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.”
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.
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.