Elsie looked suspiciously at herself in the mirror. (There's no way in hell I'll win this, but I need the money so badly!) She nervously pulled down the hem of the plaid school girl skirt that was barely covering her round, perfect bum. In less than an hour, she would be walking onto the stage at the Sugar Shack's annual "Best Behind" contest. The Sugar Shack was one of her hometown's most notorious strip clubs, but it was also the richest. Every year they had a contest where they awarded $5000 to the girl with the curviest, firmest, hottest ass.
"Damn, girl!" Said a voice behind Elsie, who spun around to find herself face to face with her beautiful roommate Molly. "You look ridiculous. And by ridiculous, I mean hot as hell." She looked Elsie up and down appreciatively. It was Molly who had originally encouraged Elsie to enter the contest, when she discovered that Elsie was considering quitting school at the local community college because she couldn't afford another semester. "You've got it in the bag, sweetie" she purred, playfully swatting Elsie's firm ass cheek.
"Thanks, darlin', but I'll believe it when I see it!" Elsie responded, smirking at her friend. "Tell, me again, why aren't you competing in this stupid event?"
"Because my bum is flatter than a piece of paper!" laughed Molly. "I'm pretty sure it's starting to concave inward. But luckily," she said slyly, her hands creeping up to her perky breasts, "I have this puppies to help my case with the fellas."
Elsie laughed, turning back to the mirror to put the finishing touches on her make up before realizing she'd finished it five minutes ago. (I guess I am nervous!) She thought.
"Are you ready to go yet?" Molly asked her, glancing over at the digital alarm clock next to Elsie's bed. "Yeah, I guess there's nothing else I can do at this point.... I've either got it or I don't!" She bent over to grab her purse, taking a hair tie out of the front pocket to tie her long, thick red hair hair back out of her face with. "Hey, I know just the thing to push your look over the edge," said Molly, pulling a hair tie off her own slender wrist and walking over to Elsie. She gently pulled the girl's hair into two high pigtails. "There... nothing like a little faux innocence to really get the menfolk riled!" She said gleefully. Elsie looked into the mirror again, eyeing the swingy, girlish pigtails now surrounding her heart shaped face. The tips of the pigtails were resting right at nipple level. "I guess it can't hurt," she said.
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"I think I might be sick," said Elsie as Molly pulled up outside the Sugar Shack. "Aww, Sweetie, don't worry 'bout it!" Molly said, looking with concern at the young woman in the passenger seat. "You look so freaking gorgeous that I just know you've got this for sure. You just go in there and sway that ass like you do when you're feeling good, and no one will be able to resist you." She patted her friend's thigh lovingly. "I wish I could go in with you, but Tom called in sick last minute at work, so I have to go in. When you get nervous, just remember that 5 grand you'll have in your pocket at the end of the night!" She smiled encouragingly as Elsie hopped out of the car, her little kilt sliding dangerously high up her legs. "Good luck baby girl!" She called as Elsie slammed the car door shut and turned towards the club.
The Sugar Shack looked every bit like the seedy strip club you see when you go to the shady area of town. Thuggish looking guys were lining up to get into the venue, smoking cigarettes and waiting for the contest to start. Elsie walked past them and up to the bouncer, who eyed her leeringly but let her in without comment.
The inside of the club was packed with more creepy guys drinking and shouting over blaring pop music that seemed to be coming from a dingy stage. A small table was set up at the front entrance with a few skimpily dressed girls milling about, reading and signing forms. Elsie walked up to the table, where a small, overweight man sat. "Here for the contest?" he asked, handing her several papers and a pen. His eyes never made it higher up than her cleavage, which was bursting over top of her white button up shirt. She looked around, seeing to her dismay that the only available surface for her to write on was the table where this creepy man sat. She set the papers down on the table and bent over, painfully aware that her shirt, which was three sizes too small for her, was doing nothing to hide her 36DD breasts from this man's lustful stares.
She flipped as quickly as she could through the papers, neglecting to read through all of the contest terms and rules and instead going straight to the sheet that asked for her information and signature. She wrote down the required information, her hand shaking from nervousness and her cheeks burning in embarrassment. When she was done she silently pushed the papers back towards the man and turned to walk away, but not before catching a final leering stare.
Elsie walked shakily up to the bar and ordered double shot of whiskey to steel her nerves. The bartender waved her away when she tried to hand him the money. "Contestants get the first drink on the house," he yelled to her over the roar of the crowd. Elsie smiled in gratitude and sipped at the whiskey. It burnt it's way down her throat, making her immediately feel calmer and steadier. (I can do this!) she thought to herself. (It doesn't matter how many creeps stare at me tonight.... I'll be walking out of here 5 grand richer.)
"Is this thing on--Oh! Great! Hello, everyone, and welcome to the 3rd annual Best Behind contest at the Sugar Shack!" A trashy looking young woman was speaking into the mic on stage, looking out into the sea of horny men. "I'm Candy, your hostess for this evening. We have 10 beautiful girls here tonight, ready to fight it out for the top prize of $5000, and of course the honor of being able to call their booty the best!" The crowd whooped and whistled at this. "First up, let me introduce our knowledgeable judge, Neil Braun!" she gestured to a good looking blond man that sat on the edge of the stage, who waved at the crowd. "Neil is of course the esteemed owner of the venue we're all having such a blast in tonight!" The men whooped and clapped louder, obviously proud and jealous of the guy.
"Here's how the contest will work... Each girl will get 3 minutes to impress Neil and you guys with a dance up here on the stage. Then Neil will take a minute or two, or ten if thats what he wants--" the crowd laughed at this "--and examine the contestant's ass, and make a few comments for you boys down in the audience. Remember to cheer on the girls you like the best, your input is very helpful to the judging process! After all of the girls have had a chance to show off, Neil will take a few minutes to tally up the final scores and then announce the winner. Are you ready for the contest to begin?" The crowd shouted and cat called in appreciation. "First up.... Tawny Wilson!"