Miss MacGuffin County
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The MacGuffin County Fair was in full swing. The sixty-ninth annual edition featured the standard agricultural exhibitions, the carnival rides, questionable games of skill and luck, local and regional vendors hawking their products, and grandstand-filling entertainment. Crowds of men, women and children flocked from the far corners of the county and even beyond just to experience the atmosphere, taste the forbidden and exotic food served from trucks, and see delights unheard of in the otherwise conservative rural community. For one week a year, all bets were off, all sins overlooked, and all visitors thoroughly contented.
On Monday afternoon, a little after 2:30, Brittany Masterson and Whitney Johns skipped down the pathway toward the Gate D exit. Dressed in matching black leotards and white tights, the eleven-year-olds had just completed their day's task, performing with the other star dancers enrolled the Margarita Chavez Dance Academy. Their mothers, Deanna and Wanda, trailed behind the preteen duo, carrying the uniform bags filled with the recently worn outfits. Ms. Chavez used the fair as advertising for her studio and the girls used it to broaden their audience. Both girls loved being seen by large groups.
On the way to the exit, the girls stopped for cotton candy, a churro, and a frozen banana. Judging by their thin dancer bodies, one would wonder where the junk food disappeared to.
Fifty feet from the gate, they stopped again, this time in front of a long pop-out trailer. "Mom," cried Brittany back to her pack mule mother. "Can we get our photo taken?"
Deanna Masterson didn't respond until she reached the Wild West Old Time Photos sign. The harried woman wanted to get out of the sun and put her feet up. They had been on the go all day since the gates opened. Still, she was trying to be a good mother at her daughter's critical age. At least that's what the parenting books said.
"How much?" the woman asked.
"Only ten dollars," said Brittany. "You can even take it out of my allowance." The girl already had advances until she was thirty-one, but what was ten more?
Before Deanna could answer, Whitney piped up. "Can I get one too? Please."
Wanda Johns glanced at her counterpart. Resigned, the women gestured toward the trailer door.
Inside the small room had a woebegone couch, a desk with flyers, and walls plastered with 5x7 photos, all shot in sepia, the brown color giving an unreal look to the pictures. "Hello," called out Brittany.
A man popped through a set of black curtains. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Deadeye Dick, fastest photographer in the West. Welcome to my traveling photography studio. How may I help you today?"
"The girls would like their pictures taken," said Wanda.
"And I thought they wanted more cotton candy. Just kidding. Actually, you came to the right place. Business has been a little slow, and I have sitting times available if you have time now." He held the curtains open and motioned for the foursome to enter. "There's a table just inside, if you want to put your bags down."
As they moved, Brittany picked up a yellow flier from the table. "What's Miss MacGuffin County?" she asked.
"Ah, that's a beauty contest we are co-sponsoring this year. Open to young girls, eight to twelve. No experience necessary." He led them into a small box-like room walled in black material. "You're not beauty contest winners, right? Because we are looking for fresh faces. Not that you would want to join. You probably would rather earn the prizes by hard work instead of a night of practically doing nothing."
Brittany and Whitney exchanged four and a half glances before the latter said, "Can you tell us more?"
"I thought you wanted your pictures taken."
"We do," said Brittany. "But…" Her eyes pleaded with her mother.
"I think the girls want to join," said Deanna. "What do we have to do, and how much will it cost?"
Deadeye Dick smiled. "A simple form to fill out, and I will have to get a few publicity photos of the girls. Like I said, no experience necessary, though from their attire, I think they must have a decent talent. We have a class going this week out in town to teach the contestants how to perform. Simple stuff, like Poise and the walk. I take it you girls have been on stage before so you won't freeze up in front of an audience. Now, as for cost…"
They looked at him with bated breath.
"When we conceived the pageant, I promised eight girls. I have five so far. If I can get three today, we'll go on with it. But so far, you're the only potentials I've had today. Now if you had one more friend who might like to participate, I would waive the fees. And I would throw in some photos for free."
"That's awfully generous," said Wanda, thinking it suspicious.
Deadeye Dick waved off the suggestion. "The photos I can make up in a few days. Just between you and me, they're way overpriced, but they keep my trailer rolling. It's the pageant that I'm concerned about. If I can pull this one off, we can do more in the future. And not only here, but at other fairs also. I'm looking at the big picture."
The four exchanged another set of glances. "All right," said Deanna. "You have two, and they could get Jocelyn easily. She's only nine, but a real star in the raw."
"I like that sentiment. I have some papers for you to fill out. And while you do that, I can take the girl's publicity stills." He led the mothers back to the table and pulled out two sets of forms. With them occupied, he returned to the black box.
"I would like to take a couple individual pictures and then maybe a few together. How does that sound?"
The girls nodded. They threw rock, paper, scissors to see who went first. Whitney won the honor. Deadeye Dick placed her in a black chair in front of a light blue background screen he pulled down. "Have you even seen a camera like this before?" He pointed to the huge box on a tripod, the kind straight out of a Wild West movie. "This camera conquered the West a century and a half ago. Instead of film, the image went on glass plates. This one's a bit different, but it takes a better picture than your cell phone, I guarantee."
He looked over at Whitney. "When I say 'Ready' you have to hold the pose until the lights flash. You have to be perfectly still, not even breathing. Understand?" The girl nodded. "Ready."
Whitney froze, though her mind counted. It was on ten when the flash lit up. She waited a few seconds before exhaling, just in case.
"Perfect. Now a few more." Dick posed her three more times, using his hands to sculpt her into his vision of the shot. When he said, "Change places," Whitney was all tingly.
Brittany remembered the first pose perfectly, not needing to be assisted. She prided herself on her memory.
"When the first photographers took these cameras west, the natives they wanted to shoot resisted. They were scared the box would steal their soul."
"That's silly," said Brittany, quickly taking her breath.
"Ready," said Dick. After the flash went off, he said, "Every legend has a bit of truth in it. Now for the next pose."
Brittany wondered exactly what he meant by that.
After taking more shots of Brittany alone, he stuck his head out the curtain. The mothers were still working on the paperwork. Bringing in another chair, he said, "Let's get you two together."
Placing the chairs back to back, he had Brittany sit in the front one while Whitney knelt in the back one. For balance, Whitney's hands cupped the small mounds that would become Brittany's breasts. "Ready." Brittany felt an electric current zip through her body until the flash.
"Switch…Ready." This time Whitney received the pleasure.
Dick rotated the chairs, keeping them back to back. Each girl knelt on one knee while balancing with the other. "Now bring your faces together and touch lips. Ready…"
They stayed frozen together for what seemed forever. Even the flash didn't phase them. When he separated them and led them back to their mothers, the girls clasped hands.
The dance partners had new feelings flowing through them. Neither knew why.
Tuesday, at the dinner table, Brittany was jazzed about the whole pageant, almost too excited. As she passed the mac and cheese to her older brother Bobby or received the lemon chicken from her father, Bruce, she spouted about every detail of the training. "And Lisa, the pageant coordinator was there explaining all about the shoes and we tried on the two inch heels and walked with them for a little. Poor Jocelyn fell and we thought she hurt her ankle and they'd have to cancel but they wrapped it up and she carried on like a trooper. She's going to get stuck in the one inch. After an hour or so Whitney and I tried the three inch and it felt like being in toe shoes so we walked gingerly and soon felt good. They are worth three Dare Points, and we need all we can get. And since we only wear them during the swimsuit portion we should be good. Please pass the peas."
"What exactly are Dare Points?" asked Bruce as he passed the bowl.
"What are Dare Points?" said Brittany. "Only the most important part of the scoring. They show how much risk you would take to win. Do good, and you get higher scores. Fail and they cushion the fall. Whitney and I think we need to go big or go home."
"And it's this Saturday?"
"Right," said Deanna. "And before you make plans, yes you are going?"
"Do I have to?" whined Bobby.
"Yes. Your sister needs all the support she can get."
Bruce took a mouthful of mac and contemplated his schedule. "What kinds of things are they doing?"
"There's introduction," said Brittany, "Followed by the fashion walk, the talents portion, I'll be dancing in that one. Then there's the swimsuit, the Poise walk, Mom's helping me with that, the questions and maybe one more they call the surprise portion."
"That's six portions," said Bruce. "I hope I didn't pay a fortune for this."
"It was free," said his wife. "They waived the fees to get enough people for the show. They even threw in some nice photos of Brittany. They even took a few of me."
"And it didn't break the camera?" asked Bobby. That earned him a light head slap.
Brittany retook the floor and related every detail she could remember and even a few she made up. In the end, everyone, even Bobby, was excited about going.
For the next three days, Brittany and Whitney trained for the pageant like they were practicing for a dance recital. They spent the time learning the new techniques and practicing, both at the facility and at home. Each helped the other even though they were competing for the same crown. They even gave pointers to Jocelyn, though received little back.
Sizing up the others, Brittany concluded none could touch them in talent. The other sections could prove tossups. They decided the Dare Points would be the deciding factor if they used them wisely.
Both of their mothers volunteered to assist with the Poise portion. Wanda hesitated a little, but Deanna convinced her with a bit of sisterly persuasion.
When Friday night arrived, both girls decided to get a good night's sleep. Neither did, their minds wandering over the whole spectrum of problems. In the morning, the girls appeared frazzled.
Seeing this, Deanna dropped her daughter at the Johns house. While their moms shared coffee, the girls hunkered down in Whitney's bedroom to talk things out.
"No matter what, we're still friends," said Brittany as she sat on her rival's bed.
"Friends forever," said Whitney. "Win, lose, or draw." She took her opponent's hand in hers and rubbed the back against her cheek. "I've wanted to do that all week. I don't know why."
Brittany pulled the clasped hands to her face. "I wanted to do it too. Ever since that picture we took. The first one where we kissed."
Whitney leaned forward, her mouth finding the opposite one. This time her tongue crossed the lips only to find Brittany's greeting it. Seconds later they were in each other's arms, rolling on the bed.
"I didn't expect that, as much as I wanted it," said Whitney.
"Something about this contest has brought us closer. You are more than my best friend. You're my sister and I want to…" With saying a word, Brittany pulled her tee shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground. She then grabbed Whitney's and likewise disposed of it. With the girl's nipples exposed, Brittany began to suckle, sending Whitney into a state of moaning.
A few moments later, they exchanged roles, each enjoying the other's underdeveloped tits. Next, fingers probed and their jeans dropped away. Whitney came first, thanks to Brittany's expertise with the pleasure button. Retaliating, Whitney licked her rival to orgasm, not once but twice. Brittany evened the score before both succumbed to their exhaustion.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened. Wanda held it open for Deanna to see. Quietly closing it, she said, "I was worried they would sleepwalk through the pageant. Now they can have a nice long nap."
"Let's set the alarm and follow their example." Deanna wiped the hair from Wanda's face and kissed her. The two walked hand in hand to the master. A nap sounded nice, but they weren't going to get to sleep for a while yet.
The two families took two cars. Wanda drove Deanna and the girls while Bruce and Bobby went to the fair early in the afternoon. That gave them some guy time to try their skill at the Hammer Slammer, ride the rides like the Tilt-a-Whirl, and see the artistic contributions of the local MacGuffins. Bobby especially liked the exhibit of nudes done by the local college art class. He wanted one to hang in his room. It didn't matter which one, as long as it had tits.
They grabbed barbecue off the BBQ truck and a funnel cake for dessert. Filled, they headed for the evening's activities.
While the big headliner, some singer Bruce never heard of, but popular with the ladies, filled the grandstand, the contest had been relegated to the small auditorium. It sat about three hundred people when crowded in for a movie. Tonight, the front two rows by the stage were taped off, and a runway extended from the stage back about five rows. The girls would be close to, but above the audience.
As they walked in, a camera flashed in their faces. "Security precaution," said the ticket taker. "Where do you prefer to sit?" He pointed to the eight pictures on the wall behind him.
"Pretty close," said Bruce. "My little girl's one of the contestants."
"Really? Which one?"
"Brittany." Bruce pointed at his little girl who looked so…mature.
"Then follow me." The ticket taker scampered down the aisle to the front and then directed them to the two seats in front next to the runway. "Here you are. These are our VIP seats for special guests. And these are your towels. Blue for Brittany."
Bruce examined the small light blue hand towel. "I wonder what this is for."
"Maybe we wave them like at a football game." Bobby swirled it over his head.
Bruce looked at the runway. "Jeez. It looks like we'll look up her dress from here. I hope she's wearing clean underwear."
Backstage Wanda and Deanna were doing their best stage mom imitation. The girls were in their custom sundresses, a creamy ivory white for Whitney, and a light blue with orange butterflies for Brittany. The hem barely came to mid-thigh on them and the neckline plunged to their navel. Their mothers wore matching outfits, making them appear younger.
They glanced over at Jocelyn in the jade green outfit. The younger girl appeared nervous and was being comforted by her mom. The rest of the contestants were in the same boat, just waiting for the contest to begin.
Lisa, the competition consultant approached the girls. "Are you ready?" she asked. The girls nodded. "And you remember the differences between practice and the performance tonight?" They nodded again. "Then good luck. We have a few minutes. If you have to pee, do it now, not on stage. I had one girl who did just that. Terrible scores." With that Lisa walked away.
"A kiss for luck?" Brittany asked.
"Just one," said Whitney. "Otherwise, I might just take you again, and we'd miss the performance."
"Places," shouted a stage hand.
"Good luck girls," said Deanna.
"No, it's break a leg," said Wanda. "But not literally."
The eight contestants took their places behind the big red curtain. They could hear the din from the seating area. Brittany felt her heart beat faster. One deep breath, and she relaxed. It's like any dance recital, she thought to herself.
Deadeye Dick walked through the center of the curtain. He would be the master of ceremonies for the evening.
One last breath and the curtain parted. They were on.
"Welcome family, friends, guests, and people who stumbled into here." Deadeye Dick held his hand up to his eyebrows. "Okay, I don't see any officials ready to shut us down. So I can safely say this is the first, and hopefully not the last, Miss MacGuffin County pageant. We have eight young women behind me who will in a minute vie for the title. Before they come out, I want to try an experiment. Please indulge me for one more moment."
He pulled a metal whistle from his pocket and held it up. "Every time you hear me blow this whistle tonight, you will have an irresistible urge to follow the next command I say. For instance…" He blew the whistle. "Stand up, turn around, and sit back down."
The audience rose en masse, spun around, and sat down with a huge thud.
"Well done, my subjects. You might wonder what I did. When you entered the auditorium, I took your picture. I stored the image in my soul sucker, a machine I invented. Until I release you, you will be under my control." He blew the whistle again. "Forget all I said about the soul sucker."
A buzz filtered through the room.
"Now for your part tonight, please pay attention. While we have three totally unbiased judges, you can help them along with those colored towels you hold. Wave them if you approve of the girl in your color. And now without further adieu, let me present our rainbow of ladies. Your Miss MacGuffin County contestants."
With catlike reflexes, Deadeye Dick jumped from the runway. As he hit the floor, the first girl dressed in yellow strode down the runway. At the end she said, "My name is Amber and I love reading. My favorite author is Charlie Dickenson." She hit her forehead with her palm. With a deep breath, she half slunk, half ran to her spot.
Brittany smiled, not the fake one for pageants, but her real one. She was on.
The three inch stilettos carried her down the runway. She passed her father and saw his smile. Suddenly she felt tingly all over. No time to get distracted. She stopped two feet from the end of the runway.
"My name is Brittany, and I was born to dance." She coiled her body and sprung, twirling around several times. The blue dress rose with the hem rising to the top of her hip. For a full second, her bare pussy was visible. When she stopped, the dress dropped back into place.
Glancing down, she saw all three judges smile. They might not have gotten a clear view, but they knew she was bringing her best. Turning, she exuded confidence as she returned to her spot. The other girls showed new signs of nervousness. All except Whitney. Her face glowed, the afternoon's emotions still connecting the pair.
A girl in magenta named Emma went next, without a problem. Following her, Jocelyn pranced forward, hiding her ankle. The flats she wore lost Dare Points, but it was too early to gamble. Three younger girls traveled forward: Olivia in orange, Penny in pink, and Vanessa in violet. They weren't in the same league as the others. And it showed.
That left Whitney to finish the introductions. She too wore the stilettos, but only a two inch heel. She did a fierce walk from her position in the back, a place that had shielded her from view. As she reached the end, she kicked the shoes into the crowd. "I'm Whitney. Though I love to dance, I also spend a lot of time doing gymnastics." She bent forward, planting her hands and kicked up to a handstand. Gravity pulled her dress down to rest on her face. Her lack of modesty matched her lack of underwear. After holding the pose for a second, she stepped back, away from the abandoned fabric. Bending at the waist, she returned to her feet. With a air kiss to the judges, she turned around, did a cartwheel that became a front flip followed by several more moves that saw her springing back up the runway to her starting position on the back of the stage.
Deadeye Dick reappeared in the audience. "Now, that's a novel way to get a head start on your costume change." He paused to let the audience react. Some laughed, but most sat dazed, staring at the previously overlooked nude preteen at the back of the stage. A whistle shocked them back. "There you have our Miss MacGuffin County contestants. Let's hear it for them."
The crowd waved towels, some more enthusiastically than others. The curtain closed with the terrycloth still twirling.
Brittany ran from her spot to her best friend. "Whoa, how'd you pull that off?"
"Just lucky. I hadn't even thought of the dress falling off. But after your move I knew I had to do something."
The girls ran, giggling, to their mothers. "Five minutes to curtain," yelled the stage hand.
"Dress quickly," said Deanna, handing her daughter the first item from the rack.
"Just like the recital in Beggar's Canyon Coffeehouse," said Brittany. The girls giggled some more. Their mothers just shook their heads.
The time past quickly with some girls still getting their finishing touches while on their marks. Wanda and Whitney finished quickly, while Brittany did her outfit with little help from her mother.
After hearing another whistle prompt, the curtains opened again. Deadeye Dick bowed to the cheering crowd from the end of the runway. "Here again are the Miss MacGuffin County contestants." The applause continued, including the swinging of towels until the MC made a cut gesture across his neck. Silence returned in a heartbeat.
"Practice is paying off. Now before we continue to the next portion of the program, we come to a sad moment. During this competition, we eliminate one girl after each segment. In this case, the girl with the lowest score in introductions was Amber, our yellow-clad fourth grader.
Brittany glanced to her left to watch the preteen drop to her knees and begin crying. Lisa came from behind the side curtain to almost drag the last place contestant away. Then a sudden thought hit her. She inherited the initial position in the rest of the segments, unless she failed also. Then it wouldn't matter anymore. Going first was not going to be easy.
"Girls please move up to your new marks," said Dick. To the audience, he continued. "This is the fashion portion of the contest. Instead of the identical dresses they wore in the last segment, and most continued to have on until the end, this time the girls raided their closets and local thrift shops to create an outfit to exemplify their fashion statement. The only rule was that part of the outfit had to contain their given color. For example, poor unfortunate Amber would need something that was yellow. What she chose we will never know. However, we are down to seven. Who will be our first Miss MacGuffin County? Could it be Brittany?"
The girl looked startled that he mentioned her name and pointed at her. All week in practice, Amber had gone first, having been trained to look for the cue. Without waiting for a deep breath, Brittany stepped forward just as the music began. Perfect timing.
For her outfit, Brittany started with her school uniform. Shirt and tie, woolen skirt and white knee socks. Pretty plain, read safe. If she made it past here, she had better segments coming. She hadn't thought about the eliminations.
In a fierce walk, she strode across the stage and turned onto the runway. As she reached the first row, Brittany stopped to pose. With a wiggle of her hips, the woolen skirt fell down her legs. With a little kick, she guided the garment to her father's hands. No sense losing a perfectly good skirt. The maneuver exposed the long tails of the light blue shirt borrowed from the same man, without his knowledge. The shirt replaced the normal white blouse and met the color requirement. The shirt tail strategically extended to cover her groin, yet the placket formed a slit that lined up with hers.
The girl continued to the end of the runway. There she posed, fists on hips and feet spread about the width of her shoulders. This gave the judges a clear view through the placket slit. Leaning forward slightly, she flexed her knees, lowering her torso to ostensibly roll her knee socks down. The maneuver accidentally exposed her parted lips, the tail no longer protecting the opening pointed right at the chief judge. After slowly rising, she spun around and bent over, this time at the waist, to finish with the socks. This parted her ass cheeks instead.
With that charade complete, she loosened the tie and moved it from her neck to her head as she sauntered back to her spot on the stage just as the music ended. That brought the audience to its feet to cheer.
Brittany felt safe for that round.
The next girl, Emma, had the misfortune to follow that performance. She twirled her magenta scarf while walking in a black miniskirt with matching magenta panties. Points for color coordination, perhaps. Jocelyn wore a skintight green leotard with camel lips on display. Not a crowd pleaser, especially in the back rows. Olivia wore her orange trimmed cheerleader outfit, gaining points for the lack of spankies under the skirt and several high leg kicks in well-position locations. Penny wore a pink taffeta veil wrapped around her body. Its gauzy nature gave the impression of showing more than actually was exposed. Vanessa wore a light violet sweater and darker violet pants. She appeared lost on the runway, almost acknowledging her not understanding the assignment.
That left Whitney, standing in the back, wearing a white terrycloth robe. Her music allowed her to meander forward, playing with the sash, tying and untying the strip along with opening and closing the robe. In front of the judges, she opened the robe up, revealing a matching hand towel covering her torso. It extended from just below her nipples to just above her navel. After seeing satisfied looks on the judges' faces, she turned and let the robe fall off her shoulders. She dragged the robe behind her as she sashayed back to her mark.
"Oh, man," said Deadeye Dick. "After this portion, I think I need a cold shower, and I'd let her dry me off. Let's give them a nice round of applause." More hooting and howling followed until the curtain closed.
Brittany ran for her mother, unbuttoning the shirt as she went. Without Amber, she knew she would be up first. The other girls, especially Whitney had more time to get ready. Luckily, dance recitals taught the girls how to change quickly and in front of other people. They lost their modesty years before.
Brittany donned the white tights and a light blue bodysuit similar to those she wore at the fair on Monday. That day's interpretive dance remained fresh in her mind and needed little extra rehearsal. She would chance it not being as sexy as the other segments that she had done.
Pulling on her shoes, she raced to the curtain with seconds to spare.
"We move next to the talent portion of the contest. Not that what we've seen so far isn't talent just waiting for companionship. Before we do, we have a little business. Another elimination. Vanessa."
The girl in her two-tone violet clothes walked through the curtain, accepting her fate. She waved to the crowd and blew kisses to her fans. Turning, she walked through the curtain and over to Brittany.
"Good luck," the girl said, a tear crawling down her cheek. "I wish I was half as brave as you." Then she kissed the older girl on the lips. "I had to do that."
A bit unnerved by the embrace, her music started and Brittany began her fluttering to The Flight of the Bumblebee. Because of the nature of the music, in particular the speed, Brittany sped up her steps and at the end, collapsed at the end of the runway, her legs spread toward the judges. After gaining her breath, she hopped up and trotted off, waving to her adoring fans.
As Brittany exited the stage, Emma wheeled an electric piano past her. "Good luck."
"Thanks. I'll need it."
Brittany didn't care about watching any other performances, kind of a superstition passed on by Ms. Chavez. Whitney looked busy so she headed for an empty couch in the dark corner.
Closing her eyes, she thought about the next segments. High Dare Points if she wanted them. She heard applause but paid no attention. She just relaxed.
"Brittany, Brittany, wake up. You fell asleep." Her mother shook her until the girl responded.
"Huh?"
"Whitney just danced. It's time to get into your swimsuit."
Trying to fight the sleepiness, she walked to her preparation area. Deanna laid out the three swimsuits they had packed. The one piece was over a year old, fitting very tightly to her body. The newest bikini was too big, allowing her body to almost pop out. Then there was the third, the one she wore all summer. Comfortable.
"Goldilocks," the girl said as she pulled the leotard off.
"What do you mean?"
"Not too big, not too small. The one that's just right." She smiled. Perhaps this competition was getting easier after all.
After donning the selected suit and adjusting it just right, she headed for her mark. Except for Olivia, the others went with two piece suits, though none showed any explicit skin. Penny fidgeted as though moments before her talent had deserted her.
The curtain opened, and Deadeye Dick stood there. He said something but her mind was elsewhere. Even in the bright lights, she could make out people sitting in the seats. Her mind flashed back to her first recital when she was seven. She felt scared, overcome with stage fright. Ms. Chavez took her and several other girls aside. She said Abraham Lincoln was asked how he dealt with speaking in front of crowds. He said he imagined them in their underwear, every single one of them. It made him laugh and then he could get to his speechifying.
In Brittany's case, she didn't have to imagine it. The audience that she could see sat in their chairs wearing only their underwear. Most of the men appeared topless, along with more than a few ladies. Her smile grew and her thoughts cleared. Bring it on.
Snapping back to reality, Brittany glanced to Penny as Lisa tried to comfort the newest elimination. Twirling the hula hoops had not saved the girl.
With order restored, Deadeye Dick said, "And now for the swimsuit competition. First up, Brittany."
She began her walk in her three inch spikes. Not experimentation this time, she thought. Just be solid and make it to the next round.
Completing her pass, the crowd cheered, but the reaction was half as loud as before. A drop of sweat crossed her brow, moving just slowly enough so she was aware. The girl fought her hands not to wipe it. She couldn't let the others sense her fear, the first she felt so far.
One by one, the others paraded toward the judges. Most flipped the top to expose their underdeveloped chest. Too little too late, hoped Brittany. She pitied Olivia in the orange one piece who had to break a strap to get any exposure.
Last up, Whitney began the walk. Somehow her thin white suit had become wet, staying that way even under the hot lights. The excess water turned the material translucent, hiding nothing underneath. Seeing that, Brittany conceded the round to her best friend.
When the curtain closed, the girls hustled to their prep areas for the last costume change of the night. Brittany had unfastened her top by the time she reached her mom. Hooking her bottoms, she pulled them down her long legs. Out of habit, she wiped her slit, taking away any nervous moistness.
Deanna took an ice cube from the tray and placed it on her daughter's nipple. "That's so cold."
"Hush. It will make them stand out."
Brittany reached down and exchanged shoes. For the rest of the competition, she'd be in the four inch ice picks. It was like the heel was held up by a long sewing needle. Luckily, she knew how to balance with her weight on her toes.
Lisa approached the pair, carrying the last costume. Deanna took the light blue collar and snapped it on her daughter's neck. For the rest of the night, the inch wide dyed leather would be the only material keeping her from being totally naked.
After one last application of ice, Brittany walked toward her mark. Whitney joined her, clasping her hand. "Britt you look beautiful."
"You too. I see you got iced too. I wish I could just suck on them now."
"I'm saving them for you for later."
Brittany examined the white collar locked on her friend's neck. "I wonder what that gold loop on the front is for."
"Mom thinks that instead of a crown, the winner gets a medallion that they clip on there."
Brittany giggled and then gave her competitor a kiss for luck, or maybe lust. Then they took their marks.
The curtain opened, and Brittany located the red dot. For the Poise segment, the girl looked at that dot and nowhere else. At least, if you wanted the most points.
Deadeye Dick began his spiel. "We come to a unique portion of the competition. For this segment, the girls will be concentrating on a single point of light. Points are deducted for furtive glances or other signs of cautiousness. Unlike the other portions, they cannot make eye contact with the judges. Because of the potential danger to the contestants, we ask for the rest of the competition there be no flash photography."
The last command had not been preceded by a whistle. A torrent of sparkling dots bombarded the stage. For Brittany, her entire retina filled with red dots. She tried to figure out the real one to follow.
"One more bit of housekeeping. I forgot to announce our elimination. I'm sorry Olivia."
The girl in the orange choker began crying. To comfort her, Lisa came out. Instead of leading her off the stage, Lisa directed the naked girl to the end of the runway, almost like a last hurrah in front of her adoring fans. This of course brought out more flashes.
When the hubbub subsided, Deadeye Dick said. "Brittany, begin your walk of Poise."
Concentrating on the light, she walked forward. Each step needed to exude confidence. Counting steps, without much peripheral vision, she navigated to the end of the runway. A chorus of ohs told her just how close she came to stepping off and landing in the judges' laps.
Turning, she found the stage and maintained her posture back to her mark. She wanted to run the last few steps, but knew the points would drop, not to mention the shoes would collapse.
As Emma began her walk, Brittany relaxed ever so little. Her stare still focused on the red light. Every gasp from the crowd tempted her, but she stayed stoic.
Jocelyn followed with little crowd noise to indicate her status. Likewise Whitney performed her walk in almost total silence. In fact, it wasn't until the MC said, "Girls, you may relax" that Brittany realized her friend was done.
Emma fell to her knees, the high heels killing her thighs. The others stayed on their marks, but trying to flex their aching limbs.
The MC spoke up again, saying, "The judges have voted for the final elimination. I'm sorry Emma, but you will not face the question session."
The girl leaned forward, ending up on her stomach. After a second or so, she rose and took off the shoes before heading for the curtain. She wanted no farewell sendoff.
The stage crew brought out three padded chairs, arranging them at center stage to face the right half of the audience. Moments later, the three judges appeared. They too were stark naked, but nowhere near as good looking as the girls.
Lisa moved the girls to new marks, opposite the judges, but facing the left side of the audience. Deadeye Dick took his place between the two threesomes.
"The last session will be the girls answering one question posed by each judge. The contestant may opt for a physical challenge instead, but only once. And now the first question. Girls who did you lose your virginity to and when?"
The girls exchanged glances. Brittany spoke up first. "At the beginning of the summer, I fooled around with Lance Bierbaum."
Whitney went next. "I also was with Lance, but that was in the spring."
Jocelyn started to giggle. "Really? Lance and I made out at the haunted house at the rec center this past Halloween."
"Okay, I guess we know who the county stud is, don't we?" said Dick, bringing raucous hooting from the crowd followed by chants of "I want Lance."
"Next question, if you lose tonight, who would you want to console you in your loss and how?"
After more glances, Brittany again led off the answers. "I guess it would be my dad. He's been sitting down there, looking up at me the whole night. I know he loves me and… and I'd love to show him how much I …I love him by fucking his brains out." Tears flowed from her eyes as she tried to get her composure back.
Whitney took her friend's hand and kissed it. "I lost my dad when I was young. But I feel like Britt and, well there is a boy I've crushed on for years. If Brittany's going to doing her dad, I'm going to be next to them taking her older brother."
A loud "Boo Yah" came from the front row, bring a round of laughter from everyone else.
When it died away, Jocelyn said, "I can't answer that question. I'm not planning on losing. I guess I have the challenge to do."
"Okay," said Dick. "We have a challenge. For the last question, if you do win, what would you give up so you could reign as Miss MacGuffin County."
The two older girls looked the younger dancer. "We pass," they said together.
"Two more challenges," said the MC. "Now Jocelyn, you cannot pass, Your answer please."
The young girl in the jade green choker touched her neck. "Everything," she answered.
The crowd sat in stunned silence. Time passed slowly until Dick finally said, "That ends the questions. As all three girls opted for a challenge, they will perform them together. Girls, take your positions."
All three moved forward and knelt before one of the judges. "On three, begin to pleasure your judge. Don't stop until he tells you. One, two, three."
At once the girls began to give blow jobs to the men to win their vote. Brittany had done it once with Lance, not successfully, and could only guess at the best technique. She glanced over to see Whitney struggling also. On the other hand, Jocelyn, the youngest girl, had made the chief judge's wand completely disappear. Only a minute later the old man cried out. "It's over" before he collapsed.
The three girls rose together with the youngest muttering, "Thank you Daddy for teaching me to deep throat." With no animosity between them, they hugged, glad that the segments were over.
"The judges will now deliberate," said the MC. "They will tally up up their scores and the Dare Points the girls earned. While they do that, we offer you one last look at the contestants."
Lisa emerged from the curtain, leading the five eliminated girls. Those five joined the finalists in wearing only their Poise collars. As they were trained, their arms stayed at their side unless they were waving. Flashbulbs lit up the entire auditorium.
As the cheering subsided, Deadeye Dick spoke again. "You can put those towels to good use. Focus on the beautiful young lady of your dreams." He blew the whistle. "Masturbate until I speak again."
If Guinness had been there, they might have recorded a new world record. Man, woman, and even child followed the command.
After a suitable period of time for most, Deadeye Dick said "Stop. You may continue this at home later. After I announce the winner, you will all return to your normal lives, forgetting all that happened here tonight. Except you will remember it as the best entertainment you ever saw and will want it to return again next year and every year after."
The place erupted in thunderous applause.
"And now for the judge's decision. The winner of the first Miss MacGuffin County pageant is …"
The MacGuffin County Fair was again in full swing. The seventy-ninth annual edition still featured the standard agricultural exhibitions, the carnival rides, questionable games of skill and luck, local and regional vendors hawking their products, but the real grandstand-filling entertainment was the tenth annual Miss MacGuffin County pageant.
Crowds of men, women and children flocked from the far corners of the county and even beyond just to experience the atmosphere, watch the forbidden and erotic exhibition in the otherwise conservative rural community. For one week a year, all bets were off, all sins overlooked, and all contestants thoroughly contented.
On Monday afternoon, a little after 2:30, Breanna Masterson and Roberta Johns skipped down the pathway toward the Gate D exit. Dressed in matching white leotards and light blue tights, the nine-year-olds had just completed their day's task, performing with the other star dancers enrolled the Margarita Chavez Dance Academy. Their mothers, Brittany and Whitney, waddled behind the preteen duo, pushing their baby carriages while watching their three toddlers.
Fifty feet from the gate, they stopped again, this time in front of a long pop-out trailer. "Mom," cried Breanna back to her pregnant mother. "Can we get our photo taken?"
Brittany Masterson didn't respond until she reached the Wild West Old Time Photos sign. The expectant woman wanted to get out of the sun and put her feet up. They had been on the go all day since the gates opened. Still, she was trying to be a good mother at her daughter's critical age. At least that's what the parenting books said.
Inside, the small room had a fine leather couch, a desk with colored brochures, and walls plastered with 5x7 photos, all nude preteens, labeled as former winners of the Miss MacGuffin County pageant. They also found a young woman dressed only in a jade green choker. "Jocelyn?"
"Brittany? Whitney? Oh, am I glad to see you."
The three former contestants hugged. Each then touched the baby bump of the others. Whitney jingled the three tags hanging from the green choker. "All the way to states, huh. Too bad you couldn't compete at the national level."
"I hate that rule about not being pregnant to compete," said Jocelyn. "But it's fun being behind the scenes. We have thirty some fairs scheduled for this year. It also gives me time to raise my brood. How about you?"
Brittany and Whitney held out their left hands simultaneously. "We're together forever," said Brittany. "Makes it easier to have two mothers reigning over our seven. And before you ask, my brother is a good fathering type of guy. Though I got Lanced once, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I've been getting Dicked ever since the last night we were together. And loved every fucking moment. Deadeye loves keeping me bare-assed and pregnant."
The young women giggled until Roberta pulled on Whitney's sleeve. "Can we sign up?"
Brittany's hand felt for her choker, Whitney's doing the same with hers. Memories rushed back to the contest.
"Where do we sign them up?" the mothers asked together.
Jocelyn smiled. These two pretty preteens were going to make great additions to the Miss MacGuffin County video collection.
