Leanna had told him she’d be coming on after Nikki, so when a big cheer whooped up from a group of college students, Axe peeled his eyes to the platform.
A slinky female with cat-eyed dark glasses, sleek and smooth black hair, wearing what looked like a metallic miniskirt of shiny, silvery fish scales strutted over the catwalk. The students raised their phones and chanted, “Nikki, Nikki, Nikki.”
Axe logged on to the charity app and gawked at the way the numbers rolled across the screen. Nikki slunk her way around the stripper pole, moving like a wiggling fish while unzipping the front of her miniskirt, bottom up.
The scales shed from her undulating body, and a group of cowboys let out loud rebel yells.
What the heck? Axe didn’t know Nikki had another contingent of fans.
She emerged from the sparkling sundress in a cutout bikini made with strings of red, white, and blue sequins.
“And here she is,” Rex shouted. “Miss America, Nikki Chu. Born on the 4thof July. Don’t forget to vote on the app for Nikki’s charity—Cows Across America, a traveling farm in the back of a semi to give children all across America a chance to milk a cow.”
Axe slapped his forehead as he watched the donations flood the app and spin the dial. How was Leanna going to win against Cows Across America?
Nikki finished her parade by grabbing a flag from one of the cowboys and strutting around the pool with it wrapped around her shoulders.
Had she stolen Leanna’s idea with the ode to America?
The rattling of snare drums heralded the next contestant. Axe and his cock stood up straighter, at attention, as an explosion of gold glitter blew out of the pool house, and Leanna burst out in a tight, bright-yellow dress that hugged all her curves. The hemline flared from her knees in with a large, asymmetrical fishtail ruffle, and the back punched all the way to her tailbone. The off-shoulder portion was a single, large ruffle floating over her huge breasts, and the fit of the dress accentuated her hourglass figure, boosting breasts and butt.
“And now, we have Miss Aztec Gold,” Rex announced. “Leanna Rivera, brighter than the noonday sun.”
Leanna threw her head back as she swung around the stripper pole, her thick, lush hair flying like a corona. She wore a golden crown embellished with flashing yellow LED lights. Her chest heaved, raising the fluttery ruffle, and she wrapped herself around the stripper pole so that it slid between her twin towers.
Axe blinked and missed it, but she ripped the dress down the middle and kicked it up and away.
Jingly, jangly gold coins were strung together in chains that were barely enough to cover her most delicious bits. Even worse, she ripped dangling coins off her bikini patches and tossed them at the audience.
Wolf whistles and hoots surged from the onlookers, and Axe lost sight of her when the entire contingent of college students, cowboys, old country club dudes, biker gang members, in fact, everyone with testosterone, encircled Leanna, trying to grab a coin or something else.
“Put your fingers on the app,” Rex crowed. “And give some serious coin to Leanna’s charity, the Ana and Eduardo Bandera College Fund. Give a well-deserving student a brighter, more dazzling future.”
Axe charged through the crowd, his heart punching his ribcage. Nobody better so much as touch the titties that belonged to him.
“Last chance to put in your votes. Donations close in fifteen minutes,” Rex said. “Check the leaderboard on the app, and give, give, give. Now, the ladies will all come forward to…”
An elbow caught Axe’s jaw. “Hey, stop shoving.”
A cowboy snagged a coin off Leanna’s buttocks, and a computer geek grabbed one off the triangle right above her nipple.
Leanna giggled and raised her hands, throwing coins she had in a basket she must have picked up. While her arms were raised, a biker dude copped a feel from her boobs, and another guy snapped the back of her bikini bottom.
“Don’t touch her.” Axe punched the biker closest to him.
And then the brawl started.
Punches, kicks, men throwing themselves against others. Wrestling and headbutting. Fists and shoves.
Axe swung and connected with any piece of beef he could get. The other guys piled on, and it was a free-for-all.
But Axe was out of control. He spun and punched, kicked and pushed, until many hands grabbed him, and he found himself on the bottom of a pileup.
“Settle down, Axe.” Ryker roared in his ear. “Leanna is embarrassed by you.”
Grumbling and mumbling, Axe dusted himself off and rubbed his aches. He didn’t dare look at Leanna, but even worse, his daughter saw him lose control.
“Keep donating!” Rex shouted above the melee. “Will it be Sexy Sherelle? Jolly Jolie? Lusty Leanna? Meaty Marisa? Nice Nikki, or Carousing Carol? Oh, oh, we have a late entrance. Everyone, get back in your seats. You won’t believe this, but the hottest celebrity to hit San Francisco is on deck.”
