To the fashion show

Heather and Alyssa made their way out of the shopping district and over to the main island. Alyssa noticed that there was a stage set up in one of the parks, that had lights set up. It was clearly their destination.

"So how does this all work?" Alyssa asked.

"Oh, I'm sure you get the hang of it. You get points based on your pose, outfit, and general demeanour."

"Won't I fall off the stage though?" The two of them were nearing the stadium, and Alyssa could see a lit runway stage leading into the grassed audience area.

"Hopefully not. All the models get a modified vibrator that increases in intensity the closer the model gets to the edge of the stage. It's really rather handy. I will also be feeding you instructions, seeing as I am your handler."

Heather led Alyssa backstage, through a gate. What appeared to be a security guard was standing there. Heather flashed him a pass, and they were able to head on through.

Backstage was nothing more than the back of the park that the stage was erected in, edged with a tall fence and covered with a gazebo. Set around the area were a few more pairs of women models and their trainers, which was about a 50/50 split between men and women.

One particularly tall woman wearing a loose straitjacket came up to Heather and Alyssa, and stood in their way. The arms had not yet been fed into the straps, so she could wave them about freely, although her hands were stuck in the dead-end sleeves.

"And who might this be? Someone new?"

Heather took hold of the reply. "Yes. This is Alyssa. She just arrived on the resort today. Is that a problem Millie?"

Millie walked over to Alyssa, and ran her trapped hands up and down Alyssa. "Hmm. I doubt she'll be forcing me to take any losses with that figure. It'll take a lot to make her presentable."

Alyssa instantly did not like this woman, and couldn't resist a passing jab. "Well now I'm happy I'll be blindfolded. So I won't have to see your ugly face."

Heather was frantically signalling Alyssa to cut it out, but Alyssa stood her ground. Millie stared back with a foul expression.

Then she laughed. "Ah. You're a funny one. But you'll need a lot more than wit to make it in this competition." Millie turned on her heels and marched back to her handler, who then helped her finish dressing.

Heather led Alyssa to an empty setup spot. "Is it always this competitive?" Alyssa asked.

"Oh, every time we hold it." Heather replied, grabbing a clipboard and checking things off on it with a pen. "Millie always turns up around that time. She thinks we have some obligation to always let her win. Granted, she is good at this, but her attitude could be better."

"How can anyone be good or bad at this?" Alyssa asked, as she picked up the straitjacket. "Isn't it just walking down an aisle in bondage? How hard can that be?"

"Well that's what we need to teach you. It isn't just about walking. It's about the confidence. Pretending that you dominate the stage, and everyone in the audience, even though you're bound. Get it?"

"So it's like a domme situation?"

"I guess you could put it like that, yeah." Heather handed Alyssa a long purple vibrator. "Put that in."

Alyssa theorised that this was the vibrator that was going to assist her in navigation. She pulled aside her bikini bottom enough so that she was able to slip the vibrator in.

"Uh-uh. You're going to have to take those off unfortunately."

"What? Why?" While Alyssa could be convinced to go topless, she had more of a problem with being completely nude.

"Well the cut of the straitjacket is higher than the cut of your swimsuit. So you'll have to take off the latter. Otherwise you'll get points deducted."

"What if the swimsuit is part of the costume?"

"That's not how it works. Wearing it interferes with the style of another piece."

"Oh, I see. Well I guess I better put the straitjacket on now then. How long until the show?"

Heather checked her clipboard, and then the clock that was set up backstage. "About thirty minutes. You think you wear it for that long?"

Alyssa initially wanted to say no, but then realised that saying that would only make her look weaker in the eyes of the other contestants. "It'll be good to get used to it, I guess."

"Perfect!" Heather put the clipboard down on the table, and got to work.