Of course she does. She wants that 100k!

Lacey fidgets on the ride to the studio for Fucked or Fortune. Is she making a mistake? Sure, she needs the money, but to let someone fuck her for losing a game show goes well beyond her comfort zone. She’s only had a couple of boyfriends and has always been bashful about anyone else seeing her naked, much less in a lewd act. If she loses, will she even get to meet the male performer before he fucks her? She doesn’t know and is starting to realize she should’ve asked a lot more questions before getting in this van.

In the front seat, Ms. White looks as coolly confident as ever, but their driver hasn’t said two words the entire time. Ms. White looks back and says, “I’m sure you’ll get on famously with our host, Danny D.” She looks back at Lacey, the yellow bikini bottoms plunging down between the girl’s soft, pale thighs. “He’s going to love every inch of you, for sure.”

“I um look forward to meeting him then. I just hope the game show is something I can win. Realizing now I should’ve asked what kinds of games it has.” Chewing at her lip again, Lacey presses her thighs together tighter still. She desperately needs the money but losing has its own appeal: she’s wet from thinking of what’ll happen if she loses, from thinking of some young stud bending her over to have his way with her tight pussy.

Ms. White reaches back and pats the girl’s thigh. “Too late to back out now. But I think you’ll find our games reasonable enough. We have solo games and group games. Trivia contests and physical contests against other girls. If you win, you get the $100,000. If you lose, you get fucked.” Ms. White looks forward again. “Oh look, we’re here.”

The van parks in front of a warehouse. Ms. White gets out and helps Lacey down out of her seat, the blonde again towering over the short, curvy redhead as they walk to the warehouse’s entrance. Lacey has eyes only for the warehouse and says, “Not exactly what I was expecting. Not glamorous at all.”

Ms. White chuckles. “Fuck glamor. Discretion trumps all, and no one bothers us here.” She holds the front door open for Lacey. “Let me just get you that waiver and we’ll get you on stage with Danny D.”

The reality of what could happen to her starts to sink in as Lacey accepts the clipboard with the waiver from Ms. White. Breathing faster, she scans the legal jargon and hastily signs her name at the bottom to keep herself from backing out at the last minute. “Um, here you go. Waiver signed.”

Ms. White takes the clipboard under one arm and steps in beside Lacey. She nods toward the nearby hallway. “You see that big curtain back there? Just go down the hall and through the curtain and you’ll be on stage with Danny D.” She pats her on the butt. “Best of luck to you!”

Lacey walks forward. Her heart pitter-patters inside her chest. Is she really going to do this? Is she going to go on some game show where she could end up getting fucked by some guy she didn’t even know? More than anything, she’s wishing she’d remembered to wear something else, something other than the tiny bikini. Reaching back, she does her best to adjust the bikini bottoms, blushing at the thought of whatever closeups the cameras catch of how the fabric clings to her bubble butt.

She takes a deep breath and steps through the curtain. Blinding lights have her shielding her eyes a moment, and in that moment, she feels a masculine arm wrap around her shoulders. “Hello, and welcome to Fucked or Fortune! The game show where contestants either win big or get fucked!” He squeezes her shoulders. “This is our newest contestant, Lacey Bryce! Lacey is an aspiring actress hoping to break her way into show business. We’ll certainly be happy to break her in! Tell me Lacey, why did you choose to compete on our show today?” He lowers the mic to her mouth.

Lacey leans in and gets a whiff of his cologne as she says, “I could really use the money. For rent. And I guess it’ll be good exposure for my career.” She looks up to the man next to her, to his handsome features and dark hair, realizing he must be nearly a foot taller than her, the realization making her feel small and somehow ****. Did the host join in when a contestant loses? Lacey hadn't asked and is now wishing she had.

Danny D pulls the mic back. “Oh, you can trust Fucked or Fortune to give you all the exposure you could ever want!” He cups a feel of her round ass through the bikini bottoms, causing Lacey to squirm. “Let’s see which challenge our courageous redhead will be facing today!” He points with the mic to the digital board overhead as the board randomizes the challenge Lacey will face today to try and earn that 100k.