Abigail's night

(Leo POV)

As Leo and Abigail appeared in the luxurious suite that served as his bedroom, Leo began to stress. He was going to have to talk. He could very well have remained mute and not talked about the substantive issues, but he was a little too committed to his word for that.

"This room is sublime," said Abigail, contemplating the Master suite.

Leo didn't answer immediately. For him, this room had almost become normal. It's amazing how quickly the notion of normal can change.

"I have to admit I find it too big for my taste. I'm used to having a smaller room." Says Leo.

"That's because this room isn't designed for just one person." Says Abigail.

Leo wasn't a complete idiot, so he quickly understood what Abigail meant.

"Is it all right if we chat while we eat? I must admit I'm starving." Leo said.

"I'd love to. It will remind us of our lunches when you were in engineering school." Says Abigail.

So, they sat down to eat opposite each other. Leo still found it hard to associate the face he saw there with his godmother, with whom he'd had lunch so many times.

_"I don't know how to deal with everything that's been happening since this crazy show started. I'm asking myself questions and I can't find answers." _Says Leo

"Have you tried asking for help and advice? You know you're not alone in thinking about these questions, don't you?" questioned Abigail.

Indeed, he wasn't alone and in some ways that was even worse.

"I discussed this subject with Eric and Daphne made her position clear. I must confess I haven't had the courage to discuss it with Hanna or Jessica." Said Leo.

"I see, and you don't wish to discuss it with me?" asked Abigail.

"Yes, no, maybe, I don't know anymore. I'd like to discuss it with you. I've always enjoyed it, but I'm afraid of what you might say." Said Leo.

"Since when are you afraid to hear a few words? I'm not going to yell at you," Abigail said.

"I know all that but it's not what you'll say that I fear but the consequences of the choices I'll make next." Says Leo.

"It's normal to be afraid of the future. But you mustn't let that fear paralyze you. We need you." Said Abigail.

And that was the problem. He was at the very heart of this show. Every decision he made would have consequences for everyone involved.

"Would you have preferred someone else to be the Master instead of you?" Abigail asked.

"No! Well, maybe? I don't really think about it." Says Leo.

"Let's put it another way. Do you think your father would have done better as a Master?" asked Abigail.

"No!" replied Leo instantly.

"We're in agreement. Then maybe your brother Eric?" Abigail asked.

"No. Knowing him, he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice a minority to save the majority." said Leo.

Abigail found it hard to hide her surprise but continued anyway.

"So, who do you think would have been better than you?" she asked.

Leo began to go through everyone he could think of. He didn't really trust anyone to handle this kind of situation. A certain number were likely to be intoxicated by their position, while the few others who resisted the dark side would make the most questionable choices.

The conclusion was obvious. Leo could think of no one he trusted more to handle this kind of situation than himself.

"You can't find anyone can you?" said Abigail.

"But that doesn't mean there isn't anyone better qualified than me." Leo replied.

"I'll grant you that, but it also means that it's easy to find much worse. I know quite a few men in your situation who wouldn't see harem girls as pieces of meat to be consumed." Says Abigail.

Leo says nothing. Indeed, this kind of human waste was quite common in society.

"So, I consider myself lucky that it was you who was chosen for the role of Master. After that, it doesn't mean you're a good Master." Said Abigail.

"What?" says Leo, no longer understanding anything.

"You're the Master and you're probably the best I could hope for, but that still doesn't make you a good Master. I have every confidence, however, that you will improve and become a better Master than I could ever have imagined." Says Abigail.

Leo didn't even know what to make of this sentence. On the one hand Abigail was pressuring him, and on the other she was complimenting him.

"What do you mean by a good Master?" asked Leo unable to resist indulging his curiosity even though he was sure he'd regret asking the question.

"It's not something easy to describe and I confess that even for me the whole situation is new and unfamiliar. I do know, however, that you're not doing the right thing. If you keep pushing your Harem members away, it wouldn't be surprising if Nola decided to replace them with others." Says Abigail.

"But she can't do that!" Says Leo.

"Because you think she'll get in the way. It's a show. What's most important is the audience. If a contestant is liked she stays otherwise she's replaced." Says Abigail.

Leo had indeed forgotten that this is a show. And the audience is all-powerful. Displeasing the audience is a fate worse than ****.

"But I'm not going to **** the others just to protect them from the audience." Said Leo.

"Let's not exaggerate I don't think that's what the audience wants. I've been involved in advertising campaigns for TV shows in the past. I can guarantee you that what the audience appreciates is surprises, grandiosity and, above all, proving the contestant wrong." Says Abigail.

"And so, Daphne..." Leo couldn't finish his sentence.

"And so, Daphne has no chance of leaving this show. They're going to **** her psychologically probably by offering her an inaccessible way out giving her handicap after handicap until she gives up and he throws her away like a toy you get tired of." said Abigail.

No, it wasn't possible. It couldn't be true. Abigail had to be wrong. Yet her words resonated with such **** that he couldn't dismiss them.

"What can I do to avoid this?" he murmured.

"I don't know, she's already gone down that road alone. What you have to understand in these shows is that the audience likes what's simple to understand. Personality archetypes are one example. Right now, Daphne has positioned herself as the rebel, the one fighting against something bigger than herself. To save her, she needs to take on another archetype." Said Abigail.

But how could he do that? He didn't even know what the audience was thinking.

"There's no point in breaking your head. There's not much you can do right now. After all, there are other people in this harem besides Daphne. What do you think is going to happen to Eric?" questioned Abigail.

"Eric. I'd completely forgotten about him. What a lousy big brother I am. Is he all right? I have to admit I'm never sure with him." Leo asked.

"From what I've seen, he's fine. He's enjoying his transformation. And I don't think he's really afraid of becoming a girl, should the audience change their minds. Then I have a question: what place do you see him occupying in your harem?" Abigail asked.

The question caught Leo a little off guard. He hadn't thought about it, and more importantly, he had no idea.

"I don't know, I guess you'll have to ask him." Leo said.

"Then talk about it this can get urgent pretty quickly in this show. You owe it to yourself to know the arrival point of every show person you want." Says Abigail.

"But I don't wish to deprive you of your freedom and impose on you a choice I would have made." Says Leo.

"I know, but we don't always get what we want. And there's nothing to stop you talking to us. I repeat: you're not alone." Says Abigail.

Indeed, he could always do if they discussed his options they could avoid the worst-case scenarios.

"But otherwise, what place would you like to have in my harem?" it felt really weird for Leo to say 'my harem' but he had to start thinking of it as such. Moreover, he noticed that Abigail smiled at the question.

"My transformation themes are 'Secretary', 'Milf' and 'Maid'. I don't particularly mind, but I'd like to avoid doing housework all day, so please prioritize the 'Milf' and 'Secretary' themes. I also don't want to have breasts as big as Jessica's. That must be deeply uncomfortable. It must be deeply uncomfortable. Would you like me to be your Pepper Potts and you my Iron Man?" Abigail asked, taking on a sensual tone at the end.

Hearing the question Leo couldn't help but get an erection, which obviously didn't escape Abigail's notice.

"You know, I can take care of that. It's part of the job of a good secretary." Said Abigail.

Leo simply nodded. He was getting too excited to refuse his godmother's advances.

Abigail wasted no time in getting under the table. Showing all her experience, she quickly undid his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers. She grabbed his stiff member and moved her mouth forward to touch it with the tip of her lips.

'She's going to Blowjob me,' thought Leo. And as if she heard his thoughts, she engulfed Leo's penis in her mouth. Leo didn't even know how to describe the sensation. It was nothing like masturbating. It had nothing to do with Jessica's Handjob. The wet heat enveloping his dick was indescribable. In any case, he was far too excited to describe anything. He was already finding it hard not to ejaculate right away and yet Abigail had just started.

She moved her tongue skilfully, twirling it around his glans penis. The up-and-down rhythm was nothing like yesterday's handjob. It was much slower. She was slowly building up the tension.

Abigail pushed her head further, and Leo’s cock hit the back of her throat. Her tongue stroked playfully at the bottom of her shaft. Rosalie pulled her head back, and Leo’s hips bucked forward in anger, that he’d been suddenly deprived of his warm hole.

"You've got an interesting size not the biggest I've seen but suitable for having fun with. Now Master I suggest I finish this part." Says Abigail

Abigail re-enveloped Leo’s cock with her mouth. Leo’s hips moved by themselves. he shoved himself forward, cock piercing that tight ring and sliding into the long, spit-lubricated shaft of Abigail’s throat. he whined in satisfaction, hips grinding side to side in pleasure.

‘In Abigail’s throat. I’m in her throat.’ Leo thought.

Leo orgasmed at this thought.His orgasm washed over him in an explosion of pleasure. Leo **** her eyes not to close; **** himself to hold eye contact with the pretty girl while his cock erupted hot seed directly into her stomach.

Abigail did her best and swallowed it all, letting not a drop escape.

+6*2 = 12 VP Blowjob

+2*2 = 4 VP Swallowing

"I imagine that's not bad for a first evening. I'll leave you to imagine what I'll do for the second." Says Abigail smiling