Chapter 2: Getting ready for the show
Mariana glanced around, her cheeks flushing as she realized that several men were openly staring at her, their eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her breasts, her hips, her pussy. She felt a mix of embarrassment and empowerment, a heady combination that sent a surge of arousal.
She looked at a man sitting nearby, his cock already hard, resting heavily on his thigh. He caught her gaze and smirked, his hand wrapping around his shaft, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. Mariana was astonished of such a explicit behavior by that man.
She quickly diverted her gaze, but could still feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel the dampness between her legs. She knew that man was looking at her bare ass while she was walking to the pool lounger.
Mariana and Clarice found a secluded spot by the pool. "Relax, Mari." As if on cue, a shadow fell over them. Mariana looked up to see a man standing nearby, his body lean and toned, his cock already half-hard.
He was older, perhaps in his late forties, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a pair of piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through her. He was the owner of the resort, Michael, as she would later find out.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Before she could answer, he had already settled himself on the lounger next to hers, his body turned towards her, his knee brushing against her thigh. "I am Michael, the manager of the resort. I heard you are going to participate in the pageant. You'd better come with me and prepare."
His gaze raked over her body, lingering on her breasts, her pussy, before meeting her eyes again. "I can help you with that."
Mariana swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "What do you say, Mari?" Clarice pressed. "It's not every day you get an offer like this. Having the manager favour would help us to win the contest ... go and see what Michael has in mind."
"Alright," she whispered. Clarice was asking her to go with that naked man, and so she had to go.
A slow, predatory smile spread across Michael's face. He stood up, his cock bobbing heavily in front of him, and held out his hand to Mariana. "Come with me," he said, his voice a low growl. Mariana took his hand, her heart pounding in her chest as she rose from the lounger. Clarice watched them go, a wicked grin on her face.
Michael and Mariana went to a private room. "I will explain to you how to walk and the poses you have to make during the parade". Michael said to Mariana.
"Let's start with the upright pose. Imagine you are standing in front of the crowd."
Michael instructed, his eyes never leaving Mariana's body. "Show me how you would stand." Mariana placed her feet shoulder-width apart, her back straight, her chin up. Michael nodded, "that's it, Mariana." He stepped closer, his hands landing on her hips, his thumbs brushing against her pubic bone. "Spread your legs wider, sweetheart. Let them see what you've got." Mariana's breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the contact. She did as she was told, her legs widening, her pussy now fully exposed to Michael's hungry gaze.
He hummed in approval, his hands sliding up her hips, over her ribs, until they cupped her small, firm breasts. His thumbs brushed against her nipples, making them harden into tight peaks.
"Now, turn around," he instructed, his voice a low growl. Mariana slowly turned, her ass now facing Michael. She could feel his gaze on her.
"Bend over," he commanded, his voice harsh. Mariana hesitated. She was standing in front of Michael, her body on full display. "Come on, Mari," he growled, his voice laced with impatience. "Don't make me repeat myself."
Mariana took a deep breath. She bent over, her hands gripping the edge of the table, her ass sticking out.
She could feel Michael's gaze on her, hot and intense, as he took in every curve and dip of her body. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her arousal coating her inner thighs.
"Spread your legs wider," Michael commanded, his voice a low growl. Mariana complied, her legs widening, her pussy now fully exposed to Michael's hungry gaze. She could feel the cool air against her wet folds, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.
"Good girl," Michael praised, his hands sliding down her back, over her ass, until they reached her thighs. He gripped her thighs, his thumbs brushing against her pussy lips, making her gasp. "These are the poses to make in front of the jury. Will you remember them?" Michael asked, his voice low and husky.
"I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen such a beautiful ass," he murmured, his hands still gripping her thighs.
"Turn around," he said softly.
Mariana did as she was told, facing Michael again.
"Bring your hands up," he instructed.
Mariana raised her hands, her arms trembling slightly. Michael reached out, his fingers wrapping around her wrists, and pulled her arms up higher, until her hands were level with her shoulders, her breasts thrust out.
"Fuck, you're a natural," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her body. "Your tits are small, but that won't matter much in the scoring." Michael's gaze lingered on Mariana's breasts, a smirk playing on his lips. "They're perky, and that's what counts. Plus, your nipples are a nice shade of pink. They'll look great on stage."
Mariana blushed, her hands instinctively moving to cover her breasts, but Michael's grip on her wrists tightened, keeping her arms raised.
"Don't be shy, sweetheart. You're here to show off what you've got. And trust me, you've got a lot to show." His eyes traveled down her body, pausing at her hips. "Your hips are just right. They give you that hourglass figure that men love."
Mariana felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment at his words. She didn’t know how to react as his gaze lingered on her body like a physical touch.
"OK, Mariana. It is time for the contest. We will keep our conversation later."