Make a splash

Eric was so absorbed in his book he wasn't watching the time. Luckily Stephanie was on top of things as usual, she stood up and pulled his book away and tapped her wrist.

"Oh. Right. Thanks." He got up and hurried up to the deck. There he found Sarah, Valerie, Kiki and Lili waiting for him. Sarah was dressed quite modestly in a black Victorian style dress. Valerie was also dressed modestly, for her. A form fitting blouse and knee length pencil skirt showed off her figure but a cardigan and pantyhose hide most of her skin.

Kiki and Lili were both dressed in wetsuits. Kiki even had an air tank on her back and flippers on her feet. "We're ready!" They squealed together.

Eric looked at Sarah, "Uh they are coming? And where are we?"

"Ok so they are going to come scuba diving with us. We're in Djibouti…not my first choice. Still Valerie converted some BP to francs so we're going to go shopping first. These two dummies are going to find a good spot and set up for diving afterwards." Sarah explained.

"Ok sure. Let's go." Eric led the girls onto the helicopter.

Beatriz was wearing bikini bottoms, and nothing else. She sat on the side of the pool with her toes in the water. Marcos/Mali had combined and were swimming in the swim spa at maximum speed. Beatriz looked out to the mainland not far away. She didn’t know much about Djibouti, but figured a nearly 100% muslim country wouldn’t appreciate her walking around topless all the time so she was glad they never docked.

Beatriz heard the door to the sunroom open and turned to see Isla and Yaz coming out. Isla wore a cow print bikini and Yaz, well, she was dressed as Princess Jasmine of course. “Mind if we join you?” Yaz asked. Beatriz shook her head so they came over and sat beside her.

“Wow look at them go, that double strength thing is wild.” Isla commented, watching Marcos/Mali.

Beatriz nodded, “For sure. They’ll be done soon, they put a timer on the swim spa for twenty minutes.” Sure enough a few minutes later the spa turned off and the water went still again. Marcos/Mali swam to the edge and got out.

“Oh, hey Yaz. Hey Bitch.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.” said Isla.

Marcos/Mali grinned, “No. Funny would be some kind of cow pun. I was just being mean.”

Isla clicked her teeth, “I see. Well, that’s actually why I am here. To see you, well, Mali, but yes.”

Marcos/Mali cannonballed into the pool in front of Isla, splashing everyone. When they surfaced they smiled at Isla, “You want to see me because I am mean to you?”

Isla nodded, “Ya. Well, I think the fact that you openly hate me actually means I can trust your opinion on this. See…I’m thinking of asking Eric to marry me. I mean, use that ring on me. I’m last in VP. With this new no repeat performance I”m screwed on ever crossing 100. I’m going to get eliminated, it's just whether or not I get to decide how it happens. I’ve already got a craving to be pregnant, so housewife makes sense, right? I think I’d already be pregnant if Eric actually wanted to spend time with me. It’s only going to get worse.”

Marcos/Mali put a finger to their chin, “Hmm. Ya. I didn’t really think of it that way, but you are fucked. Wait, are we fucked to? It’ll be close. Fuck. Ok, I still don’t really get why you are asking me. Ask him or don’t ask him. I don’t care. Ok, Marcos says he cares a little bit, but Mali doesn’t give a single fuck.”

Yaz gave Isla a look, “Ya. I’m a little confused too. Why didn’t you ask me?”

Beatriz snorted, “Or me? I can hate you too if you’d like.”

Isla sighed, “Ok. Everyone is free to give me their opinions. I wanted to ask Mali because she doesn’t care about me, but she does care about Eric. I thought if Mali agreed I should ask him, well, then it might not just be me being selfish.”

“Since when do you care about being selfish?” Marcos/Mali asked, then they seemed to shudder for a second and kept speaking, “Sorry. Mali’s all worked up from our workout. It’s nice that you are trying to be less selfish.”

“I guess I am being selfish. I mean I know that an ‘unplanned’ elimination transformation will be designed to suit the tastes of the audience and Eric. So just rolling the dice there might leave me very unhappy, but Eric should be ok with it. I could also just put on the collar, or buy that chef’s apron too. Eric would probably be fine if it was me in either of those roles. Again though, I wouldn’t be happy. I don’t want to be a sex ****, and I have no desire to be the Harem’s cook. Asking him to marry me…well I’m pretty sure he’d rather marry anyone else, even Sarah.”

“Well he ain’t fucking marrying us.” Marcos/Mali said emphatically, “I think you’re looking at it wrong though. The wedding ring he’s been given, that’s for a trad-wife elimination. He doesn’t want a trad wife. He may actually want to marry Trinity, or Alexandra, maybe even Valerie. But he wants a partner, not a housewife. You might actually do him a favour volunteering, that way he doesn’t have to **** a woman he actually loves to give up a career and devote herself to him.”

“Hey, what about me?” Yaz asked, Marcos/Mali never mentioned her.

“Oh. I guess he could marry you too. I didn’t know you wanted that.”

“I don’t know. Actually…I was considering the wedding ring too. Even the **** collar. I can’t win now, maybe I should just get out of the way. I have no fucking idea what I want to do after this show ends, but if I put one of those on, it would be decided for me.”

Beatriz stood up and went over to Yaz and gave her a big hug, “No fucking way. Don’t even think about it. You might not be a prude but I know you don’t want to be a sex ****, or a housewife for that matter. You are young now remember, you’ve got your whole life to figure out what’s next and a whole harem of sisters to help you every step of the way. Oh, and Eric. A rich sugar daddy to support whatever you want to try.”

“Actually I wondered if Yaz also wanted the wedding ring,” Isla interjected, “I remember her date in the past, her threesome with herself. You might have played it off to Eric, but I know you really were curious about the what-if you’d had a family instead of a career.”

Yaz sighed, “Ya. I guess. I’m sorry Isla, this was about you and I’ve made it about me. I have a much better chance of avoiding elimination, even if I don’t win the wish. I won’t stand in your way.”

Isla nodded, “Ok. Thanks. I’ll think about it. Now who’s up for a swim?” She stood up and jumped in beside Marcos/Mali hitting them with a big splash. Yaz and Beatriz laughed and jumped in too. Soon the four of them were swimming around, enjoying the sun, the water, and each other’s company.

Jenny was normally a shoot from the hip kinda gal. She didn't do plans, she went with the flow. Which is why it was so unusual that she was sitting down at a desk making a plan for tomorrow. She was taking Sarah on a date. Just the two of them. It had to be absolutely perfect.

She was so focused on writing she didn't even notice Trinity come in. Trinity couldn't help but read over Jenny's shoulder, it was just in her nature. "Wow Jenny. That sounds so romantic. I didn't know you had it in you."

Jenny looked over at her and smiled, "You think so? I want it to be perfect."

Trinity put her hand on Jenny's shoulder, "Yes I do. She’s going to love it.”

Jenny smiled, “Thanks. I appreciate it. Also, what the fuck are you wearing?”

“Oh, I’m the maid today. That’s why I came here. Dust dust dust. Alexandra has it worse, she’s crawling around with a duster for a gag. At least, I think she does. These heels are killing me. Alexandra’s a champ.”

“Need some help? I’m basically done here.”

“Really? You don’t have to. I mean this ship actually isn’t dirty, but I can’t take off these boots until we’ve cleaned everything.”

“For sure. Just tell me what to do, I’m your gal.”

With Jenny’s help the cleaning went by rather quickly. They caught up to Alexandra and the three of them finished cleaning the entire ship in the early afternoon. They knew they had finished because the gag fell out of Alexandra’s mouth. Trinity quickly knelt down to take off the boots.

“Fuck Alexandra, that was a lot of work for 2000BP.” Trinity sighed.

“Wait, you guys were getting paid?” Jenny asked. When Trinity and Alexandra looked at each other Jenny laughed, “Got you. Don’t worry. I knew you weren’t cleaning for fun. I’m happy to help.”

Alexandra smiled, “Thanks Jenny. We owe you one. Speaking of help, either of you wanna give me permission to put my boots back on?”

“Oh sure. You may put your boots on.” said Trinity.

“What a stupid rule, maybe we can change it.” Jenny pulled out her phone and typed.

Alexandra must refer to Jenny as her Queen at all times

Trinity laughed when she saw it, “Jenny what the fuck?”

Alexandra looked at them confused, “What’s going on? What did my Queen propose? I mean, my Queen. Fuck. Ok, so my Queen’s motion must have passed then. Very funny.”

Jenny giggled, “Well now you don’t have to get permission to wear boots anymore. We’ve tried silly things before but for some reason people won’t vote for something with no effect. This is still silly, but embarrassing, so it passed.”

Alexandra finished putting on her boots and stood up. She gave a fake curtsey, “Thank you my Queen.” Standing back up straight she stuck her tongue out at Jenny.

“Come my dear subjects, your Queen is famished. Let us adjourn to the dining hall and the royal cook’s shall bring us delicious victuals.”

Trinity laughed, “Yes your highness. We peasants are so honoured to eat in your glorious presence.”

Alexandra hit Trinity lightly, “Hey who are you calling a peasant.”

The trio giggled as they made their way upstairs to go eat.

Eric felt a little uneasy walking around the market of Djibouti city. It wasn’t that he was afraid, he just felt awkward flaunting so much wealth in a country which was rather poor. Not only had they arrived in a luxury helicopter, but after walking out Valerie had handed him a million Djiboutian francs. He didn’t know the conversion rate, but after testing out his French skills he realized they could afford anything they wanted in this market.

Valerie 4000 BP -> 3000 BP

As they walked along he noticed they were definitely getting some stares. He supposed that even with a number of foreign military bases in the country the locals weren’t used to the stunning redhead and the pale goth beside him.

Eric didn’t really need anything, but Valerie insisted they weren’t shopping because they needed things, but rather ‘for the experience’ whatever that means. Figuring he might as well indulge her he approached a man selling rugs. Using his old high school French he asked the vendor how much, “Bonjour, le rouge tapis, combien?”

The man replied a little too quickly, but realizing he’d lost Eric he repeated himself, “150,000 francs.”

Eric shrugged, he had tons. He reached into his wallet to pay the man, but Valerie ran over and slapped his wrist, “Stop that. He’s fleecing you. Did you even try to haggle?”

“Um. No?”

Valerie sighed, “Where’s the fun in that? He wants you to haggle. Just look at him.”

Eric looked at the man, “I’m pretty sure he just wants to sell his product for the most possible money.”

“Men. You know nothing.” Valerrie took his wallet and pulled out some amount of money. She didn’t even bother with French, she gave the man the money, “Here. More than enough. Thank you.”

The man looked at the money in his hand, considered for a moment, then handed Valerie the rug. As they walked away Eric asked, “So how much did you actually give him?”

“50000. Still a rip off, but I didn’t want you to think I was totally heartless.”

Beside him Sarah giggled, “No. Not totally, just a little bit right?”

Valerie stuck out her tongue, “Hey I know my worth. Bring me along to your next comic-con or whatever, I’ll get you whatever you need.”

Sarah stopped, “Wait. For real? That’s actually a great idea. You see there’s a limited edition…”

Valerie cut her off, “Ok ok. I don’t actually care about your comics, but for whatever reason I like you. So yes, I mean it. I’ll help you argue or haggle or auction whatever you need.”

Sarah grinned, “Ok. I’ll wait till we are back on the helicopter to tell you about my favourite comics, when I have you as a captive audience.”

Valerie feigned annoyance, “Oh Eric. Save me from the horrors of comic books.”

Eric laughed, “Ya well I’d actually love to hear what Sarah has to say.”

“Ah I’m stuck with nerds!” Valerie laughed, “Ok let’s buy a few more things and then head out. We’ve got an underwater date to make after all.”

After getting out of the pool Yaz said bye to the others and headed to her room alone. She wasn't in her thoughts. She'd always been so driven, such a go-getter. She'd dominated her industry by **** of will. She'd always gone after whatever she wanted.

Even coming here had been her choice. She'd come for her youth, but now she felt like the dog who finally caught her own tail. What next?

Why did this challenge suddenly seem too much for her? She needed 40 VP to avoid elimination. It felt like very little and way too much at the same time. For the first time in her life she just wanted to take the easy way out.

She decided to pull out her magic 8 ball. She'd avoided it lately, but maybe it could help her now.

"Would I be happy as Eric's housewife?"

Yes

Wow, that was more straightforward than she expected. Except, if the transformation made her want to serve Eric's needs, and he allowed her to do so, she'd be happy but wouldn't it be fake?

"Would I be happier by avoiding elimination?"

Cannot predict now

Fuck, stupid thing.

"Does Isla actually want to be Eric's housewife?"

You may rely on it

Interesting, Yaz thought. She tossed the 8 ball aside. She'd have to try getting more VP. Maybe if elimination seemed certain she'd revisit how she wanted to go out.

She heard a knock at the door. She walked over and opened it and was surprised by a woman wearing a ski mask shoving her back. Her assailant overpowered her quickly and got her down on the ground on her stomach. The woman pulled her arms behind her and cuffed them together. Then she locked a ring gag in her mouth and a posture collar on her neck.

Then she took a chain and locked her cuffs to the collar, forcing her arms up awkwardly. Next the attacker cut all her clothes off and gave her ass a slap, "Sorry Yaz. It was just time. Eric's not on board right now but I'm sure you'll find him later."

Yaz groaned into the gag, she'd gotten used to her temporary break from Damsel in Distress. Her attacker removed her mask and helped Yaz to her feet. Of course it was Vivi. She'd probably volunteered. Vivi gave Yaz another swat and waved bye.

Sarah was surprised with how fun Valerie made this shopping trip. She'd ended up amassing a group of followers and was busy buying things for everyone.

Eventually they'd spent all the money they brought with them and they said goodbye and headed back to the helicopter.

"That was actually fun." Eric admitted.

"Ya. Valerie, you are great when you're being yourself." Sarah said, but then immediately regretted it. Who says that?

Valerie scowled, "Hey don't lecture me Wednesday. I'm always fun."

"Sorry. That was rude. I just meant I had a good time. Better than I expected."

"Apology accepted. Now have either of you ever been scuba diving before?" Valerie asked. Both of them shook their heads. "Oh fuck. Ok well I bet those bimbos somehow are actually experts. No fuck that, we can't rely on them." Valerie pulled out her phone. A minute later she smiled, "Ok. I just bought us expert diver perks. Now you both know exactly what to do."

Valerie 3000 -> 2000

It was true Sarah realized. As she thought about diving she found all the knowledge required. When the helicopter finally landed they found Lili and Kiki waiting on the deck with a bundle of equipment behind them.

"There you are. This is a good spot. Let's go!" Kiki was very excited.

The three of them changed into wetsuits and got all their gear on. It was odd for Sarah, she knew exactly what to do despite never actually being near scuba gear before.

"Ready?" Eric asked.

"Yes!" Sarah and Valerie said together.

Kiki and Lili didn't wait. They dove right in. Eric, Valerie and Sarah followed.

They couldn't talk underwater and they quickly lost sight of the golems. Oh well, they'd be fine. Sarah stuck with Eric and Valerie as they explored the coral reef. Jenny had told Sarah about her date on the sub but this felt so much better. Sarah spotted something shiny near the seabed and swam down to grab it.

As she got closer she was surprised to see it was Trinity's lamp. What was it doing here? She grabbed it and went to show Valerie and Eric.

Valerie was obviously excited and pointed up to the surface. She didn't wait for confirmation and headed up. Eric shrugged and followed. Sarah held tightly to the lamp and swam up.

Once they were all on board Valerie asked, "What are you going to wish for? I have some ideas."

"I hadn't thought of it. What's your idea?" Sarah asked.

"I have lots actually. Ok we could wish to switch bodies. Then I could have sex with Eric in your body, you'd get a ton of VP without actually having to sleep with him. Or we could wish to take control of his orgasms. So we can milk him for all he's worth. Or we could wish for him to obey us for a period of time so we can order him to eat us out all night."

"Ahem, I'm right here you know?" Eric interjected.

"Sure sure whatever." Valerie stuck out her tongue. "What do you think Sarah?"

"Um I appreciate the offer to help me get points, but I don't even want to think about my body having sex with a man, no offense Eric. Taking control of his orgasms sounds kinda fun…oh I know."

Sarah rubbed the lamp and Trinity appeared in a plume of blue smoke. "Oh hey guys. I mean, my command is your wish. No. Sorry, I've been drinking. Um. Right. Your wish is my command."

"Ok, um. I wish that for the rest of the night Valerie and I had to be completely obedient to Eric, unable to resist any commands at all, and also that Eric gains a perfect understanding of our limits and kinks."

Trinity smiled, "Wish granted, sorta. It was a big ask to override Valerie's free will, but it seems to have worked. Only I could only manage until 8pm, not the whole night. So better get busy Eric." Trinity slapped him on the back and headed back to the dining room.

"The fuck Sarah, I'm not the submissive one remember?" Valerie complained.

"Ya well that's why I gave him understanding. I trust Eric, and I think you do too. He won't push you beyond your comfort level."

Valerie crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Eric, "Fine. I do trust you Eric. Make it a night I won't forget."

Eric grinned, "Sure thing. Let's see. First you should, sorry, must, get naked right here."

Both women immediately started to strip, "Hey they can still see us from the shore." Valerie complained.

"No way. They'd need binoculars. Besides, this is about what I can see, not them."

Once both women were naked Eric smiled, "Gorgeous. Ok let's head downstairs. I have some ideas. Oh but Sarah, you have to crawl there. Valerie you can either crawl beside her or masturbate to orgasm right here before you follow."

Sarah immediately fell to her knees and started crawling. Valerie hesitated, but decided to crawl behind her. Eric didn't look back as he led them to the suite.