Yes, a $100k cash prize is too sexy to resist!

About an hour later, Sasha stands in front of the warehouse studio where they film Fucked or Fortune. The outside of the building looks too drab to be somewhere she'll be risking her precious pussy for $100k in cash. For this porno game show, she dressed casual in a pink t-shirt and gray yoga pants. She knows her butt looks fantastic in these pants, the thin fabric hugging her round butt.

When Blake comes up behind her, Sasha bends at the waist to tease him, her butt high, the yoga pants dipping low enough to expose the back of the white thong. Looking back, she asks, "You’re okay with other guys seeing all this? Them getting their hands on this ass?" She wiggles her hips in the yoga pants. "What if they have a bigger dick than you? That okay, too?"

He takes her by the hips. "Won't matter if they’re big if they don't get to have you." He grinds against her ass. "From what I saw, the host does get handsy. But I’ll ignore him for the $100k."

Sasha pulls away. "You keep that in mind once we're in there. This was your idea, but I'm one putting her pretty pussy on the line to pay back our student loans."

"The $100k is ours. I just know it," Blake says.

When they go inside, Sasha walks in front with a teasing sway to her hips. Inside the building, a blonde in a slinky white dress sits at the front desk. "Is this where I can sign up to be a contestant on Fucked or Fortune?" Sasha asks.

The blonde slides a clipboard over to Sasha. "You're in the right place, sweetie." She taps the top sheet. "This is the waiver you'll need to sign. It says you consent to having sex with our male talent and the show's host." She flips to the second page. "Here are the negative STI test results for all of our staff. We want our contestants feeling safe, and if you're Sasha, then we've already received your own test results from this gentleman." She nods at Blake.

Sasha looks back, an eyebrow raised. Blake holds up his hands and says, "I emailed your test results after you agreed to do the show. Not before, I swear."

Sasha wags a pen from the desk at him. "The interest payments on my student loans suck more dick than I do, or we'd have a word about sharing my info without permission." Her hand shakes from nerves as she signs the waiver.

The blonde takes back the clipboard and smiles as she says, "Excellent, dear. I'm Ms. White, and I'll be happy to show you to the stage you'll be sharing with the show's host, Danny D. Don't let his loud mouth fool you. He's a real sweetheart. A real horny sweetheart with a big dick." When she stands, Ms. White looks to be taller than Sasha's 5'7. "Your boyfriend is welcome to come too if he’s not tied up with anything."

They go with Ms. White down a long corridor, and Sasha looks back to Blake to say, "You never did tell me your fool-proof plan for winning. I'm about to be on stage with Danny D, so spit it out."

Blake steps in to whisper in her ear, "You used to take gymnastics, right? The episodes I saw had a ton of balancing. You'll win easy with your training!"

Sasha stops short and stares, her doe brown eyes wide. "Moron. I got to be too tall. Height really fucks you with gymnastics, so I quit competing." They come to curtains at the end of the corridor. Sasha sighs and says, "Great. I'm fucked."

Ms. White pulls aside the curtain and reveals a well-lit stage. "I'm sure you'll do fine." She nods toward the tall man on stage, wearing the same red blazer as in the ad. "Out you go. Say hello to Danny D and try not to get fucked." Ms. White urges her forward with a pat to her butt.

Danny D waves from the center of the stage and says into his microphone, "Welcome Sasha to Fucked or Fortune!"

As Sasha goes out onto the stage, she looks at all the cameras and glances to the large overhead monitors currently displaying a live feed of the show; she sees herself walking across the stage to Danny D, the cameras occasionally zooming in to capture the sway of her hips in the tight yoga pants.

Danny D extends his microphone toward Sasha and pulls her close. "Tell our viewers at home: What would winning the $100k prize mean to you?"

With a glance to Blake, who waves from the curtains, Sasha answers, "The money would mean everything for me and my boyfriend and our student loans. Paying them off in one lump sum would be fantastic."

"I can promise a lump if you lose!" Danny D says as he tugs her hand down to the bulge in his trousers. "Give it a squeeze and tell me if I'm bigger than your boyfriend."

She looks to Blake, blushing as she squeezes. "Um. I think you're bigger." She winces. "Sorry, Blake."

Blake shouts over to her, "It's okay. Let him boast. He won't get to fuck you!"

Danny D leans in closer to Sasha. She stares at his chiseled cheekbones, the blueness of his eyes, and the bedhead look to his dirty blonde hair. She finds him hot—she realizes as she feels herself getting wet all over again. Danny D taps his mic and says, "Earth to Sasha! I asked if you're ready to let our randomizer choose the game you'll be playing today for $100k in prize money. Are you ready?" He gestures at a digital board as it randomly cycles through the show's games.

Sasha snatches her hand back from his bulge with a last look at how well he tents his trousers. She breathes in deep. "I'm ready."