DAY 5
Donald Trump + Rush Limbaugh vs. Michelle Heaton
Michelle Heaton was man hungry. Not only that, she was fame hungry as well. She missed the clicking of the paparazzi cameras so much, it was strangely conceivable that she had led her life after the ITV show Popstars in sole pursuit of more tabloid space. She had bested that smug bitch, her former sister-in-law Lisa Scott-Lee, in terms of income, propelling her out of the income level of 'welfare recepient' to 'actually being able to feed a kid with instant noodles'. And then her band Liberty X broke up and all Michelle had going for her was getting her boobs out for Page 3 of the Sun. That, and whoring her marriage with Andy Scott-Lee out in the tabloids. But she was a slut who couldn't resist other men, and the tabloid-worthy value of her marriage was going downhill anyway. Some people may find it all very off-putting but hey, a girl's got to pay the bills.
The horny glamour model was now on the prowl for fresh meat, hoping to spread more whoring pics of herself with other guys in the mags. She tried to walk in as much of a seductive manner as she could, making sure her heaving bosom would rise and fall with each step. If she couldn't hook up with anyone on the island, at least she could get more work in FHM after she got out of Celebrity Death Island.
Then jackpot. In the distance stood 2 geriatric gentlemen, in animated conversation over property and politics. She gave a shrill whistle, causing them to turn their heads and stare at her. "Yoo hoo!" she shouted cheerfully as she continued her sexy walk towards the men.
How could anyone not recognise Donald Trump? The Donald, his mullet, his womanising ways, his money. 'Ah, this would be perfect for me," Michelle thought. There was some other idiot standing beside him, Michelle only read The Sun, The Daily Star and any other tabloids in search of pictures of herself on a regular basis, so she had no idea who he was, but she surmised that if he was in the company of the Donald, he had to be important.
And right she was. The man was none other than motormouth nutjob Rush Limbaugh, who could only eye her from head to toe, half filled with lust and half filled with valiant self-restraint and wariness towards this woman dressed like a hooker.
"Ah! I wouldn't mind some female company around," Donald was well pleased. "If you don't know who I am, you're a failure at life. Now, who may you be?"
"The name's Michelle Heaton, babes. It's nice to meet you," she gushed, giving him a wet kiss on the left cheek.
"Michelle, you know you're a beautiful woman, don't you?" Donald laughed appreciatively.
"I'm fit and I know it, mate," Michelle did her best attempt at a seductive wink, and then unbuttoned her shirt to reveal more of her ample cleavage: the Donald could not help but lose himself in the sight. A disgusted Rush could only shake his head in disapproval.
Donald Trump saw Michelle Heaton as tits on legs. He wasn't interested in women romantically, at least not for very long anyway. Despite his constant ego projection on TV he knew he wasn't hot, but his money drew the gold-digging whores like Kathreya Kasisopa to cookies. He'd take full advantage of her, then find some excuse to dump her aside. Possibly kill her. In the meantime, he was getting whatever snatch he could.
Michelle smiled disarmingly. She knew she was on her way to something good. Donald Trump was no fool, but she was going to use him and outplay him as best as she could. She was however wary of that other fool who was tagging along with Donald, she knew he'd be jealous, maybe she'd have to seduce him later to keep him satisfied. But in the meantime, it was game on with Trump.
Rush was wary of the new intruder. Donald was a great friend as a Republican and whatnot, but his weakness for women was legendary. He had to suss out this bitch and her motives, and hopefully she wouldn't hamper their progress in the game. "We'll see," he muttered, standing by the side as he watched Donald fondle Michelle.
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Michelle has now joined up with Donald and Rush.