Kim Zolchiak stared at her reflection in the mirror. The tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Caucasian gal smiled at herself. She was a skinny blonde-haired white chick. Supposedly the epitome of beauty in the eyes of most Americans. Most people thought she was hot and she knew it. And she was also married to a wealthy man and lived in Atlanta, one of the American South's nicest cities. Not only was she pretty and wealthy, she was also internationally famous and had her own television series. The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Okay, it was a reality series but TV was still TV. Too bad she had to share the spotlight with four other women. For wealthy black women, to be precise. Sometimes, it taxed her nerves not to be the sole center of attention, but Kim knew how to deal. She was a survivor.
Tonight, they were guests in her home. She sent her assistant Tianna to open the door, and pasted a fake smile on her nearly flawless features. Kim smiled at her so-called friends and cast mates. To be perfectly honest, Kim couldn't stand any of them and the feeling was decidedly mutual. However, Kim loved attention and being on television pretty much guaranteed that she would be known. These days, she lived in a mansion, staffed with servants and she had her own show. Not bad for a chick who was a waitress and a stripper only a few years ago. Being beautiful and promiscuous allowed her to ensnare some rich guy who thought with his dick rather than his brain. And that's how Kim got where she is today.
There was very little difference between Kim and the other women on the show. They were an international, interracial sisterhood of bona fide gold diggers. Here they come now. Sheree Whitfield, the tall, sexy African-American woman with the long black hair and golden brown complexion. Kim's rival in wealth as well as beauty and meanness. They actually got into a hair-pulling argument outside one of Atlanta's nicest restaurants but that was all in the past now. Lisa Wu-Hartwell, a gorgeous woman of African and possibly Asian descent. Like the rest of them, she was wealthy and sexy. She was also a bitch with an attitude. And finally Nene Gregg, a curvy, pleasantly big-bottomed African-American woman with a deep brown complexion. She liked to act like she's the nicest person in the world...until she failed to get her way. That's when her claws came out.
That night, the Real Housewives of Atlanta gathered in Kim's living room. Just talking and drinking. The usual stuff for them. While America's economy was in the crapper and most families were struggling to make ends meet, these four ladies were spending money on trivial things like it was going out of style. And they did this in front of the cameras. Why? That's how rich housewives roll in Atlanta. However, this evening which started off slow and boring turned out to be quite exciting. When four women whose husbands seem invisible mix the evils of alcohol and frustration, the result can be quite shocking and decidedly erotic. Stay tuned for more.
Kim Zolchiak chugged down the champagne, and smiled as she looked at her so-called friends. Sheree Whitfield had been staring at her all night. Kim smiled. She'd always suspected Sheree was a closet dyke. A down low sister. A closet case. She'd been using every damn excuse to get her hands on Kim lately. Kim found it flattering and funny at the same time. Of course Sheree wanted her. Kim considered herself the most beautiful woman in the world. Wanted by men and women everywhere she went. Of course some moneyed ( yet still ghetto at heart ) black chick like Sheree wanted a piece of her. Kim smiled. It was good to be her.
