The sectional
competition for the 2000 World Finals was fiercer than ever this year. It was rumored one of Tami’s competitors had spent $15,000
to have a song written just for use with her figure skating routine. Another was said to have spent $1,200 on her costume. Tami had no such resources available to her and it was
driving her mother-manager crazy.
Tami was a late
bloomer in more ways than one. Still very flat-chested
and suffering from at 14 she had initially used her skating as an emotional
release. She had always liked figure skating but probably lack the drive
to have gotten to the sectional on her own. Her mother
had driven her to do better than her best. Now, at
almost 19, a clear complexion and 36C breasts garnered the attention of most
males she encountered. She was one of the older female
skaters in the field of mostly 16 and 17 year olds.
Although the
abilities of the skaters was as important as ever, the recent competitions
had shown that the presentation was now equally important and could effect
the results in close competitions. Tami fretted as
she finished her final practice period, but her mother had promised she had
something special that would help.
Tami’s mother
had told her to be at her small dressing room two hours early. She was to already showered and in just her robe. Tami arrived at her dressing room in plenty of time. She stripped down and slipped into her robe and shower
sandals. With a towel in hand she locked her dressing
room drawer and walked to the shower room. Even in
her long terrycloth robe she felt self-conscious as she stepped into an empty
stall and hung her robe over the door.
Tami had never
been that self-conscious of her body until her breasts had bloomed. The attention that they received had caused her to be
confused. She was proud that she finally had a nice
chest, but was embarrassed that they seemed to get more attention that the
rest of her especially with the boys. She had had
little time in her busy training schedule. The only
sexual release she had ever had was in those few things she had brought herself
to orgasm in a shower or bath. She looked forward
to a break in her training regimen to find and enjoy the right boy.
Tami shampooed
her short hair and was finishing her shower when she noticed that her robe
was no longer hanging on the door. Fortunately, she
had hung her towel on the hook inside the door. She
dried off and wrapped the large towel around her body. The
towel more than adequately covered her from armpits to knees, but she still
felt almost naked. She padded back to her dressing
room and was happy that she had kept the key on a chain around her neck. She had just gotten seated inside when her mother burst
in with another woman.
Her mother ordered
Tami to stand and drop her towel. With no introduction or explanation the
other woman started applying paint to Tami’s body. Tami
shut her mouth waited for her mother to explain as the other woman’s brush
works on Tami’s shoulders and back. Finally her mother
explained that most of Tami’s special costume would be painted directly to
her skin. Her mother held up two small pieces of material
that left Tami blushing. The first strip was little
more than a sweatband that would pinch her breasts and barely cover her nipples. The second piece was a tiny g-string that would barely
cover anything. Both pieces of material had a psychedelic
pattern. Tami looked in the mirror to see that the
pattern was matched by the paint being applied to her body. The painter had just reached her breasts and the brushes
tinkled her pert nipples.
Tami was shocked
by her mother’s plan. While her mother had been quite
demanding she had shown Tami care and affection. She
had never do anything to deliberately embarrassed Tami….until now. The thought of performing her free style figure skating
routine in front of thousands (and the camera) wearing the only tiny top
and bottom sent a chill straight to the pit of her stomach. This feeling grew as she felt the painter’s brush drop
to work between her legs. She found herself squirm
as the brush did more than just tickle her. Warmth
grew between her legs and grew upward through her stomach and on to her breasts. Her mother told Tami to hold still so that the painter
could continue working. Tami closed her eyes and bit
her lip.
After two hours
the painter circled Tami and declared her work done. Tami
opened her eyes and stared at herself in the mirror. The
painting was beautiful and effective. She appeared
to be wearing a snug strapless one-piece swimsuit. The
pattern was a bright psychedelic pattern much like the two small pieces of
material her mother had said was her costume.
Her mother snapped
her fingers to get Tami’s attention. Tami turned to
see the two small pieces of her costume dangling from her mother’s outstretched
hand. Tami grabbed the g-string first and carefully
pulled it up her legs and into place. The material’s
pattern seemed to disappear into the pattern of the body paint. Tami more slowly pulled the sweatband-like top over her
head and down her body and arranged it so that the pattern on the material
aligned with the one on her body. Her firm breasts
slightly bulged above and below the top band of the cloth.
She did not need it for support. It was centered
over her now prominent firm nipples. Those two small
bits of cloth calmed Tami, but she still felt the inner warmth between her
legs and across her breasts. She took several deep
breaths to settle herself.
It was time
for her to report to the arena for her performance. Tami’s
mother handed her the sweatpants and jacket which she donned immediately. Tami grabbed her skate bag and slipped on sneakers. She followed her mother from the dressing room and they
walked through the seemingly endless corridors. Suddenly
they stepped into the brightly-lit arena. Her mother
led Tami to a seat and they waited for Tami to be called.
She removed her sneakers and, with a deep breath, pulled the sweatpants
off. She worked her skates onto her feet and tightened
the laces. The chair was cold on her nearly naked
bottom. Tami pretended to watch a skater perform,
but she really was trying to work up the confidence she needed for her own
routine. Much too soon it was her time and her name
was called. She stood and removed her jacket before
stepping to the gate to the ice.
Tami stepped
on the ice and glided to her starting point. The music
started and she pumped with her legs to build speed. She
zoomed down the ring and circled back toward her start position. Half down she jumped and performed a perfect double. The immediately built more speed and perform a ballet
like jump to the music. Her bare legs flashed as she
performed a camel and drove back down the ice. Everything
seemed perfect.
On her third
pass down the ice Tami felt the g-string panty shift as she performed another
jump. Only her intense concentration made her keep
her arms straight out from her shoulders. If she dropped
her arms to grab her loose panty it would cause her to lose points. As she continued only her quickly pumping legs kept the
g-string from falling down her legs. She could not
afford to let them drop to her ankles – that would trip her up and ensure
that she would fall greatly in the standings. During
her next spin she locked her arms tightly against her body. With no alternative in mind she hooked her thumbs under
the strings and popped them apart. In the blur of
the fast spin no one noticed her stuff the panty into her left hand. Fear and embarrassment caused her already flushed cheeks
to become even redder. With the TV audience she was
figure skating bottomless before potentially millions. She
hoped the paint would hide her naked shame.
With a lot more
than normal on her mind Tami continued to the last run of her routine. She charged down the ice and curved into her final spin. The speed of her spin was faster than any she had done
before -- she was just a blur to the live audience. As
the music stopped she used her toe pick to stop suddenly.
There was a
moment of dead silence as Tami froze with a smile on her face. She had done everything perfectly.
The crowd exploded
with applause and cheering. She breathed heavily and
felt healthy sweat cover her body as she took a deep bow.
Bent forward so that her back was almost parallel to the ice, she felt
the band around her chest part over her backbone. In
an amazing reflex action she caught the sweatband in midair as it dropped
from her body. The audience saw her hand flash, but
did not realize what had happened. Gritting her teeth
to keep the smile on her face, she straightened. She
kept her legs together and her arms clasped in front of her as she skated
slowly to the gate. Her mother smiled as she met her
at the gate. As Tami slid to a stop her mother’s smile
took on a strained looked as she realized her daughter’s naked condition. No one else seemed to notice. Unfortunately,
they had to walk back to Tami’s chair where she had left her sweatsuit.
Tami reached
her seat when the scores for her routine were flashed on the scoreboard. Her score placed her in first place with a good margin. She could not resist raising her arms over her head and
doing a quick jump for joy. She felt her breasts
bounce and quickly pulled on her jacket and zipped it shut. She looked down for her sweatpants but they were not in
sight. Her metal seat was positively freezing against
her naked butt.
--
Several chairs
to the right of Tami sat Jessica. With Tami score
Jessica had dropped to third place. If one of the remaining
contestants did well Jessica could drop to fifth and be eliminated from the
team to the World Finals. Jessica had already performed
her free style routine and could do nothing to change the scores. However, Jessica had a quick eye. She
had watched Tami performance and thought she had seen Tami palm something. On Tami’s next turn at the near end of the arena, Jessica
had watched Tami’s waist and ass very carefully.
“My God, she’s
bottomless.” An evil smile crept onto Jessica’s face. With all eyes on Tami, Jessica had scooted over a few
empty seats and hooked a toe on the waistband of Tami’s sweatpants. She pulled the pants toward her and rolled them into a
ball, hiding it under her own seat. “At least I’ll
have some revenge.”
--
Tami’s fear
of discovery increased with each passing moment. She
pulled on the sweat jacket, but it was tailored to barely reach the top of
her hips. She could not leave until all the contestants
had skated and the final scored announced. With each
passing moment her fear of discovery increased. She
squirmed in her chair and failed to notice the paint that rubbed of her bottom. Her sweat had loosened the paint and each move left more
paint on the chair and less on her shapely ass.
The last skater
finished her routine with a near perfect performance. Tami
watched as the score as flashed. It came close, but
failed to top Tami’s score. Jessica’s groan was audible
to all those around her as she fell to fifth and failed to make the cut to
the next step to the World Finals.
Despite her
fear of discovery Tami was delighted to come out on top of the competition. The top three scorers were to step before the judges for
the presentation of their awards. Distracted by the
excitement, Tami rose and shrugged out of her jacket. She
stepped to the ice and pushed off toward the judges’ area.
A silence fell across the crowd for several seconds as Tami glided
over the ice and did a leisurely spin before stopping before the judges. She saw shock in the eyes of the judges just as cheers
and applause burst from the audience.
Tami looked
down and saw that the paint on her body was smeared. The
area of her breasts looked as if the paint had melted off to leave her most
of the pale mammary flesh quite visible. She clasped
her hands over her breasts and turned to charge toward her mother. The muscles of her firm ass cheeks were quite noticeable
as she worked her legs to move as fast as her embarrassment drove her. Her mother was waiting with Tami’s jacket and wrapped
it around her immediately. Tami pulled off her skates
before her mother hustled her out of the arena and to her dressing room.
--
Tami face was
still bright red as she watched the slow motion replay of her performance. Under this electronic replay it was oh so obvious that
she had performed that last of her performance bottomless.
Tami held her hands over her face and only peeked between her fingers
to see her even more revealing approach and flight from the judges’ area.
How could she
ever live this down?
--
Competitive
Pressure Force Rules Change
The performance of Tami Moyers at the sectional
for the World Figure Skating competition has sent shock waves through the
amateur community. Several of Miss Moyers competitors
have announced that they will follow her daring break through example. The rules committee for the World competition, seeing
no specific violations, has given Tami Moyers her position on the national
team.
Once again, I suspect the decisions of the owners
and rule-makers have been influenced by the dollars. The
ratings for the replay of Miss Moyers performance set new records for viewership
– as well as complaints from conservative groups. But
for every sponsor who threatened to cancel there were three bidders to take
their place.
This trend to more adult oriented sports has not
run its course, but seems more determined than ever to permanently change
the landscape of sports.