Ruby

The Host’s quarters, located in a small hidden garden accessible only through a secret passage in the hedges surrounding the hotel pool, was supposedly a place for the hosts to relax. It was quiet and “off-camera,” where no contestant or master could enter or even see, allowing a host a place to sit and think and strategize. That was the Producers’ idea anyway, but then they made Ruby and Al share it, ruining any chance that it could be a place of refuge. Ruby glanced over her shoulder at the hotel looming behind them, inwardly complaining that it was large enough to give Al and Ruby each their own floors. But here they were in a crappy campsite.

In fact, it more closely resembled the North Korean border now. The hosts sat on the opposite sides of a picnic table in the middle of the open grass area, which was bisected by a white painted line that continued from hedge to hedge. The line even split that very table in half right down the middle. Behind the hosts were their bright silver Airstream trailers, glistening in the sun on opposite sides of the space. Al had perfectly positioned his own trailer to reflect the sun directly into Ruby’s eyes, but she didn’t dare give him the satisfaction of holding up her hand or putting on shades to acknowledge his petty prank. Even though I’d look better in those shades anyway.

“I’d like to say it's been a pleasure working with you, Rubes.” Al started.

“The pleasure has been all yours.”

Al held up a stubby finger. “I didn’t say it was a pleasure, I said ‘I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure.’ It has not been and so I wouldn’t say it..”

“Then we’re agreed.” Ruby tapped the table insistently. “Is that the only reason you asked me here? For that lame line?”

“Not quite. We should discuss the terms of ‘this thing of ours.’”

“What’s there to discuss, Al?” Ruby crossed her arms. “You asking me to let you out of the bet?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because my girls are running away with the game, Al. Just look at the scoreboard, my entire team is over 90 points.” Ruby scoffed and waved her hands in the direction of the penthouse. “Sarah’s up there with Michael right now, probably extending her lead.”

“That’s very impressive. I should be intimidated, right?” Al smirked. “Perhaps you need a refresher on the terms?” Al pulled out the folded paper he’d presented on the day they made their bet, and set it down on his side of the table.

Ruby instinctively reached for it, but caught herself right before reaching the white line. The hosts could not affect each other too badly while they shared the set’s magic power. But Ruby had enough wherewithal to hex the line, a spell that would make Al itch like he stuck his face in a poison ivy patch if he tried crossing it. Who the hell knows what he could have done on his side? When she pulled her hand back, his slight disappointment confirmed her suspicion. He pushed the paper forward so she could grab it from her side, but she didn’t take it.

“Like I am the one that needs a refresher on the rules, Al.” She laughed. “That stunt you pulled to flip Janet to your side backfired, and now she’s sitting on a fat 0 and an X adorning her pretty behind.”

“Right where I need her.” Al continued puffing away on his cigar, revealing nothing.

“Pffft.” Ruby waved her hands in annoyance. “Don’t pretend that was all in the plan. You rewrote their past to make Michael and Janet into lovers. It was a cheap trick and the audience saw right through it, end of story.”

“Haven’t you been paying attention to our little guy? Mr. Wonderful is trying to save all his broads.”

“If she gets another strike, she’ll be beyond saving. Fuck, if she so much as disobeys him and falls into negative points…”

“Unlikely.”

“Gambles haven’t been working out for you, Al. I don’t know if you should trust your oddsmaking.”

“It ain’t about odds, sweetcheeks, it's about the male nature. If those girls don’t get 100 points, they may as well have disappeared from the Earth. Michael’s little redheaded side piece is sitting right there, a helpless damsel 100 points away just waiting for her Prince Charming to come save her. And it don’t matter where anyone else is once he picks his Queen.”

“Ah, so you think I want out of the bet?” Ruby didn't even attempt to stifle her laugh this time. “This is **** even for you, Al.”

“I just thought it’d be fair to-” Al stopped as the phones in their trailers began ringing simultaneously. The phones that only connected to the Producers. Ruby’s heart felt like it seized in her chest, and she couldn’t entirely keep that worry off her face. At least Al looked slightly panicked himself. Ruby composed herself as much as she could and excused herself from the table. She walked as quickly as she could without revealing any more fear, across the short grassy area to her own trailer and inside.

A few painful minutes later, Ruby staggered out of the trailer door and back to her side of the picnic table. She flopped down on her side just as Al emerged from his and took his own seat, looking just as disheveled as she did. She was still too shaken from her call with the Producers to gloat, however. Everything about them was beyond even a hosts’ comprehension, including what passed for their language. Just hearing it was disorienting, but when they were delivering bad news it was as if it was pouring acid on exposed nerves.

“They can’t be fucking serious.” Al broke the silence.

“Have you ever heard them joke?”

“Just the time they allowed you to be half a host.” Al still sounded distracted, his jab lacked his usual bite. Ruby was too shaken to retort, but she rose from the bench and marched towards the edge of the clearing. The gap in the hedges closed as she approached.

“Hey!” She yelled to the sky. “You can’t just lock us out of our own set!”

Al waddled over to join her. He pressed on the spot where the sealed hedge should have been parted, but felt no give.

“Looks like they did exactly that.”

“The bet is sealed…”

“Oh now you want to cancel it, huh?” Al laughed.

“That is not what I said. What the hell are we gonna do?”

“We?”

“Seems like we’re in this together,” Ruby said. She stuck out her hand, “Just until we get out of here.”

Al reached for it, then caught himself just as he was about to reach over the line and trigger her curse. He pulled his hand back and wagged his finger at her. “Nice try, Rubes.”

“It was worth a shot, but the offer is still on.”

“Fine, just until we get out of here.” The two mime a handshake without crossing their border, and turn their attention separately to escaping their newfound prison cell.

The Lady Ronnie Clark

Perfect, perfect, perfect. Everything must be perfect.

The contestant floor was already regularly cleaned by the staff when the girls were away, even during the multiple weeks they were **** in the desert. Of course, they had been magicked away while the sliding door to the balcony was open, leaving two weeks for stray sand and dust to blow into the room and mess things up.

It was getting late, and the others were occupied either recuperating from the challenge or adapting to their new changes following the voting. Sarah was up in Michael’s room on her date, but glances at the scoreboard between chores showed that she was losing points. That wouldn’t do. She would have to have a chat with that woman once she came down. A very stern chat. If she’d had the power, Ronnie would have stormed right into that elevator and made things right this very moment.

But that left only Vivian to help Ronnie make everything spic-and-span, and fortunately with Ronnie holding her leash that didn’t really give her any choice in the matter. Vivian was down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the base of the stripper platform and the pole to a magnificent shine. Vivian yawned deeply, and Ronnie thought she was using it as an opportunity to look up Ronnie’s terribly short red and white gingham housewife dress in the reflection. Ronnie casually spread her feet apart a little wider. Whatever motivates her.

“Ronnie-”

“Mrs. Clark, if you please.”

“Mrs. Clark, fine.” Vivian groaned. “This thing is clean enough that Danica could do a surgery on it. Can we please go to bed?”

“Hmmmm.” Ronnie produced a white glove from her pocket and put it on. She ran a fingertip along the base of the pole and pulled it back. “See?” She held it under Vivian’s nose.

“See what? There’s no dirt on there.”

“Of course you’d say that.” Ronnie pulled the glove off in a dramatic flourish. A smug smile came across her face. “I’ll bet you lived in squalor, Ms. Knight.”

“My friends used to think I was the neat freak, actually.”

“HMMM.” Ronnie’s disapproval registered even deeper. “In San Francisco, right? I’m sure they were a pack of filthy… BOHEMIANS.”

“What!? No, after me the second poorest one was worth two million bucks.” Vivian continued pleading. “Can we please pick this up in the morning?”

“Michael may come down here any time he pleases.” Ronnie huffed. “He is the Boss, after all. He’ll want to see his girls are well-appointed down here.”

“He’s on a date, Ron-Missus Clark.” Vivian shook her head. With Ronnie holding the leash all she could do was make her case verbally, and it wasn’t going well so far. “Besides, I know what he wants. I literally have a magic power that lets me know what he wants.”

“So do I, my dear. It’s called a wedding ring. Keep scrubbing, he could be here at any moment.”

“He’s not coming down-” In the middle of Vivian’s sentence, the elevator bell dinged to reveal someone arriving on their floor. Ronnie covered her crotch with both hands as the orgasm hit her unexpectedly, dropping the leash and falling to her knees as she shuddered through the waves of climax. When her eyes finally opened a few moments later, she saw that Vivian had made a run for it. Though with no one holding her leash, she could only scamper away on her hands and knees. Ronnie jumped to her feet and gave chase with surprising speed, given her towering high heels.

“Get back here!” Ronnie made a dive for the end of the leash as she did so, but the clatter of those same heels gave Vivian enough warning to roll over and yank the leash away. “Bad girl! Bad girl!”

“Come on! The room is clean!” Vivian begged as she flipped back onto her hands and knees and tried to keep fleeing, but she was even slower now, as if fighting against a sudden pain in her midsection.

“We are not finished!” Ronnie collected her feet under her enough to make another dive for the leash, but crashed into Vivian’s hip and knocked the blonde sideways. Ronnie reached for the end of the leash, but Vivian was able to swat her hand away and the pair grappled on the floor. Ronnie caught movement out of the corner of her eyes, and saw Michael and Sarah approaching with amusement in their eyes.

“Boss!” Ronnie called out. Vivian kept fighting for the end of the leash, but the arrival of the others distracted her just enough that Ronnie was able to grab hold of the back of her collar directly. Kneel. The command surged through Vivian and **** her onto her knees before Michael and Sarah. Ronnie quickly joined her in supplication. Sarah didn’t immediately fall to her own knees and prostrate herself before the Boss, so Ronnie cleared her throat and gestured for her to do so.

“Oh come on, seriously?” Sarah laughed, but it trailed off when she noticed that Michael wasn’t laughing along. “Seriously?”

“It’s a good way to earn back some points.” Michael shrugged. “You lost some upstairs for challenging me, I guess. Sarah, go bring the others out here and then join the others on your knees.”

Sarah wisely waited until she was nearly out of the room before grumbling under her breath. Vivian wriggled somewhat from her knees and began letting out a high-pitched whimper. Michael was close enough that she could lean forward and rub her face against his pant leg as she did so.

“What’s her deal?” Michael asked Ronnie.

“I can still talk.” Vivian responded. “I just can’t put it into words… I feel so much-”

“Like a bad girl?” Ronnie said, causing Vivian to jolt again from her words. “She was trying to shirk her cleaning duties.” Ronnie offered Michael by way of explanation.

“I don’t have cleaning duties!”

“We all do!” Ronnie insisted. “We have the responsibility to keep the Boss’ house in order!”

“There’s literally a staff here to-” Vivian stopped herself cold at the look in Ronnie’s eyes at the mention of them.”Er… right.”

“Wow, that Lady Clark thing really does a number on you.” Michael said. Ronnie’s back went even more rigid as the personality took a deeper hold.

“Boss, don’t say it! You just reset her clock!” Vivian kept whimpering. “Please… we were almost finished scrubbing this place… She’s gonna start it all over…”

“Getting down on your hands and knees and scrubbing will be good for you, Vivian.” Ronnie said.

“This version of Ronnie is growing on me,” Michael said. He reached down to scratch Vivian’s stomach. Vivian cooed at the feelings and Ronnie cooed at the compliment while Ronnie beamed all the brighter. Sarah returned with the other girls, directing them each to kneel before Michael as the first two had. Luciana and Mallory were still cuffed and looked slightly disheveled, though a peek at the score showed they hadn’t been up to any more since their interlude at the bar.

[Sarah] Followed an order +1

“Present and accounted for, Boss Captain Sir .” Sarah joked.

“My rank was Sergeant, I worked for a living.” Michael teased right back. He mussed Sarah’s hair slightly and then gave her a gentle push to her knees to join the others. “As I was explaining to Sarah upstairs, when Ruby ejected me from the stage, I got stuck in that pocket dimension where they send you to write the transformations. It gave me time to think.”

“About the idea you mentioned?” Janet asked.

“Exactly.” Michael petted her hair, just as he had to Sarah. Danica glanced around, as if to ask if anyone else was noticing this. But no one met her looks. “Sarah showed me the phone booth in the lobby, which can apparently call the real world. If it can call Earth, maybe it can call somewhere else? So I just picked up the phone and asked to speak to whoever or whatever was in charge.”

“You can do that?” Vivian looked gut punched that she hadn’t thought of it first.

“Maybe only I can.” Michael shrugged. “In any event, the hotel operator connected me to… whatever, she called them The Producers… and I told them my offer: I’ll be the Master they want me to be and run this show the way they seem to want it run, if they keep those asshole hosts out of our face.”

“So what did they say?” If Vivian wasn’t already kneeling on the floor, she might have been leaning forward enough to fall off her chair. Ronnie caught herself **** to know this answer as well.

“...Nothing. They didn’t respond.” Michael admitted. The room slumped a little, so he continued, increasing his energy to try to hype them back up. “But they also didn’t blast me into ash, nor did Al or Ruby show up to do their thing either. So I’m taking that as a concrete ‘maybe.’”

“Hence the kneeling.” Ronnie said.

“It’s hot, right?” Michael winked back at her. With no immediate objections, he started to pace as he explained. Ronnie smiled, remembering how he used to practice his presentations on her in their little living room all those years ago. The advice she’d given him then reflected back decades later. “...if Ruby and Al are out of the picture, that means I’ve got to take on their role too. The Producers still have to like the show after all, or the deal’s off.”

“If it was ever on.” Sarah interjected.

“If it was ever on.” Michael echoed. “We’re still going to press forward like it is. That means we’re still having the dates, we’re still having the upcoming challenge and then…”

“Transformations?” Danica asked.

“Yes, transformations.” He pulled her chin up, so that he could meet her eyes. “I can only push this so far from what they want to see. If there’s a way to avoid eliminations, I will do absolutely anything to find it.” Danica nodded hopefully. The other girls seemed emboldened a little by Danica’s agreement, and Michael smiled even more broadly.

“Now that’s settled.” Michael offered hands to Ronnie and Sarah to help them up. “You two follow me, everyone else is dismissed for now.” The girls looked a little confused at his phrasing, but Michael and the others were already walking away.

Michael threw his arms around Ronnie and Sarah’s waists and pulled them in close. Ronnie expected him to lead them towards the elevator and up to his suite, but Michael unexpectedly turned and steered them into the contestant floor’s shower area. Once inside, Michael gave both of them a simultaneous slap on the backside and stepped off the tile of the communal shower. “Alright Ronnie, let’s have Sarah give you that shower from the wanted poster.”

“Boss? Did you want to do this here… or take this upstairs?” Ronnie asked. Michael looked around at the shower, confused as to why she’d asked. “The others can see through that glass.” Ronnie gestured to the frosted glass wall separating the showers from the main room.

“Let them watch.” Michael said. “They can join if they want. More points to go around.”

“How generous of you.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “I’m sure it’s just about the points. Don’t be an asshole.”

Ronnie gasped, and with one quick movement slapped Sarah across the face. Not hard. Just enough to get everyone’s attention. Ronnie quickly yanked her hand back before the ropes could snag her.

[Sarah] Insulted the boss again -4

[Ronnie] Slapped another contestant -2

“Woah woah, none of that!” Michael jumped forward and put his hand on both their shoulders.

“She insulted you!” Ronnie said. “And used a curse word, extremely unladylike!”

Sarah burst out laughing at that one, and Michael joined her even as he had to hold Ronnie back a little harder.

“Ronnie, it’s ok. She was just reminding me not to be so clinical about this, in her… Sarah-esque way.” Michael let go and backed up, still tensed if he needed to jump in again. When Ronnie relaxed, so did he.

“What does that mean, Boss?”

“It means to stop dancing around what I want.” Michael leaned against the back wall of the changing area, watching them both intently. “I watched the video where you fucked Danica, now I want to see you fuck Sarah.”

“You watched that!?” Ronnie blushed furiously and hid her eyes, unable to look at him in the moment. “I’m sorry, it got away from us in the moment…”

“Nothing to apologize for. In fact, it helped me fill this-” Michael reached into his sportcoat and pulled out a small stick that immediately expanded in size to the bow he’d received after the stagecoach challenge, followed by the arrows - which ballooned from the size of a pencils in a cup to a completely filled quiver. “This will make things spicy.”

“Wait a second.” Ronnie said. But Michael drew back one of the magic arrows and shot it straight into her from across the room. Ronnie dropped to the floor on her back, closing her eyes as the overwhelming lust from the arrows coursed through her body. Another quick sound and Sarah dropped right next to her, writhing slightly on the ground as she absorbed the same. Michael turned on the faucets and stepped back to enjoy the show. The water in the hotel came out to the perfect temperature automatically and immediately, and Ronnie lay there on the tile, enjoying the warmth even as it soaked her dress to her skin. Ronnie felt Sarah take off her heels, making Ronnie open her eyes.

“I can’t stand without those.”

“You won’t need to.” Sarah slid her arms under the smaller woman and hoisted her upwards. As she did so, the ropes sprang into action. They slithered off of Sarah’s body and under Ronnie’s, wrapping themselves around her torso, around her legs, around her arms, and up through an eyebolt that had not-at-all-coincidentally been built into the ceiling. When Sarah let Ronnie go, she dropped barely an inch into a rope harness holding her gently above the floor.

Ronnie hung in the center of the shower area, face up, with her arms bound behind her back and her thighs gently pulled apart. The ropes deliberately but playfully pulled apart Ronnie’s dress and dropped it in pieces to the floor until she was completely nude under the delightful spray of water. Her legs were individually bound and she allowed them to fall open. By design or by luck - But obviously by design - the jets of the shower refocused themselves on her exposed lips. Ronnie shifted in the bonds, enjoying the feeling of being held and being teased.

“Gropy and Pervy seem to be enjoying themselves.” Michael said.

“This is what they were created to do.” Sarah kicked out of her own outfit and tossed it aside. She took a small body sponge and lathered it up. Sarah stood on the side opposite Michael, making sure that he could see as she brought the sponge up Ronnie’s stomach and around her breasts to start. The ropes shifted slightly to allow Sarah access as the sponge passed along all of Ronnie’s curves, under the swell of her breasts, along her sides, around her thighs, and finally between her legs.

“Oh wow!” Ronnie gasped as Sarah expertly teased her with the sponge. The ropes, the arrow, and now Sarah generating just enough friction to make her crazy, then pulling away just as she was getting close. Sarah knelt on the tile to bring herself down to Ronnie’s height and kissed her softly, her tongue dancing in Ronnie’s mouth just as her fingers danced across Ronnie’s clit. “Sarah… please…”

Michael cleared his throat as Ronnie began to beg. He had removed his own clothes while the two girls played, and now stood nude alongside the pair of them.

“She’s not the one you need to ask.” Michael ran his hand over his bound wife, clearly enjoying how she cooed and twisted under all the sensations of the shower.

“Michael…” Ronnie started. Michael playfully reached up and pinched her nipple, giving her a small jolt of pain along with the pleasure. “Sorry… I mean Boss…”

“Better.” He smirked.

“Please let me cum.” Ronnie asked with pleading, **** eyes.

“Please… I need one too.”

“That seems only fair.” Michael said. He gently spun Ronnie on her ropes until the kneeling Sarah was alongside her hips. Ronnie picked her head up to watch.

“Boss?” Sarah’s eyes darted from Michael’s erection, which was right at her eye level, up to his face.

“You’ll love it, trust me.” He gently stroked Sarah’s chin. “Open your mouth.”

It was a direct order, so Sarah complied, tentatively allowing her jaw to open. Michael slowly but firmly pushed his cockhead between her lips. Sarah’s eyes went wider and her hands jumped to her crotch as he slid inside.

“Ommmhh mahhh fhhhgnng gdddd!” Sarah yelled, her cry being expertly gagged by the several inches of dick in her mouth.

“If Mallory’s tongue in your mouth could do it, I was wondering what I was capable of doing…” Michael put his hand behind Sarah’s head and used it to slide the remainder of his shaft into her mouth. She shuddered with every additional inch, feeling the pleasure of being penetrated in her mouth and her pussy simultaneously.

Ronnie bit her lip, the heat in her body was only being stoked further by this display. She shook her hip excitedly when Michael pulled out of Sarah’s mouth and aligned himself with Ronnie’s eager cunt. Her moans were just as intense as Sarah’s, and without a cock gagging her, they echoed around the shower and out into the contestant area.

Let them watch if that’s what Michael wants. She struggled to form any other coherent thoughts while Michael was inside her. She let out a disappointed squeal when Michael pulled out and aligned his cock with Sarah’s mouth again.

“Now now, Ronnie. You’re going to have to share me.” He gave her tit a playful honk.

“For tonight?”

“Forever.” Michael did not break his eye contact with Ronnie as he slid back into Sarah’s mouth, silently making his point.

He switched back and forth between enjoying the women as he pleased. He followed no pattern or rhythms but his own lusts and took as long as he wanted to enjoy their bodies. While he was thrusting into Sarah, Ronnie could do nothing but hang there in her ropes and wait patiently for her turn. In those moments, her mind was marginally clearer and she had a small chance to grapple with what was happening.

Michael was taking charge in a way that drove her wild. In the way she’d loved when they were together. He’d even managed to **** the hosts off the stage in this awful place, something she had personally failed to accomplish. But there was a fine line between earned confidence and irrational cockiness, and every so often in the light of the shower, Ronnie wasn’t sure which side he’d landed on.

But that conflict only lasted until Michael turned his attention and his amazing cock back to her. Once he had taken hold of her hips and slid himself inside, the magic from the bow and arrow wrapped around her brain and squeezed out rational thought like an anaconda **** out its prey.

“Yes, Boss! Yes! Yes!” Ronnie cried out in animal pleasure as she received the climax she’d begged for. The intensity of the orgasm nearly caused her to pass out, and once it had passed, she went limp in the ropes and hung there with a goofy, satisfied grin on her face. Her eyes barely cracked open, just enough to see Sarah shaking as she received her own reward. Her climax was quieter, as Michael’s dick muffled the sounds, but the look on Sarah’s face told Ronnie it was no weaker than her own. Sarah’s second reward was to taste Michael’s cum splashing across her tongue.

Sarah shot Ronnie a questioning look as she held his load in her mouth, but a stern look from Lady Clark conveyed not to make a mess in her shower. Sarah dutifully swallowed. As a proper lady should.

[Sarah/Ronnie] Cleanliness is next to Sexiness +10

[Sarah/Ronnie] Obeyed +2

[Sarah] Wanted Poster bonus +5

[Ronnie] Already his wife -3

“That was incredible, girls.” Michael gave each of them a kiss on the head, then cleaned his cock with the still-flowing shower. He moved to leave the shower and towel himself off, but Sarah called him back.

“Boss, little help here?” She said as she turned off the water and tried to help Ronnie out of the rope harness.

“Oh, of course.” Michael sheepishly returned and held Ronnie up so the ropes could uncoil and return to Sarah. Sarah picked up Ronnie’s heels, which were now soaking wet. “I’ve got her.” Michael said.

“I probably couldn’t have walked anyway.” Ronnie admitted. She allowed herself to be dried off and nuzzled into Michael’s chest as he carried her out of the shower. She was utterly exhausted from the challenge, the stress of the losing ceremony, and the fanatical house cleaning. She was barely awake enough to assume he would carry her up to the Master’s suite, but she had fallen asleep by the time he tucked her into her contestant’s bed.