Bikini contest, here I come. Yay.
Bikini contest, here I come. Yay.I’ve called the Lucky Ladies home for years. In all that time, I’ve become buddies with some performers. Many say they come alive when stepping onstage. Not gonna lie. I envy that. Because, when I walk into the spotlight, it’s like my toe got stuck in a light socket. All I want to do is run.
Even so, the sooner I get started, the faster my time on stage will end. I change into a bikini and flip-flops. Although my little pink swimsuit has never touched the ocean, it’s still gotten frayed up top. My breasts have grown over the years, but not my wallet. That’s a sad fact, right there.
As I step out of my room, I grab my favorite robe. It’s a long silk number that I tie at the waist. Now covered, I slog my way down the acces
