“How hard do you think I’d have to pull to tear that skank’s weave out?” Chastity cooed evilly as she watched Prudence Du Pree take the runway for the evening gown part of the competition.
“Thinking of changing up your talent routine? I’m sure the judges would love to see you and Miss Plastic Tits get all entangled for their pleasure, if you know what I mean.” Said the girl that was checking Chastity’s dress for any errant strings or fluff.
“Chardonnay, you’re disgusting.”
“Can’t help it if I learned what you taught me,” she smirked. “Now get ready to walk. You’re up next.”
Prudence Du Pree swept back into the wings of the theatre, like some kind of vision of whipped pink sugar, glitter, rhinestones and butterfly wings. All the girls ooh’d and aah’d, congratulating her on looking so radiant.
Chardonnay and Chastity were the most complimentary of all.
Chastity took her mark, and waited for the announcer to call her name. “I’m going to leave that slut in a shallow grave, you just watch.”
“I’ll bring the shovel. Now go win this. You deserve to be Miss Memphis Princess.” Chardonnay whispered back as Chastity took to the runway.
The Miss Memphis Princess pageant is the local preliminary to the Miss America pageant. It awards the girls with scholarship money and strives to teach them to values that will better the community. And, for the life of me, is something I’ll never not be creeped out by or have to make fun of.