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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you are below
the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any
reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it.

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Copyright (C) 2002 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved This story
may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed
with this notice attached.  The author may be contacted at
normdeploom@hotmail.com All the characters and events in this
story are fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.

Best of Show By Norm DePloom

Girl stood waiting for her turn; her muscles trembled with
nervous energy as her owner's hand moved soothingly over her
stomach, inspecting one last time to assure that all was ready
for her moment of glory.  When her owner signaled, Girl assumed
the display position; wrists together behind her back, elbows
held sharply, painfully back thrusting her breasts forward.  Girl
was filled with pride, she was proud of her owner/trainer for the
rigorous sessions that taught her to hold the position without
the aid of wrist or elbow straps.  The moment rapidly
approaching, Girl's owner quickly checked every aspect of her
stance, then gave her a re-assuring pat before using a piece of
ice to coax her excitement hardened nipples to stand just a
little taller and her areola to crinkle just a little tighter. 
As the previous contestant was moved by her trainer out of the
center of the arena, to stand in line with the others, Girl's
owner released the vacuum and removed the tiny bell jar that had
been gently encouraging Girl's clitoris to its maximum engorged
glory.  Lastly her owner inspected the tassels clipped to Girl's
lower lips to insure they were properly positioned, and all was
ready.

When the judge signaled, Girl's owner took up her leash and ran
along beside her as he led her into the arena then in a circle
around the judging pit; proudly displaying her for all to see. 
Each trotting step around the arena stimulated Girl's sensitive
clitoris.  Her breasts swayed and the tassels hanging between her
legs danced as she moved.  Occasionally one of them would bounce
high enough to gently flick at her clitoris.  After making a
complete circuit in front of the appreciative crowd, Girl's owner
brought her to a stop in front of the judge where Girl held her
position with muscle fatiguing perfection.  The judge walked
slowly around Girl, stopping to place a hand firmly on her
buttock then move the hand down the back of her thigh, squeezing
gently to check her muscle tone.  Walking back around to Girl's
front the judge thoroughly examined her breasts and nipples to
confirm that no surgical procedures had been used to enhance
their appearance.  At her owner's hand signal Girl moved
flawlessly from the basic display position to the second
position, and held it with perfection while the judge continued
inspecting her.  Another hand signal and Girl moved to the third
position, then finally to the fourth position where the judge
used the tassels to open her.  The judge examined Girl's most
intimate parts in a most intimate manner then nodded to Girl's
owner.  When her owner signaled Girl returned to the display
position then, with her owner leading her with the leash, walked
twenty paces away from the judge where her owner turned her and
walked her twenty paces back to her starting point.  The judge
gave Girl's owner a final node and Girl's owner walked her over
to stand with the other contestants and their owner/trainers. 
Stepping up on the small platform, Girl stood perfectly still in
the display position while two other contestants were judged.  A
quick pat on her behind and a caress of her thigh assured Girl
that, no matter what the judge decided, her owner was proud of
her performance.

After the last contestant had been examined and had joined the
others on her low platform the judge walked up and down the line
looking at them all for one final time before turning to the
judging stand and making an entry in the official Judge's Log. 
Then the judge turned and with deliberate, nerve-racking slowness
picked up the "Best of Show" trophy before calling Girl's owner's
name as the winner.  Holding the trophy in one hand, and Girl's
leash in the other, Girl's owner walked her twice around the
arena, displaying her once more for all to see, before placing
her on the higher winners pedestal.  Girl stood on the pedestal,
holding her position with perfection, while her owner accepted
the congratulations of the other owner/trainers, the show's
organizers and members of the audience.  Many of the owners,
trainers and organizers, after receiving permission from Girl's
owner, examined her more closely, using their hands to feel the
smooth skin and firm muscles of a champion.  Only her owner's
rigorous training methods, insistence on perfection and attention
to even the smallest details had allowed them to win this coveted
trophy.  Girl basked in the reflected admiration being showered
on her owner, happy to be living in a world where everything was
as it should be, and knew that her real reward would come later.




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