The Cheating Ex Missy

Waking up late as usual, it was already two in the afternoon by the time Missy woke up. She started her “morning” routine by applying her makeup to look amazing, changing into one of the dresses. Afterwards, breakfast or lunch, not that she cared what anyone called it. Determined to find great places for pics, she walked around her neighbourhood. Afterwards, she returned to her small home gym, and she set up the cameras for pics and to roll video. The doorbell rang as she was changing. Will was there, asking her to come out on a date. Too busy for the hassle, she waved it off and asked for a raincheck. This wasn’t important to her. If she didn’t upload, she wouldn’t make her earning goals, and she would suffer. The tiny pain of no date was worth it to her. She hadn't considered whether it was worth it to her boyfriend.

She did lifts and squats with extra padding in important places for the camera. She was happy after four takes. The weights were real but lower than the number on the side would indicate. She edited the footage together and stitched it together to make it compelling. She also made an e-thot edit for a different profile of hers, which William doesn’t know about. Simps were still her best money source with their direct donations and gifts from Throne. Will was willing to pay, but he couldn't afford to maintain his girlfriend's wants. He made for great arm candy, though. Some of her photos with him in them performed better than her solo pics. On average, pics with him in them were better than her sundress pics but worse than the extremely suggestive stuff.

Will didn’t like those pics. “It makes you look like a whore.” He noted on the occasions he had seen them judging her. Not that he was wrong, those pics were only one or two steps away from being an OF pic. She hadn’t made the account yet. She considered it, though. He would never allow her to, even if she thought it would work out. If the influencer was going to, she needed to do it in secret.

After working out the tags and other SEO optimisations, she decided to publish them to their respective profiles for their respective audiences. This took her until late in the evening, but she found no impact on timed uploads for her audience, so that didn’t matter. She never looked into how her audience was distributed; she thought it wasn't relevant.

Missy was tired from her hours of work, decided to remove her makeup and took a shower before doing her nighttime routine and falling asleep.

A few years earlier, the now master was driving over to his girlfriend's house. Chris doesn't knock or ring the bell, knowing Missy wouldn't want him to disturb her filming. He heard her grunting, moaning. With apprehension, he opened the door to the bedroom a crack. Within her bedroom, he saw Missy having sex with William. The about to dump his girlfriend guy took a picture of the show and sent it to her with a short message.

Defeated, Chris walked away from the place where it happened. Disturbed, he sat in his car. It wasn't safe to drive like this. What could he do? After what felt like ages, a response appeared.

He remained there for hours and didn't have the energy to respond, to throw a fit, to express his rage and sadness. It was all too much for him. Meanwhile, Missy went about her business as usual, like any other day.

Missy was now standing in front of the gate to the campgrounds, in her most form-fitting gym clothes, with Alex and her clipboard ready and waiting. “Are you Melissa Thomas?” She asked, looking down at her clipboard.

“Yes, that is me, but most people call me Missy of Muscle.” The new arrival confirmed.

“Insta-thot handle?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I am not on that vulgar app; it is on par with OF but has worse monetisation.” Missy said, insulted that there was even the assumption she was on either of those apps, even if she considered it enough to look at the options.

“What is OF?” Alex shrugged. “Well, it’s not important for now. If you would follow me, Missy.” She took a few steps in the direction of the camp, but Missy didn’t follow. Instead, the cheater walked away from camp and, by proxy, the elf. “Do I need to use force to bring you to the camper orientation meeting, Missy?” Hearing that Alex used an authoritative voice. Missy started to run in a panic. The elf appeared before the woman and easily slung her over her shoulder. “I didn’t want to do it, but I think I will just march you there then.” She walked the familiar route again before dropping her in front of the semi-circle of chairs, but with her back to them.

Most people wouldn’t have recognised her from that angle for sure, but clues had been given. Two angry shouts came from behind her; the shouting was some variation of you cheating bitch. Who was shouting? Well, of course, Chris and William were the source. The master gestured for the other scorned lover to go ahead. “How dare you use me? To go out with me for a year, if what Chris told me is correct, whilst you were dating him for over five years. How dare you? I thought you were selfish at times! Instead of just dumping him like a reasonable person, you fucking had him walk in on us having sex DELIBERATELY... DELIBERATELY! Who do you think you are? Are you cheating on me now!?!? Don’t answer that it doesn’t matter! I don’t want to see you! Much less to be dating you, but you are here. You must be a fellow contestant on this show. Unless I say otherwise, consider us over!”

Minor catharsis: +2 VP (William)

William looked around for a sound, but nobody but him heard it.

“Before we continue this display of anger and vitriol, from Master and your now ex. Can you answer me a few questions?” Syl said, not taking a break for Missy to respond, the elf shoved the mic in Missy’s face and asked the questions as if they were a single word. “Who are you? How old are you? What is your job? Hobbies? Last sexual encounter? Relationship to your Master? Anything fun you want to add?”

“I am Melissa Thomas, aka Missy of Muscle. 30 years old, but I pretend to be older online to look more impressive. I am a professional fitness influencer slash e-thot. I am not depraved enough to do insta-thot or OF, but I allowed myself a spicy account to have simps who give great engagement and help drive my algorithm. Hobbies? Who needs those when running a great business? The last time Will and I had sex was two days ago. I have dated Master for over six years, if not more. Instead of dumping him in his face, I dated Will for the better part of a year before making Master show up at my place. He walked in on me being ploughed by Will as planned. I give zero shits what any of you losers give about my dating decisions.” She blinked, realising she had admitted to one of the worst things she had done. Even worse, she had been openly gleeful about it in the end. William wanted to storm off, but was kept in his chair not for lack of trying. Missy was still talking, but not a single word was audible. Syl prevented her from saying things that might put her at greater disadvantage than she already had. The worst option was losing VP. Having the cheater lose points without knowing what she was doing felt like cheating to the elf. If she was going to let her do it, whilst knowing the rules.

“So why her? Why did you think I wanted her or the guy she cheated with in my harem? Or for that matter, why that matter that I even wanted one?” Chris snapped at Syl, this ridiculous play having reached a boiling point for him. Ignoring the woman who was, by magic, forced to take a seat next to her now ex, completing a set of three on one side. The side that either he disliked, disliked him or both.

“Well, I hoped her being here would lead to closure for you; the same goes for him. There are some fun twists to this show you know nothing about. You only heard the briefest little bit before they showed up. You haven’t even heard the rules yet.” Syl replied with mild sadistic glee. She continued, “William is already on the scoreboard without even trying. You needed romance back in your life, so did all the people here, except the cheater and her now ex. However, when he would tell Ryan what Missy’s online handle is or otherwise would slip up in a way Ryan noticed. Ryan would have informed him what happened, and William would have been hurt like earlier. It just happened sooner. I repeat, it wasn’t if, it was when. He would have had trust issues, and your ex would have her online handles burned by the outrage from William, their mutuals, you and your friends and would be reduced to a forever lonely OF model, as her simps wouldn’t give a shit but need more to make up for the sponsors she would lose. Money might recover, but no one would trust her enough for a relationship.” This felt like an honest reason to Chris. It wasn't the whole reason, just a better reason than a whim. The master was also convinced that the addition of Will and Missy was for drama. Chris and several of the others decided this might be good enough reasons for now. Nothing had been said about his selection as master, but it might also be the keystone keeping everything in place. He speculated to no one but himself.

Seeing the people who were interested in what Syl had to say had calmed down. She decided to move to the next contestant. “I will tell you all the rules after our next and last contestant arrives, okay?” A nod from most followed, the only exception being Missy, who still hadn't noticed she was muted. “Now onto our next and last contestant.”