Mandalay
Baddest Bitch in Herstory
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I know you want to see me, a cyber starlet posed in HD
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Bella DechaA white mansion, glowing in front of lapping blue waves and a golden shore, loomed outside the tinted black windows of her limousine. Its size rivaled her own house in California. The mansion, decorated with large glass windows and tucked behind a black gate, would be her home for the next three months. And not only her, but ten other teenagers as well. Her lips formed a haughty smile as the limo eased into a stop. The woman was eager to learn the names of the other ten. Would she have dirt on any of them? Could she form friendships? At the very least, she suspected she'd be able to achieve a hookup or one-night-stand. No matter who the ten other faces were, Bella was determined not to let them get in her way. She decided to partake in Summer Love Island for one reason only: to accumulate more fame. And maybe secretly find a new boyfriend.
A hand opened the car door for her. She unbuckled her seatbelt and gingerly stepped out, her louboutin heels clicking against the pavement. Today, she wore a sheer top from Realisation Par that revealed her Gucci bra. She lowered her Chanel glasses over her brown eyes, the midday sunlight falling over her face. From the corner of her eye, she could see helpers grabbing her luggage and beginning to carry it to the door. A man with broad shoulders approached her, offering a hand to shake. "My name's Brent, I'm the main producer here. It's lovely to meet you, Bella," he said, giving her a cool smile. She took his hand gently. "If you wouldn't mind, please follow our on-set assistants to the front door. You may wait there until the other ten arrive," he told her. She nodded curtly.
Kay KalypsoTo Kay, Summer Love Island seemed almost like a joke. To get paid to live in a mansion next to the beach for three months-- how hard could that be? He stood in front of the black gate to the mansion. Behind him, men and women picked up his luggage and began carrying it to the door. It was a wonder he had been allowed on the show at all, the male mused. He wasn't a teenage heartthrob; he didn't win awards. He just had famous parents and a love for makeup. Guess that's enough to have a free mansion, beach, drinks, and food for the summer he thought with a shrug. He wasn't complaining.
As the male admired the towering building that would become his home, a man strode up to him. "Hello, Kayleon. My name's Brent, I'm the head producer. Please head to the front door and wait there," he said briskly, giving Kay a quick handshake and hurrying off. A grin worked it's way onto Kay's face. The sunshine warmed his cheeks and the smell of the ocean filled his nostrils. In moments he stood before the large, arching door, next to a few men and women with headsets and walkie-talkies. In his mind, summer was only just beginning.