Story Title: Wet T-Shirt Contest
Author: The Hammer
My husband and I decided to go to one of those "All Inclusive" resorts for our 5th year wedding anniversary, and decided on Los Cabos, Mexico. The resort is absolutely beautiful and each year they hold the Ms. Desire Contest, a beauty pageant of sorts, so we thought it would be fun. When we arrived, it was even more beautiful than I thought. The service was extraordinary and the food was out of this world. The only thing we wanted to do was eat, drink, lay in the sun and make love. And that's exactly what we did. For an entire week, we did nothing but relax. During the day, I struted around the resort wearing one of my many micro bikini's. At night, I simply wore a wrap skirt around my thong bikini and just kept whatever bikini top I had on for the evening. On Friday evening, the resort was holding a Wet T-Shirt contest. I was not only asked to enter the contest by my husband, who was sure I would win, but was asked by many on the employees and guests as well. So enter I did.
The contest started at 10:00 pm so everybody at the resort was pretty liquored up. About 15 minutes before it was to start, I went backstage with all the other contestants. Every woman who entered was beautiful, even exotic. But I thought I had the nicest body and was sure I would win, even though, at age 36, I appeared to be the oldest contestant. We were all given a V-Thong bikini to wear and a sheer white, tight fitting tank top. Everyone was jovial as we dressed backstage. When the contest started, we were all introduced individually. I came onstage to a thunderous ovation that seemed to take the younger girls by surprise. And why not. At 5'7" and 127 lbs with a 38"-23"-35" body, I deserved the loudest ovation.
The contest started with each of us dancing. We strutted our stuff for 5 minutes while a light mist rained down on us from a sprinkler head above the stage. Pedro, the night manager and organizer of the event, walked behind us and held his hand over our heads. The girls that got the loudest applause continued to dance, while the girls with the lesser applause were asked to sit down. After 10 minutes of continuous dancing, the contest was between me and another girl, who was beautiful in her own right, just not as well endowed as I was. The crowd was really into it as our dancing became sexier. Finally, I ripped the front of my T-Shirt open, exposing the nipple ring I wore on my left nipple. The crowd went crazy. When the other girl saw me rip my shirt open, she ripped her's off and threw it to the crowd. I just laughed as the applause got louder. Finally, with both of us topless on stage, the music stopped. I immediately went to the other girl, congratulated her and hugged her. The crowd loved it as our nipples pressed against each other. Pedro separated us, then raised my hand in victory. I didn't know it, but I had just won $1,000.00.
When we got backstage to change, the other girl was quite angry. She wanted the $1,000 and said she got robbed. Pushing and shoving quickly ensued. I tried to laugh the whole thing off, but as Pedro tried to step between us, the other girl punched me in the face and called me a slut. I stumbled backwards, holding my face. She continued to come at me, and threw another punch that missed. My husband got backstage just as things were starting to get out of control, and got me out of there. That night, we made love on the beach, before returning to our room.
The next morning, my husband had business to attend to prior to us leaving Mexico. He said he was going into town and would be back in time for lunch. We agreed to meet pool side around 1:30. While I was getting dressed, there was a knock on the door. One of the maids handed me a note which said, in part, "I know your husband went into town. If I wanted to finish our business from last night, I should meet the young Mexican girl on the roof in 15 minutes. If I didn't meet her, she would tell everyone that I'm a high priced prostitute.
My Italian temper flared. Who the fuck did she think she was. I was already dressed to go pool side, wearing my black micro bikini. I slipped a mini skirt on, grabbed my strappy sandals and headed to the roof. The Hotel we were at was 28 stories high. I took the elevator to the 28th floor, then used to stairs to get to the roof. When I opened the door, the young mexican girl was waiting for me. She was dressed in shorts and sneakers, wearing the white shirt the club gave us last night for the wet t-shirt contest. "You think you're better than me, slut?" "Look, this is ridiculous. I'm here on vacation with my husband. We're leaving tomorrow. So what, I won the stupid contest, you're still a very pretty girl." "You slut, you think your tits are nicer than mine." "OK, if that's what you want to hear, my Tits are not only nicer than yours, than much nicer."
3 other girls came up behind me. It was a total setup. 2 of the girls grabbed me by the arms, and held them back as the young girl approached me. She pounded me with 3 hard punches to the belly. "You think you're so sexy with that dangling belly ring, and your toe rings." She punched me again in the belly, then slapped me across the face. "Go ahead, slut. Scream all you want. Nobody can hear you up here." The 3rd girl grabbed me by the hair while the young girl again slapped me across the face. "You think your tits are better than mine. We'll see." They dragged me towards the edge of the roof where she ripped my skimpy top off and threw it over the top of the chain link fence that surrounded the roof. Now, completely defenseless and topless, the young girl ripped into me, punching me repeatedly in the belly. I had absorbed at least 15 blows to the belly and was sweating profusely. It must have been 110 degrees on that roof, and the heat on the roof was burning into my feet. "Tie her arms to the fence." the young girl ordered. The other girls immediately did as they were told, securing my arms above my head in a v shape. "OK, its your turn, girls. Each of the girls then took dead aim at my belly, pounding me repeatedly with everything they had. The punches were too many to count, but I know I absorbed well over 50 punches before the young girl told them to stop.
My belly was a bright red and I was covered in sweat. "OK, now its my turn." The young girl said, "You think your tits are better than mine. We'll see when I'm done with you." She grabbed both of my tits with her full hands and painfully dug her long, sharp finger nails into them. I screamed in agony. "Go ahead, slut, keep screaming. I told you, no one can hear you up here." She raked her long nails over both tits for a full 10 minutes, only releasing her death grip to either slap me across the face or punch me in the belly. When she took a quick breather, I looked down at my tits, which were covered with deep red welts and cuts all over. The sweat pouring down my face was beginning to burn my eyes. She grabbed me by the hair. "Go ahead slut, look at them. Are they better than my tits, now." She punched me 5 more times in the belly before telling the other girls, "lets get out of here." Before she left, she took my sandals off and threw them over the roof top as well. Then, grabbing my nipple ring with her right hand, she pulled the ring off and threw that off the roof. My nipple immediately began bleeding as the girls left me tied against the fence on the roof.
While I was glad the beating was over, I couldn't imagine how I would be rescued. My husband would be looking for me poolside. The sun was beating down on me and my belly felt like it was on fire. The blood from my nipple was steaking down the front of my body and just as I started to pass out, the roof door opened. My husband ran from the door to my side. He had found my bikini top and sandals on the ground and when he didn't see me at the pool or in my room, figured I must have been on the roof.
He carried me down to our room and nursed me back to health for the rest of the day. What started out as a great vacation, turned into a complete nightmare.