The contest

“I am Greg's queen. He is my king. Making Greg happy is the only thing that matters. I want his cock more than anything in the world, but my desires don't matter, only his. He should fuck every woman he wants. He should get everything he wants. It is Greg's right to take anything or anyone. Serving him gets me hot. Showing other women their place below us gets me hot. I'm glad Greg caught me with the app. He should capture everyone he wants with it. Greg is always right. I am his slut. I am his whore. I was put on Earth to be used by him. His cock is incredible. I need to be fucked by him. I love making him happy. Greg is my king and being his queen means I am first among his slaves. I want him to fuck me all the time. I would do anything for Greg.”

I watch Sabra recite her manta along with the recording as she does her daily hour of edging. I never asked her to say the words out loud, but she likes it, and I really like watching her play with her pussy. It's been almost a week, and I've refined her mantra since I told her about the app. She's lying naked in our bed right now, one hand working her clit, one hand teasing a pink nipple. If I recorded this I could make a million dollars.

I might do that later. Or more. Sabra has an Onlyfans account with a ton of subscribers. I love the idea of fucking her in front of them, making a million guys jack off to me fucking the girl of their dreams. If one of the jocks from my high school saw that, I'd be a legend.

However, if I watch this gorgeous girl **** herself for too long, I'll either have to interrupt her for a hasty fuck or masturbate, and either would be a waste. I don't bother putting on any clothes since it's Saturday and I have no classes. I just head into the living room.

Jezebel and Savannah are doing some morning cleaning outside the bedroom in the uniforms that Sabra picked out for them.

Personally, I like the more traditional French maid uniforms, but since Sabra was the one who felt they should be demoted from girlfriends to personal maids, I let her pick out the uniforms.

“Good morning, my lord!”

“Good morning, Daddy!”

“Good morning, girls.” I walk past them to the couch. I can tell they're disappointed that I don't ask to fuck them. I got a tit job from Sabra as soon as I woke up, so I'm good right now. Actually, I haven't fucked either of them in awhile. I need to make a mental note to fuck someone other than Sabra from time to time, just for variety.

I check the app. It still works, all the information about my perks and the profiles of my matches are still there, but the section for looking at new profiles has been disabled. Oh well, it's May 1st, and the boss told us the app would stop working now. I don't know what's going to happen next, but there's nothing I can do right now.

I play a new driving game for awhile. Eventually Sabra comes out of the bedroom, her skin glowing from ending her masturbation session with a powerful orgasm. She sits next to me on the couch and lays her head on my shoulder.

Jez runs up to the couch with something in her hand. “My lord! This letter just came for you!”

“A letter? Like, an actual fucking letter? How did it get here?”

“I saw it slide under the door, but when I opened the door, nobody was there.”

I take the thick, white card from her, and everything makes sense once I read it.

Master Greg Jones,
You are cordially invited to a special event tonight at the UDA Club.
We have determined that you have one of the top captures of all UDA users. As such, you are required to bring her, but she will not be required to act as a servant tonight.
The affair is black tie for both you and your guest. Please dress appropriately.

The rest of the card is fine print with the time and address. As I hold it, I notice that it is very warm to the touch. It's like the red ink that it is printed with is actually putting off heat.

I look up. “Well girls, it looks like I'm going to need a tux!”

The moment I step into the club, it's like time slows down to let me take everything in.

The gigantic bouncer looks just as scary as before in her black suit that's almost bursting with muscles. However, she nods to me with a bit more respect than on my previous visits.

The crowd has at least a hundred people in it, and somehow the room is bigger to accommodate them. It's the same building, I walked in the same door, and the walls, furniture, and the bar on the side all look the same, but the room is bigger. It's filled with guys in tuxes, but only a very few of them have women on their arms. There are girls serving everyone like always, but even though the serving girls are always hot, these seem to be even hotter than usual. The serving staff are all better than 9s and the few girls in fancy evening gowns who are with their owners are all at least 9.5s. It's clear that as big as this crowd is, only the guys with the best women were invited, even just as spectators.

The last person I notice in this long nanosecond is Elijah. I'd expected him to wear something like a tuxedo t-shirt and leather pants, but no, he's wearing a tux. I guess nobody wants to risk upsetting the boss. On his arm is his best girl, that insanely hot blonde that was tending bar the first night I came here. God, she looks good in that black dress. Hair, lips, curves, legs, everything about her is so hot. Elijah looks at me and smiles confidently. Then he looks at his girl, who is the hottest girl in the room.

Until Sabra walks in behind me wearing a sexy red dress.

I love the way Elijah's face falls when he sees her.

He comes up to us and says, “Wow, so this is why you haven't been to the club all week!”

“Yeah, absolutely! I've been staying home a lot lately. There's a lot to stay home for.”

“Plus,” says Elijah, “If you came to the club, you'd have had to bring your hottest girl. You wanted to save that surprise for tonight, didn't you?”

I laugh, but before I can confirm that, the lights blink. “Looks like it's time. Good luck in the contest!”

“You too,” says Elijah.

The bouncers go into the crowd and start waving the men who have their women with them towards the front of the crowd. When we're in front of the stage, the boss comes out. I haven't seen him since my initiation into the club and I've sometimes wondered if his insane size was just my imagination exaggerating things. No, definitely not. If anything, he's bigger.

“Welcome!” says the boss in that voice that sounds like coal miners being strangled. “It's been an interesting three months and I've enjoyed watching you gentlemen fuck your way through the hottest women for miles around! Your depravity and greed has given me a new hope for the next generation of sick fucks!”

We all clap and cheer.

“You gentlemen are the ones who went beyond getting a girl or two to satisfy your desires. You're the ones who put in the effort to really push the Ultimate Dating App and see what it can do. Tonight, we'll find out the results of all that work. Let's start with Jamaal Travers. Bring your girl up here, Jamaal!”

A short black guy, honestly, he might be shorter than Binita, climbs the stairs onto the stage with a a black girl in a white dress. She's insanely hot. She's like a foot taller than him, with terrific cleavage that her dress does a great job of highlighting. Her natural curly hair flows down her back like a waterfall. If this girl had smiled at me at the beginning of the semester, I would have dropped to my knees and begged her to step on me.

The boss waves his weird ray gun at her, then looks at the screen. “9.6! Good job, Jamaal!”

The boss calls the guys and their girls up one couple at a time. The scores mostly go up girl by girl, as if the boss has a rough idea of the rankings already, but the girls are not perfectly in order. Sometimes one is a little lower than the one before her. Is how well they are trained the reason some girls are higher or lower than expected? Who knows.

Eventually it's just me and Elijah. The boss calls him up, waves the device in front of his girl and says, “9.94! That will be tough to beat!”

But Elijah just looks down from the stage at Sabra. He shakes his head at me with a knowing smile.

“A perfect 10!” yells the boss after he uses his device on Sabra. “Gentlemen! I present our winner, Greg Jones!”

The crowd cheers and claps, but they're not looking at me. They're looking at Sabra. Fair enough, I would too.

I pull out my phone and look at the app. The profile reviewing function is back, and there are new options now. I type the name of a movie star into the search function, and there she is. I swipe right immediately. I hit the camera button and point the phone at the women in the crowd. An outline appears on each of them, along with text telling me that they've been saved and I can swipe on them now or later.

I stop when I turn the phone towards Elijah's girl. I look up and see him smiling up at me from the crowd. He's still clapping with the crowd. He looks at his girl, looks at me, and then shrugs as if to say, “Yeah, you won. Do what you're going to do.”