Prologue: Wet T-shirt Contest

Jamie Henderson had just arrived at one of his Las Vegas hotels, The Bay Resort and Casino, where he would be spending the weekend. He decided to take a stroll around the expensive and extravagant property to see the latest renovations that had been carried out in his absence and the first thing that caught his eye was the club building.

He crossed the wide parking lot to the neon-lit club with bouncers outside. They nodded in greeting as he walked past them and into the enclosed space, which was filled to the brim with people. The first thing that greeted him was the pungent smell of weed and the boisterous cheers of the crowd gathered near the stage.

His gaze narrowed as he tried to understand why there was a makeshift stage and why the crowd was roaring with excitement. But his questions were soon answered when a man stepped forward who appeared to be the host of the show in progress.

"Contestant number twenty is up!" he announced, and even more cheers came from the crowd as a blonde woman in skimpy shorts and a white t-shirt took the stage.

Jamie's eyes were fixed on the blonde as she walked on shaky legs and laughed hysterically.

Her posture amused him and he couldn't help but compare her to a doll. Her long, wavy blonde hair shimmered in the bright stage lights and her smooth, creamy white skin looked almost like porcelain. His gaze traveled down the oversized t-shirt that hid her body until his eyes landed on her smooth, shapely legs exposed by her shorts. He suddenly felt the need to approach her and caress her thighs just to feel that skin against his palm.

Jamie continued to stare at the blonde woman, almost lost to his surroundings and his curiosity waning, but he was quickly brought back to reality when he saw someone pour a bucket of water on the blonde, successfully drenching her so badly that her once shiny blonde hair lost its lustre and was now stuck to her face. Worse still, the large white shirt she was wearing clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination as it outlined her ample breasts and the curve of her hips. Jamie blinked, the crowd's uproar sailing into his ears as it finally dawned on him.

It was a wet t-shirt contest.

He was still in shock from what he had just witnessed when the crowd started chanting that she wasn't wet enough and to his bewilderment, another bucket of water was dumped on the blonde.

Not only was the outline of her body visible this time, but the white shirt became transparent, hugging her body and revealing the skin underneath and her pale pink nipples, now imprinted on the sheer fabric of her shirt.

Jamie blinked, a wave of lust hitting him at the sight in front of him. His dark, hungry eyes swept over her body, moving slowly from her face hidden behind her wet hair down to her slender neck where he had a strange need to suck on before gliding slowly to her chest, to see the luscious globes and the hard tips of her nipples pressed tight against the wet top. Not only could he make out their shape, but he could see the tone of her porcelain skin, and his mouth watered. He was still engrossed in the sight when he heard the host's voice.

"Do you like what you see?"

Loud cheers from the raging crowd was the answer that came and suddenly Jamie snapped out of his trance and he looked around to see that he wasn't the only one interested in the woman that was on stage. All the men in the room had the same lustful expression on their faces and it annoyed him that they wanted the same thing as he did. His teeth gritted, his eyes darkened, and his palms clenched into fists as what he soon realized was jealousy began to build inside him.

Having a sudden need to cover her and shield her from their lecherous eyes, he took a step forward, but his senses hit him and he stopped, realizing he was thinking like a caveman and she was not his business to handle. This only annoyed him more, but he stood still, clinging to his last ounce of self-control. But that was broken when he saw the woman frown and tug at the soaked T-shirt.

She pulled it harder, stretching it tightly over her breasts and the crowd went crazier than before.

"I guess Bambi wants to give us a show", the host announced and Jamie gritted his teeth, his heart pounding against her chest.

He felt like going up to the host and slamming him against the wall for even putting on such a show.

The woman tried to move but stumbled horribly and nearly hit the host, but he laughed and stepped aside.

Jamie knew she was drunk from the way her legs were shaking.

Was that why she willingly agreed to give them a public show? He wondered inwardly, but all thoughts left him the moment she pulled the wet shirt harder and tried to take it off.

Without thought, Jamie stormed towards the stage, his last shred of control gone as he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. She laughed hysterically and he shot a death glare at the host when he tried to stop him. He turned on his heels and was about to leave, but a brunette appeared from the side and grabbed his arm.

"Leave my friend alone," she shouted.

Jamie's hard gaze fell on her and she fearfully let go of his arm, stepping back.

Her words only made him angrier, knowing she was there the whole time and had been watching her drunk friend make a fool of herself to the extent she was about to undress in front of all these people.

He stormed out of the club and left to the main hotel building, riding the elevator to his suite on the top floor. Everywhere he passed people looked at him like he was crazy because a giggling woman was hanging from his shoulder and water was dripping on his expensive suit.