Better than expected

"Our final contestant is from ancient Egypt...Let's hear it for the mummy!", announced the woman, with a mock scared voice.

Valerie walked on stage, her body shaking with nerves. She almost stumbled at the start but managed to catch herself before she fell. She froze as she looked around at the audience, who were deathly silent. The entire club - hundreds, maybe even a thousand - were looking at her barely clothed body. It felt like her legs were made of stone.

"Aaaaand there she is!", said the male host, with a pointed look at her that said "go on".

That snapped Valerie out of her nerves and she began to carefully walk on the ramp, making sure to keep her legs closed. The crowd seemed lukewarm as she advanced down the ramp, clearly less enthusiastic for her than the previous contestants.

Come on, girl, her inner voice scolded herself. You're making a mess of this. How are you going to win if you're scared like this?

She realized she needed to give the audience what they wanted, even if it came at the cost of her embarrassment. She needed to ooze sex appeal if she were to have any chance of winning.

Besides, my bandages cover my face, so it's not like anyone would recognize me, she reasoned with herself.

That final thought gave her the confidence to change her cadence. She began walking with a lot more sway in her hips. She loosened her hair and let it flow. The cheers began to build in the crowd. She walked to the apex of the runway, where she paused for a moment. There was a pole at the center, likely for strippers.

First, she danced, shaking her hips and turning a full circle, letting the audience see her from every angle. Then, she jumped on the pole and spun around, giving everyone an unexpected surprise.

The crowd went mad. The noise almost deafened her, such was the ****.

She walked back, making sure everyone got a good look at her backside as she came to a stop next to the hosts. Their mouths were open, and she could tell that they were not expecting that. The crowd was so loud their questions were barely audible.

"Did you make this costume yourself?" asked the woman.

"Well, my friend did most of the work," Valerie admitted.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the man gesturing. She looked at him, and realized he was miming adjusting his chest. She looked down, confused.

That's when she noticed her boobs had popped out of the bandages. She didn't know when it had happened, but she had likely flashed her tits to the entire crowd.

No wonder they cheered so hard, she thought. Her entire body turned red with shame. She mumbled something unintelligible and rushed backstage, trying to adjust the bandages to cover her boobs.

She barely made it backstage when she heard the announcers.

"It's time to choose the winner! Contestants, back on stage please!"

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