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</div><b>Name: Myra Cecmanek<br/>
Age: 21<br/>
Date/Time: Sat July 31 - 14:00<br/>
Location: Villa<br/>
Wearing: loose white cold shoulder beach shift with pink-strapped black twist bikini beneath<br/>
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Tagging:</b>All<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>So the show was finally starting and they brought all the players out into the main room.  She'd caught a glimpse of a couple of the ladies that morning when they had got in but this was the first time that Myra had seen everyone at once.  One of the directors had them all line up and Myra was at the end, sixth of the six ladies, the smallest and the youngest.  The crochet trim of her loose white cold shoulder beach shift hung barely past her ass and was thin enough to clearly show the shape of the black twist bikini that she wore beneath it, the pink straps exposed over her shoulders.  Her hair was down in thick waves but was pulled from her face by her funky shades atop her head.  It was the first time that any of the players had seen everyone else and it was time to size up the competition.<br/><br/>The first one that she noticed was the pretty boy with all the ink.  She would climb him just to play with his hair - and then some - but she wan't about to let him know that, at least yet.<br/><br/>Next to draw her attention was the Asian guy.  All that leather at a beach was rather pretentious.  He was totally full of himself, but maybe he had money.<br/><br/>Then there was the black gym rat who towered over everyone else.  He was probably a football player who will just stand there expecting all the girls to paw his clothes off because hey, he's a football player.  Myra hated that attitude, but of course one or two of the girls here would probably paw his clothes off because hey, he's a football player.  The first one would probably be that first chick in line, the skank in the red dress.<br/><br/>After that was another tatted guy with long dreadlocks that made her think Caribbean, but on a closer look he was probably Polynesian.  He seemed like a stoner.  Myra preferred the uppers, but she could indulge in that, she supposed.  Morphine and valium were always good to relax.<br/><br/>Finally there were two rather dorky looking guys, one unshaven.  They didn't do much for her yet but sometimes guys like that surprised you.  In any event, she'd get to know them all.<br/><br/>More importantly she had to figure out the girls.  The one next to her was another redhead.  That was danger.  Didn't the producers know that two gingers too close to one another could be catastrophe?  It was like crossing the streams in Ghostbusters.  She seemed quiet enough.<br/><br/>Then there was an Asian girl (the long-haired one) who seemed pretty self-assured and was also in leather.  She could be trouble.  She could also be fun to party with.  She could be both.  Time would tell.<br/><br/>Next there was some dirty blonde who was obviously a model.  She hated models.  They were generally brainless and had everything handed to them by drooling men.  Myra could wrap boys around her finger as well as anyone, but she did it with skill.<br/><br/>The other Asian girl (the short-haired one) was a pushover.  She was easily the softest, looked needy and wanting a friend.  Myra could be that friend and probably quite soon.<br/><br/>Of course there was aforementioned red-cocktail-dress-bitch.  She was already making eyes at football player.  Predictable, really.  Maybe Myra could pretend to like football gym rat guys just to spite her.<br/><br/>Finally they were ready to shoot the scene and the host Ryan came out in some geeky-as-hell denim shirt, recited his lines and that was it.  She thought that there would be more to it than that.  The game was on.  Unshaven guy in sunglasses intercepted cocktail-bitch before she could hookup with football guy and kissed her hand like some Don Juan wannabe.  Norm and Hayley, as they were.  Norm seemed a country boy and Hayley was English.<br/><br/>The leather guy quickly dismissed himself to go plunk onto a sofa.  He seemed to have a tune playing in his head which intrigued her.  Then she noticed the Polynesian guy waving shyly at her.  His game was weak.  She blushed back just for show.  Then turned to the group in general.<br/><br/>"Grab a drink, the man said," she smiled playfully and headed towards the kitchen, putting a little sway into her butt as her bare feet kicked through the warm sand.  It was time to make some 'friends'.