners, drawing laughs after they struggle to get your attention before sending Steve up to get you.

It then clicks to you that actually won, bringing you an incredible sense of pride of whatever it is that you won in that you jump up and down ecstatically, giving a good show to the onlookers of your bouncing tits while yelling, “Yeah! In your face!” and “Who’s number one!” until Steve practically had to grab and lift you off stage. The laughter only grew even greater once you fought off him, barf, then pass out cold from drunken knockout bliss. Eventually, you wake up to find yourself…