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Sylvia clapped her hands together. “Well now everyone, it’s getting late. We’ve spent far too much time out here, wouldn’t you agree?”

Nick suddenly became very aware of how low the sun was hanging in the sky. Had the first challenge really gone on this long?

“Before I dismiss you to the rest of your evening,” Sylvia continued, “I wanted to remind you one more time that you girls have stored up quite an amount of BP.”

She glanced at Kim. “…Some of you more than others, it would appear. Yes, my girls, don’t you think it’s high time you got to spending some of that wealth you’ve accumulated for yourselves? Just a suggestion, of course. It might be just the edge you need.”

“What about the swimsuit contest?” Dakota interjected. Sylvia’s eye twitched.

“Whatever do you mean by that?” She calmly asked, turning to Dakota with a fake smile stretched across her lips.

Dakota returned a cold smile of her own. “You said it was just for fun, but I think that some of the girls were curious, that’s all,” she shrugged. “Gina won, right? And Dawn came in last? What about the other placements?”

Sylvia took a deep breath and exhaled.

“...It’s none of your concern,” she replied. “The contest was just for fun. And besides, Rose wasn’t even eligible, so it wasn’t really a fare contest to begin with!”

Dakota smirked. “You didn’t rank very high, did you?”

Sylvia’s eye twitched again. “Dakota,” she said calmly, strolling over to the pale girl, “would you do me the honor of joining me in my quarters this evening?”

Dakota raised her eyebrow. “You have your own room here?” She sounded genuinely surprised. “And here I thought they just shoved you in a broom closet until you were needed.”

“Uh, Dakota, what are you doing?!” Dani hissed, trying to cool things down. She’d been on the receiving end of Sylvia’s anger before, and didn’t want Dakota messing things up for everyone.

“It’ll be fine,” Dakota assured the girl, completely unfazed by Sylvia’s bluster. “She won’t do anything to hurt me.”

Sylvia narrowed her eyes and tapped her cane in the sand. In an instant she and Dakota were transported away from the beach. The world around them twisted and spun as their surroundings shifted until they were standing in a fancy room decorated in a gothic style of reds and blacks. An ornately carved table sat in the center of the room, lacquered black to go with the walls, and with places set for two.

“I ask again,” Sylvia said, gesturing to the empty chair across from the head of the table. “Care to join me for dinner?”

“…So, uh… did anyone else see that?” Gina asked, rubbing her eyes. “Because I’m PRETTY sure that I didn’t take anything today.”

“It’s what she gets,” Dawn sighed. “Mouthing off to Sylvia like that. Doesn’t she realize how much power the host has?”

“She’s going to be okay, right?” Holly asked worriedly. Even if Dakota was a huge bitch, that didn’t mean she wanted anything to happen to her.

“She’ll be fine!” Carly said, but her cheerful tone of voice only went so far. It was obvious that she was just trying to assuage the other girls’ worries.

“Either way, it’s not our problem,” Rose said, tightening her grip on Nick’s arm. “Nick, darling, we have a date in the Master’s Suite, and it’s almost six o’clock! Can’t be late!”

“R-Right,” Nick mumbled blushing. The feeling of Rose’s breasts pressed into his arm was starting to unnerve him.

“But isn’t the hotel, like, really far away?” Kim asked, glancing at the large building in the distance. It would take quite a while to make it back there, even if they didn’t have to hug the shore.

“Might as well get to it, then,” Dani sighed.

But before anyone could make the trek to safe lodgings, Sylvia popped back in front of them with a smile on her face.

“Did you miss me?” She asked.

“Sylvia!” Nick exclaimed, shaking free of Rose. “Where’s Dakota?! What did you do with her?!”

“Your little friend is fine, I promise,” Sylvia said, rolling her eyes. “She’s enjoying a nice dinner as we speak. Pepperoni, sausage, mushroom, and pineapple pizza, her favorite. I know what my girls like,” she giggled, winking at him.

Nick wasn’t having it.

“Look, if you’re going to punish her for speaking her mind-”

Sylvia scowled. “Mouthing off is the least of her concerns,” she growled. Then she calmed herself down. “But no. I promise, it’s nothing like that. She and I just needed to have a little talk about boundaries, that’s all. And when we’re done, she’s free to go.”

Sylvia glanced at Holly and smirked. “So don’t get too caught up in your extracurricular activities, my girl. She’ll be back before you know it.”

Holly turned pale, and then she turned red. She stared down at the sand in shame.

“So why are you here?” Dani demanded. “I doubt it’s to reassure us that Dakota’s okay.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” Sylvia said bluntly. “No, the reason I’m here is to let you girls know what the new order for sleeping with the master this week will be.”

“Wait, it’s not the same order as last time?” Gina pouted. She’d been looking forward to seeing what Nick would do with her handcuffs.

“No, we want to change it up every week,” Sylvia said. “To really excite the audience, you know? So with that being said, the order for who will be sleeping with the master this week will be-”

“Me first,” Rose interjected, sauntering over to Nick and hanging off his arm again.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes. She was getting sick and tired of these girls interrupting her.

“…Yes, you’ll be the first one, with your date today,” she acknowledged. “NOW THEN. As for the remaining order, it will look like this.”

1. Kim

2. Dani

3. Dawn

4. Mary

5. Gina

6. Dakota

7. Carly

8. Holly

9. Rose

“Rose gets to go twice?” Gina asked, confused.

Sylvia scowled. “Weren’t you paying attention to the rules? As the Auditionee, Rose spends her first night on the island with the master, as well as her last night on the island with the master.”

“Potential last night,” Rose corrected Sylvia with a frown.

Sylvia nodded, ceding the point to her fellow blonde. “Yes, potential last night,” she acknowledged. “The point is, the Auditionee needs two nights with the master each week to endear herself to him. Should she stay on as a part of the official harem, she’ll be part of the weekly rotation like you girls.”

She smirked. “Of course, that means one of you will have been eliminated by then.”

A few of the girls shivered, Mary and Holly in particular. Gina looked a little uneasy herself; she doubted that her buddy would want to partner up with her for another week.

“Now, there’s one other detail about this order that’s important,” Sylvia continued. “And that’s where Rose here will be sleeping on the nights when she’s not with the master.”

“You said that before, right?” Carly remembered. “She’ll be sleeping with us.”

“I’m glad someone here was paying attention,” Sylvia nodded. “That’s right. Each night, the Auditionee will be spending the night with the buddy of the girl who’s sleeping in the Master’s Suite.” She glanced at Holly and smirked. “So much for having your room to yourself.”

Holly winced.

“So going off that, since I’m going next, that means Rose will be rooming with Mary tomorrow?” Kim asked to clarify.

“That’s right,” Sylvia nodded. “And then Carly next.”

“Woo! We’ll have a blast!” Carly cheered. Rose winked at her.

“And then she’ll be with me,” Gina said thoughtfully.

“I think you girls get the idea by now, yes?” Sylvia nodded. She didn’t wait for their replies. “Excellent. Well, now if you’ll excuse me, I have a dinner date to get to. I’d suggest you kids get a move on, it’s getting dark soon, and the hotel is quite a walk from here.”

Mary turned even paler. “W-Walk?” She whimpered. After all the running they’d done?

Sylvia laughed. “I’m just kidding,” she winked at the redhead, before waving her cane through the air. Nick and the girls looked around, startled and confused as the world spun around them before dropping them off out in front of the Harem Hotel.

Sylvia was nowhere to be seen.

“Well, someone was a hungry girl,” Sylvia noted as she returned to her chambers. Dakota had already devoured a pizza and was halfway done with her second.

“I have memories of eating this just last month,” Dakota said, shoveling slice after greasy slice down her throat. “But then, it’s also been far too long since I really had one, you know what I mean?”

Sylvia’s eyes twinkled. “There are those alternate memories we put in you, are you enjoying them, my girl?”

Dakota swallowed her last bites and sat upright in her chair, recognizing the irritation in Sylvia’s voice. She wiped her mouth with a napkin and smirked. “Immensely.”

“Then I’m sure you must understand that granting you that transformation came at great personal cost,” Sylvia leered at her from across the table.

“What’s the matter?” Dakota asked, leaning back in her chair. “Your job is to make things sexier, right? Well, now I have a new backstory with Nick filled with sexual tension. I guarantee he and I will be up for all sorts of fun together when my turn comes around. Your bosses can’t be upset with you about THAT.”

“My bosses want a fair game,” Sylvia replied. “This has been anything but. It wasn’t enough to revive you in an adult body, no, you needed to keep pushing. Trying to **** your hand and get everything you wanted. Well, news flash my girl, as fond as I am of you, there are certain lines that I won’t cross. This may come as a surprise, Dakota, but this island is not your personal playground. The executive producers and I are not here for your amusement. This is about Nick and his harem. Your cavalier actions will no longer be tolerated. Not while I’m in charge.”

Dakota didn’t react. She didn’t frown, she didn’t say a word, she just stared silently across the table at the blonde, who did a remarkable job herself of keeping up her poker face.

“You don’t seem like you’re in charge,” Dakota finally stated. “Rather… you seem like a doll. A cheap doll that one might find in some pawnshop.”

Sylvia clenched her cane tightly and glared at her pale dinner guest.

“You would do wise not to test me, my girl,” she warned her. “Because if you don’t mind yourself, then I-”

“You’ll what?” Dakota smirked. “Get angry? You can’t kill me. You brought me back to join the harem. Killing me is the last thing your bosses would let you do. So what will you do? Inflict me with a punishment? Fine. Punish away. It will be all too easy to work out some sympathy from Nick that way and turn him against you even more.”

Sylvia wanted to scream. She had all the power in this dimension, complete dominion over everything that took place on this island, and it STILL didn’t matter! Dakota didn’t seem to CARE!

I haven’t changed at all, she realized. I’m no host. She’s right, I’m just… a doll.

That thought stayed for about two seconds. Two seconds too long. No! You’re Sylvia River! You were made for this! Literally! It’s your job to run this season of Harem Hotel, it’s the whole reason you were born!

And she couldn’t let anyone ruin it, not even one of the girls in the harem.

“You’re right,” she admitted. “I can’t give you a punishment. Not really. But I’ll let you know. Giving you that transformation? That was the last favor you can expect from me, my girl. Everything from here on out you’ll have to achieve on the merit of being yourself.”

Sylvia narrowed her eyes.

“And you aren’t much of anything, dead girl.”

Dakota’s golden eyes flashed for a moment, her body surging with rage. For a second Sylvia thought she would lunge across the table and attack her! But she restrained herself, pushing a smile onto her lips.

“And here I thought you agreed to my deal out of gratitude,” Dakota sighed, shaking her head. “Who was it, that clued you into the little gambit planned out by Gina and the others, again? I believe it was me!”

Sylvia nodded. “That’s true, you were the one who informed me that Nick was scheming with those three. And in exchange for that bit of information I gave you one of your desired transformations among your options in this round. But you know, the more that I think about it… I can’t help but wonder who was it that put the idea of taking my cane into the minds of those girls in the first place?”

Dakota didn’t react. She stared calmly across the table without saying a word. Sylvia said nothing herself. The two women shared a meal in silence.

But inwardly, Sylvia was smirking.

True, there was nothing she could do to harm Dakota directly. If she took serious action against the girl, she’d be accused of bias once again, and this time there would be no avoiding the pit of eternal fire snakes.

But she didn’t need to take direct action, not anymore. She’d indirectly cooked up a scheme that would absolutely break Dakota… and all without biasing the results of the game whatsoever.

It would just depend on Nick.

Speaking of Nick, the poor boy had just returned to the Master’s Suite with Rose on his arm, the blonde in the red bikini chatting up a storm.

“So I heard you wrote a book? Can I read it? What’s it about?” Rose’s blue eyes were wide, and she looked at Nick so intently he actually felt a little uncomfortable.

“It-It’s just a book,” he mumbled. “It’s not that important.”

Luckily the elevator opened before he was pressed any further, and the décor of the suite caught Rose’s attention.

“Whoa! This place is amazing!” She gushed, dropping Nick’s arm and strolling inside, taking a look at the dazzling view. “I wonder, is this solid gold?” She picked up a vase and studied it.

“I think if it was really gold, it would weigh more,” Nick replied. “No, I think this stuff is just painted that way.”

“…Oh.” Rose set down the vase, disinterested. “Well, it still looks nice, anyway.” Her attention had returned to Nick. She winked at him. “A girl could get used to a place like this,” she breathed, swaying her hips seductively as she approached him. “I’m quickly warming up to the idea of joining your harem, master.”

“Uh… w-wow… thanks?” Nick wasn’t sure what to say. While no longer a total stranger to women coming onto him aggressively, Rose was a different beast than Carly or Dakota. He’d had a connection with those two, but Rose was a complete mystery.

And frankly, knowing that she was only expressing interest in him because she was paid was kind of a turn-off.

But then, maybe it’s easier this way, he thought. For practically the entire length of the series he’d been resistant to the advances of the girls because of his doubts. He knew they were being compelled by the rules of the game, and he felt uncomfortable about possibly taking advantage of them.

That wasn’t something he had to worry about with Rose. Even if he made her uncomfortable or creeped her out, she wouldn’t let it bother her.

Sylvia wanted him to reciprocate the girls’ advances. So maybe it was better to start with someone he felt nothing at all for.

But then… do I really want my first time having sex to be with a stranger? For money?

As if sensing his indecision, Rose leaned in close and distracted him with her dazzling smile. She stood up and pressed her lips against his ear, filling his nostrils with the soothing aroma of her rose-scented perfume.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered with a voice as soft as silk, “we don’t have to go all the way.”

Nick stumbled back, startled. Still wearing his swimsuit, his aching erection was on full display. “What? B-But I thought…”

Rose tittered, licking her lips. “Once you get a taste of what I’m capable of… you’ll be ruined for all the other girls. And I’d just feel so guilty if I let that happen before you got a taste of what they've got!” She let out an exaggerated sigh. “So I’ll forgo stealing your first time right out from under their noses. Have fun! Run wild! And then at the end of the week…”

She leaned in again, pushing him down to sit on the bed. Her voice took on a husky timbre. “…You’ll see what real sex is like.”

“Uhn!” Nick groaned, thrusting his hips in response to her sultry promise. Their time together in the Jacuzzi had been hours ago, but he could still feel her fingers wrapped around his cock. He remembered how skillfully she’d played with his dick, and wanted so desperately to get some of that pleasure back again. But she refused to touch him. She hovered in front of the bed, staring down at him with a hungry look in her eyes.

“You wait right here,” she breathed, her face flushing. “I’ll be back in just a second. I just need to prepare.”

Without another word she turned on her heel and strode into the bathroom, shaking her ass the whole way and leaving him throbbing on the bed.

Rose shut the door behind her and took a deep breath, letting out a long exhale.

Aaaaaaaaah! That was so intense! She screamed internally as she stared down her reflection in the mirror. She turned on the hand-dryer to conceal her voice.

“Okay, girl, this is going to be fine. This is just another role,” she encouraged herself. “You’re playing ‘Rose, the enchanting seductress, femme fatale woman in red’. So, you’ve never actually done anything with a guy before? So what? That’s why you read all those how-to books, right? And watched those YouTube tutorials?”

She paced back and forth. “But… but what if he finds out that I’m a… that I’ve never…?” The thought made her shiver. A guy like him, looking down on her?

Rose turned back to the mirror and clapped her cheeks. “You can do this!” She whisper-shouted. “You had him eating out of the palm of your hand this morning, and cumming into it! This will be easy! You just have to go out there and give him the performance of a lifetime! Convince him that he really is with the most sensual starlet in the world, and not a girl who hasn’t gotten a starring role in years!”

The more she stared at her reflection, the more she felt sick to her stomach. She’d always been proud of how much she resembled her mother, but now, knowing what she was about to do with a guy she barely knew…

“Do it for Chrys,” she reminded herself. “You can do it. I know you can.”

She slapped her cheeks again and **** a smile onto her face.

“You’re maman’s super-cute star, after all!”

Rose took another deep breath and took off her necklace. She wanted to make sure it was safe before she did what she was about to do.

She tried using the active ability of one of her transformations, Method Acting. It was a little unwieldy at first, and she felt dizzy trying to use it. She scanned through a list of possible transformations that appeared in the air in front of her before finding the one she wanted.

Perfect. Not only is she clearly the most popular, but this should lower her own chances due to repetition, Rose smirked, placing her finger over the words like pressing a button.

The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Rose strolled out.

“Sir? Do you have a second?”

Nick had to do a double-take. Rose had entered his bathroom wearing a bikini and not much else. Now she exited clad in a sexy schoolgirl outfit. Given how many blouses, ties, and tartan skirts he’d seen on Kim, he thought that he was completely unfazed by such things. But where Kim wore the uniforms like clothing, Rose wore hers with intention. She’d undone the top buttons on the blouse to show off her cleavage and the faint traces of a lacy red bra. The red tie she wore dangled tantalizingly between her tits like a garnish to his meal and he licked his lips out of instinctive hunger. But most of all was the innocent look on her face; it was nothing like the playful seductress he’d gotten to know over the last few hours. She completely gave off the air of a sweet schoolgirl bashfully approaching her professor, innocent to how delicious she looked in her uniform.

“R-Rose, you look… wow.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. He knew in the back of his mind that she was making use of both her transformations, copying Kim’s schoolgirl clothes and then perfectly playing the part. But his brain refused to think about that since all the blood in his body was rushing somewhere else instead.

“Sir, I’m so sorry I got such a low score on the exam,” Rose whispered, stalking over to the bed. “I meant to study, I really did! But when I checked my notes, I realized that they were blank…”

“Um, look, Rose, I’m not really…” Nick didn’t have a schoolgirl fetish. He could tell that she wanted him to play the role of her stern professor, but he wasn’t really sure how to get into that.

“It’s not like I’m not paying attention to your lectures in class,” Rose continued, undeterred by Nick’s inability to roll with the script. She knelt in front of the bed and stared up at him with her crystal blue eyes. “It’s just… I don’t know… whenever I see you up in front of the classroom talking with such a commanding presence, I just find my mind going to all sorts of other places, you know? And so… I couldn’t study properly. But maybe… I could make up for my low grade some other way?” She bit her lip seductively. “I could do some extra credit, perhaps?”

She was waiting for him to reply. Nick wracked his brain trying to come up with an answer, but he drew a blank.

“…I’m not really that good with roleplaying, sorry,” he spat out. God, why did you just say that, you moron?! He chastised himself immediately. They weren’t filming a porno, the only reason for doing this was getting off. And he’d just killed the-

“That’s fine,” Rose tittered, her eyes shining suggestively. “I don’t mind if you want to play ignorant… ‘professor’.” Her fingers were warm against his legs as she slowly crept them up towards his speedo. “We don’t have to be teacher and student if you don’t *want* to be. Just think of me as a girl… doing her best to please her man.”

Rose curled her fingers around the hem of his swimsuit, which had never felt so inadequate a coverage as it did at that very second. And then with a slight tug it was down to his ankles, leaving Nick’s cock pointing angrily up at the ceiling.

“Mmmm… it looks even tastier up close,” Rose purred, licking her lips. “Tell me… when the other girls got to play with this… how far did they go? I know I was the first one to jerk you off...” She reached out and cradled his balls, using one hand to fondle his sack while the other pumped his shaft, sending bursts of pleasure up into his brain.

“...But have you done anything else with them, I wonder?”

“Oh, fuck,” Nick groaned, thrusting up into her hand. How was she so good at this? How many men had she been with to master giving a handjob like this?

“Has anyone ever… licked it, before?” Without waiting for an answer Rose dragged her tongue up the length of Nick’s shaft, coiling around the tip for a second before pressing her lips against it in a kiss.

“N-No, no one…” he panted.

“I’m so hot right now…” Rose crooned. “You, my professor, sitting back in his bed, naked… cock hard, and thinking about covering his sexy little student’s face in his hot load… I’m getting so wet, sir, and that means tonight is your lucky night…”

She kissed the head of his cock again, slowing down the speed of her ministrations. “Because you’re going to watch me suck. On. Your. Hard. Cock.” She punctuated every word with another stroke. Then on the final stroke she went down to the base… and her mouth swallowed him whole.

Blowjob! +3 VP

First! x2 Multiplier

“Oh, fuck!” Nick groaned, thrusting up into her mouth. He’d never felt anything like this before. Not even the handjob in the Jacuzzi could compare. Her mouth was hot and wet and tight, and her tongue was everywhere, running all over his dick as she bobbed her head up and down in his lap.

Of course, he had no way of knowing just how amateurish her efforts were. No matter how much practice she’d had on bananas and other phallic objects, this was still the first cock Rose had ever swallowed. But what she lacked in experience she made up for in drive. Her tongue was everywhere, tracing across every inch of him as she tried to find the weak points to make him crumple beneath her.

She had to pick up the pace, because she was starting to run out of breath.

“…Pwaah!” She gasped, ripping her lips off his head and swallowing down a lungful of air. Nick was too dazed with pleasure to notice, of course, because her hands hadn’t let up their **** even as she regrouped for oxygen. She squeezed up and down the length of his shaft while continuing to fondle his balls, working him harder, harder, getting him ready to blow.

The thought of what was coming next sickened and excited her. If she wanted to make this memorable night for him, she’d need to take him to the hilt, and have him let out his load inside. There was no other way.

Come on! I can feel you throbbing! Just give in already and finish! She yelled at him in her head. She returned to sucking on his cock, redoubling her efforts to push him over the edge. But he just wasn’t there yet. He was holding back.

“Come on already!” She pulled off him, her voice raspier than she’d anticipated. “Grab my hair, really give it to me!”

It was the kind of wild suggestion that she wouldn’t have made if she were in a saner frame of mind. But Rose had gotten swept up in her role and was just that dedicated to driving him over the edge. She could feel his hands hovering above her hair, **** to grab onto her and **** her to move the way that would feel best for him, but he was too much of a nice guy to-

“Fuck! Fuck! You're so fucking good!”

She felt his fingers wrap around her hair and she froze. Nick had finally given into that primal part of his brain. Maybe her teasing tongue had pushed him too far over the edge, or maybe it was the fact that he was just that **** and he didn’t care for her wellbeing as much as the other women in her life. Rose didn’t really have the time to analyze the possible thoughts that went into making his decision, because he was already pulling her head down to meet the **** thrusts of his hips.

The Master’s Suite was soon filled with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as Rose’s lips slurped and smacked along the length of Nick’s hard shaft. She hummed to herself as she went, actually finding she enjoyed the feel of his cock in her mouth more than she’d expected to. It almost felt nice, being used like this. It wasn’t like Nick was violent with her. He was doing all the work, and she could just sit back and reap the rewards.

“R-Rose, I’m… I’m gonna… unngh, ah!” Nick stammered out a half-hearted warning about his impending orgasm, not that Rose could do anything about it if she were so inclined. His grip on her head was too tight, and he **** her all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair tickled her nose. Not seeing any escape and quite content with where she was at the moment, Rose went on the attack, her tongue going wild and slathering him with saliva as she attacked every weak point she could think of to drive him over the edge.

With a primal cry of resignation Nick let go of his restraint, thrusting into Rose’s waiting mouth. She sucked out his load with surprising talent that he mistook as experience, draining his testicles of all that hot and creamy seed. She accepted the treat with surprising interest, not at all lying when she said earlier that day that Nick’s semen wasn’t the worst she’d ever tasted- it was the only semen she’d ever tasted, but honestly? She didn’t mind the flavor at all. And it made up for the fact they hadn’t had dinner yet.

Swallowed! +1 VP

First! x2 Multiplier

Nick fell back into bed, thoroughly drained. His penis softened in Rose’s mouth as she drew herself back, flopping down beside him with a grin on her face.

“So what’s the verdict, professor? Did I get an A for my oral report?”

“Ugh…” Nick groaned at the pun, turning away from her as she laughed.