PURSUIT: A Novel – 34.1: MTV – Fling

Daytona Beach  – Spring Break, March 20,1989

The crowd of thousands cheered as the next round of girls entered the hotel balcony. INXS, “Need You Tonight,” beat over the sound system—

I need you tonight

‘Cause I’m not sleeping

There’s something about you girl

That makes me sweat

A guy with a microphone cut in, “I’m definitely sweatin’ now!” He wiped his brow as he walked along the backside of the three bikini-clad contestants.

“From Little Rock, Arkansas . . . ” he announced and raised the hand of the bronze-skinned, big-hair, curly-blonde that modeled an orange, high-hip-riding bikini that cupped her butt like a second skin. A white strapless tube top hugged her breasts. “Debbie!” The crowd exploded with cheers as the guy waved his sound-level meter over the balcony.

“Debbie gets a one-o-five! Let’s hear it for Debbie!” The crowd hooted and hollered.

“Next, a Philly from Philadelphia . . . ”

Bobby, Donny, and Tommy whooped it up as they saw Jessie blow them a kiss from the doorway to the balcony as the bare-chested, muscle-sculpted guy continued to announce the second girl. Jessie was already drawing the crowd’s attention away from the Philly. First, the announcer glanced behind and then the Philly. Chuckles rolled through the crowd. The Philly forced her smile, working to hard to win the crowd’s attention. But the announcer’s voice went flat as he finished with, “Susan.” Holding the meter over the crowd he said, “You can do better than that! Let’s hear it for Susan!” The decibels ratcheted up a bit, but not enough.

“Seventy-five, that’s about the noise level of a toilet flushing.”

The crowd laughed and then started chanting, “Next  . . . next . . . next . . . ”

“Sorry Susan,” he droned in the mic and then kissed her on the cheek. She walked across the threshold from the balcony, her sideways glare at Jessie displayed her scorn.

“And last but not least . . . ”

It was the crowd’s reaction to the profile shot of her butt in the air, hands on her knees, the guys with lust dripping from their lips as they ogled the bronzed and oiled body, that deafened the announcer’s introduction. As he held up the decibel meter, Jessie slid her arm up his and rubbed his sleek chest as she pulled in close. The buff guy looked in her eyes and said, “I’m sorry, I forgot your name . . . ” The crowd hooted and whistled as he put the microphone up to her lips.

“Jessie . . . from Cowpoke, Kansas.”

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Copyright 2017  © Jeff Cambridge

Excerpt from PURSUIT, a novel by Jeff Cambridge, a writer of transformational fiction with real characters in real-life tell stories that change lives in the readers as the characters transform.

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