I’m so consumed with the fact that I’ve come this far. I’ll be arriving at the Miss Sexy USA Pageant tomorrow feeling better than ever about myself with a surge of newfound confidence.
I grab my phone, getting an idea.
“Let’s post a selfie,” I say.
Holly-Anne is never one turn down an opportunity to take a selfie, so she scoots in close to me and purses her lips sexily.
“What are we posing for?”
“We’re celebrating,” I tell her and lean in so that our cheeks are touching. “I have the perfect caption, too.”
We take several pictures and then mull over which one best shows our features, makeup, and our hair.
It’s not as easy as it looks.
It’s not just saying, one, two, three, and then, click! ?there we are, uploading a picture. No, now there are expectations and shit. We have to look the part we’re playing: sexy BFFs, one of whom is about to get naked on national television tomorrow.
Once we pick the one that makes us look the sexiest, I upload it with the caption:
Feeling sexy for Miss Sexy USA Pageant! I’m ready to bare it all ;) Thanks for all the love and support!
I seal it with a kiss emoji and hit the share button.
In a matter of minutes, I get over a hundred likes. I scroll through them with gratitude in my heart. Then, I see a name that leaves a sour taste in my mouth and makes me full of bitter contempt.
“Fucking shit,” I snarl.
“What is it?” Holly-Anne grabs the phone from me to see for herself. “Ugh. Fuck that dude.”
Ryan’s name is on my screen with a little heart next to it.
That asshole had the audacity to like my pic.
“Don’t let this get to you,” Holly-Anne advises. “He’s either trying to fuck with you before the big day, or he’s realized how bad he fucked up when he dumped you. Either way—he can eat a dick.”
“Agreed,” I say, turning my phone off for the night. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, and I don’t want to be thinking about the past—I want to be looking forward to my future.
To Eric. To Chase. To this insane beauty pageant they’ve gotten me into.
I push the phone aside.
“He can like my pictures all he wants, but it doesn’t mean I have to like him.”
Chapter 19
Kara
Opening day is finally here.
Not, like, for baseball. Although, I’m sure there will be plenty of cheap hotdogs and popped flies in the crowd today. Everyone watching me, whether in the crowd or on their TVs at home, is about to get to first base with Kara Gilmore.
Eat your heart out, Babe Ruth!
It’s also not opening day for, like, spreading my legs. At least, not yet. Once I get through my strip tease, I’ll be doing plenty of opening up in that sense—for all the world to see.
I’m here at the venue for Miss Sexy USA, and the competition is ridiculous. I thought I was hot?well, who am I kidding, I am hot?but there are tons of other tasty babes here, too, waiting for their claim to fame just like me.
I shake off some jitters by running in place. It makes my tits bounce up and down beneath my thin pink silk robe—no bras, girdles, or Spanx here today.