“All right, South Padre, you know how it goes. The loudest wins. Let’s hear it for Brooke!” The DJ said.
The crowd cheered loudly as Brooke teased them a little bit more, shaking her buttocks and pushing her breasts together. She was wearing a small bikini which showed all her curves gloriously. She felt good about her performance. She chose a different song than what she would have done, but she did that with someone else in mind. She looked to the crowd and she spotted Mark smiling at her, alongside the four men she served at the bar she worked at. She was amused. She knew all of them were crazy for her after that.
“That settles it, your winner of this year’s Twerk Contest is none other than…”
Brooke closed her eyes, almost praying for a half-second.
24 hours earlier…
“Name?” An older lady said to Brooke without looking up.
“Brooke Ashford.”
“Let’s see… oh. Interesting. We don’t get many ladies like you,” she said, looking at her from head to toe. “Might I ask who this fine gentleman is? Boyfriend?”
Brooke shot her a look of death. Mark calmed her down quickly.
“Relax. Don’t throw all this shit away. We drove all the way down here. Don’t. Don’t,” Mark said softly.
“Yes, dear,” she said to Mark, rubbing his chest. “In fact, it is,” she said to the older lady. All of a sudden, she planted a kiss on Mark, softly biting his lip as she let go.
“Okay. The contest is tomorrow afternoon. Don’t be late.”
The two walked into a secluded hallway, waiting for their elevator.
“Sorry about that, I just…” Brooke got interrupted by Mark returning the favor and kissing her almost passionately. Mark’s breathing quickened as his hands drifted downwards. The kiss stopped. They looked at each other.
“Sorry,” Mark said with a sheepish grin. Brooke blushed. “But I got a surprise for you tomorrow!”
“What is it?”
“Now, you got to wait. You know what song you’re dancing to?” Mark asked.
“‘Pony’ of course.”
“Now as your advocate for this trip, I don’t know about this choice. I think we should go different. Not too different, but different,” Mark said, pondering.
“Fuck it, I am different. So, let’s go different,” Brooke said with a determined look in her eye.
That night…
Brooke and Mark were going through songs on her phone unsuccessfully while the TV was on. One earbud was in Mark’s ear. The other was in Brooke’s. The two listened to her vast library of music while eating pizza.
“You found anything?” Brooke said, groggily.
“Nope.”
“Why won’t you let me dance to my first choice?”
“Simple. It might be taken when it’s time for you to dance. You’re unique. Stand out,” Mark said.
“Oh, I am. I will. Find a song for me while I shower.”
“Yes, dear…” Mark said semi-sarcastically. Brooke kissed him on the forehead. Mark wondered what was that for. As he put in her earbuds, another song was playing. A smile formed on Mark’s face.
“Oh, she’s going to love this. Yo, Brooke!”
“Yeah? Make it quick, the shower’s running.”
Brooke came out of the bathroom, nude.
“Uhhh…” Mark said, pointing at her body.
“Come on, you’ve seen me like this.”
“You’re right. I found your song. It’s perfect for you… Miss New Booty,” Mark said, checking out her butt.
“Bubba Sparxxx? Awfully old, ain’t it?”
Mark’s erection grew as he talked to her.
“Not older than that first choice you had. He had a message: Believe in your booty. Trust in your booty. Have confidence in your booty. Sound familiar?”
“Yeah. You’re obsessed with it,” She said laughing. She looked down at his obvious bulge. “Shit, you are obsessed with my ass. Sorry. You know… you might be on to something with this ‘Miss New Booty’ stuff. But you know, I can help you with that little situation there.”
Mark looked down to discover Brooke’s hand drifting down to his bulge. She started to feel up on him.
“You want this ass? Come in the shower with me…” She whispered to him softly.
Not that much later…
Mark was nude. His penis was semi-hard until he heard his name in the shower.
“Oh, Mark… Come on in, honey, the water’s fine.”
He looked down again at his ever-growing erection and stepped in and took a look at her beautiful, wet body. Mark stepped closer to her.
“Come here,” Brooke said, kissing him. The kiss got deeper and deeper. Their breaths got faster. Mark began to kiss her neck. Silent moans rang out in Mark’s ear like fuel. Brooke reached down, jerking off Mark.
“Oh, you’re so big. I want you inside me.”
Mark’s kisses soon made their way downward to her buxom breasts, suckling her cute small nipples in turn, making her moan.
“Ugh. Ugh. Oh, fuck. Fuck me.”
Mark began to finger and fondle her wet treasure.
“Oh, let me see you. Oh. Suck my finger,” Mark said with a slightly animalistic tone. “Come suck this dick…”
Brooke smiled as she sucked his finger seductively then dropped it low, and started to suck. Mark’s eyes started to roll back as a slight saliva trail got on his rock-hard erection. Mark was ready to climax any second. Her tongue dancing all over his manhood felt heavenly to him. She slowly and seductively sucked his head with care and love. When she stopped, she licked her cute pouty lips. Mark wiped off a droplet of her saliva with care. They locked eyes. Brooke then turned around and faced the shower wall, parading her curvaceous buttocks for Mark.
“Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me hard.”
Mark finally penetrated her from behind with her moans fueling him.
“Ugh! Fuck! Fuck, yes! You want this ass?”
Mark defiantly smacked her ample cheeks as an answer as he was fucking her with many emotions on the mind.
“I want that ass,” He said, in her ear, as he got deeper inside her sweet treasure. Her moans got louder and louder. His hands were on her navel. Mark wanted Brooke. He wanted her bad. Now, he’s got her. Their relationship was complicated. Friends? Yes. Were they more than that? They didn’t know. But for now, they reached that sexual high together.
“Ugh, ugh, yes, yes, yes! I’m coming, I’m coming!”
“Ughhhhh…” Mark said, releasing himself inside of her.
They embraced while coming down from their sexual peak.
“You liked it?” Brooke asked.
“Hell yes. Now, since I’m in here, I had a question,” Mark said, while lathering.
“What?”
“Say you win this. What’s next for Brooke Ashford?” Mark said, looking at her in the eyes.
“I am a dancer. That bar job we have together is a job to me. Dancing is my passion. This woke me up.”
“I got your back, Miss New Booty. Always,” Mark said, slapping her butt playfully.
“Hey!” Brooke said, chasing after him.
The morning of the contest…
“Hey, wake up, Brooke! Wake up,” Mark said.
“Ugh, what, Mark? It’s 6:30 am. You want a quickie already?”
“No. Not right now, we got shit to do. Remember that surprise I said yesterday?” Mark replied.
“Yeah…”
“They’re here,” Mark said.
“They? Oh, do not tell me… not when I’m like this.”
“Yup. Come on in, guys!”
The four men that she served from that night came in smiling.
“Look, we’re just here to support our favorite,” Jalen said.
“Yeah,” Christian replied.
“Yeah,” Dante said.
Brooke smiled cutely at them.
“Aw, thanks, sweeties. I’ll win for you. And you can call me Miss New Booty now,” Brooke said in her flirtatious tone as always.
“Ooh, sexy,” Kevin said.
“But don’t call me that at work, ok? Deal?”
They all nodded.
“Kevin, sweetie, I’ll especially be thinking of you when I dance,” Brooke said with a smile and a wink.
“Why am I turned on right now?” Kevin muttered.
At the contest…
“South Padre! Are you ready?” The DJ said.
The crowd raucously cheered.
“This is TwerkFest! You ready to see some ass?”
The DJ hyped up the crowd. Meanwhile, Brooke was first to dance. She was waiting for her cue when…
“Hey, Miss New Booty… pop that ass for me,” Mark whispered to her right before her cue. She smiled.
“Ladies and gents, coming to the stage is a young lady from H-Town. She has something to prove. Here is… Brooke!”
When the song started, it was her time now. She liked to be watched and in this case, she was teasing the men of South Padre Island. She started to twerk and look back at the crowd to see how many hypnotized male faces she would count. If it wasn’t enough, she would get closer to a “lucky” male and twerk right in front of him. That would get a huge reaction for sure. And she did. The crowd cheered her on so much that it egged her on.
After Brooke’s performance, she watched everyone else’s performance and evaluated them in her head. When somebody got her attention:
“Hello, Brooke.”
Another attractive man got her attention.
“Hello.”
“Nice performance out there.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said. “But I’m taken.”
“No, no, no. I’m not hitting on you. I work for someone. A modeling agency.”
“What kind? This isn’t one of those agencies…”
The man chuckled.
“No, but it can be. Here’s my card.”
Brooke read it as he walked off.
Present day…
“That settles it, your winner of this year’s Twerk Contest is none other than… Brooke!”
Mark and the rest of the men with her cheered her on with the cheer:
“Miss New Booty!” Then clapping five times. It caught on eventually to some of the crowd. Brooke twerked it for them some more, looking directly at her male counterparts. She wondered now, did this make her a slut? Maybe. Maybe not. But one thing she did know. She loved this feeling and she wanted more of it.