MarkT, who had by now totally lost his sense of humor for all these shenanigans, grabbed the microphone. "This concludes the press conference! Please join us tomorrow afternoon by the pool! There will be a modeling session with the TW Girl and Subgirlie, open to the public! Thank you for your attention!" SCREECH!
Many in the audience were not pleased. Some began to boo, loudly. A few threw plastic glasses half-full of drinks, which missed everyone.
The TW Girl and Subgirlie are guided back to their suites. Shaken, they both refuse to leave then again until the next day. . . .
THE NEXT DAY -- AFTERNOON -- BY THE CENTER POOL . . .
"Here are the two lovely ladies you've been waiting for, guys: The TW Girl and SUUUUUUUBGirlie!!!" The crowd erupted with hoots and applause. Hotel security had been beefed upsince yesterday. The crowd, in general, was better behaved. And no one had been allowed to bring in alcohol from the outside. Forced to pay the Hotel's outrageous prices for drinks, most of the incoherent spectators from yesterday had stayed away. But F-Cup Fitzgerald was there, also Zorlond, Dabbler, JigSaw, The Operator, Tuxedo Hentai, TriCity Bendix, weasel, Burke Rakers, and denver47. Most of the spectators were male, of course, and many had brought cameras.
The TW Girl leaned over to whisper in Subgirlie's ear: "Weren't you supposed to wear the clothes the gave you?" The TW Girl was asking because she had obediently worn the pink body stocking provided for her by the management for the occasion. Stretched almost to the breaking point, the top of the body stocking was so shear that the spectators could easily make out the outline of The TW Girl's massive brown areolae and the position of her nipples.
"I decided to wear my own clothes. I feel more comfortable this way," whispered Subgirlie. Her clothes were far less glamorous: a pair of form-fitting jeans and a white t-shirt. Neither woman wore a bra; indeed, the crowd probably would've mutinied if they had.
The women's breasts swayed and shook inside their tops enticingly. Flashes from the cameras went off. Because of The TW Girl's more provocative attire, she got most of the attention. She assumed a few moderately sexy poses as the crowd roared with approval. Today there were no outrageous cries of "SHOW US YOUR TITS!"--although the crowd was obviously loving it. The TW Girl really seemed to be getting into it, mashing her giant breasts together, arching her back, running her hands down her neck, down her sides. Subgirlie even looked a bit jealous. . . .
"Just because she looks a LITTLE like Jennifer Aniston, they're all going crazy," she thought. "What about me?" This continued for several minutes, with The TW Girl getting the lion's share of the attention and the pictures. The last straw was when one camera-wielding chest-nut actually STEPPED in FRONT of Subgirlie to get a better view of The TW Girl. For Subgirlie, who had managed to conquer a lot of personal demons to get this comfortable with her body, this was too much. . . .
"Hey guys!" she called. She started to shimmy. She started to shake. Subgirlie got close to a table and clanged her breasts together about 18 inches from one lucky guy's face. She arched her back attractively, THRUSTING out her mammoth breasts. The more observant in the front ranks could see her nipples poking up inside the sheer shirt. Subgirlie started running her hands through her hair, down her neck, down her sides, across her abdomen, down her hips. . . . You had to give them both credit: for two women who weren't professional models, they were certainly getting a RISE out of most men in the crowd. . . .
Suddenly Subgirlie kicked off her flip-flops and, one hand on the deck, EEASED herself quickly into the bubbling hot-tub at the edge of the main pool. The crowd gave a collective gasp as she came up again, her t-shirt soaked, transparent. Subgirlie grinned mischievously, letting all eyes take her in. Her areolae were deep brown, almost the size of a CD, with nipples that were big enough, and stiff enough now, in that warm bath, to spin a CD on. She grinned, leaning out of the hot tub, mashing her boobs together with her forearms, then lying back, squeezing her breasts together into two giant, lovely mounds. . . .
Needless to say, this tended to get the attention away from TW's Girl somewhat. As Subgirlie climbed from the hot tub, as elegantly as possible, TW's Girl was reclining in a chaise longue. One hand roamed sensuously through her brown hair as she closed her eyes. The other cupped a breast and began a slow massage. She found the nipple and put the tips of two fingers on either side of the tip to accentuate it. Her other hand now migrated slowly down her torso--until it was between her legs. She didn't exactly begin rubbing herself n front of everybody, but the suggestion was obvious, as The TW Girl let her hand rest over the gusset of her skin-tight outfit. . . . With all eyes on her, Subgirlie was again momentarily forgotten. . . .
"You'd do anything for them, wouldn't you, Fitz?" Dabbler said quietly to F-Cup Fitzgerald, never letting his eyes off the women.
"I'd like to . . . to meet them," Fitzgerald said, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
"You'd like to do more than meet them, I bet," Dabbler said.
"Uh-huh," Fitzgerald said, breathing heavily and nodding.
Now the TW Girl's eyes were closed, her back arched, seemingly lost to the world as the crowd stared. . . .
"Oh, GUYS . . ." Subgirlie's voice again, over in the opposite direction. About fifty heads swiveled. Subgirlie was back to the audience, her hands gripping the neckline of her shirt. Slowly, very slowly, with a wet, ripping sound, Subgirlie TORE her t-shirt half open and turned to face the gasping crowd. Working her hands down lower, lower down the rip, finally the front of the shirt was torn all the way open, and SLOWLY the two halves of the ruined shirt parted to reveal Subgirlie's naked, wet breasts, her nipples erect.
On the other side of the room The TW Girl seemed to come out of her trance. Seemingly dazed, she stood, blushing, and half-walked, half-ran from the pool area, back to her room. What could've come over her? she thought. . . .
But back to Subgirlie, who was having an ecstatic time now, head head back, her eyes closed, either in ecstasy or a very good imitation of it, cupping her breasts in her hands, letting her big, white boobs fall gently through her fingers again and again. She made her way closer and closer to the microphone as she did this. Finally letting go of her breasts, she spoke into the microphone:
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"Hey, no ADS!" said a boob-stunned MarkT, trying to recover his senses out of his tented pants. But Subgirlie had already fled the stage, laughing and clutching a towel to her chest, running back through the lobby to the elevators, leaving the men in the audience TOTALLY SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED and with a huge collective case of blueballs. . . .
Sat Jun 30 12:01:59 2001