When contest time came, I was a nervous wreck. Tom had convinced a local hotel manager that his contest would draw a crowd, so we had a small stage in the pool area, with a big sound system and a tub filled with ice to accommodate our generous BYOB formula. An hour before the contest was scheduled to begin, we were at full capacity, and lots of the spectators were girls. "I'm not surprised. Springbreak is the perfect venue to express the latent bisexuality in all girls," Tom simply commented. He had his very own personal way of looking at things… As far as the contestants were concerned, we had only nine, and no sign of Nancy and her girlfriend. That worried Tom more than he wanted to admit. He had complete confidence in his "theories" and he refused to even admit the possibility of doubt, but I caught him watching the entrance with a worried look on his face. Personally, I wasn't too worried. At least 7 of out 9 contestants were above-average looking. In the bunch, we had two busty naturals who were obviously not legally old enough to participate, but Tom thought we had to see them while they were still at their firmest, so I let it slide. I just asked them to sign the form and didn't ask for an ID. Two other girls obviously had implants, so we were sure to have a good competition. Fifteen minutes before the show started, I caught a glimpse of Tom running toward the entrance. Sure enough, our favorites had arrived. Tom guided them to me while guys stared at them, amazed that these angels would enter the contest. When she signed her form, I learned that Nancy's blonde friend was called Tamara. Once again, I didn't ask for ID. Tom led them to the motel room we used as a dressing room for the girls and when he came back a few minutes later, he was rubbing his hands together like the bad guy in a bad movie who thinks his genius plan to conquer the Earth is gonna succeed. "Man, you should've seen this!" he said, twisting the cap off a beer bottle. "When Nancy and Tamara entered the room, the temperature dropped 20 degrees. Girls started to whisper to one another with sideways glances that were anything but subtle. Our girls walked in there like they owned the place and started pulling outfits out of their bags. The bad news is one girl simply walked out on the spot. The good news is she wasn't cute. So we're in for a treat!" The first part was a bikini contest. Tom was the MC, so he explained to the crowd they had to eliminate two girls at the end of that round. "We'll line up the girls at the end. If you like the girl I point to, you make some noise. If you don't think she should move up to the bra and panties contest, you shut the hell up. Capice?" It was pretty clear, so he got a mixture of cheers and heckles, meaning he should start the damned contest. And so he did. Pairing off the girls, he announced them to the crowd and the girls walked onto the stage, danced a little bit to the music and got off when Tom had our DJ turn the music down. Most girls did very well, and we even got a few nipple slips. But when our girls walked on stage, the crowd erupted. They didn't dance. They just moved to the rhythm. Their bikinis would've been indecent on the smaller-boobed girls, so on their ample orbs, they were mind-blowing. It was obvious they felt they were in no danger of being eliminated, so they kept it simple and let their bikinis do the talking. As all the girls stood on-stage, their murderous looks were aimed at Nancy and Tamara. Everybody smiled, but it was clear they all felt like this was unfair competition. It was no surprise who was voted out. All the busty girls and the implants stayed. While the girls were preparing for the next round, Tom came to see me. "Did you see that?" he asked. He was hyped. "Nancy and Tamara completely ignored each other. With all the other girls hating them, they had to show some sort of solidarity in the dressing room, but as soon as they were in front of the crowd, they were rivals again." Still, I wasn't sure we hadn't gone through all our special preparation for nothing. "No, believe me," Tom reassured me. "The whole contest is just a prelude to the real show!" And with that, he bolted toward the stage. This time, he allowed each girl to come on stage alone and do her thing. The bras were stuffed to the limit, for most girls wore a size too small to enhance their cleavage. We got see-through, lace, Spandex, silk, but once again, everyone was forgotten when Nancy walked on stage. She was plain gorgeous and very sure of herself. She was convinced she was going to win this contest and it was clear in her attitude. Then came Tamara. Although this round was also a preliminary aiming at discarding another two girls, she knew she was setting the stage for the final rounds, so while all the other girls focused on their bras, the blonde goddess also gave us the privilege to see her in a tiny G-string that soon disappeared between her labia. Guys in the crowd were delirious, and when time came to applaud, it was clear Nancy would have to do a lot better if she didn't want to end up first runner-up. From that moment, things really got competitive, especially when one of the silicone babes got voted out and slammed her shoulder into Nancy's while leaving. That almost degenerated into a catfight. And when Tamara tried to calm down her friend, Nancy pushed her away. "Leave me alone, bitch!" Nancy snapped. "What the fuck is your problem?" Tamara retorted. "My problem is you behaved like a slut! You're still pissed because that contest guy didn't notice you first!" "And you're pissed 'cause he doesn't notice you now that he sees what sexy really is!" Tom just smiled. The next round was a wet top contest aimed at eliminating another two girls before the final event. At that point, the crowd pretty much saw how it was going to end, and they all took sides behind the blonde or the redhead. The four first contestants were virtually ignored and treated like appetizers before the main course. One of the busty underage girls flashed us, and I must admit she had boobs that would've eclipsed all the competition if it weren't for Nancy and Tamara. But as things stood, she had no chance. When Tamara walked on stage in her cropped tank top, I think every guy in the place got a boner and every girl's pussy got flooded. And when water was poured on her, we finally got a peek at her pink nipples. Tamara had everybody going wild as she basked in the adulation of the crowd. At that moment, she was queen of the place. She had everyone dying of desire for her. She knew she could have any man she wanted. She knew she only needed a smile to rip couples apart, to outshine any loved one. The girls felt it, and they slowly calmed down. That girl was the ultimate rival. Then Tom introduced the final contestant, Nancy. The tanned redhead walked on stage wearing a white, high-cut one-piece. Instead of dancing like everybody else, she started an aerobic routine, inviting everyone to join in. Many of the girls did indeed while guys stared at her massive orbs as they bounced under the stretched Spandex. Nancy stepped, did jumping jacks, push-ups, she bent over, stretched, the crotch of her suit now wedged deeply in her pussy. And after a good workout, she poured water all over her suit. The thin Spandex just disappeared, except for a zone between and under her boobs, and an areola around her hard nipples. The cheers she got completely eclipsed Tamara, and as she stood on stage with the other girls and clearly got more applause than her rival, she whispered something in the blonde's ear. Tamara ignored her and waved bye-bye to the last two girls to leave before the final event. I entered the room with Tom to give the four remaining girls the bikinis we bought for this last bout. It was completely silent. The two eliminated girls got dressed, and there was no show of sportsmanship. Nancy and Tamara remained, with Alicia, a naturally busty girl who couldn't be more than 16 but used her body like an experienced stripper, and Page, who had the third best boob job on the planet, right after Nancy and Tamara, but who wasn't as pretty and sensuous. "Last event, girls," Tom started. "You all have the same bikini. What you have to do is wriggle until both your nipples are exposed. We could time you, but the last thing we want is for you to hurry and deprive us of the best part of the show. So the winner will be decided by applause. May the best girl win!" Each girl took her bikini and busied herself examining it, providing a good reason to ignore the girls who had been eliminated. As Tom and I left, I held the door for Alicia's friend, Katie, the one who didn't flash the crowd. I kind of liked her, and she obviously picked up on it. "You know," she said, pushing her firm, natural boobs forward, her white tank top ready to rip open, "I could make a great website. If you want to add a sure asset to TopModel.com, I could really convince you MY boobs are the best." She tucked a slip of paper with her phone number deep down her cleavage and I swallowed hard as I fished it out.