Caliente
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The golf cart parade made its way from one side of the clubhouse, through spectator lined campus, and returned to the other said of the clubhouse. The four faux cheerleaders did their share of flashing and performed their grand finale just as Dave McDonald’s Bucs inspired cart made it across the finish line.
When the results were announced, there was no surprise. Dave McDonald won the contest hands down.
“What did you get? Was it a big fat check?” Mako asked.
“He gets to park his cart in the special reserved parking space at the front of the clubhouse near the marble lions,” Doc explained.
“What good is that?” Mako asked.
“When I leave the clubhouse, I don’t have to walk my tired ass down the hill to my golf cart for a whole year,” Dave explained.
The group went through the clubhouse and outside to the large complex that supported four of the five swimming pools, hundreds of lounge chairs, and dozens of palapas. Saturday’s crowd was larger than yesterday.
The Best Wench judge interrupted the local band, Stone Feather and it’s lead singer, Chuckster, to call the beauty contestants to the outdoor stage. It was about 15 minutes before the contest was slated to start.
Doc, Mako, and Dave had already positioned themselves between the waterfall end of the large pool and the outdoor stage. It was the best vantage point for viewing the hot wenches.
When he saw Marilyn approaching, Dave said, “They’re calling for you.”
“That’s why I came to find Doc and give him these,” Marilyn replied as she handed Doc her tiny black pirate thong. She had taken it from underneath her pirate wench costume. Her almost totally visible breasts were sitting atop an open-faced push up bra hidden behind the vest.
“I guess it’s getting close to Christmas,” Mako remarked.
“You’ve spent too much time around Waver,” Marilyn replied.
“Looks like you might get over exposed with Mako’s topless video contest and that pirate costume that yells, “I’ll ‘Surrender The Booty,’” Doc opined.
Marilyn walked to the judge and had a brief conversation. She returned to the group wearing a large smile.
“Did you get your position number?” Dave asked.
“I dropped out of the contest,” Marilyn replied.
“Oh, No! Not the best wench!” Mako whined mimicking Marilyn’s trademark shock response.
“David is right. We get too much exposure around here. Winning the Pirate Video Contest and being proclaimed Miss Tittie is enough notoriety for a while.
“But Marilyn, you’ll miss a chance at the honor, the glory, and the prize money.” Mako continued to whine.
“It’s once a year. They’ll forget by next year’s festival,” Marilyn replied.
Doc and Marilyn spent a couple hours at the Pirate Ball and enjoyed the time with their friends and neighbors. Much to Marilyn’s chagrin, Mako had put her five videos plus the bonus mouse tattoo video on small thumb drives and was selling them for $9.95 plus an 8 x 10 color photo of a very scantily clad Marilyn from one of Caliente Resort’s social media posts.
“If he’s anything, he’s enterprising,” Doc remarked about Mako.
“That’s one of the many things I like about him,” Marilyn said.
“He’s my best friend,” Doc replied.