The Judge

Evan scored a sweet gig judging a packed bikini contest at this dive bar downtown. Hot damn, the eye candy was everywhere—girls strutting their stuff, but one smokin' babe pulled him aside, whispering she'd make it worth his while with some steamy fun if he put her on top. I mean, come on, who turns that down? He rigged the votes her way, all pumped for the afterparty payoff. But nope, post-crown, she ghosts him like a pro, leaving him high and dry with blue balls and a grudge. Chatting with the other judges later, they all cracked up agreeing these chicks had nothing on the knockout stunners at Maya's massage joint—bodies that could melt steel. Evan figured, screw it, time to swing by and turn that fantasy into reality. Who knows? Maybe this trip lands him the wild ride he got cheated out of.