Playing the Role You Are Given

Ashley knew what she was doing. Maybe it was just a threat that Yuki threw out randomly. Oh, by the way, you might just be eliminated tomorrow, teehee. Yuki had also mentioned Wendy in the same breath, but somehow that felt like a misdirection to Ashley. Wendy just got here, she had history with Ben. There was no way they'd cut her off, especially with the way the audience loved her, as proven by her ranking from last night's popularity contest. She was key, a plot point that needed development. Compared to her, Ashley was a footnote. Wendy was beloved.

Meanwhile, Ashley felt like she was always got the shitty transformations, like they were always harder on her. Changing her body so much and now making her dress like a slut too. Emma got things like her cute personality thing and Wendy has to call the man that she already was submissive to Master. To Ashley, it felt like everyone got it so much easier than her, where every change feels like it was some debasement, making her into some Barbie-esque whore.

So, she had watched. She had planned. She needed points, and now, not later. Emma had left first, more stumbling than walking confidently like she was used to. Ok, maybe that transformation was cruel, making a proud woman cry because some man told her he wouldn't forgive her. The others left one by one, until finally her target had left. And Ashley had followed immediately after, steeling herself for what was to come.

She hadn't been obvious about it, making sure that she was always just down the hall, listening to her footsteps whenever she turned the corner of these quiet corridors. Still, she couldn't be completely stealthy as her stupid heels clacked against the hardwood floors. Finally her quarry found itself to its destination, and Ashley felt like it was almost fate. This was a location she probably wouldn't run from.

Now, she just needed to play the role she was given. The show had cast her as some slut who would do what she needed to get what she wanted with no care for morality. It was overly simple, cruelly condensing the true history into a spicy soundbite, she had told Ben as much, it truly was that way. But the audience seemed to like sex, reward those who showed it and punished those who shunned it. So if they want a little slut, well, she was cast for the role. Yuki had called her a horny slut this morning, making her intentions clear. Might as well play into it.

Ashley entered the spa 10 minutes after the girl who would be her victim. She quickly got undressed, walking into the next room. She laid down on the table, a bit peeved that the girl wasn't there, but oh well, there was still a chance that her plan would work out. Her mind doesn't even register as the hands apply the facial. Beneath her face mask is a game face. As she is wheeled into the next room, there she is. Monica.

Monica for her part on instinct visibly jumped when the other girl entered the room. She knew that she was a target. But still, as the hands of the invisible masseur pushed her down, not forcefully, but as part of the massage, part of her feels like she might just be paranoid. A fear that Ashley tries to reinforce.

"Oh, hey, I saw you come in here, and I thought, hey, why not? Might as well enhance this beauty they've given me, right?" Ashley says this clearly, not letting any hint of guilt or anticipation leak into her voice. "So how are you enjoying it?"

Monica tenses, feeling like she should leave, but the hands work at those knots in her body. "Oh, uh yeah, I saw Callie was here yesterday, and she looked so good afterwards that I thought I should give it a try. And it is very nice." Monica lays down again fully, trying to will away her doubts.

Ashley tries to distract her, and she has just the ticket. "So, are you and Ben getting closer? I saw that you had a big jump in VP this morning. Come on girl, give me the 411." Monica wasn't used to talking about this type of thing with others. She had friends, but none of them were quite as... well girly or sexy as Ashley. Also production was mostly filled with guys, working types. So she gave in, and started talking.

"Oh, well, we sort of... well we had a date, I guess. I mean, I guess you could call it that, we sort of just hung out a bit. He was nice. Understanding. I felt like he was just a normal guy, that he was just as lost as the rest of us."

"Yeah girl, that's the same read I got from him. You know I was in his bedroom on the first night. He seemed like a total gentleman, I thought for sure he'd... well, you know." Ashley caught herself. She had almost said the words, **** himself on her. She needed to avoid that, lest Monica catch a whiff of the plan. Though maybe in time...

Ashley continued, "Well, you see he literally slept next to the edge of the bed the entire night, and in the morning I ate with him and didn't even care that he saw my breasts. You said he was understanding, but part of me feels like you might be underselling it. Dude seems like a real catch for the right lady, though I have a boyfriend."

She watches as Monica blushes. Perfect, just the response she wanted. "Yeah, I... I sort of wish that the date had gone a bit further. We kissed, but then he ran away. Like he was scared of going too far. It was so cute. I just..." She goes silent, but Ashley prods her on, "Just..." "Well, I sort of wish that he'd have stayed. I wanted to really have a date with him. But at the same time, he respected me. Didn't take advantage of me..." As she says this, she gets a shiver along her spine. She begins to sit up. "I should go, I think the massage was basically over anyways..."

"Lay down. Don't get up on my accord." And she did. Submissively. She looks at Ashley, hoping that she will notice, let her go. "I..." But Ashley steamrolls her, knowing that she has to press, keep on pressing until it's time. "Part of me wonders if I made a mistake. I mean sure, I want to keep my boyfriend, but looking at you and Callie, I wonder if maybe I should've kissed him at the very least. Let him touch me. At the very least, be a bit less thorny to him. I mean, we sort of came to an understanding over breakfast, but that was more a reset to a professional relationship from one where I am made to perform for him like a slut." Monica moans at this, but Ashley continues. "He really is too good for this show. I sort of wish there was an asshole here in his place, at least then I could hate him just as much as I hate that bitch, Yuki. Like the whole secret alliance thing with Emma, I could join them if I wanted to, but it almost feels pointless, stressing out so much against a guy like Ben."

"Alliance?" Monica mumbles, as the hands work her into the bench, the firmness almost seeming to feel meaningful, a physical manifestation of Ashley's aura. "Oh, yeah, Emma got called out by Maricela and Yua the first night. Those three are some of the most senior staff, it wasn't hard to add two and two together. They didn't invite me, probably because of that whole clients thing."

"Right..." "We should talk about that some time, I have a lot to vent over, and you seem like a good sounding board." "Yes..." "Now, are you almost done? I think you should be. If so, you should really use the sauna afterwards. It helps relax the muscles. Wait for me in there." "...Yes."

Monica stands, the girl shuddering as her feet touch the ground. Her hair has blonde tips, her breasts have slightly grown. But the most obvious change is her eyes, looking down, lost. A timidity that almost feels like a lethargy imposed. She walks out of the room, walking to the sauna like a good girl following orders. She could run, no barrier stopping her exit, except the change. The most powerful chains she is bound in.

Ashley stood up, walking to the sauna. At this point, it is almost a formality. She places her hands on Monica's collarbone and guides her to the bench. Ashley then lifts her leg, laying her pussy against Monica's mouth. Monica's tongue doesn't need instruction, her mind already knows what Ashley wants.

Still, it is a long journey. Monica's tongue is skilled, but Ashley has never done this before. And truthfully she's not sure if it's really her thing. She closes her eyes, trying to imagine it's Greg licking her out. He'd done that in the past, though it had been a while. She groaned, partly because of Monica's tongue, but mostly out of a sense of annoyance. God, why did it feel like Greg mattered less and less each day? And why... why did she remember telling Ben about her problems with him. Now, she can't help but wonder how Ben would feel underneath her, licking her, and she finally feels a bit of pleasure from between her legs.

Monica's tongue attacks her clit, but Ashley knows that it is going to take a while. So she leans over, placing her fingers at Monica's pussy. Have to put on a strong performance, can't have Yuki tell her that 'It's not really sex if you're the only one getting off.' So her fingers dive inside of Monica, working at her gspot. Her other hand rubs her own breast, trying to push her own pleasure along.

The points, do it for the points. She keeps repeating the mantra in her head, as her mind tries to run from what she is doing. Maybe that is part of the reason why despite Monica's skilled tongue, the licking continues for about 15 minutes, each lick a genuine effort to bring pleasure, but her mind barely able to find pleasure by imagining Ben beneath her.

Something truly shameful happens, as Ashley feels Monica's pussy cum around her fingers. "Well, I guess what Yuki said about you was true, you must really like girls." That was a cold comfort to what she is doing. At least Monica could probably enjoy it in some small way, as she was into ladies. The smallest way, really, Ashley was a monster for doing this.

Still, drop by drop, moment by moment, Ashley finds herself getting there, her body now fully aroused, dripping wet. She grinds into Monica's face, her hands rubbing the generous breasts Monica has now.

Closer, closer, yes, there. She cums onto Monica's face. Just as Monica had done to Callie a couple nights ago, though that violation seems somehow lesser. Ashley stands up, her mission complete. She knew she had to have the fantasy, so she kept thinking of it, kept thinking of forcing Monica down, making her submit. It was done now, and she could relax. The orgasm was subpar, but that just proved that maybe she wasn't as much of a slut as these assholes thought she was. The fantasy was just a weapon, used to get what she wanted.

Which makes the sight that greets her both puzzling and shocking. The girl laying there has blonde hair, large breasts, a plush ass. She even has a small mole on her side. As Ashley looks, it is clear that this **** has gone on for far too long, as Monica has changed quite a bit. As Ashley looks down at Monica, she looks down at Ashley, the Ashley as she was when she got here, hot, but imperfections still very present. There were still elements of Monica's face, a bit more muscle than Ashley had. But it was clear to her in that moment, that while her fantasies that she had focused on, made sure were at the top of her mind, were of violation, her victim had been left a blank void, a necessary component, not a target to enjoy. And whether subconsciously or through some twisted form of joke, the form she had violated was her own.

I guess I really do think that I'm the victim here. Or maybe, maybe I think I deserve to be **** just like this. That's about right. And so Ashley releases a shrill wry laugh.