Bridgette

The audience's attention was split between Blaineley, as she fished out another card from the bucket, and Courtney and Gwen. The walk back to their seats was awkward since they had to haul their rods up with them. Gwen had it worst since she her seat was on the top row and she had to walk past five other contestants without smacking them with her schlong. Upon returning to their seats, they found it difficult to sit with their new endowments. They had to shift their sacks underneath their seats and plop their flaccid pricks up on their podiums just to get comfortable. Gwen wasn't comfortable having so many eyes on her while Courtney was muttering to herself.

Blaineley finally pulled a card and announced, "It looks like our next contestant is... Bridgette! Come on down!"

The crowd applauded but it did little to boost Bridgette's confidence. Not after witnessing what happened to Gwen and Courtney. "Like I have a choice," she sighed.

"You got this, girl!" Leshawna shouted.

"Give 'em hell!" Gwen added.

"Yeah, it's not like you could possibly look worse than Gwen," Heather remarked.

Gwen glared at the queen bee sitting next to her and grabbed her cock. "Oh, are you talking about this?" She dangled her dick in front of Heather and made her scrunch up in disgust.

"Ugh, gross. Get that thing out of my face!"

"What's wrong? She doesn't bite. In fact, I think she wants a kiss," Gwen teased.

Bridgette chuckled a little bit at Gwen and Heather's bickering and felt a bit better when she reached Blaineley. She faced the hostess and braced herself for whatever challenge she had to offer.