Assertively

"I'm just here to collect the Cum Queen trophy. I hear the only competition this year is fake tittied cunts." You say to her with way more confidence then you can usually muster. You narrow your glare and hope they take you more seriously than you feel inside.

You've made the decision to challenge them for the Cum Queen trophy, a rigorous decathlon of sexual acts, culminating in crowning of the cum queen. The massive golden chalice presented to the victor contains the collected donations of every man who has ejaculated over the course of the competition. A mouthwatering prize, but the contest is brutal.

The other four laugh wildly while Kristen chuckles at you without breaking her composure. She stops the cackling of the other girls with a single snap of her fingers.

"Oh, so the little bitch wants to play today. Okay..." She walks in closer to you and grabs the knot of your halter top as she gets in your face. "I drink more fucking cum before breakfast than you drink all day, little girl. You better run back home to daddy before you get hurt."

She shoves you back roughly by the sternum and lets go of your shirt as she finishes her sentence. You stumble back a bit, but return to a steady glare in time to see her snap again to order the bitch squad to follow her as she saunters away, swinging her hips.

"Good luck with the tit fuck portion!" she adds as she moves out of earshot. You sigh with relief as they get further away. Guess you're in for it now.

You look around for the Cum Queen contest entry booth and begin towards the sign at the opposite end of the field, heart racing. You wanted to have a nice calm time sucking dicks through a hole today, but something about Kristen's bad attitude makes you want to twist those big tits off her body.

"Signing up for the Cum Queen contest?" The man in the booth says as you approach, staring at your breasts and sneering slightly.

"Yes." You say curtly, trying not to take offense at his assessment of your chances.

"Allergies? Medications? Are you pregnant or nursing? Do you have a low threshold for pain? Have trouble holding your breath for a long time? Weak gag reflex? Are you doping with piss?" You shake your head no for each question as he checks boxes on a form. "Sign this."

He turns the clipboard around and you sign the entry form. No turning back now. He gives you your number and you move towards the main stage where the competition is taking place.