Party!

The drink was better than they’d thought. In a haze Erica became aware that she was starting at herself in the mirror, and that a woman was wiping her makeup away with a sponge. It was GODDESS. “We all got assigned roles for helping with the club. This was before I became top girl, you see. But mine was makeup artist, isn’t that cute?”

Erica saw in the mirror Molly and Marie we’re getting the same treatment. Molly’s hair was in curlers, Erica almost didn’t recognize her without the ponytail. Bae was working on her, and there was a dark skinned woman covered in tattoos who was helping Marie. Reyna, Erica recalled.

“Wuz going on.” Erica yawned, and reached out for a drink, that looked peachy and sweet.

GODDESS handed her the drink and began with the foundation. “We’re getting you ready for the club. I love your goth look, i want to do something special with it.”

“Mmm.” Was Erica’s weak response as she sipped at her drink. Her head was thumping in tune with the club, and she could hear the moaning from the dance floor. It occurred to her, she didn’t know where she was.

“You girls are sooo young, your master must be a creep.” Reyna said, tweezing Marie’s eyebrows.

“Or a high schooler.” Bae offered.

“No way.” Reyna shook her head. “She’s wearing a school girl outfit, that’s some fetish nonsense.”

GODDESS began to paint Erica’s lips a new and exciting color of black. It was matte no shine at all. “I’m betting you were master’s high school sweet heart, and they made you just how he remembered you, or how he wanted you, because you are way too cute and shy to be a natural goth.” She blew Erica a kiss once her lips were done. “Though that still leaves you two a mystery.”

“He’s a creep.” Molly said from her seat.

“Told you.” Reyna smiled at them in the mirror. “So are you guys ravers too?”

Molly shook her head, much to Bae’s distress. “Ours is in a hotel. They all are. You guys were in a spin off of the series. It only lasted one season.”

“We’ll hot damn.” Reyna laughed bitterly. “All that shit we went through, and we didn’t even get renewed.”

“Reyna you haven’t minded going through shit for years.” Bae laughed.

“Yeah, yeah go fuck your nipples.” Reyna shot back.

“She can do that you know.” GODDESS stage whispered. “Towards the end fuckable nipples came up for voting, oooooooh shit you’ve never seen a bar climb so fast. Instead of ****, her nips get all luby, looks like milk. Master just presses his dick against her nipple and sssssssssslurp in he goes. It’s like watching an alien feed.”

“She loves it too.” Reyna chuckled. “Makes noises like a cat in heat.”

“You two are such bitches.” Bae sighed.

All three girls comedically touch their nipples, imagining passing a dick through them. No thanks.

“You guys get anything fun like that yet?” Reyna asked. She’d decided not to wax Marie’s hairy-ass legs.

Fun. What did these animals consider fun?

“I’m a fucking stoner for all my life if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Yeah, sweat thc and then we’ll talk.” Reyna laughed.

Fun transformation, Erica was wracking her brain. She liked Eve’s new body, even if she’d never admit it. “We have a girl with red skin.”

“Nice.” Reyna smiled.

“A sun burn rrrrrrreal sexy.” GODDESS was unimpressed. “Come on give us something good.”

“Boudica has to cum as much as the rest of the harem combined everyday.”

“Yikes.” Bae shook her head. “She’d be in a coma with our Preya."

"Sounds to me like Skylar's getting soft in her old age."said GODDESS.

"Or maybe Karen was the brains behind everything." Said Bae.

Erica couldn't stand for that. "She has NOT gotten soft. One of the girls is as smart as her ranking, last week she was at the bottom, and she was a complete idiot, could barley talk, was drooling... it was awful... I did that to her."

"Ooooh girl." GODDESS Purred, and began to work on Erica's eyes. She was overflowing with pride. "That must have been devious."

Reyna considered this transformation. "Maybe Karen was the sexy one, and Skylar is just cruel."

"Did you play with her when she was like that? Your girl? You must felt powerful. Taking down a rival like that."

"Y-yeah I did. I slept with her when she was like that." She felt like lying to this woman. They were back in the real world, but it felt fake to her now. Here she was free of consequence, no Skylar or audience to judge her actions. Maybe it was the club. Maybe it was a show, but she felt like she would get further by earning GODDESS' trust, than gawking in horror.

"Mmm I bet you did. To break a rival, and then use her. Does life offer a greater pleasure?" GODDESS rubbed her cheek against Erica. "Does she remind you of anyone girls?"

Bae kept silent, and began to remove the curlers from Molly's head. Reyna however held a hand to her heart. "Why our beloved goddess of course." It wasn't clear if the devotion in her voice was sarcastic or genuine.

"I think so too." GODDESS grinned. "Like a little sister." Erica hoped she couldn't feel her skin crawl.

"You guys watched our season right?" Bae asked, rescuing Erica.

"Binged it." Marie said. "I would have watched season 2."

"Who was your favorite?"

"NayNay for purely lust and **** based reason."

"Ah yes." Reyna said. "Our little dryad. I don't even remember what she was like before that... besides the boots."

"I liked Nadia." Said Molly. "I thought I'd probably be her in the game."

"We'll have to introduce you." Bae just about had had the last curler out of Molly's hair.

Erica blushed, and sighed. "Mine was GODDESS."

The other two women rolled their eyes, and even GODDESS gave a patronizing giggle. "You are such a suck up little sister."

"No it's true." Marie laughed. "She felt so seen, by your character. Until you became a total psycho of course. Ow!" Reyna and Bae froze up, their eyes moving to watch GODDESS in the mirror. Reyna accidenly pulled on Marie's hair.

GODDESS only smiled and leaned down to Erica. "Did you eliminate her too? Like I eliminated Rosa? Are you the reason, she's a loser stoner now?"

Trembling, Erica nodded her head. "Yes." She then gasped. "Ah! Something's touching my vagina."

"That's your hand." GODDESS calmed her, it was only then Erica noticed she was completely naked, all three of them. Then she noticed that it was her hand making circles around her clit. She took another sip from her drink to calm herself. "I look really good."

GODDESS had done a miracle with her makeup. She looked very striking, mysterious. Her brown eyes seemed to float in a sea of darkness. Her bangs were perfectly curled, with two curly q's framing her face cutely. GODDESS had penciled in black hearts along her temples, and her cheeks shone with an artifical pinkness. She'd never felt so hot.

Her fingers seemed to approve, they were rubbing her lips happily.

"You sure do." GODDESS kissed her cheeks. "Really wish we'd dressed you all before we started on makeup. "My brain is so fuck stupid sometimes." She kissed Erica again. "We'll dress you carefully."

GODDESS helped her out of the chair and led her through the room to a rack of clothing. Erica caught Molly in the mirror who mouthed 'you look so hot' to the nervous girl.

GODDESS got Erica into a pair of silk panties, and a strapless bra, but as soon as she shimied the girl into a sleek black cocktail dress a problem presented itself. The dress writhed, and moved, and changed until it was a black blouse, still wonderfully silk, but not a dress. "Oh that's going to be a problem." GODDESS sighed. "So you really are your master's school girl."

"Yup." Erica was rubbing her self through the silk. It was so cool and smooth. To her side Reyna was getting Marie dressed in a onesie, it looked like it could have been a pilot's flgihtsuit. It even had patches, but they were of vulva and cannibas. "I'm daddy's little girl."

"Slutty school girl it is." Goddess started pulling out pieces. "Just got to find you a skirt."

"So what tips do I even need? I'm not a player." Stan was vaguely distracted by the gradual tide of clubbers that was coming into the building. What time was it?

"This is your life man, if you're so morally concerned I'd expect you to want to take a more proactive approach." Peaks had the confidence of a man who owned a harem. Stan wanted to punch this cocky bastard, he always seemed so in control, and made Stan feel stupid, or at least very young.

"Fine." Stan looked away. "I concede to the wisdom of my elder, what do I need to know?"

"The show is about you getting what you want. " Obvious enough. "That means you're the one who should be choosing who the winner is."

"By sleeping with them."

"Sure, among other things." Peaks sighed. "Listen if you're anything like me you're probably trying to be a good guy. Trying not to play favorites, or maybe trying to stay loyal to your girlfriend. You're giving each of the girls their chance to sleep with you so they don't get eliminated."

"More or less." Stan had felt a bit obligated to… put out. Not that his lust was enough to match his duty, because once he saw their changes he usually raging hard. But he’d be lying if he said he lusted fur all the women equally.

Peaks nodded. "Same mistake I made. Pick your girl and stick with her, man."

"That's your advice?" Stan was not impressed.

"If you treat each girl the same, you're going to end up with the one who did whatever it takes to win. If you don't care then great. But if you have someone special, or even just someone who's ass you admire, help them win. It's your game too, and it doesn't matter if it's unfair."

Stan saw his point, did he really see himself marrying Olympias, or Mary? He also saw the look in Peaks eyes, urgency. The type that only comes from regret. A soldier who’s stepped on a mine, and cries out in warning. "You had someone..."

Peaks nodded. "She didn't win, because I didn't want to hurt anyone."

"What's it matter if she won or not. All first place gets is a wish right? Can't you still be with her... or at least whatever she became if we're using your logic."

"No." Peaks really did need someone to talk this all out with, Stan saw this now. What a lonely fate this guy lived. At least his Harem members had eachother to relate to, he thought he was the only man in the world with this problem. "You and the winner, you become linked. It's hard to explain, but that person becomes the most important person in the harem to you, but it's not love. Fuck I'm scared of GODDESS if I'm being honest. It's not love, maybe it's just... covetousness. You know how Citizen Kane is a shit movie, but you're obligated to say it's the greatest movie every made?”

"Of course."

"Kind of like that. I'm just compelled to put her first." This was the first time Stan felt sorry for the guy. "The audience chose her, not me. But I could have made the difference. If I'd just done everything I could for my girl..."

"Shit." Stan couldn't stop himself from laughing. He raised his hand to let Peaks know it wasn't hostile in anyway. "That's exactly what Eve told me yesterday." He kicked the couch. "I came all this way just to find out she's right."

Erica did not think the platform boots she was being marched out in would pass a uniform check, but her transformation seemed to give it a pass. That and the spider web tights she was wearing under her skirt. At long last the fabled little girl pig tails had made their way onto her head, styled to perfection by GODDESS. Erica had never thought of herself as head turning, especially not Erica at this age, but the evidence was fairly conclusive.

The club had gotten filed up. The culmination of body heat, had given the place a haze. Women and men in gay and squeaky outfits had filled the floor, and were now gyrating and kissing to the beat of DJ Slut Maus' moaning tracks. Those with eyes to see paused a moment and stared in lust at Erica and her friends as they made their debut.

"I've never been this horny in my life." Molly slurred, her red lips sticking together. Bae had transformed her into a brunette Marilyn Monroe, complete with a beautymark penciled in above her lip. She had a red satin dress, and long silk gloves on. Her pony tail was transformed into a perfect wavy sheet of chocolate colored hair that covered one eye.

"I think something wuz in the drinks." Erica whined.

"The drinks the, ****, the music." GODDESS purred pushing her troop of whores onto the dance floor. "I told you we want everyone to have fun here, and what's more fun than sex?"

"ama de baba?" Erica had a quip ready to go but it got lost somewhere in the pink slush that was filling her skull.

"Exactly." GODDESS smacked Erica and Molly on the ass. "Now go and have fun. Looks like Marie has already found a dance partner. She pointed to Marie who was at the bar with her new onsie already down around her ankles as some guy fucked her. She looked half asleep, and happy as Erica had ever seen her.

'Just a lazy little fuck' Erica thought.

Molly stumbled into her, as GODDESS left them alone. It wasn't that jarring. The whole dance floor was people running into eachother, and that was the least intimate contact Erica was seeing. "You look so hot." Molly breathed into Erica's ear. Her breath could get a person drunk.

It made pin pricks run up her whole body. "I feel hot." Erica squeezed one of her breasts, and sighed. "You're hot." Erica gasped. "Something touching me again."

"That's me." Molly giggled, her hand making wet sounds with Erica's vagina. The women on the track cried out in climax, as the next song shuffled in.

"We should kiss first." Erica mumbled, and locked lips with Molly, they sucked and slurped at eachother, confident that neither would be able to stand without the help of the other. Erica reached around to hold Molly to her, and cupped her butt as she did. "You taste so good."

"I feel so good." Molly breathed. "You're so hot Erica."

"Call me Goddess." Erica breathed, biting her lip.

"Goddess."

"I've got a surprise for you." GODDESS sang, as she entered into the office. Right on time, Stan was just getting ready to leave.

"Thanks for showing me all this." Stan shook his head, and looked down at the rave below. All neon and flesh. "It's been eye opening."

"Good luck to you man." Peaks reached over and pinched GODDESS' juicy rear end. Stan didn't see any of his regret in his top girl, in that action, but the ass was good enough to give a man pause. "What's your surprise baby?"

"You gotta come down to see." She purred, and held her hand out to him.

Peaks gave a curious look to Stan, and took the hand. The three of them ventured down together. The dance floor cleared for them, like Moses through the red see. Each body unconciously moved away from Peaks and let him pass. Until they came to Erica and Molly, who looked like zombies. Sexy fucking zombies, but mindless all the same. Their eyes were hooded and glassy, and the two where making out like teenagers. Molly had a hand in Erica's skirt, and Erica was pressing her knee against' Molly's sex.

This was not an uncommon sight, even that night. Many people were kissing, or out right fucking on the dance floor. Each of Peaks' pets who didn't have a job had found a partner and was enjoying them, as a crowd of nubile lovers threw their clothing at DJ as he worked his music, seeming unbothered by his appearance.

"For you master." GODDESS husked, and drapped herself over Peaks like a coat. Two new members of the harem, they're like us, looking for a master. I like the latina." She nibbled on his ear. "I want a little sister."

"What did you do to them?" Stan growled at peaks, his face turning red. "This was some kind of trick?"

"Calm down." Peaks waved him off. "What did you do?" He pushed GODDESS off of him. "I didn't tell you to bring me anyone. How many times until you get it through that defective brain of yours? Get to the basement for punishment."

GODDESS swooned, even experiencing the wrath of god is a religious experience, and she basked in the power he had over her. But she didn't immedialty respond. "Blacken my ass Master, I've been naughty. But I've done it for you. You deserve everything in the world. You are a powerful and special man, take his girls, make them your own. You're more worthy , you're a better master, claim your prize my love. Make him a cuck. This is your domain, you own everyone who comes here." She was gripping his suit, she buzzed with a manic delight.

Peaks broke away from her, and took a step back. He looked at Erica and Molly, and then he looked to Stan.

He had no time to make a decision good or bad, because Stan gave him a right hook that knocked Peaks out, and threw him into GODDESS' arms. He flopped like a fish and the queen dropped with my crying in distress at his state. He then marched over to Erica and pulled her away from Molly.

"Ooooooh, you're so strong!" Erica swooned, and leaned into him. His momentum caused to the two of them to spin around, and Erica immediatly started gyrating to the beat of the song.

"What's wrong with you?" Even as he asked this, even as he turned his heart to her care, images kept popping into his head, like frames between frames on a movie reel. Erica topless, Erica Bottomless, Erica on her hands and knees, and the thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrusting that would would happen from then until they collapsed in a sweaty heap.

"I'm horny." Erica half laughed, and half lamented. "I bet you've never seen me like this?"

Stan hadn't seen her in a lot of the positions he was seeing her in right now. "We have to get out of here."

"One dance." Erica pleaded and let go of him, retreating into the crowd with some quite capable moves. She could have been any of them. Any person in the crowd. If he hadn't knocked out Peaks she would have been forever.

"One dance, and then we go!" He yelled over all the humping... thumping, the thumping music.

"We go we go." Erica mumbled, swaying to and fro. "Have you met NayNay?"

"No." Stan tried to match her moves, or at least copy what the people on the floor were doing. Skylar was a gracious mother, and he found he had no trouble keeping up with the club. 'Thank you Nzinga'

"You should lick her, she'll make you feel greeeeeat." She closed her eyes and felt the music move through her. With a fresh crop of horny images in her mind, she opened her eyes. "Wow, you're a great dancer." She swooned.

"Heh, thanks. Beginners luck I gue... ouch!" He hissed as he felt Erica's heel drop down on his foot.

"I'm sowwy! Ahem, sorry." Erica was, and never would be drunk enough to let that slide without a correction. Weird, her feet weren't listening to her. All of the sudden she had two left feet. This wasn't her first time at a club, but this might as well have been her highschool dance. "I'm so clubsy."

"What happened? You were killing it a second ago."

Erica blushed, feeling awfully stupid and clumbsy. "I...I guess I'm just intimidated by how good you are." She felt her breath catch in her throat. "C-could you show me how you do it?" Knowing this feeling and this incompetence was due to Cleopatra’s meddling, didn’t make it any less hot.

"How to dance?"

"Yes please." She put one foot on his, and then the other.

"You're so light."

She hugged him. "I feel so good."

"This isn't really slow dance music."He took Her hands.

"I can play pretend."

"Okay." He closed his eyes. "It goes one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three." Fuck fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck.

"Wow." Erica felt like she was getting shredded by this man. He was so big, so smart, so capable. "One two three, one two three." The was a wholeness, a holy, a spiritual aspect to this dance. And where the ****, and the aclchohol, and that sexy sexy music felt wrong. Like a foreign invasion inside her being. This felt felt true, this felt right, this felt like home.

"They did something to you." He said softly, as she rested her head on his chest.

"What do you mean?" She bit her lip.

Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. "You're... turned on..." Very embarrassingly obviously turned on. "It's this place messing with your head."

"No, this is all me...Daddy."

That line was delivered in a deep throaty voice. Not a little girl flirting. No this was a woman telling him to fuck her.

His lips were on hers in a moment, and in that same moment her legs were wrapped around his waist, and he was carrying her full weight. They plowed through the crowd, hipsters, goths, shufflers, kandi kids, those assholes with the gloves, they all went flying. They made it off the dancefloor and into a nearby alcove. Somehow in all their kissing Stan managed to find a couch, and before he was even sat Erica had his cock out and his pants down.

He hit the couch with a thump.

This was okay, she'd seduced him. She'd said so. As clearly as any girl before her. He couldn't resist her. This thumping music... or these thoughts he'd had ever since he slept with Cleo. He couldn't tell it didn't matter. "Get those panties off."

"Yes Daddy." Erica jumped off of Stan, pulled down her panties. She paused halfway down. "You'll have to do me in the butt. It's my time of month." She couldn't believe she'd just suggested that, she couldn't believe she wanted a man this bad, she couldn't believe she wanted anyone this bad! But she did, and besides. Catholics had a long and proud history of casual anal.

"Olympias too." Stan said. He was terminally bad at dirty talk. He looks around and saw that the cubby was stalked with all kinds of aids, and like ketchup in a dinner, there was big ol' tube of lube. Liberally applied, and with a gentle but urgent touch, Erica was ass deep in Daddy in no time.

And it hurt. He was big, and a bit too big for Erica first adventure into the world of anal. All the lube in the world couldn't have helped. But the mind is a powerful master, and Erica was deep into subspace. That pain, was not insurmountable. And combined with the pleasure of finally giving into her Daddy, it created a frightfully adult feeling in her. Naughty, scary, and utterly perfect.

She tried to relax, tried not to clench, but that was a tall order, and she was so new to all of this. So she clenched, and when he pulled out of her, it felt like he was extracting the moan right out of her. It was all so much, but she had a great partner. He was gentle, and gave her time to adjust. Then when she let him back in, it was down to the hilt. This took a bit of repetition, and training, but eventually her tight ring got the idea that it would not be keeping these two apart.

She relaxed a bit as time went by, and she was delighted when it did. Up and down, up and down, he was so strong and controlling. He was using her like a toy, like a doll. She was inconsolable, she was moaning, and moaning, and she just wouldn't stop.

Stan had **** be to keep giving it to her. He may have already stowed his reservations for a chance at her ass, but her gentle lost moaning kept them dead and buried. She wanted this, and he wanted this, and that was all they needed. It was hard work, lifting her up and down on him, but those were the hardships of a master. Besides that thrill of control, and power he had over her was more than enough reason to keep going. That and she just felt really good. So tight, and loving, he wished she was facing him. So he could kiss her, but he made do with her neck. She liked that, she was covered in pin prickles, and would moan out of sync with the thrusts when he did.

Throughout the pleasure Erica noticed something that did hamper her bliss. Molly was watching them from the crowd...

Erica felt sick. She cared for Molly so much, for her to see this. It was hurtful. They weren't exclusive... or even a thing, but they'd kissed. Well thanks to the club they'd done a little bit more than that. Erica was dissapointed in herself, for doing this to Molly, and for not stopping once she saw Molly. She kept going, it felt too good, felt too right. It's not like she hadn't warned Molly. when they were talking with NayNay. She's warned Molly that she was already as fucked up as she was, and she was proving herself right.

DJ Slut Maus' mix was reaching some kind of climax. The beat was rising to an exaltatative pace. The moans and cries around the club were rising to meet it. Erica herself was getting louder, and more joyus with her moans. Stan was turning red, and grunting his balls were getting tight. What Skylar had said that morning was ringing in his ears, like a sample on DJ's track. He was getting this lesbian addicted to his cock, and through the ass no less. Corruption... of this divine instrument.

It was intoxicating!

"I'm going to cum baby!"

"No Daddy not yet, I'm so close." Erica cried, biting her lip. So close, so close, she rubbed her clit, and as she did she saw Molly again. Their eyes met, and Molly came closer.

It was like DJ's beat was drawing her closer. One step at a time.

"I look like that." Erica mumbled to her self. Molly's blush, the dull eyes, the look of need, and lust.

Erica wanted to say something. That she was sorry, or to look away. She didn't want to be seen like this, with a dick up her ass. She didn't want to cum in front of a room full of people, but she was drawing closer to that reality by the moment.

Molly was just in front of them now. She stood there, quivering, sweating, horny. Erica had feared rejection, or disgust, but it was clear Molly wasn't capable of feeling either. Erica wanted to say something, but all she could manage was an "Oh oh oh!" She was very close.

The music was whirling up to a badabadaba ba ba brrrrrrrrrrr!

Molly raised a shaking hand out to Erica.

She was half concoucious, but Erica could see Molly was holding something. somehow Molly had found a pacifier.

Erica shook her head. "No no, mrph."

Molly ignored her friend, and pushed that Pacifier into Erica's mouth. She had a look of **** fascination and and satisfaction. She took a step back, like she was admiring a picture on a wall. She smiled, and began to rub herself through her dress.

Erica felt the piece of rubber enter he mouth, and... came.

She came.

She couldn't put a description to it, if Skylar put her though a thousand confessionals. It was humiliation, and shame, and this bizarre out of body experience of a day. And of course Daddys' loving dick had gotten her quite far.

"Mmmmmmm!" She cried out, biting into the rubber nipple in her mouth. She gripped onto the couch, onto Daddy, she needed to close her eyes but she was just as hypnotized by Molly as Molly was by her. She couldn’t look away.

"Ah fuck." Stan gasped, and reached his arms around Erica to hold her to him.

"Oh!" Erica murmered, only now closing her eyes. His arms were around her, his cock was in her. He pulsed and grunted, and held her close, as he filled her with his him cum.

It doesn't Count If It's In The Butt +4

First! +4

All Eyes On Me +5

First +5

There was much cheering in the control room, Even Skylar was hopping up and down an hugging a PA. "Did you see that? Did you see that? I couldn't have scripted it better myself!" She sat down in her chair, giggling to herself. On screen, Erica's eyes were closed shut, and she was shuddering. Stan was kissing her neck. "What luck that we had Molly on the team, now the audience gets to enjoy this shot as well." Skylar nibbled on her thumb. "Now we just have to get them home."