Gamer Hour

Ryan was nervous, frightened even. For the last hour he had been trying to practice but only had numerous people interrupting him and asking which slut was his or offering to play for pink slips on their sluts versus him becoming added to the collection. This should have inspired him and kept him going, but the sounds of so much sex and the amount of scantily clad bodies was seriously distracting. The tournament began and he was faced with a choice: either he needed to back down and take the very little that he had learned coming here, or he would have to play his heart out and transform some people so he would have a buffer to protect himself. He didn't feel great about either option, frowning in the corner watching the first match in the distance.

When it came to strategy he noticed many of them learned together. They all made the same mistakes, pressured each other in the same way, reacted in similar styles. He knew he could easily win a few matches and claim some girls to be taken away once he finally lost and got eliminated. But it felt so immoral to change some guy into...he looked at a purple haired goth girl with massive breasts on her knees sucking some nearby guy's small dick as if it was the greatest thing in the world....well that.

"Most people are scared their first few times." A deep feminine voice spoke from behind him. It was melodic, sensual like some sort of femme fatale in a spy movie. Ryan turned around to see a stunning woman with jet black long hair, a perfect body not too curvy to look ridiculous but worked perfectly with her frame. She wore short cargo shorts and a black tight halter top. "Then after it happens whenever someone goes back they realize how much fun it is. Your mind shifts to accept it. To need it. To have a world where your purpose is so simple, where the scope of life is so focused...it's paradise.

Ryan **** himself to keep eye contact trying to place her exotic origin. He was having trouble discerning if this beauty was native american or Asian. Whatever her features hinted at, he hadn't seen it often but was a bit enraptured by them. "I don't exactly have the time to spend exploring some fantasies like that. As fun as you make it sound."

The women frowned and shrugged before stepping uncomfortably close. Leaning into her ear she whispered, "Look you've been wandering around since you've gotten here. Asking questions most new guys wouldn't know to ask." Her hand softly settles on his chest. "You're looking for a guy named Marcus, or at least he was named Marcus until recently. Now he is known as Bitch Breaker. Not exactly the most classy of titles but I've seen what he can do and he isn't lying."

Ryan's eyes widened and looked at her, realizing they were inches apart. "He took you?!"

She chuckled and grinned, the electric tension threatening to explode at any moment. Her tongue slowly crosses her plump bottom lip. "Oh no. I'd be broken doing whatever he'd tell me. Like I said, the name is technically there for a reason. I don't know what you are planning but there's a difference between the fun he originally brought to this community and the new person he has been becoming. I'm afraid we are leaving the promised lands of week long transformations and walking into a power race for ownership soon."

Ryan saw her lean forward, about to place her lips on his. However he backed one step away. "I'm sorry. There's someone else. But if there wasn't..."

She looks to the side distantly and sighs, "I get it. Look can I at least give you my number? In case you ever need my help with whatever you are planning."

Ryan hesitates but nods, admitting to himself allies like this who were aware enough to keep them informed but in the dark enough to not be a danger or a risk would be rare but potentially valuable. He grinned, not kissing the woman at least helped him realize his next move. Looking back to her his eyes slowly roam again before snapping back to her shining brown eyes. "Wait I don't even know your name."

The woman winked and walked backwards into the crowd. "Might be best if we both remain strangers for now." And with that she was lost to the mob.

Ryan raised an eyebrow. What sort of weird spy movie did he knock his head and fall into? Ignoring his erection he makes an excuse to leave the basement and sneaks out of the venue. Going any further didn't promise any value and would risk losing everything. Pulling out his phone he calls back to home base only to get a dial tone.

Another call.

More ringing.

Ryan begins rushing back to the house.