Summer lovin', had me a blast

Gina’s head spun. That weed must have been laced with something because she felt fucking wild. She rocked back and forth in sea of roaring fans, trying to keep from falling over or hurling her guts out.

Wild Gurlz was blasting out her favorite song, “Your Love Makes Me Stab You”, and she was so out of it she could barely hear the words. It was just noise at this point, she was in totally sensory overload.

Just how she liked it.

In Gina’s book, a night she could barely remember was a good night indeed.

Damn, this is gonna hit me hard in the morning… fucking killer... She’d stopped giving a shit about “consequences” since she’d given her parents the middle finger in tenth grade and ran away from home.

Like they’d even care. Too concerned with their own shit to give a crap about how MY life’s doing. Since she was a child, everything had gone in a really messed up direction.

She took another swig of her drink and let the bitter taste of booze soak her throat dry as she leaned back and bumped into a guy with a rather nice surprise under his belt. She gave him a purr and let the empty bottle slip from her fingers. Now that her hand was free, she reached back to rub against his jeans, getting a good feel of the tool grinding into her ass. Oh, yeah, this would do nicely.

Fuck you mom and dad, baby girl’s gonna have some fun tonight!

“Hah… damn… you want it, huh…” The dude’s breath stank of cheap liquor and onions but damn did he have some eager hands. He was squeezing her breasts like he was trying to pop them, and the pain was really starting to rev up her engine.

“Oh yeah… hanh, yeah, I want it baby, come on,” she urged, rubbing him harder through his pants. She was damn near ready to say screw it and jump him right here in the middle of the crowd. But he had a bit more self-control than Gina did at the moment and grabbed her by the waist, practically dragging her away from the screaming fans and towards the trees near the edge of the field.

Fucking shit, this is it, huh? Gina's thoughts were blurry. Her body wasn’t listening to her anymore. The concoction of **** and **** pumping through her veins had fucked her up six ways from Sunday. The only reason she was still holding her purse was because she couldn’t straighten out her thoughts enough to let go. But suffice to say, fighting back was out of the question.

He could do anything he wanted to her, and FUCK did that make her little cunny drool! She knew it shouldn’t, but it did. As he dragged her further away from the crowd she felt her body preparing to fuck, and by the time he threw her down into the grass and climbed on top of her she was ready to go.

“Ah, come on… do it, please, I need it so badly,” she slurred out, leaning back and waiting for him to get moving. As he grumbled and grunted and fumbled with his pants she stared up at the sky, wondering briefly how she’d gotten here.

Oh, yeah, the summer of 2008, that’s where it all went wrong… The dark thoughts came back to her at the weirdest times.

“Ah, fuck, that’s more like it. Now, where were we?”

Gina heard the sound of a zipper coming undone but she was a thousand miles away right now, totally lost in the painful memories she was counting on this sweatbag to fuck out of her skull.

But judging by the clumsiness of his groping she might have been asking for a little too much.

RIIIIIP!

“H-Hey…”

“Fuck, these are so nice, why the fuck do you even keep ‘em covered?”

He’d torn her shirt open to get at her breasts, the prick. That had been one of her favorites, too. But she felt a rush go through her as he pulled down her bra and began licking at her nipple, or more accurately, mauling it like a starving baby. She was going to be waking up to some bruises for sure.

God, fuck yes, he doesn’t care about me at all, he just wants to use me as his fucking sperm toilet! She moaned like a banshee as he humped up against her, trying to align his throbbing cock with her soaking warm hole. Maybe it was his desperation, or maybe it was his first time, or maybe he was just that bad, but he still hadn’t managed to get inside of her yet. She was starting to get frustrated.

“Do it! Come on, fucking do it! Fucking ruin me! Make me pay, teach me a lesson for being such a slut! Dump your fucking spunk inside of me already you fucking piece of-!” Her curse was cut short just as her clumsy partner lined up his cock against her pussy and thrust forward, penetrating nothing but air.

He collapsed into the grass and kept humping desperately, groaning in frustration at the disappearance of his would-be mate.

“-Shit!”

Before Nick’s eyes, a moaning half-naked woman appeared in one of the chairs in front of him. He stared at her in shock. Between her ripped clothes and bruised flesh, it looked like she’d gone toe to toe with a wheat thresher. But it was clear from her sweat-covered skin, flushed complexion, and twisted smile that this woman had just been in the middle of some VERY intense sex.

“Allow me to introduce our first contestant!” Sylvia declared. “This lovely lady is Regina DeAmico! Local roadie slut and party favor, by far the wildest girl we’ve got- so far, of course,” she said, giving the cameras an exaggerated wink for effect.

Nick stared at the pale girl. He tried very hard to focus on just her face, but it was almost impossible. Her body was on full display, and DAMN did she have a lot to show him! Her boobs looked massive on her slender figure, and the fact that someone had pulled her lacy bra down meant he could see everything.

Showed Master Her Boobs! +2 VP

First! x2 Multiplier

The strange words popped into Nick’s head and snapped him out of his stupor, allowing him to finally summon enough composure to glance up at the face of this strange girl. And to his surprise there was something about her that seemed familiar. She had heavy amounts of eyeshadow (partially smeared) and feathery black hair like a lion’s mane dancing around her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep chocolaty brown and a little out of focus, like she was having trouble concentrating or under the influence of something. Given her state of dress, that was a safe bet.

She looks so familiar… and that name… Regina…

“Wheeeeeew,” Sylvia whistled, cutting off his thoughts. “Looks like we started off with a feisty one, didn’t we? Our lovely Regina here, or Gina, as she prefers to be called, is a deep cut from way back, isn’t she Nick?”

Nick’s eyes widened.

“Gina?!” He gasped, finally realizing where he’d seen her before. The minute he did, the erection tenting his pants immediately deflated and he sunk back into his seat. No, no… it can't be her, there's no way! How could she be here?

“What’s going on?!” He bellowed at Sylvia. She gave him a smirk and a wink in return.

“Whatever do you mean, master?” She cooed. “I told you, didn’t I? We’re building you a harem!”

She turned away from him and addressed the invisible audience, no doubt watching from places Nick couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

“This young lady here was, in a manner of speaking, our master’s first crush. They met each other in summer camp when they were 10 years old, and shared their first kiss together a few summers after that! Of course, our master here was so young he didn’t even realize he had a crush on her- no, it would take a while before he figured that one out, and by then, well…”

She shrugged emphatically.

Nick shook his head. It’s her. It’s really her…

“How could you do this?” He hissed. “It’s one thing to abduct women to this place, but to kidnap Gina?! After everything she's been through? Why would you do something so sick?”

“I think you know exactly why she’s here,” Sylvia said coldly, and Nick flinched at the accusing glare in her eye. Then she smirked. “Besides, do you see her complaining? The audience watching at home certainly got an eyeful of what she was up to before now, and frankly? I’d say being on an island paradise is like heaven compared to unsatisfying sex in the field at an outdoor concert.

Nick blushed. Gina had certainly changed a lot in the 15 years since he’d known her. But even still…

Sylvia sighed. “Well, before we can really make any introductions, I suppose we should probably do something about all that garbage fucking you up.” The show wasn’t nearly as fun if the girls started out as drooling, braindead morons.

She tapped her cane against the stage, and the stone embedded in it churned. In a flash all the inebriants in Gina’s system were flushed away, and she became more sober than she’d been in years.

“Huh… uh, what?” Gina blinked like she was coming out of a long dream. She looked around at her surroundings, more shocked and confused than horrified.

“Holy shit… that grass musta been laced with something REAL strong if I’m seeing shit like this,” she muttered. Then her eyes landed on Nick and she froze. She stared at him like she was looking at a ghost.

Nick averted his eyes out of guilt and waved at her. Her pale skin turned even whiter.

“Nick… Nick Reynolds, is that you?” She whispered, so soft it could barely be heard over the waves. Nick was shocked she recognized him after all these years.

“Y-Yeah, it’s me,” he mumbled.

“Are we…” She gulped. “Are we in hell?”

Nick winced. Of course she’d think that after what they'd done. But no, this wasn’t hell. It was something far worse. He shook his head. Then he opened his mouth to try to say something comforting, but he didn’t get the chance.

“In spite of what you’ve been lead to believe by certain previous hosts, Harem Hotel is NOT associated with hell in any legal sense,” Sylvia asserted. “The producers would also like to mention that our prior collaboration with certain demonic entities was purely for economic reasons, and the actions of hell and its denizens are NOT reflective of the morals of Harem Hotel or its employees! We strive to bring happiness to our guests, not misery and suffering.”

She offered the fakest smile Nick had ever seen. Gina stared at her, trying to assemble the blonde’s words into something resembling a coherent thought.

Not that thinking coherently was the punk girl’s strong suit.

Sylvia cleared her throat. “Allow me to explain my girl. You, Gina, have been chosen to be a contestant on the popular show 'Harem Hotel: Island Holiday Season’!” More applause echoed across the beach.

“H-Harem? Wuzzat mean?” Gina asked.

“It means you and several lucky women will be competing for a spot in Nick’s harem, my girl!”

“Okay, but like… what’s a harem?”

Sylvia’s eye twitched. “It’s… well, you know! It’s when a man and a whole bunch of women love each other very much… or, well, I guess we don’t really need the love part… okay, so, when a man really wants to bang multiple women and the women don’t want to be transformed into ugly sows, then they work super-duper hard to please their master!”

Gina decided to pretend that made sense.

“So you’re saying… me and a bunch of other girls are gonna be competing over who gets to have sex with him?”

“Basically yes.”

Gina didn’t sound thrilled, but she wasn’t completely revolted by the idea of the two of them having sex, either, so Nick decided to count that as a win. Or at least, he would’ve, if not for how morally outraged by this harem he was, of course.

“Uh… can I ask a question?” Gina didn’t usually appeal to authority, but for once she raised her hand. Assuming that this wasn’t some crazy acid trip from laced gank, getting on the wrong side of the cane-wielding blonde who’d teleported her here REALLY didn’t seem like a good idea.

“Of course!” Sylvia chirped. “This is the introductory part of the show, where we answer any questions that you, the contestants, might have!”

“Okay, then… why me?” Gina asked, confused. “I mean, it’s not like Nick and I are exactly close. We just shared our first kiss together. I haven’t thought about him in years.”

Sylvia narrowed her eyes. “Liar. You think about him every day, don’t you?”

Gina went even whiter, if that was possible. She shivered and sunk into her chair. The blonde crouched down on the stage, staring down at Gina with cold blue eyes.

“Don’t think you can fool me, my girl,” she hissed. “I know all about your little indiscretion. Your… ‘incident’ at camp? Nick here told me everything.”

Gina whipped her head around and Nick met her gaze, wilting at the look of betrayal in her eyes.

“How could you?” She whispered, shaking her head. “We promised.”

“It… it was…”

“Oh, it wasn’t quite his fault, he told me it in confidence,” Sylvia clarified. “Since he thought I was his therapist, he assumed I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone else. But-”

“No, please!” Gina wailed, running up to the stage and clenching it in her hands. She looked up desperately at Sylvia. “I’ll do anything, please don’t tell anybody else!”

Sylvia blinked, making a perplexed expression like she was thinking it over.

“…Well… alright. But I want something in return. I want you to play the game, and play to win. Do you know how to do that my girl? Try hard at something and actually care?”

“Yes! I swear, totally, whatever you want!” Gina cried.

Sylvia smirked. “Then I promise, for as long as you two are both in this show, I will not tell another living soul about your days in summer camp, do we have a deal?”

She extended her hand down to Gina.

“Wait,” Nick cried, smelling a rat. The only reason Sylvia would be bringing up their past in the first place was in order to compel Gina's behavior. But his words fell on deaf ears; Gina had already taken Sylvia’s hand.

“Excellent,” Sylvia purred, her cane flashing as she let go of Gina’s hand. The feathery-haired girl staggered back to her seat and collapsed, as if Sylvia had drained the life out of her.

She turned to Nick and smiled. “She was the first one. Your first kiss, and the first girl in your harem. That’s how this little game works, my boy. All the contestants- or at least, the first eight, are all girls that have been entangled with you romantically, for one reason or another.”

Nick’s heart stopped in his throat. “Wait, then… that means…”

“Let’s see who’s next on the list of girls who broke Nick’s heart!” Sylvia called, holding up the hook of her cane.