That's a good question. Terry! How is that a first?

Blowjob! +8 VP First! +8 VP

Louise: 16 VP

Sage saw the notification and did a quick head count. Louise was missing. Which meant she had blown the Master. But this clearly wasn't the first time she had blown him. Grimacing, Sage got to her feet and refilled her wineglass. Why is good help so hard to find?

"Terry. I know you're listening because you just updated the scores. What the fuck?"

"What do you mean, 'What did I do this time?' You fucking gave Louise first time points when it's NOT her first time!"

"I don't give a shit if it's been over 6 years since she did it. IT'S STILL NOT THE FIRST TIME!"

"Of course I want you to fix it!"

"The next words out of your mouth had better be to the effect that you just made an amazingly ill-conceived joke with the worst possible timing."

"OK. So, was that actually a terrible idea of a joke or can I add yet one more thing to the list of ridiculous shit that has been the hallmark of this season? And I'd like to remind you that we're not even through the FIRST FUCKING DAY!"

"So you can't fix it? That's it?"

"No, I am pretty sure that someone is going to question how his EX FUCKING WIFE is getting first-time bonuses for pretty much ANYTHING they could do together!"

"Fuck, Terry! I know they didn't do THAT! It's hard to get quality kimchi and avocados can be hit or miss. Besides, Do you know how difficult it is to get peanut butter off of upholstery? Besides, that's not the point. The point is, you've delivered yet another shit sandwich to me and I now have to figure out how to un-fuck your so-called assistance. And while we're at it, please, for the love of road head, will you try not to "borrow without asking" any more shop items or transformations? Please? We've been over this. There is a Network. I can contact it. I can get things through it. STOP FUCKING IT UP!

"Stop crying. I know you are. It's fine. I think I know how to fix it. Just... just chill for a bit. Maybe just focus on making sure Sgt. Barkles has everything he needs for this poll that's running. OK? I expect we'll be getting results before too long and I want to see how it feels, just once to not shit the bed when it comes to polling and vote counting, you know? "

"..."

"Yes, I heard you. I just don't think now is the time to start planning an Employee Appreciation Gala. Just.. Fuck! Good bye, Terry."

Sage walked over to the wall of her kitchen and began lightly banging her head against it. What did I do to deserve this? What deity or Producer have I offended? Sighing, Sage straightened up and drained her glass. They hadn't been canceled. Yet. She could fix this. Maybe her alleged "helpers" would start to live up to their namesakes. It's time for Mama to get back to work.

******

In the near-darkness, both Dave and Louise were thankful for the darkness and the silence as they got re-dressed. Feeling awkward, Dave was the first to break the silence. "Lou... that was... Are you ok? Did I hurt you? God! It was like, I dunno, I was so angry, and you started saying that stuff. Holy shit. That was so hot! Where did that come from? But then I lost control. I'm sorry. It's no excuse, I know, but -"

"David", Louise interrupted. "Stop. Don't apologize. You didn't **** me to do anything I didn't want to. You didn't hurt me. I... I'm not sure how to process what happened. What's happening to me, but you need to know that I'm not upset about it. Or at you. I've...", she sighed. "I've got a lot to think about. And I understand. Once I started talking... oh God I can't believe some of the shit I said, but it was like I couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. You're not the only one coming to terms with some new stuff up here." She gently tapped his temple. "And in the aftermath of ... this", she gestured at the two of them, "I am still processing what just happened. You need to know that it was good for me. I initiated this. But David, you need to know that you didn't do anything wrong. Yes, it sucks for us to be here. To have who we are changed at the whims of some faceless audience. But you're a victim too. The things that you told me before... before we, you know, it makes sense now. Sage knows you, Dave. She knows how to push every one of your buttons, because you're not that complicated." She reached out and gently caressed his cheek. "And believe it or not, that's a compliment. You are good. You are honorable. You are loyal. You try to do the right thing, regardless of whether it's the easy thing to do. And right now? Right now, the right thing, the good thing, is to play along with this sick show. Hearing what she told you, I think you have to. I'm more than a little scared about what's going to happen to us. But I am scared shitless about the prospect whatever Sage considers a final punishment. So I need you, David. We need you, whether everyone realizes that or not. Help us. Help us avoid a worse fate." She leaned in and quickly kissed his cheek. "Besides, it's not like it won't be pleasurable for you." She grinned.

Dave reached out and groped for her hand. Giving it a squeeze, he sank down to the ground and pulled her into his arms, her back against his chest. Wrapping her in his arms, he reached up and gently caressed her cheek. Finding it moist from tears, he squeezed her harder before relaxing again. "I'll try, Lou. I'm just scared, too. Will I recognize myself when this is over? Will I want to recognize myself? How will this even work? How am I going to explain that I have a fucking harem? How will y'all explain it? This is so fucked!" He leaned back and rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes.

"What did you tell me when I was in dental school and I worried about opening an office? 'Don't borrow trouble from the future'? Well, Officer Brewer, don't borrow trouble from the future. One day at a time. One hour at a time. You'll get through this. We'll get through this. There are some seriously foxy women that will definitely want to get to know you better once I have a chance to talk with them." She couldn't keep the smile from her voice. "And besides. That bitch has fucking magic. I'm sure she can make whatever arrangements are necessary once we're back in the real world. But for now, I, we, are going to need the David that had his way with me just now. He is the one who is going to get us out of this. And", she paused, lifting his hand to give it a kiss, "He's not so bad as you think. A man who knows what he wants is not a bad thing at all." Sighing, she extracted herself from his arms. "We should get back. With luck, nobody will have noticed that we were missing, but something tells me at least one of the girls has." Standing up, she reached for his hands. "C'mon soldier. Once more into the breach." And grunting with the effort, she helped pull him to his feet.

Walking back the way they came, he slipped an arm around her waist. "Do you think we could have made it if stuff had been more... you know... like that?"

Leaning her head against his shoulder, Louise sighed. "No. Because that, as you put it, would never have happened without supernatural intervention. I was too uptight. I was too embarrassed. I think I just didn't believe that you would actually respect me if I did stuff like that. You never gave me reason to think otherwise. That was all on me. In my head. I wasn't kidding, and I wasn't looking for pity or for you to take me back as your wife and ditch these other girls. I know that chapter of our lives is done. I made sure of that, and that's my burden. But that doesn't mean that the next chapter can't still have me in it. I'll just have... company. I never had any sisters growing up. This might not be so bad. I'm still going to have a freak out at some point, but right now, I'm still high as balls from that orgasm. Best. Ever. But for now", she gently took his arm from around her waist. "It's probably best if the other girls don't see me as your favorite or think that I'm trying to weasel back into your heart or anything. Girls can be mean. You boys have NO idea. So give me a couple minutes head start before you follow me, ok? If anyone asks what happened, tell them. I'm not ashamed. Not of that, anyways. Of how I treated you? Probably always. But not for being honest with myself about my sexuality for once and actually trusting you. For talking about the subject I was always too ashamed of to talk to my own husband about. They'll see the scoreboard soon enough. I'm not going to advertise it though." Turning, she stopped in front of him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she only had to look slightly up to meet his eyes. Leaning in, she gave him a kiss. "I love you, David. I am sorry for hurting you. You didn't do anything wrong just now. And you won't be doing anything wrong if you do similar things and more with these girls. We need you. We need your help to get out of here in one piece. See you in a few." And giving his cock a mischievous little squeeze, she turned around and walked quickly back towards the great room.

Kissed the Master! +2 VP First! +2 VP

Louise: 20 VP

Sage watched on her monitor as Dave re-entered the great room. She checked the time. She paged Terry to see if Sgt. Barkles had things taken care of. Satisfied that all was as good as could be hoped for, she teleported back to the great room. "Gather round, gather round!", she called out. Once everyone was within earshot, Sage addressed the group. "If any of you happened to be paying attention, you will have noticed dear Doctor Louise has earned some significant VP despite finishing the poker game in 6th place." All eyes turned to Louise, who flushed, but stood her ground, crossing her arms and meeting each gaze. Sage continued, "So you see, what had happened was... I don't know how else to explain it. It was a fuck-up. She was inadvertently awarded first-time bonus VP for things that she had absolutely done before."

Various noises of outrage made their way from the group, nobody being foolish or angry enough to forget about the possible consequences for angering the Host. Sage held up her hands in a calming gesture. "I understand. Believe me. I was less happy about it than you lot. However, I have come up with a solution. But before I give you the solution, I am going to explain all the circumstances. The Master left the room shortly after the poker game ended. Louise observed this and followed after him. Eventually, she gave him one hell of a blowjob, for which she was awarded the standard VP performance bonus as well as an erroneous first-time bonus."

Both Dave and Louise blushed and fidgeted awkwardly, as both were the focus of every pair of eyes in the room. "After they... collected themselves, Louise earned another VP performance bonus for a kiss and again was awarded a first-time bonus."

"That's not fair!" Angela blurted out before she could rein her tongue in. "She's his ex-WIFE! Of course she's blown him and kissed him and fucked him and whatever! She knows all about him!"

"And that's the issue right there! Five points to the Pretty Kitties!", Sage exclaimed. Looking skyward, she put a finger to her ear. "That was a joke. There is no House Cup or cabin competition, no matter how much you loved Harry Potter, Pauline. Don't fucking do it." Sage appeared to be listening to a response and then turned back to Angela. "You have alighted upon the primary issue. How is it fair for someone who already knows the Master to get first time bonuses? So here is the solution. As of now, Louise has lost all of her knowledge and memories of sexy times with the Master. She is, in effect a virgin again!" Sage snapped her fingers.

"Wait!" Dave reached for Louise, but it was too late. She stiffened, her eyes rolling back in her head. She gave a small grunt and collapsed. Dave was close enough to catch her before she hit the ground. "Help me get her over to the couch, please!", he asked the group. Glaring at Sage, he growled, "If you fucked her brain up with that stunt, I WILL find a way to fuck you up."

"Rawr, tiger! Mmmm. Mama likey!" Sage gave an exaggerated wink to Dave. "She's fine. Probably." Seeing Dave tense, Sage barked a laugh. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. She really is fine. That's a normal reaction. She'll be fine. It just takes a minute or two for a human brain to reboot."

"But what about the bonus stuff? I don't want to be a bitch about it, but how is that fair?" Hillary found her courage in the wake of her best friend's collapse.

"The bonuses will stand. Every one of you bitches has had the same opportunities to slobber on that knob and none of you have! I even suggested that one of you crawl up under the table and attend to that monster in his pants during the poker game. So no. Those were legitimately the first time that either of those two events has occurred this season, so the performance bonus stands. Additionally, it's not like Louise was familiar with the upgrades I gave the master. So it might as well have been a whole different cock she jammed down her throat. You snooze, you lose. The early girl gets the cock, or something like that. You want those bonus points, you go earn them. Don't come crying to me though. This matter is closed. Incidentally, you may want to know that during their little interlude, Louise was effectively naked. However, since it was nearly pitch black, she did NOT get any VP for displaying her naked body to the Master, because he was unable to see anything. Hold that thought." Turning from the group, Sage touched her ear. "Say what, Steve?"

"He did? Are you sure?"

"No. I was uh... busy. That's your fucking job!"

"Hands-free, he did it though? After she let go?"

"OK. Fix the scoreboard then, but seriously, can we stop with the fuckups please? I really will make Sgt. Barkles and Miss Mittens my numbers one and two on the production team. I can't stress to you how serious I am about that. Now go handle it please."

Facing the harem, Sage resumed speaking. "I apologize for the interruption, but it has been brought to my attention that our scoring for Louise is incorrect."

"Thank God", someone, probably Angela, Sage thought, muttered.

"You might not be saying that in a a second", Sage replied to the anonymous heckler. "C'mon Steve. Any fucking day now."

After another awkward pause ensued where the assembled women (and Dave) looked expectantly at Sage while nothing continued to happen. Suddenly,

Master Touched Her Pussy! +5 VP First! +5 VP

Louise: 30 VP

"Apparently, there was an oversight. The master got to 2nd base before 3rd, if you know what I mean", Sage leered at Dave. "Now. Let's all sit in the Friendship Circle. I see Louise is waking up. Good, good. Dave, you sit where you sat for that excellent show by Jane and Angela", both women blushed but said nothing. "And I will sit here, where Jane sat. The rest of you may sit where you like. Come along! We have transformation votes to reveal!"

Angela nudged her sister as Bethany looked as if she were going to question Sage. "Time magic, remember?"

"Oh yeah. I still wonder if it is actual magic or just technology sufficiently advanced that we just think of it as 'magic'?", Bethany mused.

"Only you, Beth. Only you." Angela gave her sister a good-natured side hug and holding her sister's hand, accompanied her to the couch where Louise sat, joining the brunette. The other couch was filled by Hillary, Grace, and Suzanne. Jane opted to sit next to Dave.

"A beej, huh?", she whispered. "Truthfully, I thought it would be someone else who got to you first." Looking thoughtful, Jane continued. "Although, she does have that punishment thing. She's gotta get three people a day off with her mouth. That's what? One down? How was it? She get any better?" Jane hadn't meant to actually question Dave about his activities in the hall. What had started out as a good-natured ribbing of a friend had quickly become a rather personal inquiry. Shrugging, Jane decided to just roll with it. It's gonna get a helluva lot weirder before we're done, I think. "Lemme guess. She had to initiate, didn't she?"

"Yeah", Dave tried to keep his voice low. Sage was expounding on the new and improved voting process and something about a new sergeant or something who was in charge of the Voting Integrity Division or something. "But it wasn't just that. We talked. Like, REALLY talked. She apologized", Jane snorted.

"I fucking bet she did. That's a hell of a way to do it!"

"No! She legit apologized. And I blasted off on her. I told her a whole lotta shit. I dunno. Maybe it's part of whatever Sage did to me. And her. Fuck! All of y'all. Us. Maybe it was just the fucking strangeness of this whole damn situation. Maybe it was because it was basically in the dark and I could only make out a vague outline of her silhouette and didn't have to look at her face. Whatever it was, I just let it out. I let her have it. I told her I was terrified, which, I know, is kinda bullshit, because it's not like y'all aren't also scared, and with a helluva better reason than I got." Dave sighed. "I'll tell you what I told her. Cliff notes version, I am scared of who I'm becoming. I worry about what's gonna happen to me if I give in to these thoughts. These urges. I'm not a player like that. I've never had more than one girlfriend or whatever at a time. I've never cheated on a relationship. How can I look any of you in the eye when I'm sleeping with a different one of you every day? I worry about work. How can I go back to work, especially in Vice, after this shit?" Dave clenched his fists and drew a deep breath before slowly letting it out. Jane knew him well enough to know that he had more to say. "And she told me to give in. To let go. To do whatever fucked up shit comes to mind. That to not do that would hurt you all. That the honorable thing would be to actively do what I consider a dishonor to all of you. To objectify you all. To use you. That if I didn't, then it would somehow be worse for y'all. And to my shame, I listened. Jane, it wasn't just a blowjob. I fucked her mouth. I dunno how to say this, but when Sage said she gave me an enhancement in the junk department, she wasn't fucking around. I have no idea how long it is. But I know that I can put both hands around it and still have several inches left uncovered. And I fucked her throat." He held his head in his hands. "I fucking grabbed her head and just hammered her mouth until I could jam it down her throat. Jane, I've NEVER done that before. I wouldn't do that before. Every girl I've ever gotten head from, I've managed to not grab their heads and thrust. I've respected them. Nobody wants to just be treated like a fucking fleshlight or something! Right? And I treated my wife. My ex-wife like a fucking whore! And the worst part? I fucking LOVED every second of it! Jane, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Holy fucking shit! I wanna see a fucking replay of THAT! Jane fought the urge to rub her pussy. Now THAT was a fucking blowjob! Who knew Miss 'I'm too good to suck a dick' Louise could get down like that? What had she said to get him so worked up? Tia, we're gonna have us a little chat tonight. I want some deets. Jane reached over and punched Dave lightly in the arm before leaning in and shoulder-checking him. "You wanna know what I think. Brewer? Is that it? Are you waiting for me to put my arm around you and tell you that I know that's not you. That she talked you into it. That the stress of all this", she gestured generally at their surroundings, "gives you a pass? Or that I think you can resist in the future? That you can stay strong. That, as your partner, I got your back, that I'll do my part and tell these whores to keep their fucking pants on and their tits covered up. Except for Hillary, obviously" Jane chuckled. "Well", she drew the word out. "Fuck that right in the ear. I'm not. You wanna know what I think? I think that's hot as fuck. I think I wanna see a repeat. I might want to try it myself! I know that she has monkeyed with my fucking mind. Crissakes, Brewer, I fucking sat here and showed you my pussy before telling that little tattooed thing to lick my pussy while you watched! Do you know what put me over the top? Her fucking fingers and tongue were fucking magical. It was YOU. That look on your face. Ooooh! I can see it now! That look. The one that saw something he wanted. The one who didn't look away. Who fucking enjoyed watching. Brewer, I wanted you to watch! This is still taking some getting used to. And there are moments when Old Jane pops up with a thought or two. It's happening less and less though. But we clearly can't fight it. I'm glad to see Louise isn't completely useless. She has a fucking head on her shoulders. Heh. Head." Jane giggled. "But seriously, Brewer, what she told you is the fucking situation, man. I know you. Like, I KNOW you. You tried so hard to not check me out. I know. And the old me appreciated that. I know what I look like. You can't hide these tits or this culo. I saw you look. You think I didn't check your ass out? Bitch please! But you didn't stare. You didn't make it weird. You treated me like a fucking partner. You had my back and I had yours. I love you like a brother. Except now, it's more like some kind of Deliverance brother, because I wanna fuck you now, too." Jane grinned and pulled back a little to gauge where Dave was, emotionally.

"Look. Jokes aside. I KNOW that you want to do right by us. I KNOW that you want to fucking respect us. To not objectify us or lessen our value as humans because of what's between our legs. I KNOW that you don't want to hurt me. Or Louise. Or any of these bitches. Even that cunt Hillary. Sure, I'd listen to you rant about her and Louise, but we both knew you were blowing off steam. You wouldn't ACTUALLY do anything to either of them, even if it was a guaranteed that you'd get away with it. Only now, all bets are off. Promise me that you'll help us, Brewer. Promise me that you'll let us help you. The only way out is through. You know the drill. I know it's been forever since the Academy for an old fucker like you," she stuck out her tongue and laughed at the mock outrage on his face. "But surely you remember those "motivational PT runs". Those "just for fun 10k 'jogs' ". The O-course, over and over, until EVERYONE completed every obstacle perfectly and on time. There wasn't time to bitch and moan. To play "poor pitiful me". You had to suck it up, get through it, and get to the next day. So that's what I'm telling you, Brewer. Suck it up. Get through it. And you'll get to the next day. Besides, let's be honest. This sounds a HELL of a lot better than doing the Academy all over." She winked and put her hand on his thigh, giving it a friendly squeeze.

"But if you need to talk. If you need to have a moment where you need someone to listen, I'm your fucking partner. I'll be there for you. I'll listen. But Brewer?" Jane straightened up and gently but firmly took his chin in her hand and turned him to face her. "I need you to look into my eyes and know that I am officially, 100% not fucking with you on this. So listen the fuck up. I am not gonna let you puss out on us. I am not gonna let Scared Dave run the show. You're gonna have to fuck us. All of us. And that's just the start. We'll probably, like that song said, do shit that even Prince wouldn't sing about. That doesn't change who is in here." She poked his chest. Hard. "Who you are in there is still the same. We're gonna be like the fucking Marines here. We're gonna adapt, improvise, and overcome." She winked. "Or over-cum, even. But this guilt shit has got to go. I don't know how long we're gonna be here. But, like Louise said, I don't wanna find out what happens if I don't have a lot of points by the end of this. And the best way to help me. To help Louise. To help all of us, is to play ball. Give in. Let lose. Go wild. We all need you. I'm pretty sure that we all want you, if not now, than in the near future." Seeing his brows pull down into a frown, Jane held up a conciliatory finger. "Yes, even that bitch Hillary. Trust me. She's gonna need this new Brewer more than anyone. She's not gonna allow herself to do anything with the Brewer that she humiliated in court. Whose career she fucking torpedoed. That weak-ass Brewer doesn't deserve to lick her shoes. He doesn't deserve to breathe her fucking air! She's gonna need someone to take charge. I've seen chicks like that before. Fucking ball-busters. Smart. Crazy intelligent. Crazy independent. Just absolutely destroying the lesser men that dared approach them. And not just shooting them down. I'm talking next of kin notifications here. I'm talking some serious therapy with the head shrinkers before they felt like they could ask some other girl out. But then a man comes along and demands that they respect him. That tells them he won't put up with their bullshit games, every last one of those bitches got in line and got behind that man. They were still absolute terrors to everyone else. But with their man, they finally had someone who they could respect as a peer. An equal. Someone worthy of their respect and loyalty. Because those men didn't **** them. Didn't demean them. Didn't beat them into submission. Didn't make them lesser. They just refused to let themselves be disrespected. Hillary will never admit this. I don't think she'd understand if you tried to explain it. Hell, if you tried to explain it, that puts you beneath her. No. You're gonna have to tame that bitch. Be forceful. Assertive. DO NOT APOLOGIZE. Take what you need. Give her what she needs. It's the only way it's gonna work with her."

"For the rest of us, you can lighten up just a touch. I mean, don't be a pussy, obviously." Finally! He finally fucking smiled! "But seriously, don't try to protect us by not playing her game. You're only fucking us, and not in the good way. That's it. I'm not giving you absolution or any kind of out. Fucking own it. Wanna bang twins? Do it. Wanna watch your wife get DP'd while she blows you? Fuck yeah. Want to see how much of a gag reflex your partner has? Only one way to find out, Papi. But get your head out of your ass and into the game." She gave him a small swat to his hip. "Good game, or whatever the fuck you dudes say when you smack each other's ass. Good talk." Looking up, Jane realized that Sage had stopped speaking. Fuck me sideways. How long has she been sitting there? Looking around, Jane realized that all eyes were on her and Dave.

"Uhh... Sorry. Just had to cover a couple of things. You know, uh... Police stuff?" Jane winced internally. Police stuff? Fucking hell, Randall. Come up with something better than THAT! However, implausible as it might have been, her half-assed excuse seemed to satisfy her audience. At least we were speaking softly. Hopefully they didn't hear what I was saying. If Hillary had overheard, that could prove disastrous.

"As I was saying, I have just received word from our Voting Integrity Director that the results from the latest poll have been tallied and we are ready to proceed with the next round of transformations! I know I'm excited! And I can see it on your faces that you are too!" Sage smiled widely and spread her hands as if she were going to try to hug the whole room. "So! As I said before, we will be going in order of finish from the poker game. Which means, Bethany my dear, you are up first!"