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down, hitting his jeans, he didn’t even wince. If anything, he looked more eager than before.
    The crowd was eating up his display. If I wasn’t so disturbed by his antics, I might have been concerned that I wasn’t going to win the contest for Meredith.
    All too soon the song ended and I had to help the brunette in my arms off the stage. A red lace bra landed in front of me as I turned to walk backstage. I picked it up with a wide smile on my face, held it up in a thank you and tucked it in my back pocket.
    “That was fucking awesome,” Jase exclaimed as I joined the three guys backstage.
    “I hope this doesn’t take too long. I want to catch up with that dark haired beauty brandishing a whip. She was fucking hot.” The stupid look on Calvin’s face was unsettling.
    “You’ve got issues,” Drake said with a shake of his head.
    “All right, ladies. Help me get our studs back out on the stage,” a sultry female voice echoed over the speakers. In turn, the crowd roared with catcalls, screams, and whistles.
    I grinned at my feet and shook my head. This was all so surreal. Especially the fact that I was enjoying it more than I probably should be. If asked, I might have even done another song.
    The spotlight shone brightly on our sweat slickened bodies when we walked back on stage.
    Center stage without my shirt on, I felt slightly exposed now that I wasn’t performing, but there was nothing I could do about it at that point. Hooking my thumbs in my belt loops, I planted my feet wide and waited for the noise to die down.
    “Phew... certainly some great man candy up here for us to look at. Right, ladies?” The voice amped the crowd back up to deafening levels.
    I spotted the brunette who danced with me up front and gave her a smile that she returned with one of her own. She tucked her wavy hair behind her ear and bit her lip, letting me know she was prime for the taking. I hadn’t been looking for a hookup this weekend, but I couldn’t deny that she tasted delicious earlier.
    “All right. It’s time to vote on which one of these studs got your blood pumping, your panties wet and your mouths drooling. All you ladies need to do is show some love for the one you want to see win VIP status for tomorrow night’s party. That means a special throne for our guy to reign over us all and free drinks the entire night. First up ladies is Calvin! Calvin step forward, honey. Don’t be afraid,” the hidden woman teased.
    Calvin stepped to the front of the stage and crossed his arms, making his biceps strain against the fabric of his t-shirt. On cue, the crowd applauded for him. It was a good showing, but I had a feeling it could be better.
    Next up was Jase, who sauntered towards the front of the stage and flicked two fingers out at the crowd from his brow, making everyone cheer. He took his shirt off and flexed the muscles of his pecs a few times. When the applause started for him, it was definitely louder than Calvin’s.
    When Jase moved to the side where Calvin waited, Drake stepped forward. He slowly lifted his tank top, teasing the women with glimpses of his abs. The applause started off slower than Jase’s but quickly built when he encouraged them by waving his arms.
    Shit, his tactics were going to be tough to beat. My shirt was already off so it wasn’t like I had anything to tease them with. If it were Calvin or Jase with the best reaction, I wouldn’t have minded. There was no way in hell I was going to lose to this fucker though.
    “Next up is Ben. He’s the body from the hottest book cover I’ve seen all year!”
    The crowd already started whistling and catcalling as I stepped forward into the spotlight once again. Feeling slightly self-conscious, I nervously ran my hands over my chest causing a fresh wave of sounds to echo through the crowd.
    Huh. That was easy and it gave me a great idea to kick Drake’s ass.
    When the announcer told the crowd to vote for me, instead of urging them on the way Drake