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Danica

Mallory moved through the clothes in Danica’s closet with a harshly critical eye, “helping” her prepare for her evening with Michael. However, several hours had passed since the morning, and after lunch, Mallory’s morning drinks had worn off and her “sober” personality showed through.

“Mom, none of these are gonna work. You’ve blown him up twice in three days, you need to wow him if you’re going to win him back.” She was pulling Danica’s dresses from the rack and tossing them into a pile, dismissing each with a “Boring” or “Dated” or “Cat Lady” as she went. Danica sat passively on a bench near Luciana’s section, letting Mallory’s critical savaging roll right off her back. She’s right about most of these, I haven’t been on the dating market since Michael and I married.

In most cases, Danica couldn’t help herself when Mallory baited her like this. But the Fukitol she’d taken that morning before her potential walk to the gallows was still in effect, apparently much longer-lasting than regular ****. Moreso when comparing a veteran drinker to a raw rookie pill-popper. As Mallory became louder and more boisterous, Danica just relaxed and let her take the wheel.

“What happened last night was because I got stressed and lost my cool. It won’t happen again.” I sound like I’m talking to my boss. Danica thought.

Apparently Mallory read her mind and adopted an even bossier tone.

“What happened this morning was because you didn’t listen to me yesterday.” Mallory said. “I won’t let it happen again.”

“Mal-”

“No, mom.” Mallory was firm now. The heat of morning panic had melted her, and the aftermath cooled her to steel. “You can’t afford to mess this up. The fans vote after these dates and you’re still sitting at zero. If you come out of his room empty-handed twice? They’re gonna vote you off. Tomorrow night is Ronnie and you certainly can’t expect her to invite you up like Janet did.”

Danica almost giggled. “This is the second time today someone’s told me to go bang my husband. Rhonda said so before we filmed downstairs.”

“She was right.”

“It’s not that easy, Mallory.”

“Isn’t it? People do it all the time. Rhonda did.”

“What if he won’t?” Danica said, her crushing worry starting to overpower the chemical relaxant in her brain.

“We won’t give him the choice. Come on.” Mallory grabbed Danica by the hand and dragged her across the floor to the other bedroom. In Mallory’s closet, naturally the younger woman found a number of things much more suitable for seduction. Mallory was taller than Danica, and previously had a larger chest, but the aftereffects of yesterday’s enlargement pill continued, and Danica’s bust had not receded back to her usual size. The insidious, creeping effects of these pills…

“Here, try these.” Mallory pulled out some of her thongs and lay them along the dresser in the team Al closet. “I figure these should still fit, even with your butt situation.”

Danica had come to Harem Hotel already more bottom-heavy than Mallory, and just as with her bust, her butt retained some of the size the Assetifil had bestowed. Danica surveyed the designer panties indecisively. They were all so much nicer than things she purchased for herself.

Mallory prompted. “Just try them on.”

“Here and now?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen. In the last eight hours.” Mallory stood there, impatiently waiting for her own mother to strip out of her clothes. And Danica complied. What a world. As soon as Danica was nude, Mallory appraised her again, then snapped up a handful of the panties and took them back.

“What’s wrong with those?”

“All wrong for your skin tone and your hair color.” Danica suddenly felt self-conscious of her paler skin. Mallory, with her free time and beach-adjacent housing, always sported such a nice tan. Danica wondered whether she had time to get waxed, which in an academic sense seemed a little late.

“What about white? White goes with everything, right?” Mallory picked up one of the remaining ones, and Mallory snatched it from her hand.

“No, god no, Mom. White is virginal, pure. You don’t want him thinking that when he sees you.” Then why do you have it? Danica didn’t vocalize that one. Mallory kept thinking aloud. “Not blue either, that’s too calming.” She grabbed away another one. “What color were the ones you wore last night? You can’t show him the same color twice in a row.”

“Uh.... Grey I think.”

Mallory buried her face in her hands. “Grey… Oh god, Mom…” Mallory thought a second longer and grabbed several of the remainder, leaving her with only red and black to choose from. “Red? Passion, lust. Black? Mystery, danger. What are you going for tonight?”

“Do you put this much effort into your classwork?”

“The pay off is never as good in class. And don’t change the subject, Mom, pick a color.” When Danica paused, Mallory made the decision for her. “Red. There’s no mystery here for Michael.”

“Hey!” Danica complained, but Mallory rolled right over it and continued her point.

“You don’t want mystery, you don’t want him wondering and thinking, you want him going for it.”

“But I like that he’s a thinker.”

“He’s an overthinker, same as you. You need to short-circuit that and get right to the next part. Try it on.” Danica slipped into the hipster thong and allowed Mallory to drag her in front of the mirror to review the choice.

“It’s not bad actually.” She turned to admire her hips from multiple angles. Michael was checking out my ass last night, maybe this is the right idea. Mallory nodded along, like a teacher pleased that her student was coming along so well.

“Here, wear this over it.” Mallory handed her a white slip dress.

“I thought you said not to wear white.” Danica was confused, but she pulled it on regardless.

“Not white panties. Mom… How did you even get enough action to have a kid without knowing this stuff? I’m lucky that I even exist.”

“I don’t remember it being this involved when I was your age.” She smoothed out the silk slip and looked herself over. It hung to mid-thigh, nice and loose. Comfortable, flowing. She felt really and truly sexy. She had to hand it to Mallory, she knew what she was doing.

Mallory took an overcoat from the rack and offered it to Danica.

“When do you even wear this? I’ve never seen it before.” Danica asked.

“For this.” Mallory broadly gestured to the outfit.

“You have a coat just for sex?!”

“You don’t?!”

The things you learn about family when you’re on vacation. Danica laughed. With her seduction outfit chosen, Danica let Mallory curl up her hair and apply makeup. Mallory was fully into this, animated and excited with each flourish. More talents that Danica had never really noticed in her daughter. For a few moments, Danica even enjoyed the mother-daughter bonding time, she’d not done anything like this with Mallory for years. Not that she’d ever let Mallory make her over to seduce Michael, naturally, but this Hotel had already warped her definition of normal quite badly.

“What do you think?” After giving Danica the full once-over, Mallory stepped aside and took an extremely confident look over her handiwork.

“I look… really cute actually.” The deep red lipstick really brought out color in her face, and Mallory’s hairstyle choice took years off her. Danica had aged pretty well, all things considered, but Mallory had done an excellent job giving her a youthful glow again. I look better than the day I met Michael.

“Damn right, Mom. Now get up there and give him hell.”

Danica pulls Mallory into a hug, delicately wiping tears from her eyes as she does so as not to smudge the makeup she’d worked so hard to apply.

“Thank you, Mal. I will, Mal. I promise.”

“I know.” Mallory said, stroking her mother’s hair, continuing the flip between the parent and child. “It’s time, Mom.” The two headed out, hand-in-hand to the common room. Just as they reached the elevator, the door opened to reveal Janet and Celene, now dressed in a Hotel bellhop outfit, pushing a rolling luggage cart. On the cart sat Sarah, stripped nearly nude and tied to a wooden chair. Is that rope…moving? Danica gasped as the ends of the ropes took lazy swings around and snapped at Sarah’s nipples, making the woman jump and yelp each time. It’s teasing her.

“What…?” Was all Danica could get out at the bizarre sight, but Janet and Celene pushed right past her with looks of ‘we’ll explain later.’

“I’ll look after her, Mom. You just get up there.” Mallory shoved her slightly forward. She could tell it would preoccupy Danica otherwise. Right, the others can take this shift. Danica slipped into the elevator before the doors closed and pressed the button for Michael’s suite. Whether it was being out of the red on the scoreboard or the effects of the pill, Danica couldn’t tell, but she wasn’t quite so cripplingly nervous this time. The door to his suite was unlocked, though she suspected that only she among the girls could have opened it.

Give him hell.