Viva Las Vegas! You guessed it, last week I found the perfect way to combat those post-Olympics blues and took a little trip to the sunset strip, although luckily Prince Harry was there to cover up my modesty.
That’s right folks, the mystery blonde being hugged from behind by the Ginger One? Yours truly, of course.
To be honest, it did cost me a few bob but it was all worth it in the end to get my hands on those gorgeous ‘crown jewels’.
You see, with my secret millionaire on holiday with his wife and kids in France, I was at a bit of a loose end. So, when I heard Harry and chums were going to Vegas, I thought I’d go there too and try to gatecrash the party – well, little ol’ Busty does have a knack of getting herself noticed, you know.
To be honest it was pretty easy to find out where they were…you just follow the trail of thongs in the road left behind by all those women looking for a bit of royal flush.
It was just like an x-rated version of a Lynx ad, with every girl in town literally throwing themselves at him.
Of course, I respect my body far too much for that sort of behaviour and would never degrade myself. But he soon spotted me sitting by the bar with my tits out and following a quick grope round the back he asked me if I fancied a game of pool up in his suite. I accepted straight away; I even said he could pot the pink and the brown…
I have to admit that at first I was a bit miffed when I saw how many others were there too, but I soon made sure I was the only one he was after.
You see, I always go down on my knees for royalty. After that he was like putty in my hands. I was up and down that royal flagpole all night and he said I made Chelsy seem decidedly third-division. In fact, I’m even thinking of ditching my secret millionaire and going for it, after all Princess Busty does have a certain ring to it.
Back in the real world, the big launch party for my Uncle’s agency, Bone Idol, has been put back yet again. Apparently Saturday Kitchen host James Martin got a little upset with all my references to his expertise with butter in the kitchen, so we’ve got to find another top chef.
Maybe I could get Harry to recommend someone. If they’re good enough for the Queen, they’re good enough for a load of DM freeloaders, surely…
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