Slingshot

"The next contestant is a professional water polo player who some of you may know from... well... watching water polo," says Andie, "It's Celia Lobo!"

"Oh she really is tiny!" chirps Kyndra.

Andie has some news for Kyndra and the crowd.

"Well, there's been a request from this Spring's show organizer," says Andie, trying not to break into a giggle, "They want us to... well... cover up a little..."

The crowd rumbles in displeasure.

"Now, now. They don't want us to distract from the contestants," she reveals, then turns to Kyndra, "Time for our pink ball gowns, Kyndra?"

Kyndra just grins as the prance off momentarily.

Kyndra, after frothing up the orchestra pit with her irresistible giggles and jiggles, is joined by her partner in the Lucky Ladies dance team, Andie. Also sporting some smoking - and luridly displayed - curves of her own.

There are some who wonder if Kyndra is actually real. Meaning not a life-sized love doll robot cooked up in the caverns of South Station labratories.

She is all woman, we are assured, and duely convinced.

It's always so smokey in the Silver Seal, especially when the high price of admission to Bikinirama includes enough hashish to stone you out of your mind. Here, Kyndra greets the crowd... as the music begins to play.

It was originally planned as an annual event, but became so popular that it became a seasonal event, and also a recruiting tool for the managers of the event's venue, the Silver Seal Nightclub in Carniville Park. This past spring's Bikinirama was one to remember, as much for a particular surprise appearance from a particular Caseme Arvore princess as it was for the brevity of the "bikini" fabric. Read more »

And suddenly, she noticed my own breasts. "Yours are really nice, too," she said. She suggested some things we could to do to while away the remaining hours of the already late, late night, but it would be wrong of me to indulge our readers about what actually happened after the shoot. After all, I'm a professional. And so is Windi. And you're only paying three clams for this magazine.

- Jozzy Walker, February 1985

I was supposed to be interviewing her about her life as a so-called weatherbabe, but for one reason or another, it never happened.

I have no idea why she tormented our photographer so much. She was really fun to work with after he left. And really, really, smokin' hot. As the guys would say, that is.