the rich bitch

Sahara Marvelous had it all.

Part of a family that achieved generational wealth and on top of that gifted with top genetics that provided her with an absolutely gorgeous figure.

Well, she was lacking one thing.

Manners.

Luxuriating in her deck chair, she looked down at the scrawny boy cleaning the pool. Due to the heath, she generously allowed him to do the cleaning in shorts but must he wear such a short pair that was on top of it also white? He was looking positively ridiculous! Especially sweating like the filthy commoner he was.

My, with the way he was sweating, she could even make out the outline of his underpants. How scandalous!

Oh well, at least the photos she snapped of the fool toiling away in that absurd attire will serve as an amusing lunch distraction for her lackeys back at school.

Ah, it appears he was just about finished. Or so the pitiful fool thinks.

Sahara deliberately took a long sip from her fruit juice as she oversaw the labors of her servants work. The poor sap was of course not allowed to drink on the job and must be fairly parched by now. It was evident he desperately wished his toil to be finished.

“Not clean enough. Do it over.”

The simpleton looks positively devastated. How fun! She simply must remember to thank her lackey for providing her with such an amusing jester.

“B-But….I already cleaned it twice...

Sahara lifted her sun glasses. “Excuse me, are you attempting to talk back to me?”

Ashley gulped.

“Do you wish for me to have a talk with my Daddy about your lack of work ethics?”

No, from the looks of it, he absolutely could not let that happen. He probably needed the money to buy fresh undergarments or some such commoner nonsense.

“N-No, I….I will do it over.”

Of course you will. People always do.

“Very well. I will overlook this lack of decorum. That said, I can see that you must be quite thirsty. It wouldn’t do to have you collapse on the job.”

Sahara extended her glass and slowly dipped it forward.

“You better make sure to not spill a single drop.”

That got him moving. Sahara was of course sitting, so he had **** but to bend his knees and stretch his head forward.

Despite the humiliating treatment, it was clear that he was very thirsty as was evident by the large gulps he took.

Well, relatively large. Sahara made a game of keeping the ice cubes inside the glass, which prolonged the procedure quite a bit.

How silly he looks, the rich blonde thought with amusement as she slowly deposited the liquid down his throat.

Rather then a jester, he was more like a sad puppy, not a shred of dignity or pride.

…

Before long the glass was empty.

“That should suffice for the likes of you”, Sahara said, before returning to her sun bathing. “Enough slacking off. Resume your work."

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“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!”

The piercing, shrieking scream somehow managed to penetrate the arena before the portal even opened.

Cherry was carrying a scantily clad bombshell into the arena.

“Unhand me at once! You hellion! Do you know who you are manhandling? I am Sahara Harmony Anastasia Marvelous!”

“There has to be a better way then this”, Cherry grunted as she carried her latest struggling victim towards the middle of the stage.

Ora meanwhile rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, just dump her there and get on with.”

Cherry obliged.

Thus, Sahara found herself on stage wearing nothing but a golden two piece bikini that pretty much left nothing up to the imagination.

While Ashley managed to keep his calm up until now he WAS still a healthy young man.

Popped the masters boner

+1 VP

FIRST!

+1 VP

“E-EXCUSE ME?”

The shrill shriek caused Carol to cover her ears. Liz, still with her body frozen, unfortunately did not have that privilege. Perhaps Ora should rectify this. If a contestant ends up deaf it should be only because of a transformation.

“WHERE HAVE I BEEN TAKEN?”

Oh, this should be fun.

“Why, to Harem Hotel of course”, Ora giddily explained. “Congratulations.”

“H-Harem?”, for a brief second the lewd word seemed to stun the busty blonde into silence.

But not for long.

“What manner of lunacy is this! Do you know who I am?”, the banshee quickly resumed her shrieking “You presume you can abduct me? Once my Daddy has word of this, he will sue you into oblivion! Your children’s children will have to pay off your debt! You will rue the day you even considered crossing a Marvelous!”

Ora decided to have a little fun with this one. No reason to prematurely end juicy drama, especially if it comes in the form of an underclad bouncy bimbo. Hah, the little host would bet all of Cherry’s clothes that this was the first season to have such an original and nuanced character!

“Why, I am but a simple servant”, the omnipotent Goddess started with a sickly sweet voice. “Perhaps you should address your grievances towards your Master instead.”

“MASTER?”

Oh, that lit a fire under her butt!

Whirling around, Sahara stared at the guy sitting on the fancy throne. Her face showed a mixture of confusion, disbelief and anger, before squarely settling on anger.

Then she stomped towards Ashley. Quite similar to Liz really.

And just as Liz did, Ashley asked her to stop.

However, unlike Liz, Sahara never had to experience even the slightest amount of adversity in her life. She thus lacked the critical self preservation skills that are oh so vital in a game like this.

SLAP!

And without missing a beat she slapped Ashley.

Ora was basically salivating with excitement.

SLAPPED THE MASTER!

-10 VP

FIRST TIME BONUS

-10 VP

“Bad miftake”, Carol murmured.

“Oh bad miftake, alright”, Ora repeated and cackled.

“Please control her!”, Ashley shouted desperately towards Ora.

“I am afraid that is completely out of my jurisdiction”, Ora tittered. “We wouldn’t want to interfere with our contestants ability to gain points after all.”

SMACK!

Sahara smacked Ashley again.

SLAPPED THE MASTER!

-10 VP

“Or well, losing them.”

“S-stop...”, Ashley pleaded weakly.

“YOU DO NOT GIVE ME ORDERS!”, Sahara shouted.

DISOBEYED THE MASTER

-5 VP

FIRST TIME BONUS

-5 VP

“I SAID STOP!”

Ashley jumped out of his seat and grabbed Sahara’s hand. Sahara gasped in utter shock and even Liz seemed surprised that Shortstuff was capable of such.

“Oh myyyyyyyy…..”, Ora poorly tried to hide a smirk as she hopped over. “Looks like the master finally put an end to this little tantrum. But how many points are that right now? Can we have a tallyyyy?”

“Minuf 38 Victory pointf”, Carol immediately responded. “That can’t be good.”

“Drongo ass bitch”, Liz cursed.

“S-so what of it?” Sahara yanked herself free but made no attempt at further aggression. “My daddy can just purchase me more points!”

“By the by…”, Ora began. “I graciously allow you to see these points gains and loss during orientation out of the pure goodness of my hearth, but during the actual competition these will be hidden. Yes, Miss Brainiac all questions will be answered later, put that hand down.”

After that the little host turned her attention back to her master. “Now, you were in the middle of chastising your future sex ****”

“SHUT THE FOOK UP, YA DRONGO SHEILA, OR I’LL DO IT FOR YA!!!”

Liz roar cut through the arena like a tornado. It was fierce enough to actually cause Sahara to go silent.

Ashley, with as much willpower as he could still muster, pointed towards one of the free mats and then as if to take off the edge added. “Please, Miss Marvelous. Please just sit.”

For a brief moment, matters appear to escalate once again, but perhaps to the surprise off most, Sahara actually conceded.

“Very well! This is a contest of some sort, is it not? In that case all I have to do is win! A Marvelous always wins!”

With remarkable swagger, Sahara moved to the free mat that was directly in the middle and seated herself.

“Why didn’t fhe get a point for following orderf?”, Carol asked.

“Because our dear master decided to be a sissy about it”, Ora explained, seemingly more to someone else then Carol. “In my season points will not be earned so lightly! A pity, I know. After all, little Sahara so desperately needs points."

“Interefting”, Carol adjusted her glasses.