Spend it while you can

Round 4 - Day of Alexandra's date - Tuesday

Felicia was in a foul mood. Again, still, it didn't matter. She was having a hard time accepting her new role. She felt too uncomfortable wearing clothes and too much staring when naked so she'd voluntarily put the maid uniform back on to start a shift.

Unfortunately she couldn't half ass it. As soon as she was on the clock she felt the need to do the best job possible. It was embarrassing. She was supposed to be powerful. These losers would never respect her if she was **** to clean up after them.

She needed a new plan. Some way to get out of this. Too bad she'd never worked on a season of Harem Hotel, she didn't have any insider information. Still she knew enough about these kinds of shows to know she had to play within the rules, but there was always a way for the contestants to gain power.

To start, she'd need BP. Unfortunately being the final day she didn't have a lot of opportunities. She decided to go find Ciela, She was still the host after all.

As soon as she stopped working the outfit became uncomfortable again. Still she managed to push the discomfort out of her mind for now, she was on a mission. She found Ciela on the deck chatting with some of the other bimbos.

“Ciela, come here. I need to talk to you.” Felicia demanded. Of course Ciela came straight away. “I need BP. You are still the host, how can I get some?”

“Ah well there is a slot machine on the lowest level. You can bet on credit. That's probably the easiest way to get some.” Ciela told her.

“Can't you just give me some? Using host powers?”

Ciela shook her head, “Not my powers anymore I can…oh…ok. I can make a trade with you. I can give you 20000 BP in exchange for an audience transformation vote.”

Felicia scowled, “Fuck that.” She tried to yell so it came out barely audible. “Fine. Actually, maybe you still can help me. I'm finding this no rights thing very frustrating. Like really. If only someone could help me.”

Felicia grinned, she might be able to just foist all her transformations to Ciela. Then she wouldn't need BP.

Unfortunately Beatriz had climbed out of the pool and walked towards them. Beatriz slapped Coela on the ass and then squeezed Felicia's tits. “Hey…wait, that feels good.” Felicia had wanted to protest, but it ended up feeling so good she couldn't. Stupid transformation.

“Felicia you are new here so let me give you some advice. If you try fucking over Ciela, or anyone for that matter, it's going to backfire. Badly. First, Eric had a lot of power over you whether you realize it or not. He won't tolerate that at all. Second, the audience still has their say. They can really fuck you up still.

Ciela, ignore her. She's doing fine. She's even wearing clothes without permission. It's a minor annoyance. Eric will be mad if you take it from her.” Beatriz finally let go of Felicias' tits and smiled at Ciel, “Anyway host with the most wonderful tits, I made Marcos promise we'd have sex on his stream today so I gotta run.” Beatriz gave Ciela a quick grope and then headed inside

Felicia scowled again, Beatriz was right. **** would have to wait. “Fine. Ciela don't take my transformation. But can you show me the slot machine?”

“Sure, actually I wanted to use it too.” Ciela led her inside and all the way down. Ciela volunteered to go first. She said she only needed 5000 BP for her plan.

The machine gave her even odds. Her first spin was unsuccessful but she was able to keep going on credit. She won her next two spins to earn her BP and cash out.

Ciela 0 BP -> 5000 BP

Felcia was up next. Immediately it said odds recalculation, 42%. “What the fuck, why did you get better odds?”

Ciela shrugged, “Sorry. I don't know.”

Whatever. Felicia really wanted BP. She put 20000 on credit and spun. Fuck ya, she won her first try.

Felicia 0 BP -> 20000

She was tempted to go for more, but decided not to risk it. She thanked Ciela and turned to go but the former host stopped her, “Wait, before you go. I thought we could go down on each other, for the VP.”

Felicia scoffed, “Ciela I told you before, we're never going to happen. I just don't swing that way. Don't be so ****,” Felicia was about to say something more harsh, cruel even. But then she softened her face. This wasn't Ciela’s fault. She was angry and lashing out, but Ciela didn't deserve her ire ,”Wait, I'm sorry. Fuck, it's just being here has me all riled up. Thank you for trying to help Ciela, I'm sorry for being rude.” Felicia didn't wait for a reply, she hurried away as fast as she could.

Yaz was too tired to venture off the yacht. She had come to the rec room to relax and wait out the end of this infernal belt. She thought maybe eventually the audience would get bored of making her cum (and therefore setting of Valerie and Isla too) but it hadn't happened yet.

At least she'd earned a lot of BP. So much she didn't know what to spend it on. She was busy scrolling through her phone looking for ideas when another orgasm hit.

Fuck she has to end this. She searched and Searched but found nothing. Then Ciela entered the room. “Hey Yaz, how are you holding up?”

“I'm miserable,” Yaz replied honestly, “I need to get this off.”

Ciela nodded, “Well as a contestant I can't help, but as host I can offer you a deal.”

“Any…” Fuck, she'd just about promised anything. She had to be more careful, “Um I mean what deal?”

“Keep the belt, lose the vibrator. Donate all your BP to a random contestant.” Ciela explained.

Yaz was surprised, “Really? That's it? Of course. Deal.”

“I'm surprised too, it seems uncharacteristically nice for the current showrunners, but I have no insight into the matter. Anyway it is done now. I don't even know who received It. I just know it wasn't me.”

Yaz smiled, “Well I'm happy all the same. Do you want to hang out? I was going to just sit here all day, but now I’m up for whatever.”

Ciela shook her head, “I appreciate the offer. I would, but I'm looking for someone to help me get VP. Sorry.”

Yaz nodded, “Oh ya. Beatriz and Marcos would be down I'm sure. They were in Marcos's room.”

“Thanks, I'll check there.” Ciela waved and left.

Yaz got up, no reason to hang out here anymore. She decided to go explore the town. She could use some time to herself.

Marcos checked his phone. He was shocked to see a huge influx of BP. He knew his final stream had gone well, Beatrix had made sure of that, but he didn't expect a big tip out. He could do a lot with all this, but he needed to be smart about it.

He was sitting in the sunroom alone. Ciela had come to visit and Beatriz had eagerly taken her up on the offer. She'd asked Marcos to stay, but he wanted to try figuring out how to get above 100 VP so he'd excused himself. Besides that he just didn't have any emotional connection to Ciela. Maybe if it was a roleplay scenario he'd get into it, but he didn't have much desire to be intimate with her, at least not yet.

Looking through his options he didn't see a lot of ways to get VP. He did find one thing he wanted to buy though. He bought a carefully crafted reality adjustment. Marcos Silva would die of a heart attack on the return flight home. His friends and family would mourn, but then easily get over their grief and move on.

Meanwhile when Harem Hotel ended Marcos and Mali Asavawanda, 19 year old twins born in Bangkok, would receive Canadian citizenship, a modest inheritance from their deceased parents and all the paperwork and credentials to start their new lives.

Even after that he still had 5000 BP remaining. Enough for one of the 20VP tattoos. He was surprised to find one was

missing, but at least it wasn't the one he'd been considering. Still, he held off buying it. He wanted to go over it with Beatriz one last time. He put his phone away and headed back to check on her.

Eric knew what Alexandra wanted to talk about, “It's ok. It's all water under the bridge. We don't have to talk about it now. We can just enjoy each other's company.”

Alexandra shook her head, “No. We do. I do. It's not water under the bridge because I haven't built that bridge yet.

Please, just let me talk. I want to explain myself. Explain who I really was, why I did what I did then. It's not about forgiveness, it's about me, moving forward. I've been running away from my problems for a very long time. I'm tired of it,” She clenched her fists and stared at him with determination, “I've decided I'm done running away. I know exactly what I want now, who I want to be. I'm not going to give up anymore. I need you to listen.”

Ok, she was serious. He hadn't meant to dismiss her feelings, he was only trying to save her the pain of old memories. He wasn't going to deny her, “Right, of course. Sorry. Hey why don't we walk and talk, it would be nice to tour around campus a little?” And nice to avoid all the other people in the cafe.

Alexandra nodded, “Ok. Let's go.” They grabbed their drinks and headed out. Eric waited for her to be ready.

“Ok, well, I'm going to start at the beginning. The very beginning. You know some of what I'm going to say, but just let me finish.

So, growing up we were poor, you know that. My dad, he worked hard. Like really hard. He was always busy, taking extra shifts and side jobs. Constantly trying to give me a better life.

I don't know, maybe some part of me felt like because he was doing so much to prevent me from having to struggle too, I felt like I couldn't.

It was good that I always found school to be easy. I got As with little effort, I made friends easily. It made my dad so happy to see me doing well.

Ballet was easy too. I loved it and found it easy to put effort into it. Losing those classes, that was my first major setback in life. It made him so upset to know he couldn't provide that for me, so I just pretended it didn't hurt.

Told him I was thinking of dropping it anyway, and wanted to try something new. I don't know if he bought it, but he stopped trying to make up for it at least.

That somehow became my default strategy in life. When faced with challenges I would just pivot away.

I chose my undergrad because I knew it would be easy. I can't remember anything I learned, but I still remember flying through it.

Law school was different though. It was hard. It took everything I had not to drop out that first year. I took up stripping because it was easier than working retail and then escorting because it was even easier. But even with more money for less time I was still struggling to keep up. It was all too much for me.

When you told me how you felt I was already planning on dropping out. At that point running away just seemed easier.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never stopped to think about how I hurt you. I just kept running until the day I ended up here.”

Eric could see tears forming in her eyes, he put his arm around her, “It's ok. I forgive you. You need to forgive yourself too.”

Alexandra nodded, “I know. That makes it even harder. Your anger would be understandable, would give me something to push against, but forgiveness? I don't know what to do with that “

Eric thought for a moment, “Alexandra you don't need to do anything with forgiveness. Forgiving you isn't about you, it's about me and how I moved past it.

Of course it hurt that you ran away without saying anything. It made me think I had totally misjudged our relationship, how you felt about me. But more importantly it made me afraid that you were in danger. I was so worried about you and that worry hurt so much. When I eventually found out you were ok in Europe I was just confused.

The point is I've had a lot of time to process those feelings. A long time now knowing more about why you left. I forgive you because I'm ready to move past it all and be with you, here, in the present.”

Alexandra wiped a tear away and smiled, “I'm ready too. I am not going to run away anymore. I know what I want now and I'm willing to struggle as much as it takes.

I want to dance. It's always been my passion. I'm not going to pretend it doesn't matter anymore. I'm going to spend the rest of my life dancing. It doesn't matter if it's on Broadway or in a tiny studio in the Bronx, I'm going to fulfill that dream.

More than that I want you. Not just because of all these stupid transformations. I want you because I always wanted you. I was too afraid to tell you how I felt back then, to take a chance. I'm not afraid anymore. I want to be with you. Not as your side piece or mistress or fuck buddy. I want to be your partner, your wife. I'll share you with Trinity, with everyone else, I just want to be with you.”

Eric pulled her in for a tight hug, “I love you too Alexandra.”

Mali had been assigned the dressing rooms. She was pretty excited about it. She recalled the themed bedrooms the golems had made back on the cruise ship. Anything they could do she could do better.

She started with her brother Marcos. His theme would be Hello Kitty. She snickered as she imagined his groans upon seeing this. Pink and sparkles everywhere. Oh and a giant BTS poster just cause. She was alone allowed to give him one outfit per round, but she wanted him to win so she did her very best. Maybe a little sexier than he would like, but that's what happens when you let a sex obsessed **** pick your wardrobe.

Ok, who is next? Mali grinned as she started on the remaining rooms.

Sarah was struggling to keep up with Jenny. Jenny was just so enthusiastic about everything, she was practically sprinting from one shop to the next. New Haven wasn't much in Sarah's opinion, even this downtown area was kinda dinky. Still Jenny was having fun, and that was enough for Sarah.

Sarah had suggested they buy a temporary reality adjustment for her straightjacket and nudity, but Jenny had laughed off the suggestion. Sarah was a little envious of her confidence. Not many people could bound down the street in a latex straightjacket with their tits out and a smile on their face.

At least Sarah had been able to convince someone to let her out of her armbinder. It would have been more difficult if neither of them could open doors.

“Sarah hurry up, let's go in here.” Jenny called from outside a shop. It was an Asian fusion restaurant.

Sarah jogged to catch up and opened the door for her fiancee. Inside they were seated by a waiter who couldn't keep his eyes off Jenny's tits. He didn't protest though, and sat them promptly.

The menu was in English and Mandarin. It had always disappointed her parents that she was fluent like they were. She could read the menu, mostly, but she wasn't about to order in Mandarin….except she was on a magic reality show. She pulled out her phone. Turns out she could buy lots of different languages.

Fluency in Mandarin was only 1000 BP. Probably because she was already partially there. On a whim she also bought fluency in Japanese. Jenny didn't speak it, but her parents did. It would be fun to surprise them later. That was more expensive since she didn't have any prior knowledge. Still she felt like she was getting a pretty good deal.

11300 BP-> 300 BP

When the waiter came back she surprised him by ordering in Mandarin. He recovered quickly and took it down. After he was gone Jenny giggled, “Did you just buy yourself something special?”

Sarah stuck out her tongue, “Ya. Why spend hours learning a language when you can cheat with BP.”

Jenny smiled at her, “Ya. It would be cool to learn Japanese so I could talk to my grandmother, but I never wanted to learn as a kid.”

Sarah pulled out Jenny's phone from her purse, “I can help. I'll select things from your endorsement contract and then buy it for you. Oh but no peeking.”

Jenny just giggled and nodded. Sarah looked through her options. There weren't a lot of choices, probably because it was the last day. Finally she found one option. She held up the phone to Jenny who tapped with her nose.

A pair of clamps appeared on Jenny's nipples. Bells hung down from them. Jenny shook her breasts back and forth, “Oh my. This feels a little strange.”

Sarah laughed, “They are called ‘Ring-My-Bells. The more they ring, the hornier they make you. I figured with your ever-bouncing tits…”

Jenny smiled, “Oh you are evil! Fuck this straightjacket. When I get this off I'm going to…”

“Make me worship your pussy? Looking forward to it.” Sarah finished her sentence.

“Exactly. But since that won't be today I think I'll get my **** by making you squirm.”

Sarah smiled. She loved Jenny so much. She was always just so positive about everything. So fucking hot too. “Once we finish eating let's head back to the yacht for some dessert.”

Jenny shook her head, “Why wait? Meet me in the bathroom in 2 minutes.” Jenny didn't wait for a response. She got up and headed there straight away. That's another thing about Jenny, she is not afraid of anything. Of course Sarah obeyed. She knew she could keep quiet after all.

Valerie sighed as she looked in the mirror. She wanted to wear something nice, but of course she was limited to fetish costumes now. She'd put on the cheerleader outfit instead, at least she looked hot.

She sat down at the computer and turned the camera on. She was going over what Ciela said. It was the last day, do SOMETHING today. She'd decided on a direct appeal to the audience. Marcos was letting her borrow his streaming set up.

She turned it on and started the stream, she tried smiling at the camera but it felt fake so she relaxed her face, “Hello audience. Ciela suggested we do something to earn the favour of the audience before the final votes, so I wanted to talk to you all directly.

I know I am probably not a fan favourite. I came here with an incredibly narrow worldview. I thought I deserved Eric simply because I wanted him. I hadn't been told no very much growing up and even though I reject much of what my father stands for, I never actually had to try for anything before.

I thought my youth and wealth would be enough to win Eric away from Stephanie, and hold off the others to be the Harem Queen. I think we can all agree that was foolish from the beginning.

I don't want to be Harem Queen anymore. I don't exactly want to forget the names of my new friends, but I don't want to be in charge of anyone but myself.

I'm not sure what you are looking for in a best girl, but I'm pretty sure I'm not it. I'm not the one who loves Eric the most, or has the most sex, or even the hottest. I've fucked over the other contestants, intentionally and not. I've been selfish, vindictive and rude

But I think I've also grown more than anyone else here. Except maybe Isla. Maybe that's why I'm finding myself drawn to her recently. I get where she's coming from. Wealth, power, too much really fucks you up.

Obviously I'm not asking for sympathy, just a bit of understanding. When you vote for my fate, just try to remember how far I've come, and imagine how far I can go.

Also…ditto for Isla. She has fallen far enough. Thank you for listening.” Valerie shut down the steam immediately, intentionally avoiding reading any comments. She wasn't sure she could handle them.

Getting up she checked her phone. She promised to meet Isla on shore for lunch, she'd have to leave immediately to be on time. She grabbed her purse and headed out.

Felicia screamed and threw her phone across the room. She had BP now to try making her life better, but it wasn't nearly enough. Turns out she didn't have the Master's permission to spend BP, and so every item had a 200% markup until she got it.

This wasn't fair. She didn't do anything wrong. She didn't conspire with Ciela against the Producers, all she did was obey her boss. Now she lost her magic, her position, everything as some sort of punishment for the misdeeds of others.

Her only hope was that wish. Except she was so far behind. She needed to give this dumb transformation to Ciela. She was suffering right? She didn't need consent after all. She concentrated on giving it away and suddenly felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Tentatively she spoke, “Testing, testing.” It was normal volume.

She shrieked in joy, fuck you Producers! She retrieved her phone and found all prices back to normal. First she bought an outfit, she was still restricted to sexy librarian, whatever that meant, but it let her buy an outfit for 100 BP

As soon as she clicked on it she was wearing it. Thigh high stockings, high heels, a plaid skirt and tight black turtleneck. Her glasses even got a chain to hold them around her neck.

Now then she had to solve her other problems. First was this stupid maid transformation. She looked over her options again. She could upgrade it. That might help. Or it might make things worse. But why would it be so expensive to upgrade if it made her life harder?

Just then she spotted something called Producer's Special - Upgrade all transformation for the low price of 19500. It must be her old boss trying to help her out. Without hesitation she bought it. She watched the descriptions update.

I can't see without my glasses+ - I can't talk without my choker. Felicia will be unable to speak when her neck is bare. A collar, choker, scarf, etc will count. As a bonus Felicia will be fluent in every language and be capable of speaking in any accent.

Well that kind of sucks, Felicia thought. At least it seemed like her turtleneck counted. Still, not very useful.

Android+ - Felicia can now edit her own code, except she can't undo anything set by the Master. The others can now edit her code for free, but all edits from them can only last 12 hours.

Hmm, she thought. That might be useful. She didn't think the others had the guts to sabotage her, but she could give herself some boosts.

Touch my titties+ - Felicia's tits become even more sensitive and her need for someone to touch them increases. Her nipples will also become permanently hard. She can offset this increased need by having her nipples voluntarily pierced. If can't get the Master to touch her, having the others slap her tits or pinch her nipples will now satisfy her craving.

Now this one just sucked. It was bad enough craving that prick to touch her, now she's going to want others to slap her? She could feel the need burning, she'd have to get her nipples pierced, and soon.

Fetish jobs+ - Felicia may now schedule time off. She must work a minimum of 20 hours per week and at least 4 days per week. She may earn up to 2 weeks vacation per year by working overtime. All time off must be pre-approved by the Master or Mistress at least one week in advance.

Fuck, that was good in some ways, but still didn't help now. Oh it did she supposed, she no longer had to work 4 hours today, she could make up the rest later.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screamed. Some special that was. Now she was out of BP and needed someone to touch her chest immediately. “Where is that prick anyway?” In a huff she got up and hurried into town. If she didn't run into Eric at least she could find someone to pierce her.

Isla sat nervously across from Valerie. They were sitting outside at a quaint little cafe. It was her first date ever. If it was a date. She thought it was, but neither of them had actually used that word. Isla didn't really understand human social conventions yet.

Of course her dates with Eric didn't count. Those were part of the show. She didn't have a choice there and neither did Eric. Valerie didn't have to be sitting across from her. Isla didn't have to invite her. Two friends choosing to spend time together. Or two lovers?

Isla blushed, the silence had stretched on too long. She didn't know what to say. How does one date anyway?

Luckily Valerie came to her rescue, she put a hand over Islam's, “I'm really glad you invited me Isla. I can tell you are nervous and I just want to let you know that everyone is nervous on 1st dates, myself included. It's just part of being human.”

Isla’s smile blossomed. She was really here, on a date. She'd been transformed, stripped of her magic, shackled to this harem…and yet she'd never been happier.