Intermission

While the commercials were playing, Lucas and his friends observed Katherine being lowered from the top of the wall. Her clothes were returned to her and she put them straight on. Lucas thought she looked absolutely stunning, wearing her tank-top and cargo pants, panting slightly from her exertions, hair matted and unkempt from the fake cum. Katherine was now deep in conversation with Danny D and the show's producers. Danny D stepped aside as the producers took her backstage.
"Well, folks, while we sort this out, we've arranged a little intermission for our wonderful studio audience. Bring out the ladies." Five women, all between the ages of 19 and 24 traipsed onto the stage. There was an Asian, two blonde women, a pale, freckled redhead and a brunette who looked like she had Middle-Eastern ancestry.

"These ladies all applied to be contestants on the show, but they were unlucky. Sorry ladies, we get a lot of applications, and...there can only be one. However, they do have the chance to win $5000 cash right now. The game they'll be playing will be...Spin the Bottle with a twist." Danny D said, mischievously. "Each of the ladies will be provided with a bra, panties, skirt and tank-top. They will take turns to spin the bottle. Whomever the bottle lands on must remove one item of clothing and place it in a pile in the middle. However, here's the twist folks, if a contestant spins the bottle and it points at themselves, that contestant may select an item of clothing from the pile in the middle and put it on. This will continue until four of the contestants are fully naked. The remaining clothed contestant will be declared the winner, and the losers will be humiliated. Since they're not participating in the main Fucked or Fortune challenge, they will not be fucked, but they will have to give a handjob and take a cumshot facial from each of our VIP's." Lucas and his friends sat up a little straighter.

The early rounds of the game were rather boring, so Lucas, who was getting used to having a servant, turned to Sylvia.
"Hey Sylvia, I'm quite cold, find me a blanket or something."
"There are no blankets." Sylvia replied. "But I can warm you up." With that she clambered over Brett, and sat on Lucas. She draped herself over him and snuggled in tight. Her body heat warmed him very well, and he could feel her nipples poking through her thin blouse.

Ten minutes later, the game of Spin the Bottle was over, along with the commercial break. The brunette had won and now the losers were each suffering their forfeit. Brett was getting a handjob from the Asian, Lucas had taken the redhead, and Hal and Gerard each had a blonde. It looked like Hal had already blown his load. His blonde was covered in globs of cum.
"Is that all bitch, put a little effort into it?" Brett said to his girl. She started pumping with renewed vigour. Lucas had no fault to find with the redhead. She knew how to work a cock, pumping hard and fast until Lucas shot his load all over her pale face. He now turned his attention back to Danny D, who had just taken to the stage again, and to Katherine, who was standing behind him, and who still hadn't wiped the 'cum' off her face.

"So Staff-Sergeant Mercer here has come to an arrangement with our producers." Danny D announced. "In an unprecedented turn of events, they have allowed her to continue playing, with a few stipulations. If Staff-Sergeant Mercer can complete four challenges, including the one she's just completed, so that's three more folks," he flashed the camera a quick wink "three more challenges, and she will go home with..." he paused for effect. "One Million Dollars. " The crowd gave a collective gasp. "She will also be declared our 'Champion' and will have earned the right to come back next week for a shot at winning even more money."
"I know, it's a lot of money, and Miss Mercer seems quite sure of herself. However...if she fails on any one of the next three challenges, she will immediately forfeit all the money and will end up with nothing. Also, according to this document," Danny D held up a stack of paper for the camera. "Staff Sergeant Mercer will be unable to leave this building until she has been fucked 362 times, once by each member of our audience." The audience lost it at that. They went wild, rabid, feral. It was clear they wanted to see her mess up. Once they'd quieted down a bit, Danny D continued.
"But that's still not all folks. Staff Sergeant Mercer is so confident in herself and her ability to complete these challenges that she has signed this document." Danny D held up another thick stack of paper. "This is a **** contract. Everyone here has been entered into a raffle, the winner of the raffle will get to take Staff Sergeant Mercer home with them as a ****, to do with as they will, for one whole month. Assuming she fails of course." The noise that greeted that statement was deafening. To know that they had a chance of winning this beautiful woman as their own personal ****. The audience loved it. Danny D hadn't lied, they'd all been entered, what he didn't tell them was that the regular audience members had each been entered once, the VIP's (Lucas and his friends) who'd paid the big money, had each been entered in the raffle 400 times, stacking the odds heavily in favour of the VIP's.

"So, with all that out of the way, let's get this show back on the road. Let's see what challenge Miss Mercer will be facing next...."