She needed to be seen. It was a wet t shirt contest at The Moose. A fake ID had gained her entrance. She couldn’t wait to make the boys drool. Her skin tingled as stripped off her bra, and donned the obligatory white t-shirt backstage. They chose her to go on first, what luck! Twirling and grinding, she danced her little dance as her heart pounded in her ears. She gained a few whistles. Other women joined her on stage. Women with C cups. Women with D cups. Women with DD cups. She gave them a sidelong glance. More than half of them fake, fake, fake! The hoots, catcalls and whistles became louder and louder. The tawny skinned bombshell beside her wiggled her way to the front. Using her sizable booty, Tawny shoved our heroine behind her. She fell hard on her hip. No one saw. No one noticed. No one cared. Dripping wet, disheartened, she slunk out the back . It was not enough. She needed to be seen. To be continued…
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 01:46:46 +0000
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