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Lacey’s almost to the end of the beam. Each slap the fat slob lands on her pale, plump rear causes her to cry out. All the overhead monitors display closeups of his fat cock pressed up against her butt. Some remote part of her wants to bend at the waist and spread her legs. To say screw it to the $100k if it means she gets a good lay.

His warm breath washes over her ear. "Just give in and take this dickin'." He wedges his cock in between the lush cheeks of her ass. "Bend over like a good little slut."

She shakes her head, strands of red hair sticking to the corners of her mouth. Just thinking of him mocking her mid-thrust has her blushing beet-red. A spell of dizziness hits her when she glances down, spotting her discarded yellow bikini stuck fast to the boards slathered in birdlime.

Over her shoulder, she says, "I'm thinking of spending my $100k. You can get blue balls for all I care. Bet you can't even get pussy anywhere other than this show."

The fat slob slaps his cock down against her ass. "Just wait til I'm balls deep in ya. See how much you feel like mouthing off then."

From the warehouse floor, Danny D says into his mic, "Seems like Lacey feels cocky enough to tease and taunt our staff member. Will he fuck her hard for her trouble? It's all quickly coming to a head, folks!"

Lacey stumbles, her balance nearly shot. The fat slob tries to take advantage by reaching for one of her wrists. His cock rubs over her inner thigh. When the blunt tip grazes against her pussy, she panics. Strategy be damned. She has to move and move now or she's fucked. Fucked hard, to hear Danny D tell it. Before he can grab her, Lacey turns her forward momentum into shaky, lunging steps.

Danny D stands just below the end of the beam and says into his mic, "Are we about to have a winner on Fucked or Fortune?" The thick bulge in his trousers shows his excitement. "I'll admit, it's not as much fun when no one gets fucked!"

The fat slob catches up to her at the end of the beam. His foot hooks her ankle and catches her off-guard as she falls to her hands and knees. A glance up at the monitors shows him reaching for her wide hips. Lacey bolts forward, crawling even as she can feel him start to grab and spread her legs. With a last-ditch effort, she kicks back before launching herself off the beam.

She finds herself in the arms of Danny D, his bulge against her hip. Above her head of red hair, he says, "We have a winner! Congratulations, Lacey! You've just won Fucked or Fortune!" He squeezes the naked girl tighter against him and palms her ass. "Tell us what you'd say to all those who wanted to see you get fucked!"

Lacey looks over to the balancing beam where the fat slob still stands, his thick cock as rigid as ever, the head tipped with pre. She sticks her tongue out. "Oh, they can all fuck off! I came here to win Danny, not get fucked!" The digital board overhead flashes 'FORTUNE' in gold letters as Ms. White wheels out a wheelbarrow stacked high with $100 bills. When the wheelbarrow reaches her, Lacey takes some of the $100 bills and rubs them over her bare, perky tits.

Ms. White steps up behind Lacey and drapes a black satin robe over her naked shoulders. When Lacey looks back to judge the robe’s length, the hem of it landing about mid-thigh on her, she sees the word ‘WINNER’ in gold letters across the back of the robe.

Danny D looks to the cameras. "Think you have what it takes to win big like Lacey here? Those of us here at Fucked or Fortune would love to see you try! We guarantee every girl who tries out always ends up either fucked..."

Lacey giddily finishes the slogan into the mic, "Or with a fortune!" She bumps her hip against Danny D's crotch. "Someone better come on the show and give Danny D some pussy. I almost feel bad he couldn't have mine!"

With a cheesy smile, Danny D asks, “Is that an offer, Lacey? Because I happen to have an offer for you!” He pauses for effect as the cameras keep rolling. “How would you like to double your winnings tonight? Care to make it double or nothing?” Nodding toward the digital board still displaying ‘FORTUNE,’ he continues, “All you have to do is compete against another winner for the chance to take home both your $100k and hers, for a total of $200k in prize money!”

Lacey doesn’t even hesitate. She lifts up on her tiptoes to say into the mic, “Yes, I’d love to win $200k! I don’t care who I have to beat around here. She’ll be the one taking all these big dicks, not me!”

Danny D turns Lacey toward the curtains at the entrance to the studio floor. With a hand under her robe, he fondles and squeezes her bubble butt. “Then look to the curtains there for your competitor! Let’s give a Fucked or Fortune welcome once more to Manli Choi, the short but spunky girl who dominated Strip Musical Chairs!”

The digital board stops displaying ‘FORTUNE’ as it starts to randomize the name of the new challenge instead. Manli comes out in a winner’s robe like Lacey’s, the robe cinched tight around her svelte midsection, the front of it open, baring the curves of her round tits. The black-haired girl walks over to Lacey and says to her, “Hope you came here ready to lose.” Manli does her hair up in a ponytail with a haughty sneer as she says, “Try not to cum too hard when they fuck you. I’ll be busy counting my money.”