I’ve got this. I’m going to kill it out there.
I grab a Protein Plus shake—Coco-Nut—off my dressing room table and basically chug the hell out of it. I need the boost of energy; it’s fucking delicious; and?as crazy as it may sound?it makes my skin glow like I’ve been freshly fucked.
It makes me kind of horny, too, but I chalk that up to nerves. Where are Chase and Eric when you need ‘em, right?
I give myself a little pep talk for endurance purposes. Staring into the mirror, I tell myself I’m worth it.
My tits are huge, and my waist is skinny. I have curves in all the right places and I’m going to fucking slay the
competition tonight.
After I down the protein shake and tell myself I’m going to make the crowd roar with entertainment, I have enough confidence to make my trek out on the stage.
I take a look behind the curtain, peering out into the crowd.
Holy shit, there are a fuck-ton of people out there.
I take a deep breath and glance up at the rafters. If I make sure to take even, measured gasps of oxygen, I might not pass out.
I’m hoping for the best. At least Chase and Eric will be out there to give me a thumbs up and root for me.
When I hear the announcer call my name and the clapping begin, I know it’s time to make my entrance.
I slip the robe off, lick the last taste of Coco-Nut Protein Plus off of my lips, and shift my shoulders back to push my tits out.
My body is tight, pretty, freshly waxed, and ready to take the world by storm.
Watch out, America. Kara Gilmore is in the building—and she’s totally fucking naked, too.
I plant a huge smile on my face, grinning from ear to ear as I flash my pearly whites. I begin waving to the crowd, and as I notice how well-received I am, I pick up my stride, swaying my hips as sexily as possible.
I’m looking at the crowd, trying to find Eric or Chase and not paying a lick of attention to where I’m going.
This doesn’t bode well for me. When I’m paying attention, I’m as graceful as can be. When I’m not…I’m kind of a spastic klutz.
I’m horny. Wet. Naked in front of a live crowd of thousands, with even more watching at home.
There’s no big, sweeping gown for me to trip on, and the stage is completely flat?but that doesn’t stop me.
I trip over my own two feet and fucking face plant onto the stage right in front of me.
The clapping and cheering immediately halts. It’s so dead silent that I’m pretty sure that I’d able to hear a fucking pin drop all the way in the back of the room. Seriously, it’s fucking crickets in here.
My heart races, and my pulse swooshes in my ears.
My nipples are hard against the stage floor. My ass is in the air, probably flashing my tight little hole and dripping cunt at whatever poor girl is waiting to walk on behind me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I need to stand up now and recompose myself. Yes, I have my face planted naked in front of, like, a billion people, but I need to peel myself up off the floor (literally) and continue my strut.
I don’t have that far to go. The podium is only a few strides away.
I can do this.
I can definitely, probably, maybe do this.
But I’m rocking a blush that goes all the way from the tips of my ears down to the points of my nipples, and I know that when I get up, I’m not just going to be the Girl Who Fell in this competition.