“Is this the new Emillio Sanchez?” the reporter asked
sarcastically.

I ignored the sarcasm and glanced at Ingrid in the
corner. “This is the winning Emillio Sanchez,” I said
and left the conference.

After showering and changing, I waited in front of my
bungalow for Kimberley. Ingrid had simply told me to
enjoy myself and the thought of what might happen had my
cock squirming in the chastity tube. Kimberley roared up
in her sports-car, dark hair loose and dressed in a
short, figure hugging white dress. She flashed me a
smile and we drove at high speed to the Flamingo Hilton
on the strip.

The valet fawned over her as she led me to a suite.
Shutting the door, she smiled at me and my cock squirmed
once more. “A good win today,” she said, sliding her
arms around my waist and I stared down at her large
breasts. “Ingrid was damn pleased.” She noticed where I
was looking and laughed. “You are one horny boy, aren’t
you?”

“You said it would be special,” I leered.

“Okay, get your clothes off.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice and I quickly stripped
all my clothes off, standing before her in my chastity
tube. Kimberley bundled all my clothes up and calmly
walked out the door, leaving me naked and confused. When
she returned without the clothes, she smiled. “Just a
guarantee you’ll put that thing back on when we’re
finished. There’s nothing for you to wear in this suite
and no money. Nothing.”

“Ingrid thinks of everything,” I said bitterly.

“Yes, that’s why you won today, kiddo.” Kimberley handed
me a small key. “That will unlock it.”

I fumbled for a moment and managed to slide the tube
off. In seconds my poor cock surged to hardness.

Kimberley giggled. “Poor thing,” she smiled. “Didn’t
take long at all.”

I moved towards her and she raised a hand. “Stop. Move
any closer and I scream. Ingrid has detectives outside
and you’ll be arrested for rape. End of a career that’s
just starting to shine.”

“But…” I said, confused. “You said it would be
special.”

“And it will be.” Kimberley smiled at me. “You don’t
have to jerkoff alone. I’ll be here to give you
something to look at.”

“What!” I was shocked. “Couldn’t you?” I asked, leaving
it unfinished but she knew what I was asking and shook
her head.

“Nope. I do fitness, not handjobs, buster. That
tournament wasn’t that big a win. Now,” she said
briskly, “I’ve got some Kleenex here for you.” She
handed me a wad of tissues. “Why don’t you get on with
it so we can go and have a celebratory drink.”

My cock throbbed and I desperately wanted to cum so I
slid my hand around it in that familiar grip. “That’s
the boy,” she smiled. “Do it slow so you get enjoyment
out of it.” My hand started to slide up and down my cock
as I flushed with embarrassment but I couldn’t stop.
Quickly, I was heading for the edge and she sensed it.