"I won bitches!"
Those were the words anyone staying adjacent to the master suite on the 19th floor of downtown Miami's "The Cascade" were liable to hear resonating through the walls, if any of the lavish hotel's guests happened to still be awake at 3am on a Monday morning. The boast came from the mouth of Alexa Jensen, and she was ecstatic, to say the least.
"Ieeyyy, cold!" Were her next words.
She was fresh from the shower, and scurrying across the tiled floor; all the while making effort not to slip. She had hopped in to wash off her stage-tan, some of her make up, wash her hair, and the room was at a rather chilly 69° - it was summer after all, and South Florida was rather sweltering that time of year.
Adorable as her scurrying was in her frigid state; her soaked, naked body was truly something to behold. Countless hours spent in the gym had sculpted and toned her already naturally defined abdominals, quadriceps, calves, shoulders and arms, and of course, her perky round bubble-butt; all into a victorious work of art, without losing any of her petite femininity. While her stage-tan had been washed off; time spent in the tanning bed, and laying out when she could, gave her entire body a deep, bronze glow that was to die for - after all, "If you're gonna tone it, you gotta tan it": her trainer had always said.
"Cold, cold, cold!"
Lexi was naked, she was wet, and the room was freezing. Yet her destination would soon remedy that. The suite's luxuriously oversized bathtub had been filled to the rim with hot water and an entire bottle of bubble-soap. Robust mountains of soft, lavender-scented foam, invited her cold body into a steaming, soapy, mercy of decadence, and she accepted the invitation by diving in headfirst. Pure bliss soothed her entire body when she submerged herself. Icy cold, to steaming hot; no better feeling. After the soapy water began to sting her eyes, she broke through a bubble mountain, and re-emerged.
"Bleggghhhh!" She spat out a mouthful of suds.
The attempt at brushing off the bubbles that now completely covered her head and face was only partially successful, as her arms and hands and were covered as well. After an entire minute of struggling, she was finally content with being able to clear the better part of her face - eyes, mouth, nose (the important stuff) - although foam still encased the rest of her head in a hood. Her appearance was somewhat comical in that she almost resembled a white hooded nun, although she was pretty far from being a nun - and soon would be even further. Her blue eyes were bloodshot and stinging from the bubble-soap, but it was tolerable. Her unorthodox entry had been fun and she'd laughed through the entirety of her struggle with the bubbles. She closed her eyes and relaxed her head back against the padded rim of the tub. She was in the bath. She felt like a princess, or better yet, a young queen.
"Mmmmm..." She purred in relaxation. "I won..."
This time her words were soft and faint. For the first time, she was truly taking it all in.
"Yes you did." Came a man's voice. "And to the victor go the spoils."
Lexi opened her eyes, bit the lower half of her bee-stung lips, and looked up at Ted Garrett.
"No more champagne." He said. "You've been pulling water, and you sweat a lot a lot under those stage lights. You need to hydrate."
Ted twisted the cap off of a bottle of water and handed it to her.
"Awww...but I'm celebrating." Lexi said, making a coquettish, sad-puppy face.
"Drink." Said Ted.
Lexi blew out a sigh, accepted the bottle, and started to chug. Ted had to shake his hand free of the excess bubbles that had transferred to his hand from Lexi's foam-covered arm. Lexi's eyes followed the discarded, soapy clouds with whimsy, as they floated through the air, and back down to the endless mountains she soaked beneath.
"You did more than just win." Ted folded his arms, while he looked down and observed Lexi's decadence. "You set a record. Youngest competitor ever to win Bikini in the Federation. You made history tonight...that's no small feat."
"Mmm...I don't know. My feet are pretty small." Lexi giggled, and raised her foot out of the water.
She could just barely make out the hot-pink hue of her pedicure that crowned her dainty toes, as she wiggled them through the mounds of suds - they had matched her bikini at the competition.
"Baby feet." She assessed with a gleeful squeak, before re-submerging her foot - at 5'3 and a size 6, they were pretty small.
"I'm serious." Ted continued. "At 20, you can't even go downstairs to the bar and order a drink, but you just won the fucking show!" Ted was having to let it all sink in himself. "You kicked ass and took names tonight, for real."
With her already inflated ego bolstered by Ted's words: Lexi opted to set down her water and make a strong pose; singing a line from Katy Perry's "Roar", which had been one of her favorites growing up.
"Cause I am The Champion, and you're gonna hear me Roaaa...blegh!"
The last line was choked by more bubbles that floated into Lexi's face as she posed; she spat them out, laughed, and then rubbed her face in the soapy mound. The bubbles just smelt so good, and they were silky.
Ted watched Lexi play in her bubble bath, and shook his head in awe. Lexi was beyond adorable - she was beyond sexy - and above all...she was his. He would never forget the day in San Francisco when that seventeen-year-old, half-Norwegian, half-Brazilian, Melbourne/S.F. raised, blonde bombshell had approached him at the gym. Ted was well known as one of the best female fitness trainers in the business, and word got around. Lexi came right out and asked Ted if he'd train her. She had already been a gymnast throughout her childhood and pre-teen years in Australia, and when she moved to the U.S. with her family, she became a driving force on her High School's Championship Cheerleading Squad; even competing on ESPN.
Ted had asked Lexi why she wanted to become a fitness competitor. She told him, after not getting the Captain position on her squad, and her squad subsequently finishing third in the competition; she was ready to take her abilities, and her body, to the next level. Ted could tell that Lexi had the drive, the talent, and the passion; but he didn't take on underage pupils. She promised him she'd be hitting him up on her eighteenth birthday. Ted didn't really think much of it. But then on the day she turned eighteen, there she was in her gym clothes, ready to roar, and take on the world; so he obliged. He pushed her hard, and she excelled; exceeding his expectations. Ted had money; he was a trust-fund baby, and he was able to completely take Lexi under his wing. He subjected her to brutal, no-days-off training sessions. Lexi hadn't had much experience with weight training up to that point, but she took to it all like a fish in water; she was a prodigy. Ted's deep funds also allowed him to buy her all the right quality supplements, and put her on a strict and expensive nutrition regimen. He then watched her already athletic, and well defined body, transform into the Championship Prize that it was today. But over the past year and a half, he had become a little more than just her trainer.
"You're The Champion alright." He said, watching Lexi spread her bubbly arms across the tub's edge.
"Rub my shoulders." She said.
"Yes ma'am."
Lexi's perfect teeth sparkled as she grinned at Ted's obedience, and hummed in pleasure as he began to knead into her shoulder blades.
"You're slippery." He said.
"Quit complaining." She reached back and directed his hands deeper into her shoulders. "Mmmm...right there."
Ted looked at the perfect symmetry of the portions of Lexi's arms that weren't coated with foam. Her dark, bronze-tan, was nice and deep, and the soapy water complimented it beautifully; giving her muscle tone a gorgeous sheen. As her trainer: he admired his work. As a man: he was getting turned on.
"Mmmm." Lexi was in a meditative state; turning her head clockwise with Ted's hands as he rubbed.
Truth is: the two had slept together. They had been together many times, and it was Lexi who had first initiated it and not Ted. To Ted's credit, he had admirably made a concerted effort to keep their relationship strictly professional for the entirety of the first year of Lexi's training. Almost in his mid-thirties, Ted was significantly older. But then, on the night of her nineteenth birthday, she broke up with her quarterback boyfriend, whom she had dated in high school, and showed up at Ted's condo. She was devastated and vulnerable, and Ted - once again to his credit - had tried to play the role of big brother. But as he held and comforted her, that didn't last. She kissed him, and then her hands started to go for broke. He was able to resist for all about thirty seconds, before they were both naked in his bed, his dick was in her tight pink pussy, and she was riding him like a bronco. Incredibly, it didn't seem to change the dynamic of their professional relationship; in fact, the quasi-romanticism seemed to strengthen things. Ted kept pushing, and Lexi kept grinding; harder even, it seemed.
They had continued their sexual relations off and on. Lexi had even dated a couple of physique model guys over the course of the last year and a half, but all of her would-be suitors seemed to go as quickly as they came. Ted never let any of that phase him on an emotional level. He just kept pushing, and she just kept grinding. Were they in a romantic relationship? Ted didn't know, and frankly at this point he didn't care. How many countless men out there wouldn't sell their souls, to have a goddess like Lexi to play with? But, Ted wasn't perfect. He had his fetishes - his fantasies. Inevitably he had been able to slowly, but surely get Lexi to accommodate some of them. He had coaxed her into letting him de-virginize her ass, and doing anal - he had talked her into a role-playing fantasy, with him donning a cop outfit, and handcuffing her to the bed - food fetish fantasies, involving whip cream, chocolate syrup, and strawberries - he had even coaxed her into public sex once; getting her to agree to let him fuck her in the gym sauna. But there was one fantasy he had yet to be successful in turning into a reality, and that was coaxing Lexi into experimenting with another woman. Lexi had always been straight, and whenever Ted had tried to fish, and slyly cast the subject out there; Lexi had seemed uncomfortably dismissive. But backstage, in the wake of Lexi's victory the previous evening; Ted had secretly witnessed something transpire with Lexi and her runner-up, Isa Baretti. A chiseled, hard bodied, full blooded Brazilian who was known in the bodybuilding community for being a bit on the scandalous side. Ted decided it was time to stir the pot. He couldn't help it.
"So..." He said.
Lexi opened her eyes halfway. She had nearly dozed off in the bliss of the shoulder rub.
"What did you think of your competition? The girls you went up against tonight?"
"You mean the girls I destroyed tonight?" Lexi perked up; putting her arrogance on display.
"Yeah...the girls you destroyed. What'd you think of them?"
Lexi was getting a little confused. It seemed like Ted might be up to something. In all truthfulness, she knew he was up to something. "Meh...they were all good I guess." She said. "They brought it." She scrunched her soapy face; still trying to figure out where Ted was going with this exactly.
"Which ones did you like the best?" Ted asked.
Lexi turned her head, causing Ted to cease the massage. She grabbed her water and drained the rest of the bottle before answering him.
"They were my enemies, my foes. We all play nice, sure, but in the end we were all there for one thing, and one thing only...to win! And that's what I did tonight. Hail to the queen bitches!"
Lexi was young and brash to be sure.
