Ok, one of my friends told me about this bikini contest. It’s a little far away, and it’s this biker bar bikini type of vibe. He’s knows the ppl who are running it. He thinks its an easy win for me. Just show up, wear the skimpiest bikini you can, and flirt with the judges. Maybe if I ‘help them out’, they can ‘help me out’. Hmmm, okay :-) And the money jackpot was a lot of money. So I’m like, sure why not.
I’ve done bikini contests, so I get the whole culture. Bunch of guys ogling girls, cat calling, drinking, guys being ‘handsy’. That sort of rowdy stuff. All in good fun, we all know why everybody is there.
So we’re at this biker bar place. And it’s fucking crazy packed. Much busier than I expected. Us girls are in the back getting ready with makeup and getting dressed and whatever. The bikini I pick out, is fucking crazy skimpy. This pink/purple metallic thing, that basically just cover my nipples. My tits are just out there. Whatever, we all know why we’re here for.