Wendy had no worried about her looks, but talent was something else. She rehearsed with the other contestants in a big auditorium, and she saw some tremendously talented girls. Some played instruments, some sang, some danced, and some did all three. Wendy knew she couldn't match that kind of competition.
She remembered the advice Harvey Hollis had given her, and she had no hesitation about taking it. If her talent couldn't win her the title, she was sure her body could – if she just used it right. It had made her Miss Oakdale, and it could make her Miss Green County.
The MC for this pageant was Joe Haynes, a local talk show host whom Wendy had seen many limes on television. He was perhaps thirty-five, ruggedly good-looking, and was one of the most sought-after bachelors in the state. Wendy figured he wouldn't be as easy to dazzle as Harvey Hollis, but she was certainly going to give it a try.
The night before the contest, Wendy declined to go out to dinner with the other girls and stayed in the cramped cheap motel room she shared with several other contestants. She bathed, washed her hair, and dressed carefully in a clinging blue jumpsuit. She brushed her long thick brown hair till it gleamed, and she applied just a minimum of make-up.
Then she went to Joe Haynes' hotel.
She felt a little nervous as she rang the buzzer of his suite. She wasn't ashamed of what she was doing – it was obviously the only way for her to win the contest – but she was afraid her plan wouldn't work. Joe Haynes was far more sophisticated than Harvey Hollis. He might be not at all impressed with a small-town girl like Wendy.
Haynes himself answered the door. Wendy gawked at him. He was even more attractive in person than on TV. Just over six feet tall, rangy, deeply tanned, he had a devastating grin and piercing grey-blue eyes. Wendy felt a flutter of lust in the pit of her stomach.
"Well, hello there," Haynes grinned. "What can I do for you?"
Wendy blushed and said nervously, "Mr. Haynes, I'm Wendy Evans, one of the contestants in tomorrow's pageant. I wonder if I could speak to you for a moment? I need your advice about something."
Haynes hesitated. He obviously liked her looks. He couldn't keep his eyes off her stunning figure in that form-fitting jumpsuit, and he seemed especially interested in her big thrusting breasts. But he kept looking back over his shoulder with an air of uneasiness.
"Well, I'd love to help you, honey," he said, "but maybe later. I'm a little busy right now."
A woman's voice came from somewhere in the room: "Aw, Joe, for chrissake, whoever it is, tell 'em to fuck off."
A tall blonde appeared behind him, a woman in her mid-twenties who made herself look much older with heavy make-up. She was wearing an outlandishly low-cut dress to show her ample tits. Even Wendy, an innocent small town girl, could tell the woman was a hooker.
"Tell the little bitch to split," the woman snapped.
Joe Haynes flushed red with anger and turned on the woman. "Look," he said, "I didn't ask you over to give advice. I don't like my personal conversations interrupted. Why don't you take your own advice and split?"
"Well, to hell with you," the blonde snarled. She snatched up a fur coat and angrily brushed by Wendy on her way out.
"Oh, Mr. Haynes," Wendy said contritely, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know you had company."
"Forget it," he said. "I can buy a dozen like her. Why don't you come in, uh – what was your name again?"
"Wendy Evans," she said meekly.
"Well, come on in, Wendy," he said. "We'll talk about your problem."
Wendy followed him into the expensively furnished hotel suite. She took a seat on the couch and felt more nervous than ever. She was actually alone with a well-known TV personality. The most famous person she'd ever met before was the Oakdale mayor, and he was hardly headline material.
"Drink, Wendy?" Joe Haynes' said. "I'm going to have a martini."
Wendy hesitated. She'd never had alcohol before. But she wanted to appear sophisticated, so she said, "Oh, sure, that would be fine."
Haynes brought the martinis and sat beside her on the couch, so close that their knees almost touched. Wendy wrinkled her nose at the taste of the martini but forced herself to drink it. She knew she could use the calming effect of the liquor.
"Well, now, dear, what can I do for you?" Haynes said.
Wendy swallowed hard. "Mr. Haynes," she said, "I want to be in the Miss North America pageant more than anything in the world. It just means everything to me. I'm willing to do whatever is necessary to win that contest tomorrow. I know I'm not as talented as some of the other girls, but there are things I can do that they won't do. Perhaps you understand what I mean."
She let it go at that. She couldn't help the deep blush that spread over her face as she waited for his reply. Joe Haynes studied her with a faint smile, then took a sip of his drink. It seemed a million years before he finally spoke.
"The contest means that much to you?" he said.
"Everything," Wendy said earnestly.
He reached out and unzipped her jumpsuit clear to her waist. Wendy flinched but forced herself to sit still, even to smile. Haynes studied her luscious large cream-pale tits which strained at the confinement of her little blue lace bra. His cool scrutiny made Wendy blush even harder.
"Wendy," he said, "how many guys have you balled?"
"Just one," she said meekly.
"And who was that?" he said. "Please, I have to know."
Wendy swallowed hard and said, "Harvey Hollis. Maybe you never heard of him."
"Oh, I've heard of old Harvey," Haynes chuckled. "Even met him. He was the MC for the Miss Oakdale contest last week, wasn't he? And I'll just bet that you're Miss Oakdale."
Wendy nodded.
Joe Haynes sighed. "Well, honey, you've certainly found one tried and true way to win beauty contests. It remains to be seen just how well you do it, though. Anyhow, I'm game. If you please me tonight, I can see that you win tomorrow."
"I'll try, Mr. Haynes," Wendy said eagerly.
"Joe," he said. "Now please stand up and take off your clothes."
Wendy felt greatly relieved that he'd agreed to her bargain – but she still had to please him, and that made her anxious. A handsome well-known man like Haynes must have had hundreds of girls in his time, and he wouldn't be easy to impress. Her sexual experience was almost non-existent. Nervously she got to her feet.
"Relax," Joe chuckled. "I won't bite. Just take your clothes off nice and slow, okay?"
"Okay, Joe," Wendy said timidly.
She unzipped her jumpsuit the rest of the way and wriggled out of the tight garment, standing before Joe in just her little blue bikini bra and panties. While he watched with a faintly amused smile, she unhooked her bra and slowly drew it off. She wished she could stop blushing – it looked so amateurish – but she couldn't help it.
Wendy dropped her bra on the floor. Joe ogled the superb firm thrust of her big melon-shaped tits. He studied the flawless creamy flesh of her boobs and her little beige nipples. His keen blue-grey eyes seemed to burn right through her body, and Wendy couldn't stop quivering.
"Gorgeous," he said at last. "If the contest was just based on boobs, you'd win the national title easily. But let's see the rest of you."
With trembling hands Wendy seized the waistband of her skimpy blue panties and slowly drew the garment down. She stood half turned away from Joe, so that he was able to see both the pert little globes of her ass and the lush brown curls of her small triangular bush. The panties slithered down her legs, and she stepped out of them, totally naked.
Again Joe took his time studying her body. Wendy felt like she was on stage. She struggled to control her nervous trembling as he gazed at her glossy brown muff, her long lovely legs, and her full ripe jugs. Finally he drained his martini glass and spoke.
"You have a fantastic body, Wendy," he said. "It all depends now on how you use it. For instance, you're much more attractive than that whore I just threw out of here, but can you match her talents in bed?"