Flirting with Temptation - By Kelley St. John Page 0,79

sunlight and shimmered as she moved toward the center of the stage and stopped in front of the judges. Every other contestant had smiled, winked, blown kisses or shimmied to gain their attention.

Babette didn’t. In fact, she looked at them as though she didn’t want anything to do with them, as though they weren’t worthy of her smile, or of her touch. It was a brooding, sultry look that was only heightened when she put one hand to the strap at her shoulder, fiddled with it as though she were attempting to flash a breast, then shook her head, turned, and stalked off stage.

Jeff’s cock twitched. He wanted her. Now. And from the screams and caveman grunts of every male in the audience, so did every other guy.

Surfer guy reappeared on the stage, and he released a low whistle into the microphone toward Babette. “Have mercy, have we got a competition or what?” he asked. “Now tell me if you like what you see!”

The crowd went ballistic, and more people from the beach ran toward the commotion to get in on the fun. Jeff turned, saw that he couldn’t even see where the crowd ended anymore, since the back rows were now composed of people sitting on other’s shoulders to catch the show.

To catch Babette’s show.

Surfer guy announced that the contestants would cross once more, this time to music, and then the judges would make their decision. He also encouraged the girls to “Work it, and work it good!”

Jeff watched as contestant after contestant danced her way across the stage, with three of them displaying their boobs as a part of their act. But he already suspected that the judges had seen the same thing he had in round one. There was Miss Texas and there was Red. No one else even hit the radar, whether they displayed their breasts or not. So Jeff waited, and then held his breath when number 30 was called.

The brunette’s song was, predictably, “God Bless Texas.” Evidently, she’d taken note of the response Babette got on the first pass, because she didn’t flirt with the judges; she tempted them. She pranced toward them, leaned over as though preparing to offer them their own peek show into her top, and then turned, slinging silky brown hair behind her as she danced. She waited for the song to hit those last three beats, to which she pumped her hips from side to side and then let the crowd sing the last three words.

Boom, boom, boom . . . God Bless Texas!

This was it. Miss Texas had given it her best shot, and it was a pretty good one, but Jeff had no doubt it wasn’t good enough. He watched Babette exit the line, go over to the surfer dude and ask him a question. He smiled broadly, nodded, and then started swapping the CDs in the lineup. Then she moved back to the line and turned her head away from the crowd while the next three contestants did their dances.

Jeff didn’t watch any of them; his attention was on Babette, her body slightly swaying as she apparently got ready for her turn. He couldn’t wait to see what song she’d selected, and how she planned to work the crowd this time.

Finally, surfer dude announced number 34, and “Cyclone” by Baby Bash boomed from the speakers on the stage. Jeff, of course, had seen the sizzling strip club video that went along with the song.

Evidently, so had Babette.

In striptease fashion, she moved seductively across the stage, stopped in the center, and proceeded to dance to the steamy lyrics. But this was no ordinary dance. She paid no attention to the crowd, obvious by her closed eyes and the way her body moved, swaying similarly to those lap dancers in the video, as though she weren’t moving, but flowing. Her hands moved up her side, skimmed over her breasts and then continued along her jaw, her mouth slightly open as she tunneled her fingers through her hair and lifted the heavy mass from her tiny frame.

Her hips undulated in complete harmony to the melody, which steadily built and escalated in the same rhythm as sex. Or that’s the way it seemed to Jeff. And to every other guy panting in the audience. Jeff had no doubt that they were all wishing they could “do it all night long” with Babette, just like the lyrics stated. But when the song ended, she exited the stage, and they were all