Walk on through.

*Note: You have entered your agent into the wet t-shirt contest! Your choices on how she competes will not only affect the result of the contest, but also have future consequences. Choose carefully!*

"Are you kidding? I'm in," scoffed Ava as she nodded towards the curtain. The large man's smile somehow got even larger after hearing her response.

"That's what I thought," the man replied as he pulled back the curtain for the agent.

Ava walked through the open curtain to a makeshift lounge area. Inside were seven other women who were prepping for the contest. Most appeared to be young Romanian women with olive skin and dark hair. However there were a couple that definitely not born and raised in the country. The girls all had glasses of champagne and were in various stages of drunkenness from buzzed to shit-faced. Almost all of them had decent looking figures but only two could compare to Ava's curvy pale physique.

Ava found a plain white t-shirt and placed her white lace romper in a plastic crate for personal items. She removed her royal blue bikini top as her nipples were finally exposed to the cool air. She then pulled the cheap white t-shirt over her head and pushed her arms through the sleeves. After fixing her hair, making sure no red strands were stuck underneath the shirt collar, she realized the "shirt" was more of a crop-top. Or a child's medium than a woman's small. Ava grabbed a complimentary glass of champagne and took a sip. Just as she was deciding whether or not to speak to any of the fellow contestants, the curtain on the other side of the room moved. A short man with frosted tips and a black silk shirt, complete with a green dragon design, walked into the lounge.

"My sexy ladies! Are you ready for DJ Fuego to get you wet!?" announced the man. All the girls cheered and Ava followed suit. "That's what I thought! Now we are doing tournament style tonight ladies. That means you will be given a number, by yours truly, and you will be judged against each other. If the crowd and judges like what they see, you'll go onto the next round!" he explained, never wavering from the high energy shouting he started off with. He presented the numbers as he began to walk in between the women, studying every inch of them as f he was buying a race horse.

"Now your number will be what seeding you are," he continued, "which means the higher the number, the hotter I think you are." DJ Fuego came to Ava and stopped. He took his time studying every curve of her body before walking around her to get a glimpse of her ass. She just smiled and let his eyes get as much as they needed. Once he was satisfied he shuffled through the numbers and handed one to Ava. "Damn girl, find me after if you want to party," softly spoke the DJ for the first time. Ava looked at the laminated paper to see a large black "2." Part of Ava wanted to ask why not number 1 but then realized why as she looked up.

"And last but not least my beautiful Sasha!" shouted the DJ, handing the number 1 to a dark tan woman. She definitely was Ava's top competition. She was gorgeous with a thin waist and curves that included a very plump ass. After handing Sasha the number DJ Fuego wound up and slapped her ass which seemed to jiggly perfectly. Sasha giggled and thanked the DJ for the number 1 seed. "Now we are going to start with the lovely Sasha at number 1 versus number 8. This should be a quick one so number 2 and 7 get ready to go soon!" Both girls followed DJ Fuego out as the rest of the girls and Ava watched the mini lounge TV show the main stage.

DJ Fuego was right, it was over quick. Number 1 had clearly been chosen for a reason as she new how to work the crowd, use her body, and didn't even flinch when the water hit her chest. Number 8 was drunk, she slipped after getting sprayed with water, and besides a quick dance just stood there. DJ Fuego had the girls walk onto the clear bridge over the water and asked the club who was the winner. After only getting a few sympathy cheers, number 8 clearly could not pull off the upset. DJ Fuego then hit a large red button next to him. All the watching eyes in the backstage lounge, including Ava's, went wide as the bridge under contestant number 8 gave out. The drunk loser fell straight into the pool as contestant number 1 waved to the crowd.

"Allllllll right all right, now for the next battle between contestant number 2 and 7!" DJ Fuego's voice echoed through the speakers. Ava walked out from the open curtain with contestant 7 close behind. She was a petite girl who must be 19, maybe 20, years old. She was cute with an athletic frame, but she definitely lacked breast size. As Ava walked out the crowd's cheering grew even louder as she made her way in front of the DJ booth.

Contestant 7 was first to get wet as a Player Club staff member with a hosed cover her entire body from neck to toe. The young girl turned to the crowd as her now soaked shirt clung to her skin, revealing tiny but erect nipples. She then skipped to the front while shaking her small tits from side to side. The crowd began to cheer but it definitely wasn't at the same level as Ava's entrance. The girl stopped on the clear bridge and threw her hands in the air after blowing a kiss to the crowd. Now it was Ava's turn.

Ava stepped forward to the hose and leaned her head back. A shiver when down her spine as the ice cold water hit her skin and immediately soaked the small shirt. Her nipples quickly became as hard as diamonds as she turned from the hose, satisfied with how wet her body had became. As she turned to the crowd the cheers began almost instantly. She could see and feel the hundreds of eyes on her. Both men and women alike stared at her body hungrily, licking their lips at the sight of her dripping curves glistening against the glow of the club lights. Ava felt the covered portion of her body between her legs start to dampen. The excitement of being exposed to the entire club began to arouse the undercover agent as she found herself biting her bottom lip.

The animated crowd was screaming for her, almost clinching her victory before even making a move. However Ava knew it was time to seal the deal and make her way to the clear bridge. Presentation and working the crowd was half the contest, so she needed to play this one right.