A high 9

Chef and Chris are loving the rating they are pulling in at the expense of their young, 18-year-old campers. Chris smiles at how lewd and wonderful his job is.

Heather stared in utter disbelief before Chris announced "This is epic. Killer Bass got such an amazing variety of performances today. Scoring quite high as we move on to the Gophers final act, Lindsay. Take the stage now, young lady." Your breath held as you hoped for the bimbos talent to fail. She looks nervous, stepping toward the middle center of the wooden floorboards.

Chris smile brightens as Lindsay, the airhead, grabs the microphone from the wrong end. "That's not a cock, babe."

Lindsay nods, flipping it around. Then you stare at her in amazement as she bellows out a perfect rendition of a hot and breathy old song from the 1960s. Her natural tone sounds lovely, and her vocals harmonize well with her angelic pitch voice. Everyone was shocked that the gorgeous, dumb blonde had actual talent. Lindsay steps back and bows as her cleavage is shown to the people in the front row.

Your jaw drops as Chris raises his ten markers toward the blue-eyed beauty. Chef and Scarlett raise their ten, too. You guys are in the lead. The other team has no hope in Harold pulling this one out for them.

LeShawna laugh. "Great pick, Chad; we are in the lead."

You whisper. "How in the world?"

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