Johanna and Lorelei

You wonder what the odds are that your pair of tute-partners would be the winner and loser of the bonus challenge, for that is indeed the case, Lorelei taking the longest to make her riders cum and Johanna the shortest, with a difference of over two minutes in total. It's hard to imagine a reason why the girl in the recording suite would fake the results, so it must simply be coincidence. There's no more time to contemplate this, however, because the strawberry blonde's paddling has come to an end with a howl of agony and it's time for you to do your duty.

Robyn thanks the sobbing but smiling woman and her husband for being good sports and guides them down from the stage, then introduces you and invites you to announce the results of the last heat. When the obligatory applause has died down, you respond, only slightly amending your prepared speech to take into account the unexpected circumstances.

"Thank-you, Coach Goodfellowe, for that flattering introduction and thank-you all," you turn to the audience "for being here to support the college football team. I'm sure you're all dying to know who won the last race and is safely through to the final, so without further ado, let me congratulate Zahra al-Farisi for her well deserved victory and Shirley Reid for her exceptionally close second place."

There's no jumping for joy; the winners are still exhausted by their exploits, although the small number of people who backed the Arab woman cheer when they realize they're about to pick up a surprise windfall. The supporters of the other two in contention groan good naturedly at the news, but you see the brunette you now know to be Cornelia Cunningham fall to her knees at Josh's feet, bowing her head in shame at her failure.

Robyn takes over again to reveal the closest losers who'll be joining the winners in the final, reading from the paper which you hastily push into her hand. A frisson of excitement runs through the assembled guests when Konstantina turns out to be the first through. The second name you don't recognize, but the third and fourth are the runners up in the latest race, a popular result judging by the reaction of the crowd and no wonder considering just how close it was. Cornelia remains on her knees, though. Clearly, third place is not good enough in her eyes, even if she's through to the final nevertheless.

Now it's your turn again and you start by congratulating the volunteers who've been making the event run so smoothly, giving an extra mention to the mounts drafted in at the last minute to cope with the unprecedented number of competitors. You praise the generosity of the guests and claim that you're on track to raise the largest sum ever, which is probably true, but gets said every year regardless. Then, you call up the cheerleader whose weight was being guessed.

She bounds up the front of the stage, while two of the waitresses wheel a large set of weighing scales on from the back. The cheerleader steps up on the metal plate and Robyn adjusts the counterweight to determine the information which you were raised to believe it was rude to ask a woman. However, you know this is all for show. Her weight was actually measured at the start of the event, to allow the staff behind the scenes to identify the winner ahead of time.

Thus, when the student coach makes her statement, you're able to immediately congratulate the winner and invite him up on stage, where he comes with (you presume) his wife. They're both in their forties and smartly dressed, he plump and hirsute, she slender and shorn. The cheerleader seems overjoyed at the prospect of being their **** for a day or two, hugging and kissing both, before falling to her knees in submission. There are ribald comments from the crowd as she's led down from the stage, although her period of slavery won't really start immediately. Instead, she and the winner will arrange a convenient time for them both, so that he doesn't have to miss out on a moment of her servitude.

There are a few more announcements for you to make and for the better part of twenty minutes the winners of the raffle and silent auction are called up to receive their prizes. A surprising number of people who bought the worn football strip stop to sniff it before heading back down off the stage, mainly men but a few women, too. Finally, the mounts are summoned back on stage to find out who'll be getting the sanctioned orgasm they were promised.

The thirty-two devastatingly beautiful students have been resting their tongues backstage in case they're called upon to take part in the final and they file out still dressed in the topless outfits from earlier. They've obviously also taken the opportunity to wash their faces, because all were drenched in the juices from the women they licked to climax when they exited the stage, but are now clean and freshly made up. You can also detect the unmistakable scent of female arousal that tells you most of them, at least, are excited by the possibility of being rewarded for their service.

You build up the tension by saying how close the contest was and ask each girl in turn to step forward and give a twirl, to much wolf-whistling from the spectators. Then, brandishing the paper in front of you, you declaim the winner.

It takes Johanna a moment to realize you mean her, but all the other girls break into a round of applause and she blushingly comes to the front of the stage and curtseys to the crowd. You make sure to embarrass her as much as possible by asking whether she's looking forward to cumming in front of everybody (yes, very much), how long it's been since her last orgasm (seven months and twenty-two days) and how frustrating it's been to be denied that long (completely maddening and almost unbearable). Then, keeping her beside you, it's time for the least successful student to be named and shamed.

If Johanna blushed when her name was read out, Lorelei turns bright red, all the way down to her belly button. She comes forward, too, utterly mortified and barely able to speak, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. You're sure it's not the promised punishment making her weepy, but rather contrition for her lacklustre performance. There does have to be punishment, though, as Robyn explained at the start of the event.