Noticing the shifting of the crowd I realize my sleazy competition has arrived, probably wearing her dreadful pancake makeup. Aware that my moves and reactions are being scrutinized by wanna -be cock poachers like Dee and Vanessa, I swivel gracefully, remarking that there must be an alley cat knocking over garbage cans.
Billowing through the mob, I see gwen, wearing that wretched blue rag she wore the last time. My expressive face shows my dismay at the reminder, even though I attempt to be completely unmoved, and while I am standing stock still, she oozes onto Lucky and slobbers on him. She steps away just in time, as her greasy brunette locks were going to be torn out.
I hear her taunt me, claiming Lucky, and reply “he’ll belong to the better woman, and you can watch us!”. I notice blinking lights and focusing lenses, there will be no rewriting of history on this one. All eyes are on us , and I grab the moment (although wanting to grab her face with my nails) and shrug my shoulders, my double Ds seeing the light, pink nubby nipples delighting the men as my silk robe slides to the floor and I sneer at my less endowed foe. Even after four kids, no stretch marks!.
My deep auburn bush peeks from my black thong, as I flip my heels off non chalantly, totally focused on the blue dressed slut as I hear shouts LETS SEE THE GOODIES. Wearing only my thong , wedding band ,engagement ring and a gold charm around my neck for luck I feel incredibly exposed..and somehow liberated.
Lucky is harder than ever, and all the men are anxiously awaiting further unveiling. I am swishing like a cat about to pounce, every nerve alive.
