Underneath the Fancy Bustle
smooth as a sunset- too young to produce
- her naked bottom was small
- It was a truck-driver bang
- president of Midnight Mink
- clench her fists and stomp her feet
Underneath the fancy bustle, her naked bottom was small. Her inability to afford surgery to augment it drove Shirley to clench her fists and stomp her feet in frustration. She was too young to produce movies, which was her life’s ambition, and this led to more frustration.
“Why did I ever move to Hollywood?” she wailed.
Shirley’s moment of self-doubt was interrupted by a loud knock at her door. It was a truck-driver bang, she thought, but when she opened the door she found not a truck driver, but the President of Midnight, Mink McGee, with his pale, pale skin and his auburn hair as smooth as a sunset. The look in his deep blue eyes told Shirley that Mink did not find her naked bottom too small.