Chapter 185: Leslie Boudreaux, 32, Concern...

Kate brought the Final Five back to Mary’s private party room for one last celebratory dinner. And, mainly, to prep them for the big event.

After dinner, and after a couple of rounds of margaritas, Kate said, “Strip, ladies — group photo.”

They were startled, but not upset. Each of them had already posed naked for Ray-Ray — this was certainly less intimate than the one-on-one session had been. This was a girl-thing, really.

The more time in front of the cameras that evening, the more relaxed they became. Kate ordered another round of drinks, and no one even blushed when a little Cajun waitress brought in the tray.

Kate led them to chairs in front of the massive flatscreen. On the other side of the room from their clothes. Ray-Ray ran a video loop made from the footage when he’d taped them individually.

It showed each girl in all of her glory — everything clearly visible. There, in Contrary Mary’s, Ray-Ray continued filming the girls as they sat, naked and mesmerized, staring up at the screen.

Then Kate got to the point of the get-together. “Okay, girls, stand up and Ray-Ray is going to apply different thongs to see which colors work best for each of you. Tomorrow’s the big day.”

Leslie Boudreaux raised her hand, “Apply? What does that mean?”

“Show her, Ray-Ray.”

He opened a box and held up a strapless, paste-on thong. Everyone stared; everyone got it at the same time. Yeah, they knew they would be topless, but this ... this was almost obscene. Maybe not ‘almost’.

Leslie took a step back, “Uh, wait. I’m not sure...”

Lisa Doucet laughed, “Come on, Leslie — it’s for the Sexiest Mom in Town. Do I really care if it pastes on or if there’s waist thingy?”

Kate thought: That’s my girl.

Ray-Ray didn’t wait for any further conversation. He just ran the back of his finger up and down Lisa’s pussy, then smoothed a neon green patch over it.

Lisa looked down and smiled, “I think you kin go a size smaller, Mr. Fontenot.” She pointed, “How about that pink one?”

Moments later, all five, giggling and teasing each other like schoolgirls, were pasting on and peeling off. Testing how different colors looked on them. Determining the smallest possible size they could get away with. The group mood had shifted from concern to carefree.

While none of the Final Five had attended a college, there was a subconscious sense of sorority, of sisterhood, in the room. The subliminal attitude was:

“If everyone else is doing it, I guess I can too.”