Chapter 10: Another Try

A different song started, one with a definite beat to it that Logan recognized as one of Jubilee's favorite song. The announcer behind the mike turned to the audience. "And now that you've seen the competition, gentlemen, here's the reigning champion of the Dotson's Pit Barbecue wet t-shirt contest, Miiiiss Jubilee!"

Jubilee peeked out shyly from between the folds of the heavy red curtain, then smiled coyly and slipped one lean leg out from between the curtain. She was wearing daisy dukes, and the amount of leg that showed was impressive. Then she grabbed the curtains and whipped them open, prancing out onto the stage wearing one of the Dotson's t-shirts that all the girls entering the contest wore. Logan blinked. Remy stared.

There was a lot less of that shirt on Jubilee than there had been on the girl who had just walked across the stage. While she was waiting behind the makeshift stage, Jubilee had taken a pair of scissors to the lower portion of the shirt, just below her ribcage. She had, in effect, turned the t-shirt into a crop top. And there was a lot of tanned skin showing under it.

The guys whooped, hollered, and cheered, but Logan was puzzled. It was supposed to be a wet t-shirt contest; so why wasn't the shirt wet?

Jubilee pranced on her stiletto heels down the stage and stopped in front of a stool with a bucket of water beside it. She sat down on the stool with her knees pressed demurely together, and made a show of crossing and uncrossing her ankles several times, showing off those tight denim shorts; then she grinned, leaned so far over that the men watching and hollering could see a great deal of her cleavage, and picked up the bucket. Hefting it, she slowly began to pour the water it held over her head, soaking her hair, shoulders, shirt, and shorts. The whistles, stamps, and screaming increased in volume, until the bucket ran out of water. As it slowed to a trickle, Jubilee slowly stuck out her tongue, caught the last few drops of water on it, and licked her lips with that wet, glistening pink tongue.

Remy grinned and sat back as Logan looked at the men standing all around them, clapping and screaming and stamping. Wolf whistles came from all the men around them, and Logan's eyes started to bulge a little as guys crowded up to the end of the stage and started tossing little paper airplanes made of dollar bills at her. Jubilee stood there, smiling and flushed, gathering up the money that had fallen to the stage. This just sent the men into further frenzies of whistling and cheering as she bent over, molding the wet shorts to her bottom. Remy watched as she unfolded the bills delicately, smoothing them out, and he also noticed that not all of them were ones. She jumped off the stage, pressed the fistful of dollars into Logan's hand with a wide grin, kissed him quickly on the cheek and got back up on the stage.

"And now, to determine our winner. Let's hear a show of applause for your pick. Our first contestant, Miss Cindy!" There was a smattering of applause, but not much. Logan couldn't blame them. Cindy looked like a horse. Nice tits, but the face would throw any man off his stroke. "Our second contestant, Miss April!" April was a red-head with freckles. She was moderately prettier, but still couldn't hold a candle to Jubilee. Apparently Logan wasn't the only one who thought so. "Miss Gretchen!"

This girl looked a bit like Jean. Big, eye-popping bust, full, pursed red lips, thick wavy red hair. Logan clapped and whistled for her, and Remy shot him a dirty look. "Whose side you on?"

"Hey, can't help it if Jubes ain't really my type," Logan said, but sat down.

Jubilee got the most applause of all, but since an equal number of people had expressed approval of 'Gretchen', there was a short pause while the owner of the bar and the man behind the mike argued. "We have a two-way tie," the man behind the mike finally said. "Between Gretchen and our reigning champion, Miss Jubilee! Therefore, we are going to have a tiebreaker event. Our girls will do a dance for you; and whichever one wins your approval, she'll be crowned the winner of our contest! Ladies, are you ready?"

Gretchen won the coin toss and went first. She pranced up and down the stage, wiggled her ass and cupped her tits and shook them a little, making them jiggle. Logan whooped and hollered. Remy glowered at him.

Then Jubilee came out…and Logan almost gasped in shock. Jubilee had cut the shirt open from neck to ribs, using two little tails to tie the front of the shirt together just under her ribs. Her tan satin bra peeked out from between the front pieces of the shirt.

She did a slinky little cat walk down the front of the stage, and when she reached the puddle of water left from her earlier performance, she went to her knees and crawled into the puddle, staring directly at Remy. She licked her lips in an inviting gesture, then reached up behind her. He wasn't sure how she did it, but she shimmied out of the bra with a gentle wriggle, and he reached out blindly as the bra came sailing toward him, and snatched it out of the air. Jubilee grinned at him as she lay face down on the stage, pressed the front of her t-shirt into the water puddle, then looked back up. Now there were two dark regions just under the shirt where her nipples would be. She stared straight at the two men, pursed her lips, and blew a kiss at them. As Logan stared, the spectators exploded. She won the contest, of course; it was unanimous. Gretchen couldn't compete with her after that performance.

She retrieved her bra from Remy, replaced the ruined wet t-shirt with a dry one, and climbed into Remy's pickup, counting the money as Logan helped Gretchen into his jeep. She grinned, gave him a thumbs-up sign, and sat back as Remy drove out of the parking lot. "What did you think?" she grinned at him, sounding satisfied with herself. "Won another year's free first drinks for me, and a free dinner of ribs the next time we go." Remy didn't say a word, but continued driving.

Jubilee leaned forward. "Remy? Remy, are you okay? You're not mad at me, are you?"

Remy found a quiet stretch of road and pulled over to the shoulder. Turning off the engine, he leaned over the seat and fastened his lips on hers in a hungry kiss. She was startled for a moment, then responded in kind. Finally he sat back. "Been wantin' to do dat since I saw you up dere," he said. "Jubes…I like de display. But next time, do Remy a favor and keep your bra on, huh?"

Jubilee laughed. "Jealous?"

"Oui," Remy surprised himself by admitting it. "Oui, I was, seein' all dose ot'er men standing dere whooping an' hollering make me awfully jealous. Made me realize you could have any guy you want out there. Don' like dat t'ought." He started the jeep again. "What you say we give you an' me another try?"

Jubilee's enthusiastic kiss was answer enough.

Hope you all enjoyed that one!

I'm pretty busy working on the Jubes/Logan A/U fic right now (it's up to 30 chapters so far, and getting longer!) so there might be a little bit of time without posts. Maybe….actually, maybe I'll toss up the Ororo/OC fic I wrote a couple of months ago called 'Presents'. Yeah.

Okay. Next story up, 'Presents'. Ororo befriends a lonely little girl living in the house next door to the mansion, the daughter of Charles's old school friend.

Hope to see you all there for the new story!

Jaenelle Angelline