It's up to me, I gotta make my mama proud

Sylvia awoke to blackness. She felt something soft and spongy press into her face, making it hard to breathe.

It took her a couple seconds of suffocating to realize that the thing pinning her down was Gina’s cleavage.

“Ugh… get off!” She grunted out into the other woman’s boobs, giving her a shove. Gina slid off her like a blanket and hit the floor as the blonde sat up, gasping for air.

“Yow! Hey! That was uncalled for!” Gina hopped to her feet with a sour expression on her face, rubbing the back of her head. “That really hurt.”

Sylvia winced. “Sorry. But I kinda needed you to get off.”

“There are better ways to get someone off, you know,” Gina replied with a smirk. “I would have thought a former host of Harem Hotel would be aware of that.”

Sylvia rolled her eyes in response.

“…Anyway, sorry,” Gina apologized, giving Sylvia an awkward smile. “Didn’t mean to suffocate you like that.”

“And I didn’t mean to shove you off the bed,” Sylvia said in a conciliatory tone. “I’m sorry about that, too.”

Gina waved her hand lazily. “Nah, don’t worry about all that,” she scoffed. “Woke me up pretty good anyhow. Usually it takes quite a bit to get me up in the morning, but right now I’m wide awake and rested!”

“Probably because you didn’t have anything to drink last night,” Sylvia said, getting out of bed and going over to her closet. She selected something that she could wear with her current transformations, a pair of tight shorts and a top made of crisscrossing cloth that covered most of her breasts while revealing her midriff and a hint of cleavage. It could pass for fancy or trashy depending on the attitude of the person wearing it.

“I’m going down to breakfast after I get changed,” Sylvia said, changing into her clothes without concern that Gina was still in the room. “I’m a little anxious about some of the new girls, and I want to check up on them.”

As the former host, Sylvia knew a bit about what was going on in the new Auditionees; she’d read their profiles prior to the season starting.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin and Cinder and Ella were what currently concerned her.

“Eh… I think I’ll pass,” Gina said, shifting from one foot to the other and glancing away. “I’m not that hungry right now…”

Sylvia paused with her shorts halfway up her hips and turned to look at the other girl.

“…You’re just saying that because you don’t want to run into Amelia, isn’t that right?” She pointed out. The way Gina twitched told the blonde that she was right on the money.

Gina scowled. “Look, it’s not like I have a problem with her, okay? But I know what she’s gonna say. She’s going to tell me to eat my vegetables, and to get something that isn’t loaded with fat or sugar, it’s what she does! Every day at camp, I’d get these muffins and danishes and stuff instead of the other foods, and she’d chew me out over it! Well, fuck that!”

With a pout she turned up her nose, and Sylvia held back an amused smile.

“Aw… you’re embarrassed, huh?” She needled her roommate, walking over to Gina once she finished getting dressed. “Because you have someone who cares about you and you don’t know what to do to drive her off!”

Gina’s eyes widened and then they narrowed into a dirty look. “Yeah, well, nobody asked you,” she snapped. Then her face softened. “…Sorry. That was… rude.”

Sylvia shrugged. “I’ve come to expect rude from you,” she replied. “It’s not a big deal if you ask me. Just who you are!”

That didn’t exactly make the punk girl feel better.

“Well… maybe I don’t want to see her right now,” Gina mumbled. She rubbed her stomach and felt her mouth start to get dry. In spite of her defiance of the concept of breakfast, she couldn’t deny she was hungry.

But an omelet and some hash browns weren’t going to soothe the need in her belly.

“…If I get food I’m just going to be hungrier,” Gina admitted, licking her lips. “I think we both know what I’m really craving right now…”

When was the last time Gina had gotten her fix? It felt like a century ago.

Sylvia’s amused expression instantly shifted to a look of concern. “Oh, wow, I didn’t even think about that,” she stammered, shaking her head. “Okay, yeah, you’re right. Sorry, Gina. No wonder you don’t want to get breakfast with Amelia there.”

Gina nodded and bit her lip. If Nick was downstairs eating with the others, she wasn’t sure if she could resist herself. And while he would obviously be okay with helping “take care” of her problem, asking the boy she liked if she could suck him off in the bathroom right in front of his stepmother was a level of depraved that was too far even for her.

So she had standards after all. At least, as far as disapproving mother figures went.

“…Well, hey, Daddy probably isn’t even in the Banquet Hall anyway!” Sylvia said, trying to make things better. “I’d bet he’s still upstairs in the Master’s Suite! You know, getting served breakfast in bed by Mary and Holly, with Marley there, too? That’s the kind of thing Daddy likes to do, so you know… it’s possible, right?”

Gina perked up when she heard that.

“You really think so?” She asked hopefully.

Sylvia shrugged. It was worth a try.

“Why don’t you go see?” She suggested. “I doubt you’d run into Amelia, at least.”

Gina nodded her head rapidly, and decided that was the perfect idea.

At the same time this conversation was happening, Amelia was pacing around her own bedroom trying to control her temper.

“Selfish brat,” she muttered under her breath.

As a teacher, she knew the importance of always remaining composed and in control. No matter how annoying a student was and how much they tried to goad her, she couldn’t lose her cool and get angry at them.

But right now, she wasn’t just a teacher. She was a woman who was **** to room with someone who had zero regard for her personal space.

“Vivian!” She snapped, turning to the bed, where a certain brunette heiress was curled up in slumber. “It’s time to wake up!”

She had half a mind to grab her riding crop, but she only wanted to use that in **** situations- like last night, when the arrogant girl had goaded her into doing it through taunts and sloppy behavior like kicking up her boots on the bed.

Vivian responded by grunting and turning over in her sleep, bundling up the blanket even tighter around her.

The brat was a blanket hog, and she’d hoarded all the pillows to herself, too. While Amelia wasn’t so spoiled that she needed comfort and luxury, she still appreciated going to bed with some form of covering and a soft place to rest her head.

She had no idea if Vivian had intentionally behaved like that to get under her skin, or if she was just that thoughtless and spoiled. But Amelia could see a good case being made for either possibility, which irritated her to no end.

“Vivian, you need to come down for breakfast,” she snapped.

More grunts.

“Pardon me, ma’am.”

Amelia turned to see Octavia standing a few feet away with her hand over her chest. Contrary to Dakota’s suggestion, the butler had not, in fact, joined them in the bed that night, and had instead deigned to sleep on the grass carpet.

Assuming she went to sleep at all. Amelia couldn’t quite confirm that either way- it was all too possible that the slender woman had stood perched over their bedside through the night.

Which was a scary thought in its own right.

“If you wish to wake Miss Carrington from her slumber, I would advise you best give up,” the white-haired woman said, her calm tone carrying just the faintest hint of bitterness that only someone who had grown up around servants herself would be able to parse out. “Believe me, many have tried. She will get up when she’s ready.”

Amelia caught a twitch in the butler’s eye as she said that, and recognized the hard work the woman no-doubt had gone through in the past.

“You have my sympathies,” she said, restraining herself. She shook her head. “In that case, if she won’t wake up, I’ll be taking my leave.”

She’d done the responsible thing as an adult. The less time she spent around Vivian Carrington, the better, in her opinion.

“As you wish,” Octavia nodded, lowering her head in a respectful bow.

Frustrated and a little hungry, Amelia left her room to go get some food. And she just happened to run into Gina and Sylvia passing through the common area as she did so.

“Oh!” Sylvia’s expression brightened and her lips twisted up into a smile. “Amelia! Good morning! It’s so good to see you!”

Gina was less enthused. Her complexion turned pale and her eyes widened slightly, which looked unusual combined with her fierce makeup, particularly the shadow around her eyes. She might have been all grown up, but to Amelia, she still looked like that clumsy girl who had clung to her stepson and followed him everywhere he went.

“Good morning to both of you,” she said, granting them a polite smile of her own. “Are you two off to breakfast as well?”

“Err…” Gina glanced at the elevator briefly before turning back to Amelia and forcing a smile to her lips. It looked off, sitting there on her face. “Not exactly…”

“I was!” Sylvia cut in. “But Gina wanted to go pay Daddy a visit first!”

Both Gina and Amelia bristled, but for different reasons.

“I- well, it’s not what you think!” Gina hastily clarified. The last thing she wanted was Amelia thinking she was sneaking off to Nick’s room for a quickie, even if that was exactly what was going on.

And as for Amelia…

“…Yes, I see… yes…” She muttered, adjusting her glasses. Sylvia saw the faint sign of a blush on the older blonde’s cheeks.

“…Sorry, right, I forgot,” Sylvia said, giving Amelia an awkward and apologetic smile. “Look, the whole ‘Daddy’ thing… it’s complicated. Basically, I have to call Daddy ‘Daddy’ because of a transformation… it’s not like I want to or anything.”

Gina rolled her eyes. That was a lie. Sylvia was trying to look good in front of Amelia the same way Gina had been trying to.

“…Yes, Nicholas told me about that,” Amelia huffed, wiping off her glasses and putting them back on. “I understand the nature of your relationship to a degree… and I can accept that. However…”

“I get it, you don’t want us doing that stuff in front of you, yeah,” Sylvia admitted, giving her a sheepish smile. She scratched her head and sighed. “But look… it’s really not like that. Daddy and I, we don’t have a sexual relationship at all. So don’t worry!”

If even Gina could pick up on the sadness in Sylvia’s tone, then Amelia definitely could. And her body language suggested she did. She looked almost matronly as she stared sympathetically at Sylvia, and then she shook her head.

“It’s fine,” she said quietly. “That isn’t something you need to concern yourself with. Your relationship with my stepson… that is your own business.”

She straightened up and adjusted her posture to look more professional. “I would simply prefer that it not be brought to my attention. Whatever you do, please confine it to behind closed doors, and understand that I do not need to know about it.”

Amelia turned her gaze to Gina next. “That goes for you as well.”

“Me?!” Gina sputtered, her eyes widening. “What… but I didn’t even do anything, come on!”

“Did you not just admit your intention to sneak into Nicholas’s room?” Amelia questioned, cocking her hip to the side. “I can only assume you had some tawdry purpose for such an action.”

Gina’s jaw dropped, and her mouth flopped open and closed as she tried to think of some way to defend herself.

No such luck.

“That… that is… well, so what!?” She sputtered in resignation. Sylvia rolled her eyes and sighed. What a convincing argument.

Amelia shook her head and rubbed her temples. “Gina… I understand, alright?”

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the other woman, pulling her into a hug that left Gina completely flustered and confused.

“Hey, wait, whoa, what is this?!” Gina sounded slightly irate, but Sylvia noted that she didn’t do anything to actually break the hug; her hands waved around Amelia’s waist out of confusion but she didn’t push the other woman off.

“It’s a hug,” Amelia said, as if that was obvious. She sounded a little embarrassed. “I thought that I came across as too harsh on you… and I didn’t want that. Physical affection is the best way to show you that I care for you and my words are coming from a place of love.”

It felt so strange to have to explain herself so thoroughly. But Amelia hated when people got the wrong impression of her, even when she was trying to be supportive or kind.

Sylvia watched Gina’s flailing with an amused expression.

“Um… okay, well, you can stop now,” Gina said once she got her bearings back, and pushed against Amelia to try to get her off. “It’s fine. I’m not that needy.”

Amelia dropped her arms and stepped back, breaking the hug at Gina’s request.

The punk girl didn’t expect to feel that disappointed about it, but she did.

The teacher cleared her throat. “Now… I don’t know what purpose you’re seeking out Nicholas for this early in the morning, nor do I wish to know. But I am going to breakfast.”

“I’ll join you!” Sylvia volunteered, casting an amused smirk over at Gina. “We can talk about Daddy as much as we want!”

Amelia’s eye twitched again. “…Perhaps,” she relented, pushing her glasses slightly up her nose.

Gina bit her lip. “Um… can I come, too?” She asked, feeling her stomach growl in frustration. It might be a little longer before she got her fix after all.

Though not if Sylvia had anything to say about it.

“Are you sure?” She asked with wide eyes. “Don’t you need to go see Daddy?”

Gina’s cheeks turned red. “Well… well I can’t go NOW, can I?!” She stammered, her eyes spinning in her head and finally landing on Amelia.

How was Gina supposed to go up and give Nick a blowjob when his stepmother who had known her since she was a preteen knew exactly what she was doing?! There was nothing hot or sexy about that! Sylvia might as well be asking her to fuck him in front of her own mother!

And while those family dynamics might work for the twisted ex-host, even Gina had more class than that.

Sylvia shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she replied. “So Amelia, about Daddy…”

Gina trailed behind the two blondes as they headed for the elevator, and her stomach rumbled impatiently.

She would have to take care of this issue at some point, she knew that much. She could recognize the telltale signs of need.

“I see… so you were created by Dakota, is that right?” Amelia stroked her chin thoughtfully. “And this entire show was orchestrated by these producers… then, when Dakota got eliminated from the show, she took over, and **** you into the status of Auditionee.”

Nick had told her all of this on her “date” with him, but Sylvia provided her with a lot more detail. Even still, it was clear that this topic was a sensitive issue for the both of them.

“…Yeah, that about covers it,” Sylvia said. She was trying to smile, but there was pain in her blue eyes that she couldn’t hide no matter how hard she tried. “I was almost gone for good… but Daddy… and Mary… because of them, I was able to get a second chance.”

“And you’re going to behave this time?” Amelia raised her eyebrow. She remembered snippets of the blonde’s bad behavior back when she was the host of the show, as brief as their interaction had been. It was hard to associate the two, however; the curvaceous woman from Amelia’s memory seemed rather different from the slender, nubile teenager in front of her.

A transformation that would make you younger… while Amelia appreciated her current age and wasn’t the sort of vain woman who desired the days of her youth once more, she could certainly understand the appeal of a transformation like that.

“Absolutely!” Sylvia nodded her head rapidly. “I swear! I’m gonna be good now! I’m gonna be a good girl!”

Gina tensed when she heard those words, bracing for an orgasm that never came. Sylvia turned to her with a strange expression on her face.

“Gina? Everything okay?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Yeah, just… sorry, I was expecting… oh, right. That only works with Nick…”

“Hmm?” Sylvia blinked, and then realized what Gina was talking about. “Oh! You mean your Trigger Word transformation, yeah, that won’t work with us. Only when Daddy calls you his ‘good girl’, that’s all.”

Gina gave her a bitter smile. While that certainly sounded appealing, it also sounded really embarrassing. She wondered if they could work out a better trigger word.

“If you want Daddy to change it, you better start workshopping ideas,” Sylvia said, laughing awkwardly. “We’re still stuck with my pet name being to call him ‘Daddy’ after all.”

Of course, Sylvia didn’t really mind that. It was only Nick who had a problem with her calling him that, and she was confident that she could probably wear him down.

Sylvia cleared her throat and turned back to Amelia. “Anyway, I’m working very hard to be a good girl, just like Mary!” She said, giving the older woman a toothy smile. “You don’t have anything to worry about!”

“Mary…” Amelia mused, thinking about the sweet and generous redhead who’d worked with the other girls to bake her that delicious cake last night. “She’s the one whose wedding I attended, is that right? The girl who had sex with my Nicholas in church, in front of a crowd of strangers?”

Gina burst out laughing and Sylvia’s cheeks flushed.

“Well… yes. But that was, um…” She glanced away, her face burning with shame as she remembered just how much of that had been orchestrated by her.

“…I’m not so certain that someone with such lax moral standards on chastity is the best role model for a young woman like yourself,” Amelia stated coldly, even as she knew that Sylvia hadn’t exactly had many better role models to look up to.

Sylvia and Gina glanced at each other, sharing a tense expression as they both considered the forceful and absolute point of view of the other woman.

Those notions about morals and chastity were going to be in for a rude awakening on this show, they both knew that much.