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was light, but comfortable.  “Where are you staying?”
    “Here with you silly!” Tracy said. Oh boy, she was going to be here with me at all times. We were either going to be best friends or I was going to nail her chipper ass to the wall.
    “How many bedrooms does this place have?” It didn’t seem all the big on the outside.
    “Three. There’s the master for you, a smaller one for me and then a tiny office that they’re using as the confessional. They told me they built the cabins especially for the show!”
    “Well I’m supposed to do a confessional soon I guess, but I need to relax for a minute.”
    “Of course girl,” Tracy said, putting her hand on the small of my back and leading me towards my room.
    “They were just finishing dropping off your clothes when you got here. I’ll be out here if you need me. They want to film at least thirty minutes of us talking.”
    “Ok that sounds good,” I said, shutting the door behind me as I entered the room. It was a flimsy little thatched door, anybody could kick it down. Hopefully this wasn’t a horror movie and a raving psycho wouldn’t try to burst in on me. Then again, Tracy was staying in the room next to me so maybe the psycho would come through the wall.
    I immediately made my way to the closet, throwing it open to see what they’d left me. The closet was filled with dresses, skirts, tops and bikinis. I pulled a few out and looked at them, they all seemed to fit.
    “Damn these people are good,” I said out loud.
    I quickly changed from my aww-shucks sun dress into a flowing white skirt and a black top that showed off my girls well enough. The dress was nearly ankle length but that was ok, Ace had gotten a good enough look at my long legs.
    You’re not going to win this competition based off sex appeal anyway, I thought as I studied myself in the mirror. Cookie had it all: she was kinkier than me, more willing to discuss sex than me and would probably go farther than me. Plus she had all the qualities men looked for these days: fake tan, fake tits, no brain. I assumed she had no brain; it was the vibe she gave off.
    I took the god awful pig tails out of my hair and grabbed a blue flower to replace them. I thought I looked damned cute, but not exactly “rough fuck me on the edge of the counter” hot or anything. Still, some guys liked cute, but I was pretty sure Ace wasn’t one of them.
    I exited my room to see Tracy sitting on the edge of the couch with a bottle of wine. “How about we celebrate making it on the show? We’ll both get exposure out of this!”
    “You’re right, I hadn’t thought of how it’d help you too,” I said. She was getting a lot out of this too. The plucky friend that was always there for me, it might take off.
    “So how was the plane ride?” She leaned in her eyes wide with anticipation. She really was interested in what I had to say.
    “It was pretty amazing. The jet was huge on the inside with all kind of plush furniture and a full bar. Ace served us drinks and got to know us a bit. Well actually, he didn’t really get to know us. His questions were pretty generic. It was hard for him to talk with Bambi and the Wonder Twins in his face.”
    “Is she a skank?” Tracy asked bluntly.
    “I don’t want to speak badly about someone that’s not here but yeah, total skank.”
    “I knew it!”
    “She’s throwing her tits in his face and talking about threesomes with her friend. I can’t beat her if that’s the game.”
    “Why not?”
    “I’m just not a kinky person.”
    “You aren’t? I can help you with that you know. I’m a freak between the sheets.”
    “Thanks, but I prefer to win this off my own merits. I can’t pretend to be someone I’m not.”
    “You’re an actress, that’s the definition of your job.”
    She made a good point, one I hadn’t really thought of. “I mean I could do that, but I’d feel diryt winning this show that way. Besides, Ace told me to be myself.”
    “And you want