Rude Awakenings

Josie

Oh, God. Not again. No, no, no, no. We just patched things up. Please no.

Josie, shivering, feels the giant damp spot on the bed, smelling of her drooling cunt. She feels so gross. And so cold. Is that my breath?

Josie: +4 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Hairgasm] x2 Bonus [first time master participant])

Josie: +2 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Hairgasm])

Josie: +4 VP (Master Brought her to Orgasm [Tummy Rubs] x2 Bonus [first time master participant])

How did this even happen?? These rooms just get so cold that we start rubbing into each other? She looks at the still sleeping man; his hair is longer than this evening. He can smell his cum on the bed too. Need to get out of here. Don’t want to explain what happened.

With that, she sneaks out of bed, grabs her bag, and creeps out the unlocked door.

Josie: -2 VP (Left Date Early)

Indigo

Indigo wakes up feeling very disoriented. She seems to be staring down on at a bowl filled with sand on her bed. It hurts a little to breathe.

Wait. There’s something written in there...

“Clean up after yourself, you slob. I’m not your fucking Mom.”

Tina

Like yesterday, Tina wakes up to a face full of tits. Unlike yesterday, those tits are bare. She lightly teases a nipple.

A girl can get used to this.

Suddenly, a large pile of clothes materializes directly 1 foot above the couple and falls in a heap.

“Ack!”

“5 more minutes...” Scarlet moans, apparently unfazed by a pair of Tina’s panties falling on the redhead’s face.

Francis

Francis wakes up with several strange sensations. Red hair covering his eyes. Hair in his mouth, the color of which is hard to tell. The feeling of something like wet fine-grain sandpaper on his crotch. Soaked boxer briefs at his knees. Wet, clammy pressure on his legs.

“Josie, what’s going on?”

That strange Greek voice from yesterday speaks from around his legs, “Girl left early.”

“Oh.”

Josie: -2 VP (Disappointed Master)

The sandpaper feeling begins again. It takes a moment for Francis, in his semi-awake haze, to figure out what’s going on. Once he does, he sits up, trying to get away from this unknown assailant. The crotch-licking assaulter has a very strong grip and is pulled further onto the bed as Francis finds himself sitting up with his back on the clam shell headboard.

Above his crotch is a mess of almost frizzy looking sopping wet hair, strands of orange, black, white. A muscular looking back leads into a scaled fish like torso, terminating into a large caudal fin. The scale pattern reminds Francis of a lion fish. Equally muscular arms, featuring fin-like protrusions along the lateral aspects, grip his ass cheeks like a vise. The mass of hair moves to uncover a pretty face, at least until the mouth opens to reveal several rows of shark-like teeth.

The creature speaks, “Stop moving. This dried semen is mine.”

Gross.

A few agonizing moments later, the creature stops and pushes herself up to sit by Francis. Speaking again, “Ask your questions, human. I got work to do.”

“Who are you? What are you?”

“A mermaid, duh. Isn’t it obvious? Name’s Ariel. And, before you start comparing me to that Disney movie shit, we are so fucking, how do you say, ‘ripped’ so we can jump out of the water, grab a human, pull him overboard, and chew those sweet, delicious balls right off of him before the man can say ‘Look out’.”

Francis instinctively grabs his crotch.

“Ugh. Don’t worry about it. Contract keeps us from eating those. You’re fine, at least until the show is over.”

Not particularly comforted by her words, Francis gingerly places his hands to his sides. “Contract?”

“Yeah. My sisters and I were contracted to serve as the hotel staff for this particular set. A different host commissioned it for a very different season. Oh, it would have been glorious. A lady Master with a dozen male contestants, all of which would slowly be..., sorry, I’m not allowed to finish that thought. Rules of this shitshow of a season. Anyways, when that lazy-ass cheapskate bitch Beckie Petersen got the green light for this, she took over the set. Did you know she only did like 5 fucking minutes of work yesterday? Of course you didn’t, ‘cause she still hasn’t bothered to introduce herself properly to you. Honestly, you’re probably better off for it. The bitch even had the gall to say that we’ve already been paid for a season.”

“So, you all are trapped here too. Dumb question, but what do you need money for?”

The mermaid laughs, “No, dummy, we were paid in cadavers and human testicles. Thousands of mouth-watering testicles. All long gone.”

“Oh.”

“Again, contract says we can only eat testicles off of eliminated contestants. While not as good, semen can serve as a decent substitute, especially when it’s fresh. I didn’t exactly pass mermaid anatomy, but there’s stuff in human cum that helps stimulate our egg production. My egg sacs are gonna get soooo huge if we can come to an arrangement.” The mermaid gropes at her bare, basically flat chest; weirdly, Francis is actually more interested in the webbing between her fingers at the moment (he does fancy himself a bit of a comparative anatomy connoisseur).

“Arrangement?”

“We both have a common enemy in that bitch. We both have stuff the other wants. Surely, we can agree to help each other out?”

“Ok, I see what you would be getting, but what about me?”

“Willing to negotiate? Good. So, you should want 2 things: information and, of course, support if you actually, heh, grow the balls to try and knock the bitch out of the game. My sisters and I will serve as eyes, ears, mouths for you; we’ll spy on your girls, help exchange messages, things like that. We’ll also help you break the rules of the game as much as we think you could get away with. If you decide to go for the bitch’s throat, we’ll provide whatever help you need; in fact, we would relish the chance to drown the bitch in the depths of the ocean. In exchange, you cum on the floor a couple of times a day. Deal?”

I’m so going to regret this, Francis thinks as he extends his hand, “Deal.”

The two shake hands. Francis then asks, “Since we have this arrangement, can I get some information now? Can you tell me what happened last night?”

“I could, but I’m not allowed to. Again, the fucking rules this season. I know what you’re going to ask next. You’ve been given a slightly redacted set of rules over there. The 2 big bullets you’re missing: the bitch’s grand theory that serves as the theme of the season and the fact that your girls have to tell you about any transformations you are not physically there to see.”

Francis picks up the thought, “And, since whatever happened last night was due to one or more transformations, I have to wait until one of them tells me. May you send them a message?”

“I dunno. Can you cum in my mouth?”

He shifts over to a side of the bed, tossing his soaked underwear to the side. Ariel scoots off the bed and positions herself between his legs. She sticks out her tongue as he starts to stoke himself.

Not how I expected to start my day...