WILD THANGZ by Winston Chapman (An Essence Magazine National Best Seller)

Chapter 3

It was a little after 1 a.m. when the Booty-Shaking Contest was about to begin.

We'd primed Trina's courage with an additional Jamaican Fizz and she was on the stage with the other nine contestants.

Brea and I were busy sizing up Trina's competition as the M.C. had them all turn around, to give the crowd of men that gathered at the edge of the stage, a preview.

There were a few girls with nice butts, however, only two of them, we thought, had a realistic chance of actually defeating Trina. The rest either didn't have enough butt or had no business in a bikini, let alone a booty-shaking contest.

Before Trina got on the stage, we made some last-minute adjustments to her outfit.

The bikini we'd selected for her to wear to the party was cut lower on the hips to tone down her booty which was now a disadvantage in this contest. So, we had her pull the sides up higher to show a little more and remove the shear wrap from around her waist.

Trina was contestant, or as they called it, Booty #7, so she'd be one of the last to dance, which we thought was good for two reasons.

First, it gave Trina a chance to see what the other girls did. And second, going near the end made her more memorable in the judges' mind.

Each contestant had 20-seconds to shake their money-maker to one of the medley of derriere-songs the DJ was playing for the contest.

The songs the contestants had to choose from included Mystikal's "Shake Your Ass", "Doin' the Butt" by EU, Sir Mix-A-Lots' "Baby Got Back" and the classic "Rump Shaker" by Wrecks-N-Effect, which is the one we chose.

Just as we suspected, the girls who went before Trina were a little more timid, but with each girl the level of intensity increased as they tried to out-do the one that'd gone before them.

When it was Trina's turn and she walked to the front of the stage and turned her ass to the crowd, a roar went up at the sight of her luscious thang as she waited for the first beat of "Rump Shaker".

"Check baby, check baby, one, two, three, four," began blaring over the speaker and Trina had the fellas raising their hands, hoopin', hollarin' and high-five-ing, as she had her hands on her knees and popped her booty to each and every word of the song. She ended her routine with her knees and hands on the stage, simulating riding that thang.

Brea and I were jumping up and down, because we knew the only way she'd lose was if there was cheating.

While the reluctant remaining three contestants performed their routines that paled by comparison, we were busy looking at the souvenir Polaroid pictures we'd paid a club photographer to take of Trina during the contest.

As the DJ announced the 2nd Place Winner, we began celebrating early because the 2nd Place Winner was the girl that had the best shot at beating Trina.

Trina not only won the contest and the $200, but was also given a tiara and a sash that named her Ms. Jamaican Booty of the Year.

We couldn't wait to celebrate with her and eagerly met Trina at the edge of the stage as she was exiting victoriously.

"I told you, gurll!! Can't nobody handle you. I told you!!" Brea proudly proclaimed, giving her a hug.

"You did it, gurll!" I added, with my own hug.

Trina attempted to contain a smile, but we knew that she was proud of her accomplishment. And not just because she'd won the contest. Her pride had more to do with conquering her inhibition nature. She'd always wanted to be more out-going in public. We knew she had it in her, but tonight she let hesitation fly in the wind and just did it.