The show must go on.

Emma now stood at the top of the stairs leading to the raised stage of the pro surf competition's bikini contest. She watched as one of the women she had picked as her and Robyn's closest competition did a cartwheel as she exited the stage front. The Hawaiian girl's petite frame shone dark against her wet-look white bikini, her blue-black hair reaching past her tight little gymnast's ass after it came to rest from her cartwheel. She smiled brightly and waved as she took her place in line at the far side of the stage.

A local radio deejay in a loud Hawaiian shirt took center stage once again and resumed the proceedings. "And that was contestant number five, Kimmi, who's visiting from Hawaii." Large rounds of applause and catcalls erupted from the beer-swilling audience. The paunchy middle-aged man glanced down at his notes as a loop of "it's getting hot in here" is replayed for the sixth time. "Contestant number six is a local girl Emma, from Western Australia."

The model-pretty brunette strolled onto the stage, pleasantly surprised at the size of the event's crowd from her new vantagepoint. It was a sea of faces from the breakers at the waterfront to as far as she could see before her. As whoops and hollers greeted her, she smiled sexily as she stopped center stage in her long tee shirt and black platform heels. As the music blaring over the speakers reached "let's take off all our clothes", Emma made a show of ripping the shirt down the middle and pulling it off her shoulders and tossing it to the deejay.

The crowd roared resoundingly for the woman presented before them. Emma played with the wetsuit-like crop-top's zipper-tab as she pranced back and forth. The V of her bikini bottom dove dangerously low in front, the middle seam a faux zipper. The fluorescent yellow and black scraps of fabric were like warning signs of the dangerous curves that flexed and moved beneath them.

After long seconds of facing the crowd as the deejay continued his spiel, Emma suddenly turned her back on the crowd and looked over her shoulder.

She smiled as the crowd went into even more of a frenzy at the sight of her delightfully full bare buns shaking at them from what there was of her thong bottom. The tall platform heels helped to elevate her generous curves just that much more. As she turned to exit while the deejay gave her sendoff, she unzipped her top and held it in place, giving the crowd a great view of the deep cleavage between her large titties. Unlike one of the previous contestants, she had read the rules, and knew they considered this a 'family event' and would disqualify anyone flashing nipples or privates.

Robyn watched as contestants seven and eight eventually followed onstage after Emma. She was beginning to get butterflies in her flat little stomach as she strode up the stairs.

Robyn scanned the stage as the seasoned stripper in the silver slingshot monokini moved lethargically through her bump and grind routine. Large vinyl banners for Toohey's and other lesser sponsors wallpapered the stage backdrop. Strings of pennants for the brewer snapped in the trade winds above her before they ended at the sound tent a few yards away, in front of the stage. And then her sky-blue eyes dropped down to the crowd. She had never seen so many people in one place. And all their eyes would be upon her soon. She felt her heart flutter in her chest. And a funny tingling between her legs. What had Natalie and Emma started?

The deejay continued. "And that brings us to contestant number nine, another West Australian, Robyn with a Y!"

Robyn started at the sound of her name. She got her wits about her before she stepped up onto the planking and followed what Natalie had planned with her.

The pretty blonde's hair fluttered prettily around her Scandinavian features as the sea breeze hit her, seeming to intoxicate the surfer girl. Emma had helped fluff out her hair, like a little lioness, except for a few neat braids near the front.

Robyn walked cat-like, on the balls of her feet, giving the girl a little extra bounce as she hit center stage. The crowd was already roaring their approval of the lithe blonde, even before she peeled the tight, short tee over her head. Enjoying the rush of the crowd approval, Robyn smiled brightly, making eye contact with the hearty lads that had endured the pushing of those behind them for a ringside position.

Robyn giggled as the front row gang went nuts, banging their fists on the wooden barrier before them. After prancing about sans tee shirt, Robyn returned to center stage and gazed into the front row's eyes as she shimmied out of her high-cut, but low-riding boy-cut shorts like a snake out of it's skin. The crowd went nuts as even more of her well-honed anatomy was revealed in a very low-riding bikini. Then she did a 180-degree spin and dropped in a split.

The throng of humanity went even wilder as her bikini was revealed to be a thong, her tight cheeks now compressed into firm balls as each leg went in the other direction. Her back to the crowd, she almost wished another finger, or something larger, would find its' way inside her suit bottom again.

As another recorded loop of Nelly softened, Robyn pushed herself up in a handstand with her legs split. Quickly maneuvering her hands, she turned herself around to face the crowd and sat back down in a split and blew her front row fans kisses. Then she quickly skipped over to join the other contestants in line as the deejay called contestant ten out.

The next three contestants finished, and the judges tabulated the scores. Emma and Robyn stood, separated by number, giving each other thumbs up indications.

The deejay took center stage as the girls were moved just behind him.

"Let me remind you that everyone leaves here a winner," states the deejay as he kills time waiting for the tabulation sheets. "Besides the cash prizes of one thousand dollars for first, five hundred dollars for second, and one hundred dollars for third from the fine people at Toohey's, all the other contestants get gift certificates from 'Splish-Splash' swimwear." A young girl runs over from the judging station with the results. He opens the envelope, looking kind of surprised at the contents.

"And the winner is..."