Eva Pudding

The women back at the hotel had been guided to the hotel theater, the site of much unpleasantness since they had come here, being where they had originally been **** and the site of the disruptive first challenge. It was easily the space that took up the most square footage of the hotel, and yet, because of its associations, the women had unconsciously given it a wide berth since their arrival, with the exception of Mira’s first date.

Reyna had seemingly recovered, skipping along in front of them, and Amy kept glancing over. There was no doubt that the assistant was suspicious, too much pointed towards her having a larger role than she appeared to have. This ran counter to the scene they had just witnessed, where she was the victim of Lucian’s ****. Amy bit the side of her cheek. Something wasn’t adding up.

As they all entered the auditorium, Reyna turned to the group, “So, what exactly did you want to see? Harem Hotel has so much wonderful content, unfortunately, you can’t watch it all in an afternoon. Unless Lucy did some time shenanigans, but something tells me he isn’t in the mood for that.”

Maya sat down first in one of the cushioned seats. “We wanted to see challenges from other seasons, to prep for the game in a few days.”

“You wanted to see that,” Lily sat down next to the lottery winner, “I just wanted to see what other people were dealing with compared to us.”

Stella walked to the row behind the two and leaned over their shoulders, “What, the clip shows that Reyna wakes us up in the middle of the night for us to write letters, don’t satisfy you?”

The assistant pouted, “Hey! Those letters are important, I’ll have you know, for morale and stuff.”

The imp gave the other redhead a flat expression, “Oh yeah? If they’re so important, how come they never write us back?”

“For your information, Miss smarty two shoes sometimes they do write back. I happen to have letters right here from-” Three letters appeared in her hands, and she paused, “Oops, I was supposed to give these out.” She flicked her hand and they vanished before thrusting out her chest, “A-Anyways, just think about how busy you guys are, many contestants don’t have the freedom to write outside of fan mail, they’re otherwise occupied.”

Deflated, Stella fell back onto the edge of the seat behind her, “I guess that makes sense.”

Amy sat on the other side of Lily, and Maddy went behind to sit next to Stella. “How does fanmail work if all these seasons are running at different time frames?” The oni asked.

“It's less complex than you think, but only because you think of time as linear.” The assistant said smugly, “Think of all the seasons as bubbles suspended in water, but each season is actually multiple bubbles all lined up on an axis. The water surrounding it is time, and all those bubbles represent different instances of time.. A season that has just started is also a season that has already ended outside of time dilation. Of course, we inside the bubble don’t experience it that way, but that's how we can get instant audience results as well as fanmail. It's all about bubbles.”

This sparked something in Amy, who stood up sharply, “Wait, so if we could travel outside the season, could we travel back or forward in time from where we left?”

At this, Reyna looked away and shifted her feet, “I mean…physically yes. Realistically, no.”

The oni’s brain was running wild with the implications that time travel was theoretically possible: “What’s stopping someone?”

“The producers.” The way Reyna said the word made it feel much heavier than the standard imagery of men in suits in a business room: “They value the integrity of the show, so anyone who tries something like that is…dealt with.” The assistant met Amy’s gaze. “Inside the bubbles, we’re all tiny guppies and they’re great white sharks. Normally, we’re too small to be worth their attention, but if we make ourselves noticed, we don’t have a chance.”

Amy just nodded and sat back down. Arietta had alluded to the producers before. Whatever they were, they were something beyond the scope of even Lucian. Which is something beyond a literal hell demon was not something the oni wanted to deal with.

Maddy cleared her throat and tentatively spoke up, “Um…I-I think we got a little off track. We want to make sure we have time to watch, right?”

Stella grinned broadly at the blonde next to her and playfully nudged her in the ribs, “Oh? Didn’t think you’d be so eager. Does our resident good girl have a thing for trash TV?”

Blushing furiously, Maddy shook her head, “No, nothing like that, the only reality show I watch is the Great British Bakeoff.” Stella snickered at that, but Maddy pushed forward, “But, it might be nice to see other women dealing with the situation we’re in? Might make us feel less alone and you know…know that we can make it through this, ok.”

Lily smiled over at the chef, “Always thinking positively, aren’t you?”

Cheeks a bright pink, Maddy shook her head, “Maybe it’s less that and more misery loves company?”

The imp next to her smirked, “Misery doesn’t score you all that VP after your date. Who knew our wallflower could slut it up?” Steam was rising from Maddy’s face as Lily turned on Stella.

“Hey! There’s no need for that!” The plant girl’s cheeks were pink. Honestly, she had been stunned by the chef’s sharp rise too, but after everything last week didn’t want to be the one to bring it up.

The imp’s tail swished smugly as she leaned in, “What? I’m not shaming, I’m impressed! Who knew she had it in her? That blondie must have been doing some heavy lifting.”

“Can we just start watching the show? Having sex with Caleb shouldn't be surprising or fascinating at this point. It’s how the show works, remember?” Amy pinched the bridge of her nose.

Maya, next to the oni, frowned and turned around in her seat to look at Maddy, “Do you love him?”

Everyone froze at this; no one outside of Lily expected those words from the gambler's mouth, and the plant woman face-palmed.

Maddy looked like she was ready to die on the spot, “L-love…I mean…I l-like him very much…”

Maya’s expression was flat as she stared at Maddy, “You’re only supposed to have sex with someone you love.” She said simply.

“Ok-Alright!” Both Amy and Stella intervened simultaneously, their voices in unison, “Sex is different for everyone, all that matters is-”

“-You do it safely and comfortably,” ended Amy.

“- You feel as good as possible!” ended the imp.

The pair looked over at each other, and Amy sighed while Stella rolled her eyes. This seemed to stop the direction that Maya had been taking, but she kept staring at Maddy and then opened her mouth. “We’re rivals then.”

Silence followed, and the chef stared Maya in the face, lip trembling slightly, “I’m sorry? I d-don’t understand.”

“If you love Caleb, that makes us rivals.” The gambler said plainly before turning back around in her seat, leaving the chef staring bewildered.

In front of them, Reyna was tapping her foot irritably, “You know, it’s great you’re all getting along, but ignoring the cute assistant in front of you is just rude.” She made an exaggerated pout.

Not bothering to apologize, Amy just asked, “Given how much time is left in the day, how many challenges could we watch?”

Reyna made a show of thinking and weighing with her hands, “I’d say three to four challenges, give or take. Depends on the season.”

Thinking on this, Amy tried to come up with the best use of their time when Lily spoke up. “Reyna, you know what the next challenge is, right?”

“Maaaaybe” Reyna drew out the word, “But you’re not going to get anything out of me! I know better than that.”

“Right, you can’t tell us anything, but you would know the sorts of challenges related to it, right?” Lily leaned in, smiling.

“I suppose so, sure, but I’m not going to just show you the same sort of challenge. Like, where would the fun in that be?” Reyna, for some reason, looked oddly proud of herself as if seeing through an obvious scheme was something to be proud of.

Lily ignored her and continued, “Right, so don’t do that. Maybe, though, you could use the challenges as a puzzle though, eh? Try and outsmart us by showing us without showing us?”

“Psssh” Reyna blew a raspberry, “If I did that, there's no way you would even be able to figure it out.”

“Then there’s no harm in it, is there?” The plant girl made her face look as innocent as possible.

The redheaded assistant stared before busting out cackling, “Ok! Sure! You all relax!” She snapped her fingers, and their hands were filled with candy, popcorn, and large buckets of soda. “I’ll go get the tapes!”

Amy leaned in toward Lily, “What was that?”

“Reyna reminds me of a certain type of fan I see on stream a lot. They delight in not revealing spoilers but LOVE being able to hint at things without giving it away. The type that does handcover emojis whenever you accidentally say a theory that may be true. They can’t help themselves.” As she finished speaking, the lights began to dim, and the cranking of a projector coming to life was heard.

A sweeping camera shot of a mountain came into focus before cutting to individual camera shots of contestants that the group recognized from one of the clip shows Reyna had shown them. A voice began to narrate, “After a long week of familial drama.” It cut to a shot of a woman being led around by another on a leash accompanied by the sound of a rattle snake, “And plenty of the regular kind-”a shot of two women playing darts in a bar the soun emphasizing the sound of the grunts as the darts were thrown, “The Harem has finally arrived at the first challenge- but do these women have what it takes to take on the divine?” The camera did a sweeping shot up the red dress of the volumptuous figure of the host before settling on her face and fading to black and being replaced with glittering text: Harem Hotel: Domestic Affairs Edition.

After a vigorous tongue wrestling, the game had reconvened, and Caleb was unsurprised as Eliza began to wipe the everloving shit out of him. It was clear that unless whatever this sabotage did also gave her skills, Eliza had been a bit of a pool shark in her day, as she effortlessly balanced drinking beer and calling shots. She was down to her final two while Caleb still had five balls left on the table.

Not that he particularly minded, part of him was just relieved to see Eliza enjoying herself after her long absence. Though part of that lack of worry might also be the consistent lack of blood reaching his brain. Despite her claims that they weren’t going to do anything, throughout the game, the woman seemed keen on keeping him on edge, playfully touching him, sticking her ass out in front of him, pressing her round, firm breasts against him whenever she passed. He was already bad at the game, but with so little focus, he was amazed he had gotten anything into the hole.

After a particularly humiliating scratch, he decided maybe he could try divying up her attention, “So…did you really break that woman’s nose?”

The blonde snickered as she aimed her shot, “Not how you’re imagining, I reached out to balance myself and accidentally grabbed her jacket, she lost her balance and hit her face against the corner of the table.” With a sharp crack, the cue ball went flying and struck the ball, but missed the target pocket. Eliza cursed, “No, even in my heyday…couldn’t bring myself to punch a bitch who had it coming.”

Caleb moved around the table. “Was that when you were in school?”

Eliza hopped up on a stool and downed the remainder of her beer, “Yeah, mom and dad’s money let me go wherever I wanted without worry, and the little dose of freedom had me trying all sorts of shit for the first time. Kissing girls and boys, drinking, hanging in pool halls, smoking, I thought I was real hot shit. Of course, I knew nothing. I was an upper-class white girl playing dress-up and thinking I had it figured out.”

Caleb managed to get a ball in and found himself drawn in. Eliza had always kept her personal life so close to the chest. He moved to aim his next shot, “Is that where you met your husband?”

Eliza lit a cigarette and inhaled, blowing out a long trail of smoke, “Yeah, Ryan fucking Sterling. Good family and portfolio, and handsome. The type of guy who seemed like he had it all together. Being sheltered can make you miss a lot of douchebag signs as just something guys do. Besides, I was a bad bitch who could handle myself. Course, bad bitches don’t let their parents neg them into getting married after seeing a guy for one year.”

Caleb frowned; he had known Eliza was divorced; she had said the guy had called her boring, but he was beginning to see a fuller image now. “You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He missed his shot.

Throwing off her leather jacket and jumping from the chair, Eliza got right into Caleb’s face, “What? You don’t want to hear how the bastard started ragging on everything I did? How did I not dress hot enough, or cook good enough? Suddenly, the sex was bad because, despite claiming I was the only person he slept with, he had points of comparison? Fuck this.” Eliza grabbed Caleb by the arm and began to lead him to the door.

“Eliza?” Caleb looked around, he couldn't resist, and pull back, but without knowing what the blonde was up to, he was hesitant. And the missing blood thing was making decision-making difficult, “Where are we going?”

The blonde pulled him out into the dark, cramped alleyway outside the bar and pushed him against the wall, kissing him hard, before backing off and leaving the Master breathless, staring at her, “Eliza, what are you doing? I thought-”

“Shut up.” The way she said it was playful but still had an edge to it, making it clear that she had no more interest in talking, “I told you, we’re not fucking, you and me. But you think you’re the only one backed up, huh?” She reached back and pulled off her shirt, revealing that she had no bra on underneath, the alabaster skin of her breasts faintly illuminated by the ambient light as she pulled her arms back to thrust them forward enticingly, her nipples were hard and jutting forward.

Seeing Caleb’s mouth slightly open, she smirked, “Yeah, I know,” She reached up and hefted her breasts up, miming raising her nipple toward her lip, but not being quite able to do so, “I got an amazing rack, don’t I, they don’t sag anymore either, nice and perky..ready to be played with.” She leaned in, “So what are you waiting for touch me.”

Down below, sirens were going off as the workers who had been on alert and standby were suddenly given the all clear. Caleb dived in and ran his hand over her soft and supple flesh as she bit her lip to stifle a moan, “Fuck yeah, Caleb, oooh I’m so bad, doing this with my student…but doesn’t that make it hotter?”

Eliza- Master Touched Her Boobs! +2 VP

Caleb was not in a position to argue with the lady. After over an hour of teasing, his entire body felt focused on the sole idea of being inside the woman in front of him. But just as quickly as she had let him in, she grabbed his hands and pulled him away from her chest, “Not so fast, babe…I can think of something better.” And without another word fell to her knees and began grappling with Caleb's pants.

At the merest hint of freedom, the master’s member broke out of its confines, stiff and throbbing. Eliza cooed, “Oh, Babe, is that all for me?” She ran her cheek along its length before grasping it in her soft hands and kissing the tip.

Eliza- Touched Master’s Penis! +2 VP

“Eliza I-” Caleb felt himself on the tipping point, on the edge as she gently ran her fingernails over his length.

“Oooh, I know, babe, but hold on for me a little more. I want to be covered in your spunk by the end of this.” She raised her breasts in her hands and pressed them around his length, engulfing them in the soft, hot pressure of them squeezed against his throbbing member, causing Caleb to gasp and clutch at the wall behind him, looking for some purchase as his knuckles went white.

Then she began to move, sliding her chest up and down his length. He felt engulfed in the heat of her tumultuous bosom and closed his eyes to try and keep it together when he felt the head of his cock become enveloped, and when he opened his eyes, he looked down to see Eliza working the end of his length with her mouth as her breasts squeezed his length.

“Gwak-I fuck Eliza I…fuck!” it was all he could muster from his mouth, but feeling his approach, Eliza pulled her mouth off and let her face be covered in his hot, wet release.

Eliza- Blowjob! +3 VP

Eliza- Titob! +3 VP

Eliza- Facial! +3 VP FIRST x2 BONUS

Caleb’s chest heaved as he stared down at Eliza, desperately trying to catch his breath as he watched the professor her had always admired, respected, and trusted, gather his cum on her face with her hands and slide it down her mouth, sucking on her own fingers

Eliza- Swallowed! +1 VP

The blonde smirked up at him, “Thanks for the appetizer, shall we get dinner?” She reached down, grabbed her shirt, and walked off, leaving Caleb stunned in the alley before running to catch up.