Michael

For the cast, the voting period was particularly fraught this time as the Old West part of the set had no apparatus to display the results in whatever passed for ‘real time.’ Maybe it was part of that barn they just burned to the ground. Fortunately, the voting period was short, because he could tell that his women were growing increasingly nervous as it passed.

I need to intervene. Michael stepped forward and called to all the girls. “Come on, gather round for a minute.” The seven of them clustered in close, forming a small huddle with their backs and lovely backsides out to the cameras. The hosts declined to break it up, instead turning to whisper to each other as the cast talked. Michael knelt down in the circle to keep it feeling conspiratorial, ‘us against the world’, but he knew that was more for their benefit than actual secrecy. Michael couldn’t see it, but he was sure a boom mic or hidden camera would catch everything they said regardless. And, it brought their lovely breasts to his eye level, which was not a benefit he wanted to pass up.

“How are you guys holding up?” He asked the group. No one spoke up, but the tension between them was palpable. “Janet? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” she snapped, quickly enough that everyone could tell she wasn’t. Vivian put her hand on Janet’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“I know what you’re going through. It’s brutal, being so close and having it taken from you.” Michael took her hand and held it. He would have done more, but the way the others were feeling, he suspected it wouldn’t be the time. “But the situation isn’t so dire.” Michael had them coming together, now to help this along. “We have a plan and we have each other. I’ll get us out of this.” He looked into their faces, but couldn’t tell how much of each was hope or doubt. I’ll have to be strong for them.

“Time’s up.” Al called, gesturing for the cast to resume their places. They lined up along the back of the stage in the typical fashion, while Al and Ruby took to the front. Michael stepped to the side as he usually did, but this time Al and Ruby waved him over to join them front and center.

“Mikey, Rubes and I were talking and we decided to mix things up this round.” Michael didn’t like the way this was going, but he nodded along. The two hosts seemed to be in their most malicious moods during the transformation reveals so it wasn’t the time to piss them off. Ruby put her arm around his waist and pulled him in.

“You’ve been so very… truthful with your women lately.” Ruby cooed at him mockingly, “As we announce the winners, we want to hear your thoughts. Your true thoughts, Michael.”

Al laughed. “Ve have vays of magink you talk.” Great, they’ll drag it out of me otherwise. Michael quickly tried a different tactic.

“Good idea.” He offered. “You’re changing these women for my benefit, right? So they should know.”

“He gets it! Mikey finally gets it!” Al slapped Michael’s back again. At Michael’s angry face, he withdrew the hand and just clapped instead, apparently wanting to ride Michael’s wave of obedience. “Good to see the old dog finally learning some new tricks.”

“Aren’t you centuries old?”

“Yeah but I don’t look a day of it!” Al patted his fat belly, still as convinced as ever of his own gorgeousness. “Since we’re all in agreement, let’s get rolling! Speaking of old dogs, Vivian, get your ass up here!”

Though they all still looked scared, they all put on an air of confidence now in their solidarity. Sarah grabbed Vivian’s arm in support, and Danica even followed her, holding Vivian’s leash to allow her to walk upright. But Al threw up his hand to stop them..

“Wait your turn, dirty momma.” He pushed his palm out and Danica was shoved backwards into line.

“It’s ok.” Vivian nodded, letting Danica drop the leash and Vivian fall to her knees. “It’s a dog either way.”

“Here girl! Here girl!” Al slapped his thighs and clicked his tongue at Vivian, but the blonde crawled across the stage with her head held as high as it could go. When she knelt on her haunches in front of the trio, Al turned to the crowd. “With an extemely decisive win, 65% of the vote, you’re getting Golden Retriever!”

Golden Retriever - Vivian develops a powerful non-verbal connection with Michael, which will give her insight into what he wants. Sometimes even before he wants it. A cup of coffee, a moment of peace, or a three-way, she’ll know even if he’s not around, and have the desire to help him get it. If she disappoints anyone (Michael or contestant), they will be compelled to call her a “bad girl.” She will require a round of fetch or a good belly scratch to feel better afterwards.

Al pulled out a small dog name tag with “Vivian” stamped on it, and pressed it into Michael’s palm. “Do the honors, big guy.”

Michael knelt down in front of Vivian and took her collar in his hand. He looked her in the eyes and she nodded softly, Michael thought she was comforted at least a little bit that it was him. As he attached the tag to the clasp, suddenly cocked her head and looked at him, seeing him in a whole new light. She sniffed the air slightly, as she’d done during the challenge.

“Well, what’s our man want right now?” Al asked.

“Michael wants… a cold beer…” Vivian sniffed again. “...actually a pitcher of cold beer. And some time to wash the dust off before his next date. Also a baseball bat.”

“He already took hitting practice today, sweetheart. You were there.” Al chortled.

“To hit you with.”

Al shrugged. “Sorry Mikey, that wasn’t on the board. Now why don’t you tell Vivian what you think.”

Michael stood and took the leash with him, so that she could stand as well. This seemed like the kind of message one should deliver eye-to-eye, while standing like humans.

“Vivian… I enjoyed having you on my team at Axiomatic, it always did feel like you knew what I needed before I did. It will be a great help for me to have you anticipating my needs and not having to sniff my dick all the time - unless you want to.” He laughed a little, but no one else did. “And I’m not going to lie, a little belly rub if you get upset does seem like a fun way to calm you down.”

“...Thanks.” Vivian offered, not mollified by his answer. Ok, I hope the next few go better. He set down her leash and Vivian crawled back to her place in line.

“Up next is Luciana,” Ruby called her forward. “We offered the audience two chances to improve you, as an artist or a lover. But,” Ruby shrugged, “our viewers went straight for the milkers. Muscle Milk wins with an overwhelming 67% of the vote!”

Muscle Milk - Cowgirls are all the rage. During the night, Luciana’s breasts will uncomfortably swell with milk. Her transformation back to her daytime form will not happen until another person milks her. If someone suckles it out directly, Luciana will feel overwhelming pleasure but the drinker will gain her muscles for the day.

Ruby reached into her glove and pulled out a red cloth, and kept pulling and pulling and pulling until it dropped free and below her left arm like a bullfighter’s cape. She dangled it enticingly to the side, smirking at Luciana the entire time.

“Oh fuck youuuu” Luciana unconsciously dropped her head and charged, causing Michael to jump clear. Ruby allowed Luciana to steam headlong into the cape until it twisted all the way around her. Ruby swung her hand over the struggling form several times, wrapping the expanding cape tighter and tighter until the latina was wrapped up and the cursing had slowed to a minimum. Then, with one violent movement, Ruby yanked the cape back, causing Luciana to spin around furiously and stagger free from the cloth, collapsing into Michael’s arms. Her daytime muscled form had faded away, leaving her as soft and sensual as she looked every night…

But with big. fucking. tits.

Michael gawped at the massive mammaries hanging from Luciana’s chest now, they were bigger than Danica’s! And looked so… very… delicious…

“Go on.” Ruby offered. “Show her how much you like them.”

“I can feel how much he likes them, it’s pressing into my hip.” Luciana’s eyes started to refocus as the dizziness passed. She picked her head up and tentatively touched her new knockers. “But… yeah these hurt like hell. Little help?”

Michael took the offer willingly, plunging his mouth down on the closest nipple. Almost as soon as his lip closed on it, he tasted the warm splash across his tongue. And it tasted just as good as they looked… Michael wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in closer, suckling a little harder this time.

“Ohh fuck fuck FUCK don’t stop!” Luciana squealed, grabbing his head in her arms. Soft or not, she was still strong when she was getting what she wanted, and her voice grew higher and her breath grew ragged as she did. He needed no encouragement, Michael was insatiable now, driven on by the woman’s throes of passion. Luciana’s breasts began to decrease in size to “normal” as Michael drained them. He didn’t notice that, he was too fixated on the delicious taste and the delightful squealing of the woman in his arms. In fact, he was too focused even to notice his own body swelling and filling out, straining the seams of his clothes as he took on her strength in addition to his own. The jeans and shirt Ruby had magic’d him into were cut for to be comfortable for his usual body, but small tears began to form in the cuffs and collar of his shirt as his shoulders broadened and his arms moved past his youthful strength and into a full blown gym rat physique

“Oh…” Janet gasped at the sight of Michael’s swelling biceps.

“Dibs!” Mallory leaned to whisper.

“Fuck that. I’m calling super dibs.” Ronnie hissed back, her eyes locked on the swell of his ass in those jeans. “It’s a thing. I promise.”

The rest of the girls watched with a mixture of shock and jealousy as the latina threw back her head and screamed, climaxing furiously when the last drops were drawn. She thrashed in pleasure until she went limp in his arms. Michael wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then stopped to gawp at the size of his own arms. He looked like a Greek god chiseled from marble, while Luciana’s softer femme form recovered in his powerful arms. He scooped up her legs and carefully carried the semi-conscious woman back to the lineup of contestants.

“Uh… yeah… I like it,” was all Michael could say. The looks on the faces of his harm told him they weren’t too opposed either.

“It does a body good.” Al joked. Michael loped back over to his place, stealing glances at himself when he thought he could get away with it. At least until Ruby caught his eye.

“It’s temporary, Michael. Unless you and Luciana can come to some kind of arrangement…” She winked. Michael took one look at the dopey grin framed by Luciana’s disheveled black hair and thought she’d definitely consider such a deal. Or an order. But that’s neither here nor there.

“Well, if Luciana is gonna be all soft and cuddly, you’ll need a new gym buddy.” Al offered. “I have a suggestion. With 58% of the vote, Mallory has won Self-Improvement is Masturbation. Come on up here!”

Self-Improvement is Masturbation - Mallory will gain sexual satisfaction from working to “better” herself - exercise, healthy eating, studying, etc. If Michael directs her towards a specific topic, the effect will be stronger. [Ruby]

Mallory ran to Michael and had to jump to give him a huge hug around the shoulders and a peck on the cheek.

“Daddy, you look huge!” She squeezed his shoulders appreciatively. I feel huge.

Behind them, Al pulled out a small tape-on nameplate bearing the title “Trainee,” and a black sharpie. He quickly scrawled “Mallory” across it, and slapped it to stick onto Mallory’s left buttcheek. Janet rubbed her own cheek, with a small look of jealousy on her face.

“Go on Mikey, tell her what you like.”

Mallory looked up at him, her ‘sober’ doe eyes looking intently into his, eager to hear how she could please him… My god what a change in her.

“Mal, it’s time for you to turn things around in your life, and this is going to help. Instead of having to fight your… needs, we can just re-direct them towards something positive.”

“...And?” Al grinned, knowing Michael wasn’t giving him the whole answer. He waved his finger to suggest he might draw it out if Michael didn’t volunteer it.

“And,” Michael admitted. “I can teach you to be an even better lover.”

That same ‘excitement’ that Luciana had felt was pressing even more urgently into Mallory’s tummy now. I’ve already had Danica on this stage only minutes ago… Why not start the lessons right now… No one would say no if I asked…

Danica gasped, so loud it was audible across the stage. She grabbed onto Sarah’s shoulder for support, her eyes rolling back in her head and her legs growing weak at the visual of her hulking husband cradling Mallory in his arms. Michael realized that he had been absentmindedly pulling down his zipper, and quickly pulled it back up, hoping that no one saw.

“We’d better reveal Danica’s next, before she passes out.” Ruby dismissed Mallory, who parted from Michael reluctantly. Ruby waved Danica forward. She was a little shaky on her feet, but seemed to calm down enough to walk once she realized Michael wasn’t going to fuck Mallory right then and there. She started to backslide a little on that score once she was closer to him. Maybe I should just fuck Danica here and now, Michael thought. Finish what I started.

Ruby leaned back, apparently willing to let this train run to its sexy destination, but Al interrupted before Michael could conclude he should ravage his wife mid-round.

“Another one of mine takes home the win.” He said. “With 41.8% of the vote, Wake up! Grab Your Brush and Put a Little Makeup! is your new obsession!” Al snapped his fingers, and a piece of broken glass from the destroyed barn flew into his hand. Holding it up to Danica, she saw her reflection and gasped in horror at her unpainted face. She hid it in her hands and buried that in Michael’s pecs.

Wake Up! Grab Your Brush and Put A Little Makeup! - Danica is a practical lady, she’s never been big on flaunting her femininity. No longer. Danica will begin painting herself diligently, with her need to look slutty increasing with her doses of the Aroucin. She will also begin to push the makeup onto other contestants, even painting them in their sleep if she gets the chance. [Al]

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe I let you see me like this!” She pleaded.

“It’s ok… really.” Michael patted her on the back, unsure how to handle this sudden panic on her part. “I love you any way you look.”

Al cleared his throat from behind her, again acting like he was unsatisfied with this answer. Well fuck him, it’s the truth! I do love her any way she looks…

“Michael?” Apparently Danica didn’t buy all of that either. Danica had calmed down enough to stop her sobbing, but she was still trying to hide her face in his shirt while looking up at him. His larger pecs helped her in this regard.

“I do love you any way you look. That’s true. But… well… I think you look hotter when you look, you know, more put together.”

“I told you! I told you!” Mallory, feeling flush with the euphoria of being right, tried to hit the griddy right then and there on stage.

“Don’t do that.” Al said.

“Stop.” Ruby added.

“Girl.” Ronnie just shook her head.

Michael, seeing an opportunity to get himself out of a jam, jumped on it.

“Mallory, why don’t you practice dancing a little bit?” As soon as he said it, Mallory’s eyes rolled back in her head a little and she bit her lip as each additional step increased a pleasurable buzz in her clitoris. Now that it’s practicing… Michael could see how that could be quite useful in the future… but he could also see the risks. “But not right now.”

“Yes, Daddy…” She stepped back into line.

Danica made to scamper off and follow her, but Al stopped her.

“I think our next one will pair quite nicely. Rhonda, teeter that ass up here!”

‘Teeter’ was unfortunately semi-accurate. Ronnie’s loss and her subsequent freefall down the leaderboards had pushed her heels up to an agonizing-looking 8” tall. A small platform at least lifted her toes slightly, otherwise her feet would be almost straight vertical in heels this tall. And while Ronnie had good balance, this was still several inches higher than she’d ever had to deal with before. As she joined Michael and Danica center-stage, she laughed a little upon realizing she was now eye-level with Danica.

“Silver linings.” Ronnie chuckled. It was a fuller laugh than Michael had expected, but perhaps she was just relieved not to have her ass branded.

“I love a positive attitude!” Al joined in, without an invitation.

“That’s why we call you Mr. Sunshine.” Ruby grinned into the camera. From her place on the stage, she quickly whipped up a small storm cloud over Al’s head, which rumbled as if it would strike down a thunderbolt into his greasy hair. Would it catch fire if she did that? Michael silently hoped Ruby would try so he could find out.

Al made a large swiping motion over his head, like an exaggerated overhand karate chop, and bisected the cloud into two equal poofy parts, each about six inches tall. They floated down next to Ronnie and coalesced themselves into two identifiably nude feminine shapes - two identifiably Ronnie shapes. One tightened itself into a tiny version of Ronnie as an angel, delicately landing on her right shoulder. Angel Ronnie demurely crossed her legs and smiled serenely up at Michael. The other formed a clear much more debauched version, who landed straddling Ronnie’s left trapezius muscle and began grinding on it, all while giving Michael a very pointed eye fuck.

“They’re kinda cute.” Ronnie said, but gently tried to push the Devil Ronnie away from the side of her face. “This one’s not really housebroken.”

“You can guess which two options were well out in front,” Al gestured to the two figures on her shoulders. “It was a tight race through most of the vote, but one closed out the win in the final days. With 45% of the vote, you’re now a Lady in the Streets!”

“Wait, you’re saying I’m just now a lad-” Ronnie’s indignant response was cut off as the “Angel” on her shoulder quickly dissolved back into white poofy cloud, and slid right into her ear. As soon as it did, Ronnie’s posture went ramrod straight, as if she’d been yanked upwards by a thread on her head. The anger on her face was **** down, repressed into a simple but muted expression. An almost perfect poker face. Without looking or responding to its incessant humping, she reached up and flicked the “Devil” from her other shoulder, which blew a raspberry at her as it faded into nothingness.

Ronnie did a delicate curtsy, bowing her head to Michael as she did so, then crossed her hands in front of her.

“Boss, Lady Clark at your service.”

Lady in the Streets - A contestant or Michael referring to Ronnie as “Lady Clark” will temporarily activate a highly-formal governess persona who is extremely deferential to Michael, driven to performing housework or other womanly duties, and will feel compelled to push other ladies to do the same. If none trigger this personality intentionally, she will appear randomly. [Al]

“Al, It’s a little Downton Abbey, don’t you think?” Michael asked.

“What those stick-up-their-ass aristocrats get up to behind closed doors… Trust me, baby, you got the hornier option, don’t you worry about it.”

Lady Clark ignored that conversation, it was between men after all. She twirled on her foot and approached the line of contestants at the back of the stage and gave them each a stern appraisal, dressing them down with only her eyes and the briefest of corrections.

“Luciana. You slouch and your hands are decidedly too rough.” She tapped Luciana on the shoulder to bring her head and shoulders up. “Janet. Your wardrobe is the epitome of low-class sex appeal.”

“The voters gave it to me!” Janet whined.

“Don’t blame them for how you choose to wear it.” She turned to the Mallory, and Mallory snapped to attention and gave her a salute. “You are the epitome of low-class sex appeal.”

“It’s a talent!”

Ronnie clearly intended to continue down the line, but she made eye contact with Danica again, and gasped as if she’d only just noticed.

“Danica, your make up!”

“I know!”

“Come! Hurry! We can fix this!”

Ronnie took Danica by the arm and hurried her away, as the brunette hid her face from the eyes of the world. Michael was so used to the hosts just stepping in and waving their hands to shove or block the women whenever they put a toe out of line, that he was surprised when the pair were allowed to leave the stage and hustle off past the remains of the stable and towards the hotel, disappearing behind the buildings. Michael was still transfixed at watching the backsides of his two departing wives, when Ruby sidled up alongside him and brushed his cheek to bring back his attention.

“You can tell her all about it later, or even better you can show her. But for the sake of the audience, let us know what you think of Lady Rhonda Clark.”

“I still don’t like forcing new personalities on her - or anyone,” Michael added, though his thoughts on Mallory put the torch to that lie. “I married the actual Ronnie and that’s who I want. But, given the choice between turning her into a lady of the house is better than an uncontrollable sex machine, this feels like the better option.”

“You’re missing out on the best part! With Lady Clark, you won’t have to worry about chores any more.” Al jumped in. “She’s a Pots and Pansexual now. Eh? Eh?”

Not even the Staff laughed at that one, apparently even the magic compelling them to respond to Al’s jokes had reached its limits. Ruby ignored it and continued. She waved both Sarah and Janet forward.

“Well that leaves this challenge’s biggest winner, and biggest loser. What do you say, Michael? You want the good news or the bad news?”

“Bad news doesn’t improve with age. Let’s hear about Janet.”

“I’m glad you asked. Janet’s vote also won decisively, and with 49%, she has received “Peer Pressure!”

Peer Pressure - When Janet is insulted or praised (“slut”, “bimbo”, “bestie”, etc), she will take on elements of that into herself. The more it is repeated (or if it comes from Michael) it will start to become permanent. [Ruby]

“Each of you-” Ruby pointed a finger gun to the remaining contestants arrayed at the back of the stage. “First word that comes to mind when you think of Janet, go!” Ruby’s finger landed on Luciana, and a white bolt of energy fired from Ruby’s fingers into Luciana’s chest.

“Soft!” Luciana blurted out, and Janet’s posture seemed to droop slightly in response to this, becoming more guarded. Luciana sputtered. “Sorry, that just came out-” Before she could finish her explanation, Ruby fired a ‘shot’ into Vivian.

“Threat!”

And Mallory -

“Red!” Ruby rolled her eyes, but kept firing, nailing Sarah next.

“Confused.”

And last, Ruby turned her finger towards Michael. He’d expected it and thought he was prepared for it, but when the bolt struck his chest it was an entirely uncontrollable sensation. His mind was flooded with all his memories of Janet at the same time, overlapping each other and bleeding together into one blurry mess.

“Fuckable!” He heard himself yell, though he could not remember forming the word. He blinked a few times as the memories faded again - like taking a firehose to the chest for just a moment. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that there were too many somehow…. Janet suddenly lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his chest and grinding herself against his body.

“Fuckable, huh?” She purred, and Michael felt the wet heat from between her legs even through his jeans. She’d spent the entire time on stage looking terrified of what might come, from the strike to the vote to this… but as soon as he’d said the word, Janet had taken it like the gospel. I need to… choose my words carefully. Michael thought, But should I just…? Michael held the woman silently for a moment. I could mold her like a clay doll, even easier than Mallory. Good, kind, forgiving–

“I think Michael’s given us his deepest truth there, no need to ask what he thinks.” Ruby interrupted, pulling Janet off of him to the disappointment of them both. “But we’ve saved the best for last. With 58% of the vote, Sarah has won Thotnet!”

Thotnet - When Sarah focuses on something, she will temporarily and involuntarily borrow part of the brains of the remainder of the harem. The more strongly she focuses, the more Sarah will become increasingly intelligent and perceptive while the others become increasingly vapid bimbos. [Colt]

The ropes around Sarah’s body went a little crazy as the transformation was revealed, slithering up and around her body, between her legs, under her arms, between her breasts, around her neck…

“What the hell, guys!” Sarah grabbed at the heads as they passed, but they were too fast for her, evading her swiping attempts but also not reaching their goal. They came down through her legs and up, between her butt cheeks and up her back where she could not grab them, though she thrashed around on stage to try. Her flexibility was getting her close enough to reach them when they made their way up her neck, over her ears… and formed circles around her eyes, freezing stone still.

“Like glasses?” Sarah said, grabbing at the rope.

“Oooooh you do look smarter.” Mallory added.

“Looks more like Batgirl, honestly.” Luciana noted. “But she’s smart too, so I guess it works.”

“It’s really just for the visual.” Ruby waved them both off. “But a demonstration is better.” Ruby pulled her hand up from the ground and an hourglass appeared, filling itself with the sand of the desert floor. With a twist, she flipped it and the sand began to fall through to the bottom. Ruby produced five Rubik’s cubes from nothingness and casually flipped one into each of the girls’ hands. “First one to solve that gets 100 chips.”

“Yay!” Mallory cheered, but Sarah was already attacking the Rubik’s cube like it owed her money. The sides rotated so quickly that her fingers nearly blurred in the sunlight, but that wasn’t the only effect. Michael saw a small, hazy stream in the air. Six of them, actually. Each of them ran from one of the heads of his harem girls towards Sarah’s, appearing to flow in her direction. Even Ronnie and Danica, who by this point were well back towards the hotel, couldn’t escape the range of this effect.

He approached the remaining three behind Sarah, bringing Janet along though she continued to ignore the cube in favor of molesting his new muscles. He moved in close to where the ‘beam’ connected with Vivian’s forehead.

“It’s… sapping your brainpower. How does it feel?” Michael tried to block the beam with his hand, but it just passed right through.

Vivian just stared at the box in her hand, scrunching her face as it completely vexed her. “I like the colors.”

“You’re not going to try to win?” Michael asked. “You were already pretty competitive even before they sent that through the roof.”

“Well, duh, I want to win.” Vivian rolled her eyes, managing to do so even more impressively than Mallory. “But I need, like, magic to beat these things. Like those two.”

“The hot one and the funny one?” Janet asked.

“Oh god, if this dumbs you down enough to think Al is funny then they’ve gone too far.” Michael said. “Luciana, how about-ow!” He flinched as her cube clanged off Michael’s head.

“Tag!” Luciana cheered, jumping up and down on the stage with joy - though sadly with her breasts humbled by Michael’s draining the effect wasn’t quite as lovely as it could have been.

“No, dummy! That was the first game.” Mallory said. “Remember, you got me?”

“Oh yeah! You had such great cummies!”

“Thanks! You think they’ll let us do it again?” Luciana seemed overjoyed at the chance to chase the others and give them all ‘cummies’ as she’d put it.

“Maybe! But we’ve got these!” Before Michael could move, Mallory lunged out and secured one of the shackles to Luciana’s wrist, and the other to her own. “Check this out!” Malloy gave it a tug, and the two of them moaned simultaneously at the surge of pleasure. “Now let's get the wands!”

Michael moved to block Mallory and Luciana before they begged for the orgasm wands again, because who the hell knew how the hosts would fulfill that request, but fortunately behind them Sarah called out “Done!” and tossed back the now-completed cub to Ruby. As Sarah’s focus faded, the small beams did as well, until they poofed back into nothing. She gave a confused look over her shoulder at Michael grappling with Luciana and Mallory behind her.

“Please tell me this will pass in a moment!” Michael called out to Ruby and Al.

“Aaaaaaany minute now.” Al grinned. “But, no more stalling Bossman. It’s your turn.” He yanked Michael to the front of the stage, leaving Mallory and Luciana yanking the chain back and forcing and driving each other into a frenzy. “Just one last transformation, and then we can let you head back to the hotel for a nice group shower. I’m sure Lady Clark will make sure everyone shines.”

Of course, just hearing that got Michael’s wheels spinning. Whatever mental discipline he’d developed to keep him from his darkest fantasies was collapsing further by the day. Michael really, really liked the mental image of Ronnie washing the others down, and did a particularly poor job of hiding that reaction from Al, Ruby, or the audience. Al pointed to the WANTED poster they’d assigned to Ronnie just before, and the script beneath it filled in:

WANTED: Rhonda to wash and clean one contestant.

REWARD: 5 Additional VPs, 2 Extremely Clean Breasts, and 1 Boss Erection.

“Now… who’s gonna make that happen for you?” Al asked. “ In the tightest race this round and one of the tightest this entire season, this one was tied until mere minutes before the vote closed, when a single - very procrastinating - voter tipped the balance to But I Did Not Shoot the Deputy!”

But I Did Not Shoot the Deputy - Michael must deputize one of the girls to represent him. She gains star-shaped areola and public hair and can command the others as Michael does (complete with the points boost) if they have those breasts out. If the Deputy upsets Michael, she will lose points. Michael can replace her at any time. [Colt]

“Seven women, Michael, and you can only be balls deep in one at a time. How else are you going to keep the rest in line while you’re away? Make your first choice…”

Al waved to the five women still on the stage, but his gesture clearly included the two who had already hustled back to the hotel.

How do I choose?