The Host

Ann looked over all her documents and smiled as everything seemed to be in place. She was going to make this show the most surprising one yet. One filled with twists and turns at every corner to make sure that the audience and her bosses are very happy. She needed it to go well, if not...

Her phone rang, and she immediately answered, “Hello, this is Ann. What can I do for you?”

“Hello Ann, we’re calling to inform you that you’re behind on your last payment to Westward Hospital.”

Ann worriedly responded, “I sent the payment last week through inter-dimensional mail. Did you not receive it?”

“We have not. However, payments made inter-dimensionally can sometimes fluctuate based on the balance of space and time at the given moment.”

“They didn’t stop her treatment, did they?”

“Thankfully, your timely payments have allowed them to continue despite the concern that you will not pay. In the future, you must notify the hospital immediately if you’re switching to paying through interdimensional mail. For now, I’ll put a note on the account for the delayed payment and change your payment method, so they’ll be more accepting of possible delayed payments.”

Ann frowned, “I see. Thanks.”

“No problem, we live to serve at Westward Hospital.”

Ann hung up the phone and clenched her fists before muttering, “Whatever it takes.”

Ann couldn’t allow herself to wallow in the various what-ifs that were passing through her mind and turned her attention back to the work in front of her. Ann picked up the document with all the information on her master, and she allowed a small, sad smile to cross her face. She found the perfect master to be on his show. He was a sad, lonely man with practically no one to rely on or love. She knows people will love a good romantic story about the woman around him breaking down his walls to form a deep everlasting connection with one another. He was abandoned by his mother at a young age and raised by his father who did his best but was never around when he truly needed him. It certainly didn’t help that he had major problems expressing himself in any meaningful capacity. It made choosing the contestants for the show a little difficult, but she was sure the people she picked were sure to stir up his heart and resonate with the audience in one way or another.

Ann turned to the documents detailing the changes to the island she made. She was happy that she was allowed to do so many things to make the show interesting even if they denied the first couple of ideas she had. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. They gave her such a huge budget that it was practically unheard of in the history of the show. At the very least, there were always strings attached to this amount of money. She did beg for a chance to host the show, so maybe they were that impressed with her story. Ann shook her head in disbelief knowing that all they cared about was money. They probably thought that I’d be so **** to do good that there was no way that their money was going to waste.

It was no time to dwell on those thoughts as the show was about to start. Ann walked over to the full-length mirror she had in her office and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her long white hair and clear blue eyes stared back. She scanned her curvy body and smirked knowing that she was already sexy enough body where she didn’t have to resort to magic to change her appearance to get a bigger reaction out of the audience. She snapped her fingers as a beautiful black dress wrapped around her body and clung to her massive tits. Then, a black wizard’s hat appeared on her head to complete the look.

“It’s showtime,” said Ann as she snapped her fingers once again.

Max woke up to the sound of a woman's voice.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Harem Hotel. I’m your beautiful host, Ann, and today we are presenting the man of the hour aka the master of this season, Max Turner.”

Max directed his gaze at the well-endowed white-haired beauty wearing a magician’s hat and blinked. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, but he could still see her. Max realized he must be dreaming since he could remember falling asleep in his car. He poked her massive tits, and she made a cute sound in response.

“No touching, master. I’m not a contestant for this show.”

“Show?” asked Max in confusion as he looked at the stage around him.

“Yes, as I’ve said you’ve been chosen to be a master on the show Harem Hotel. We’ve kidnapped you and the other contestants to participate in this show.”

Max shook his head. He knew that this was just a very realistic dream. He needed to wake up since he still had some things he wanted to do at home. He pinched himself, and his eyes widened as he felt the pain. He wasn’t waking up.

“I’m not a figment of your imagination, master. I’m way too cute for that as the audience would agree. Just know that as a master it's your job to interact with the contestants and give them chances to impress you. All of them are people you know or are attracted to in one way or another. They have to be since they’ll soon be a part of your harem,” she says as she gives him a wink.

He shook his head and asked, “I never signed up for this show. Could you send me home?”

“I’m sorry master, but I need you to be a master on this show. You wouldn’t say no to such a cute face, right?”

“No.”

“So cruel. It seems we have a dominant master in our mists. I’m so excited.”

He sighed, “Could you tell me why me specifically?”

“Nope, that’s a surprise. That’s all I’ll tell you about it for now. I’ll go over the rest of the rules after everyone else arrives. However, please introduce yourself to the audience.”

Max was a bit overwhelmed by everything being thrown at him. He was the master of a show that had women he thought were attractive. Max didn’t have time to ponder what was going on as his mouth opened, and he started speaking.

“My name is Max Turner. I’m 21 years old and currently work as a car salesman to pay for college. I love comics, anime, and video games. It’s my dream to create a popular video game that is loved across the globe.”

“Thanks for answering master. I’m sure your dream will become a reality.”

Max never told anyone his dream before, but he felt good hearing that Ann believed in him even though he had to deal with the fact that this probably wasn’t a dream.

“Now, let’s show everyone our first contestant.”

Max didn’t feel comfortable being himself to anyone he potentially knew, so he switched from his default expressionless face into a frown knowing that things were most likely going to get worse.

Ann