Twenty-Twenty-Twenty-Four Hours to Go

Luciana

Luciana sat in a daze, just now receiving the full weight of what had happened and what seemed inevitably to follow. Maybe she could shrug off waking up here, maybe she could rationalize the insanity. But she had no explanation for the massive tits stretching her t-shirt or anything else that had happened over the last few minutes. The coma theory does not seem to be holding up.

Ruby and Al continued talking even though the show was over.

“Well thank you ladies for giving us a much easier time than the first night.” Ruby said, shooting a sidelong glance at Al. Their camaraderie seemed too real during the transformations, but the ice wall had re-formed immediately once the camera stopped.

“With some of these transformations, I don’t think bad behavior will be as big a problem any more. Ain’t that right, Mallory?” Al cackled and she dropped her head, no cutting comeback this time. She obediently sipped the drink, as he had ordered. Al clapped his hands and turned to Janet, “And you, Congratulations! Since you won the first challenge, you’ve won an extra night with Mikey. We’re gonna leave the light the way it is outside, so you’ll get to see each other in the dawn’s early light. Michael, Janet, be up in the suite by 8PM or we’ll make you.”

“I’d rather sleep alone.” Michael said.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Janet said softly, “We just have to stay there.”

“Right, you don’t have to do anything,” Ruby said disdainfully, “We won’t make you.” A missing ‘Yet’ appeared to hang in the air. “But, Michael, a lovely luxury hotel room and a beautiful young bedmate like Janet? You’ve got to take advantage of those opportunities in life.”

“He absolutely does not.” Danica huffed.

“Danica, baby, don’t try to tell the Master what not to do,” Al gloated over her. “But if that’s what gets you off, enjoy it for these last 24 hours. Unless you and Sarah get back to zero by then, the only thing you’ll be telling him is where you want him to ram his cock.”

Danica cringed at that, but his point was made. The two hosts made their goodbyes and departed. Once they were gone, the crowd broke up and dispersed back to their various compelled amusements. The eight “stars” of the show were left sitting on the stage, trading weary looks but, for the moment, no words. It seemed like no one wanted to be the first to move.

Ultimately, Danica was the one who broke the stalemate. She took Michael’s hand in hers and gestured for the two of them to take a walk. Ronnie leaned forward, but if she had a thought of speaking to Michael, Danica’s fiery look shot that down immediately. With the two of them gone, the remaining women got up and milled about, unclear of what to do next. “I need a shower.” Janet said softly, then headed for the elevators. The others followed her, because why not? There wasn’t any other clear place to go.

“So… um, that got a little weird, huh?” Luciana asked as they all piled in. No one responded to her. It defied words as banal as “weird.” Ronnie covered her ears as the bell chimed for the contestant’s floor, but enough of the sound got through to **** a small shudder through her body.

Luciana had been a little too out of it to take in the contestants’ floor that morning, so she wandered a bit to orient herself. The elevator opened directly into a large common room. Mercifully given the look of the rest of the hotel, the tacky decorations were limited to ugly wallpaper. Most of the furniture looked comfortable and thankfully clean. Directly opposite the elevator was floor-to-ceiling glass, with a sliding door opening onto a large balcony. Just as Al had said, it was the dark of night outside even though the clock still read morning. So I’m stuck like this while we’re awake. Luciana thought.

Ronnie passed her, and Luciana asked “How come we’re not on the top floor?”

“That’s the Master’s suite,” Ronnie said. “His balcony is right above ours. You don’t wanna sit there when another girl is upstairs… the sound carries.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Along the left wall was a breakfast bar and kitchenette that were kept stocked with simple food. The restaurant downstairs was fantastic, but it cost chips. At least you could eat up here without starving. A small island nearby had enough space for eight stools. Just beyond it was an actual bar, a small crescent with a substantial liquor display behind it. Mallory had posted up there while Janet went off to change. The food they keep simple, but the liquor? They want us into that on the reg. They had “helpfully” stocked the bar with some stronger **** as well, a lovely ornate glass jar of cocaine sat to the side. Mallory was making a big show of ignoring it. Hanging above the bar was a replica of the leaderboard that hung in the sportsbook, showing each girl’s current score, chip count, and odds. The better to get you drinking.

Along the opposite wall were the doors to the two team bedrooms, one marked with an R outlined by a Heart. The other with an A outlined by a club. Vivian, Ronnie, and Janet all ducked into their rooms, looking for fresh clothes. Between the two doors was a third, and a large frosted glass window. There was also a sunken pit with couches surrounding it, surrounding a raised platform with a stripper pole. She remembered all that from the morning.

However, there was something new. A large stack of cardboard boxes had been piled in the corner of the room, all of them with LUCIANA printed on the side. What? Luciana pulled one down from the stack and opened it. “You gotta be kidding me…”

“What is it?” Mallory came over to see, as did Ronnie when she emerged from the bedroom still in Michael’s clothes. The box was stuffed with “Lucky Luciana” branded T-Shirts, just like the one she was wearing. She opened another box, and another, same story.

“Why? Why!?” I can not escape these ugly bastards!

“They brought all our clothes here.” Mallory said matter-of-factly.

“These aren’t ALL mine!” What kind of egomaniac do they think I am?!

“Well they all have your name on them.” Mallory unhelpfully pointed out.

“Who the HELL needs a thousand shirts with their own name on them?”

Ronnie shrugged. “The spells can be literal sometimes. If you don’t want them, do you mind if I have some? My clothes didn’t come back.”

“Uhh sure. Just, like, throw a sweater on over it, it’d be weird to see this everywhere.”

Ronnie started searching through the other boxes for a ladies small, but stopped immediately when she opened the second one. “Ugh, looks like they took the used ones back too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t ask me what this guy was using his for, you don’t want to know. Just leave that box alone.” Ronnie set it to the side while Luciana dry heaved. “Ok, here’s some.” Ronnie scooped out a handful, then paused and lowered her voice. “Do you… have anything else?”

Luciana looked up from her boxes and understanding crossed her face. “Ahh, sure let me see.”

They headed into the Ruby team bedroom and into Luciana’s closet. Luciana pulled out some of her drawstring shorts and offered Ronnie a pair. “Sorry, but I don’t think I have anything else that would fit you.”

“Thank you so much, this will be enough for now,” Ronnie took the clothes to her room to change. Luciana still felt a little unsettled from learning how her ardent fans used her merchandise, and she decided to grab a shower to wash off that feeling and change into something a little more fitting for her current form. Luciana’s stock of shirts were generally cut tight to show off her muscles, but adding these sweater puppies changed the calculus somewhat. She found a small sundress that a friend had left at her house once and eyeballed it, guessing that it would fit. She headed into the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the provided rack.

The shower set up inside was, like everything in the hotel, built to encourage close quarters and porno-ready contact between the contestants. There were multiple shower heads facing towards the middle, mounted close enough together that the women using it would be very much in each other’s space. From the other side, Luciana could see the point of the frosted glass window, the lights were positioned such that a showering woman’s nude silhouette would be easily visible to the room. Janet was already in there when Luciana entered, and she jumped back to cover herself.

“Woah! Occupied!”

“Don’t worry, girl, it’s nothing I haven’t seen.” Luciana added, “You’ll get used to it,” though she quickly saw that wasn’t a helpful line of reasoning. Janet backed away further until she was against the glass. “I don’t think you wanna do that.”

“Come on, I’ll be quick, can’t you just wait?”

“Is this about the fountain thing? Look, that was just the game, no hard feelings.” Luciana stepped forward, offering a handshake, but Janet did not want to stop covering herself to take it. “Suit yourself.” Luciana stepped out of her clothes and set them on the shelf, taking over one of the other shower heads. Janet stayed against the window, protecting herself with her hands and watching Luciana warily. Until Mallory rapped on the glass from the other side.

“Jan, we can all see your butt when you press against the glass like that.”

Janet yelped and sprang off the wall like it burned her. Luciana stifled a laugh. She and Janet silently agreed to turn away from each other, allowing the latter to preserve the fiction of her modesty. Luciana was never one for prolonged showers. She finished up first and toweled off and changed without looking back, as per their unspoken arrangement. Back outside, Sarah was off by herself on the small platform with the stripper pole, slithering around it in increasingly tight spirals.

“Damn, did they leave you any joints?” Luciana flopped down on the adjacent seat to watch her move. I really wish they had let me trade.

“Who cares? I haven’t been able to move like this since I was kid.” She continued, wrapping her left leg around the pole and leaning back to let it support her weight until she hung upside down.

“You could move like that as a kid?” Ronnie asked.

“Ok, maybe I was exaggerating, but I was pretty athletic. I used to do all kinds of sports with my brothers. Football, baseball, you name it. Then we got a dirt bike. That was a great month ripping up the backside of our property. All until I broke my femur. Mom gave me a computer to entertain myself while I was laid up, and that was it.”

“You didn’t go back with them once you healed up?”

“Nah, by that point they were out of the playing ball in the yard phase and into the fixing trucks and chasing girls phase. And they got annoyed that I was better at both.”

“Heh, kinda the same with me. No brothers though, just me and my dad and the other guys in his gym. They all kinda adopted me as the gym mascot. I’d hang out and fill their water bottles and stuff and then they’d teach me moves. Enough time doing that and I was better than they were.”

Vivian made her way over, watching with a curious eye Sarah as flexed and flaunted her new body. Ronnie followed along. Sarah swung around once more and offered the spot.

“Give it a try, Vivian?”

Vivian snorted, but didn’t leave. “Sure, why not?” Vivian climbed up and tried wrapping her leg around the pole and repeating some of Sarah’s more elaborate stretches. Vivian was no slouch for fitness. But lacking Sarah’s magical enhancement, she had no real hope of pulling it off. Yet her own magical compulsion drove her to try.

“Take it easy, you’re gonna pull something important.” Luciana warned, but Vivian kept trying to wrap her leg and support her weight as Sarah had. “So what’s your story?”

“Not jumping dirt bikes or hanging out in a boxing gym, my mother would have had a stroke." Vivian said, panting with exertion as she went. "She put me in dance classes as soon as I could walk.”

“What kind?” Ronnie perked up.

“Ballet mostly. That was about all she considered respectable enough for me.”

“There was a ballet school sharing a space with the gym,” Luciana spoke up, “The guys would always have something to say to those girls when they came through. Up ‘til one turned and punted Edgar’s balls into his throat. That shut everyone up real quick.”

“Good for her. You will get thighs of steel from that training.” Vivian gave up on trying to replicate Sarah’s moves. Instead she kicked off her shoes and tried to best her another way. In just her socks, Vivian planted her heels together and slowly pushed her way up to a demi-plié position, resting her weight on the tips of her toes and scuttling around the platform.

“Damn, girl.” Luciana said approvingly. “I couldn’t have done that before.”

“Before they gave you that body?” Sarah asked.

“Nah not even then, I’ve broken my big toes like twice each.”

“What about you, Rhonda?” Vivian asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe I could have before, but now…” Ronnie wiggled her foot in the heel. Vivian looked sympathetic, but there was a clear undertone of pride in being able to do something the others could not. The reminder of the negative outcomes kinda stopped the conversation cold.

“Well, at least now you’re taller.” Luciana offered, breaking the tension as the group dissolved in girlish giggles. Even Vivian had to join in.

“You’re right, Luciana. Silver linings.” Ronnie stood. “Thanks for the clothes, but I have got to go put together a wardrobe again. I’m heading down to the bazaar. Sarah, come walk with me, we can talk about your VP problem.”

Janet

Janet joined Mallory at the bar, hiding her face from the others as she crossed the room. Oh my god that was so humiliating.

“Don’t worry about it Janet, I was naked on the first night. You'll get over it.”

“You’re so much tougher about that then I ever was.” Come to think of it… “Why were you naked that night, anyway?” Damn, shouldn’t have thought about her naked. Mallory hadn’t yet changed from the Harem Hotel uniform and Janet’s eyes roamed hungrily across the tight top before she caught herself. She’s your friend. She’s your best friend. Stop it… But she is so gorgeous…

“I was showering.”

“But you were dry.”

“I hadn’t gotten in yet. Changing the subject, what are you gonna do about tonight?”

I hoped she wouldn’t bring that up. “Don’t remind me, please.”

“I think you need a plan.” Mallory said, placing her hand on Janet’s either unaware or uncaring of the effect it had on the redhead. She kept talking, but Janet wasn’t focusing on the words, instead upon the newly intoxicating touch that was making her swoon. “Jan? Got a plan?”

“I’m not gonna do anything with Michael, I promise.” Janet said, a little too quickly.

“I know that, obviously.” Mallory’s words were sure, but her tone suggested that wasn’t obvious at all. “I’m talking about Mom, remember? I asked Ronnie about it while you were in the shower. Apparently none of us can go to the suite without being on the schedule or being invited by Michael.”

“Oh. And she’s not on the schedule tonight because I am.”

“Right. So you have got to convince him to invite her up. Then you just head back down here and let them… do their thing.”

“Sounds simple enough, what’s the catch?”

“Were you **** last night? Mom called him out in front of everyone. He must have been pissed about it. You heard Al downstairs: He -made love- with Ronnie this morning.”

Janet had never heard Mallory use that term once. She seemed fond of “banging” for whatever reason, but Mallory struggled to even get out that description.

“So you’ve got to talk him into it.” Mallory continued, taking Janet’s shoulder in her hand and moving in tight for emphasis. Janet felt a new surge of arousal as Mallory was in this close. It was nothing more than a gesture of sisterly affection, but it was driving Janet completely wild inside. The magic is making me feel this way. It’s not real. It’s not real. “Mom really needs this, there’s no other way. She’s got one night to-” Janet’s affirmations couldn’t hold back the tide any longer. She was overcome by her feelings, and abruptly lurched forward to plant a kiss on Mallory’s lips. Nine floors below, Ronnie stumbled and fell against a blackjack table as her heels grew an inch taller in mid-step.

+3 Kissed another contestant

The pathways from Janet’s brain finally enough to ask her What are you doing?! but she didn’t pull away. Nor, for that matter, did Mallory shove her off. The kiss lingered longer than even Janet expected it to. Whether that was Mallory enjoying it or whether her “drunkenness” prevented her from stopping it, Janet wasn’t in a position to say. But eventually, Janet remembered the cameras and that was enough to get her to break it off. She and Mallory couldn’t look each other in the eye for a minute. Janet checked, but Vivian and Luciana sat talking on the other side of the room, unawares.

“The transformation hit you pretty hard, huh?” Mallory whispered. She isn’t backing away. Or running away screaming.

“Yeah… I’m… sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, I understand.” Still more bizarre behavior. Mallory would have had a snarky burn there if someone apologized. She always treated it like surrendering.

“I have to go.” Janet said, jumping from the stool. Mallory knew full well she didn’t have anywhere to be, but thankfully she didn’t press the point. “I’ll think about how to pull off your plan.” Mallory just nodded as Janet ducked into the bedrooms to find refuge. Until tonight.