The EmCee

Adam saw the two Emcees. One was a a man in his fifties with black hair with gray over the temples. Adam recognized him as the former mayor, Chuck Martin. He wore a black tuxedo with red tie and cummberbund. The other was a tall, statuesque woman in her early forties. She was gorgeous with thick blonde hair held stiffly in place and a nice 36-26-36 body. She wore a dark green evening gown. Adam recognized her as a local TV anchorwoman, Fawn Van Hook who had been a beauty pageant queen in her college days. They were at the judges' table.

Adam took a seat off to the side and possessed the anchorwoman. He wanted to play with her body but had other plans. "Excuse me," he said, "I need to scratch my anus." He stifled a snicker at the looks he received. He went to walk towards the contestants, but was not used to walking in high heels, so he stumbled and wobbled off to where the contestants were gathered. They were back stage in a large area full of tables and mirrors. They were still in their bathing suits and primping and preening in the mirrors.

"Ladies!" said Adam loudly. "May I have your attention. I want you to be honest, so everyone close their eyes and keep them closed tightly. If I see anyone peeking, you will be disqualified ASAP. Now, raise your hand if you feel you are the sexiest girl here and deserve to win."

Six out of the twenty raised their hands. Adam made a mental note of the six who though they deserved to win. "OK, put your hands down."

"Ms Van Hook," said a mousy looking girl with a headset on "You're needed on stage in two minutes."

"Thanks, and if you're lucky, I'll tongue out your rectum after the show," Adam said with a wink.

"Um, OK," said the girl who was blushing. She turned and headed off.