She accepts the Donald Tump Commemorative Butt Plug

He doesn't need to tell her. She understands. This was her choice. It was what her hornball brain body wanted. She was his free-use slut. Whoever. Whatever. Wherever. Whenever. However. Huck was such an awful pig and she hated herself for how excited it made her feel. They make out, he gropes, and eventually, when she's ready to beg him to fuck her in the changing booth, he turns her around like a doll. She's bent forward with her facing the mirror. She can see herself with this disgusting man behind her. Other than the photo Kennedy and Tabitha secretly took she'd never seen them together. She looked ridiculous with him. His hand comes off her crotch and pulls the bikini aside. Nicole knows what's coming, she doesn't want to walk around with Donald Trump's fat orange face on her ass, but she doesn't fight it. It's what He wants.

She watches as he drools all over his fingers. He pushes against her asshole and one finger easily slides in. Her ass was used to it. Nicole watches her reflection moan in the mirror. She looks so slutty. It excites her. Knowing the woman who runs this booth is right on the other side of the tarp door. She pushes back against his finger. Eyes locked on her reflected eyes. And then she feels his finger pull out. It's replaced with the cool metal of the butt plug pushing into her hole. "Oh, Huck, mmphh, s-slow. It's big."

He holds the bulbous plug still as she spreads around it. "Ah-ah, babe, you don't say my name. Pet names only."

She scrunches up her face. It felt weird calling him names she'd reserve for a boyfriend or husband. "S-sorry, honey."

"It's okay. You'll get used to it," and as he says it her sphincter swallows up the plug with a flash of an ache. She feels the former President's plate pulled snugly against her cheeks. Huck tugs on her bikini bottom and it tightly hugs her labia. He gives her a swift slap on the ass. "Better than expected."

Nicole turns so she can see her ass in the mirror. The bikini bottom manages to tightly fit around the plate on the end of the plug. It looks weird and there's no hiding that Nicole has something either in her ass or on her ass cheeks, but no one would know it's a picture of Donald Trump. "oh God, it's so obvious that something's back there."

"Yep, haw!" Huck laughs loudly. "Now come on. It's almost time for your dance-off."

Nicole sighs and follows. Nicole was so distracted by what her butt looked like she didn't even notice what the front of the bikini looked like. Due to the plate stretching the material the front of the bikini was pulled so tight that her camel toe was clear to anyone who looked. Worse for her, anyone giving a close look would notice there was a dark, wet spot. As they walk, Huck continues to hold the back of her neck between his thumb and fingers. She feels like she's an object being marched through a market. Men leer. Some women roll their eyes or make disgusted faces. One woman, also in a bikini gives her a thumbs up. The dark spot grows.

Finally, they make it back to the stripper tent, when what's about to happen fully hits Nicole. She's going to strip. On a makeshift stage. At a weird QAnon, MAGA carnival. She's hit with a wave of anxiety. Her asshole clenches Donald Trump's butt plug tighter. She doubts she can go through with this. Almost as if he can read her mind, Huck tightens his grip. "You're going to be great," he reassures. She doesn't trust him, yet somehow the feeling of power on her neck and his words bring her some calm. She can do this. No one knows her here. And Huck will protect her, right?

She slows her walk. "You really think so, honey?"

He smiles and pushes her so she has to keep walking at his pace. "Oh yeah, babe, this is who you are."

Something about that statement makes Nicole's knees wobbly, but she keeps walking thanks to his support. He marches her right up to the podium.

The man looks at the watch on his wrist. "I was starting to doubt you'd make it on time. Cindy was looking forward to a default." He nods to a tall, blonde woman in a sexy American flag bikini standing by the stairs. She's fit and tan. Her eyes lock on Nicole and she clearly scoffs. Any confidence she was receiving from Huck faded. Nicole wasn't completely out of shape, but she knew dancing next to this woman she'd look pale and doughy.

"The rules are simple," the man says. "We have dials at each seat. Audience members turn them as you dance. To the left gives you more points and to the right gives Cindy more points. The girl with the most points gets the dough. In the rare event that one of the participants gets zero points, which has only happened a couple of times during the summer festival, that loser rides the Sybian."

Nicole's eyes go wide. For the first time, she sees the saddle-like device with a dildo on top in the corner of the stage. She was very aware of Sybians. It was on her toy wishlist, but she definitely didn't want her first experience to be in public. She clenched her cheeks on the butt plug and smiled. Huck seemed confident the plug would secure her a win, so she figured even if it wasn't a clear win there was no way she'd get zero points. For the first time in her life, she felt thankful for her least favorite President.

"Two songs," he continues. "You don't need to completely strip, but Cindy isn't shy and we've never had a girl win who wasn't more nekkid than the other. It's time. Get up on stage."

Huck slaps Nicole on the ass. The plug pumps forward and she squeals. He laughs, "don't disappoint me, baby. I want that money."