Episode 1: Mansions, Quitters, and Chocolate Cake

Episode 1 opens up on a regal and vast estate. It’s perfectly trimmed green lawn stretches from one horizon to the next, only blocked by the coniferous forest that surrounds the estate. The massive mansion that sits upon this rich land is intimidating, but well meaning. It’s three stories of pillars, suits of armor, rugs and art.

Just a few minutes before something ominous struck twelves, the festivities began.

Sixteen Ferrari each a different color rolled up the serpentine driveway of the estate. From each car appeared a beautiful woman, like a diamond out of a velvet box. One by one they exited their cars, only to be escorted up the road to the mansion. They were quite the parade, sixteen women made up like angels and dressed like models. They wore dresses and suits all finely made and expertly fitted.

When they were finally assembled they were like a bed of roses begging to be picked.

“Hello ladies!” Standing before the group was handsome host and handsome narrator Terrace Oswald. As far as anyone knew he got the job completely on the merits of how good he looked in a suit, “What do you think of your new home?”

There was a generally approving murmur from the women, because of course there was. The dust here was probably made of solid gold. Most of them couldn't afford rent to live in the shadow of this place, let alone three months room and board.

“So the sixteen of you have taken on the challenge of earning a billionaire’s heart in just sixteen weeks. I don't think it will be easy, but judging from the beauties I see assembled before me, I think you're up to the task. Would you like to meet the man who you’ll all be competing for?”

They of course said yes because otherwise this would be an awkward introduction.

“Allow me to introduce Chance DuFran, billionaire inheritor, and the owner of 75% of a law degree!”

Chance, the tall blonde handsomish, billionaire in question came out the house. He cut a dashing figure in his blue suit. The nice cut almost made him look muscular. There were several murmurs of approval as Chance appeared. The show of course played a heroic score underneath his entrance, to give a real sense of fanfare to the event.

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Shuri

Egyptian

“Imma be real. I was expecting a troll in a solid gold suit. It’s a huge weight off my shoulders to know that he’s just a frat boy. Frat boys are my best customers.”

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Deborah

New Zealander

“The twenty year age gap really became clear when he stepped out. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling a little self conscious next to the other girls. I’m really going to have to play up the cougar angle if I’m going to have a chance.”

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Eve

Hybrid

“It felt like my entire life finally had meaning. I don’t know how to explain it. Seeing him I became whole, life rushed into me, it’s like he was Pygmalion and I was his statue.”

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For one of the girls the experience was a little more breathtaking than the others. Up until now Eve the hybrid 'Man Worshiper' has been blindfolded, to ensure she didn’t accidentally imprint on any male other than Chance.

Well at long last, nineteen years of genetic destiny were about to be met. With a flourish her handlers removed the blindfold and aimed her sight true.

She let loose an elated gasp as her eyes found his body. Nineteen years and she’d only ever seen women. She’d often imagined what a man would look like. She knew what their hands felt like, their mouths. She knew how to worship their cocks with her holes, but she’d always wondered what they looked like.

It was funny. They looked so much like women, but they’d truly perfected the human form. It was so superior in half a million ways. It was hard to focus on just one aspect of his perfection. So she turned her reverence inward.

Now that she knew what her god looked like, she now truly understood herself. She had an ass for him to grope. Lips for him to kiss. Breasts for his teeth to bite. A body for his hands to handle. A cunt for his cock to stretch. She existed for him.

“Master,” She whispered as tears rolled down her face. She at last had a master.

While she was having that moment of cosmic clarity the other girls were nodding in various degrees of pleasure at their potential husband. All were pleased, few were impressed, none were disappointed.

“Hey ladies,” Chance flashed his smile which for all his flaws, was one of the best around.

“Hi Chance...Master...Daddy.” Came the almost uniform response. Chance was obviously happy about what he saw. Which was no big surprise, because.... well you know, “You all look great! I’d be a lucky boy to have any of you. Tragically there can only be one, so let’s get this show rolling."

The crew members, various assistants, handlers and goons approached the small mob of women.

Our handsome host Terrace once more took the stage, “Now first things first. Our assistants will be coming around to distribute a Horny Pill to each of you. Each week you’ll be required to take one of these, which will increase your sexual desires more and more with every pill.”

All the girls took the tablets easily enough. Even the puppy girl only needed to dab of peanut butter before she’d swallow hers. They were infamous for how reluctantly they took pills.

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Titsie

Mongolian

“I’m having the best freaking time. I got to go on a car ride, and I was such a good girl I’m the only one who got to eat peanut butter instead of yucky pills! I am horny though. I hope Master plays with me soon."

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Anna

Filipino

“I don’t know about the other girls, but I felt it immediately. I took that pill and my whole body grew warm and fuzzy. I felt like I really needed a cuddle. I guess I know what it feels like to do ****."

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Shani

Egyptian

"I’ve had better highs."

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Lauren

Burmese

"I’ve had better highs."

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“Okay everyone.” Terrace rubbed his hands together like he was starting a fire, “Now that everyone is nice and horny, let’s move on to our next section. Chance?”

Chance smiled and nodded, “I think trust is the most important thing about marriage. There should be no secrets between man and wife. That being said, strip!”

“Yes Daddy!” Jennifer our Cuban contestant threw the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let her silky blue dress melt to the floor. Her small bra-less breasts sprung into view. The view that captured everyone’s attention was a little further south however. Her tight ass was clad in a pair of bright pink ruffled panties, so bright they almost glowed in the dark. She was the first one to strip. Chance was expecting everyone to be wearing a sexy pair of silky undergarments, so Jennifer’s little girl panties were certainly eye catching. Especially when she started twirling one of her long purple pigtails in her hand.

Everyone stopped to gawk at Jennifer. She was smiling so coyly, so innocently. When she was sure she had Chance's attention she hooked both thumbs underneath her panties and turned around. She slowly started pulling her pink underwear down her juicy round ass as she bent at the waist. Down and down they went until just the barest glimpse of her hungry little cunt could be see. The camera was loving it. Judging by the tent in Chance’s pants, so was he.

Behind Jennifer followed several other panties dropping. Some lacey, some thongs. All of them over looked and over shadowed by Jennifer’s display.

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Shani

Egyptian

“When she pulled down those baby-ass panties I was like, ‘oh, so we’re here to play huh?’ Alright.”

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Jasmine

Puerto Rican

"That stupid bitch stole my idea. I had a pretty eye catching pair of latex panties on, with a zipper and everything. It’s just harder to remove my dress. So that little girl gets all the attention? That’s fine. Game on.”

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Jennifer

Cuban

“Oh did my little girl panties make Daddy hard in front of everyone? Woopsie! These girls are acting like I’m not here to win. I am here to win.”

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Chance was doing his best to hide a growing erection, and a blush riding up his face. The kinky stuff was happening already and they weren’t even completely naked yet. Life was good.

“Very nice ladies.” By now the whole of the group was naked. All except Titsie the puppy girl was was usually in the nude. “According to the rules of the competition you are all forbidden from orgasming during unauthorized times. To aide you in keeping to that rule the attendants will be dressing you all in a chastity belt. Gotta keep that purity for the wedding night right?”

There was a chorus of giggles, but one hand did shoot up into the air. It belonged to Lucy Chu, goddess on earth.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Is the chastity belt a temporary thing or will it be for the whole show?” Her voice was like violins playing.

“The whole show more or less.”

“Oh,” Her angelic face looked crestfallen, “Well that’s a shame. I’m going to have to withdraw from the competition.”

The earth stopped in it’s tracks as the sound of half a million heartbroken perverts screamed out at once. This was the darkest of all possible outcomes.

“W-what?” Chance gabbed.

She sighed then smiled. “I didn’t know about the chastity belt part of the competition sorry. I’m Chinese I’m going to get anxiety if I can’t masturbate. I’m just not going to make it. I’m sorry everyone, sorry for wasting your time. Most of all I’m sorry for you Chance. I feel like we could have had a truly special bond. Alas, we’re just two ships passing in the night.”

The attendants picked up her clothes and gently led her behind the production line.

“What an upset!” Terrace announced gleefully. “The woman everyone was betting on to win, drops out first thing! You can’t write this kind of television.” Terrace was having the time of his life while Chance could only sputter, clearly devastated.

“Now unless we have any more dropouts, let’s get those belts on!”

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Chance

Rich Guy

“I’m not going to lie to you guys. We took a big hit today. I thought I hit upon two jackpots when I saw Lucy on the show. I guess a man can only have so many blessings. Oh well, at least we get to have goodbye sex.”

“Actually Chance if a participant quits there is no goodbye sex. That’s only if you eliminate them or they’re disqualified.”

“What? No sex?”

“No sex.”

“The hits keep coming.”

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The girls were easing into their new fashion accessory. None of them were at the point where the belt was a real problem, but it wouldn’t be long before they were **** to get it off. A few more pills and these mildly annoying accessories would become the bane of their existence, and the only thing keeping them in the competition.

Slowly dresses were being put back on, and makeup reapplied as the girls were done being strapped in.

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Anna

Filipino

"I’m pretty stoked about the Chasity belt. It feels great. It’s like Chase already owns me, owns my pussy. Plus it’s just a great model. The Love Tight, Pampered House **** Edition. I’m pretty sure by the feel and the lock. It’s a good product. I may be in trouble though. If I’m really determined to masturbate this thing isn’t slowing me down. Maybe they'll let me put on a more heavy duty one later one. Or maybe Chance can tie me up to keep me from touching myself. My hands would have to me in mitts so I couldn't pick the locks. Mmmm tied up, cuffed, mitted, let's say blind folded, just so I'm a little more discombobulated. Dang all of that will only make me more determined to masturbate... I'm starting to think I may be in trouble."

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The cameras took their time grabbing shots of all the girls in their belts. Various shots of the beauties lifting their dresses to reveal the the metal accessory. Each belt had a lovely little lock in the shape of a heart with the girl's name engraved on it.

“You all look lovely ladies,” Terrace announced when the shots were complete, “Because we were unfortunate enough to loose Lucy so soon there will not be a competition today. So we’ve decided to let you all have the run of the mansion in until 8:00 at which point we’ll be serving dinner and drinks in the ballroom. Consider it a small welcoming party.”

Several of the girls were taken away for private interviews, but the rest were left to explore their new house.

Chance’s parents were cartoonishly wealthy. Every stereotype in the book for rich people was here. In door and outdoor pool? Check. Bowling Alley? Check. Butlers, maids, chefs? Check. A garage filled the vintage cars, a hedge maze, a forbidden attic, a parlor, porch, smoking room, tennis court, and movie theater? Check. That was just the stuff they were allowed to see. They didn’t even know about the fallout shelter.

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Shokouh

Afghan

"This place is crazy, I feel like a princess. We all have our own room, walk in closet, maid and butler. I thought it would be cool to be rich, but now I know I need this. Check it out.”

Shokouh turns around in her chair to address a man off camera. "Hey Guiles can you get me a soda?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Look at that! The doorman at my apartments spits on me when I enter the building!"

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Ester

Haitian

"Every year the Denver Tribune makes a list of the best family friendly restaurants to visit in the city. I'm proud to say that Chop Chop was number two this year, number three last year, and number four the year before. So you can bet your britches we're aiming for number one this year."

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Over in the indoor pool two of our girls decided to enjoy themselves before the party. A little rest, a little play, a little plotting.

Monica was looking like a snack in her black bikini. It clung her her delicious curves so loyally, giving viewers something fun to think about as they went to sleep. The tiny straps of fabric were only held together by a pair of silver rings, which served to reveal even more skin. She was primping and preening for the cameras.

“Jennifer and I figured since Chance isn’t going to be available until eight we should take advantage of his hospitality. You like?” She slid a thumb underneath her bikini bottom and posed. The cameraman and boom mic operator nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m here I’m here!” Into the room came Jennifer our Little pop star. “Sorry I’m late! I got lost in this place it’s so big!”

Monica took a minute to admire the tan beauty before her. The age play obsessed girl was dressed in a bright pink one piece swimsuit that had a little tutu around the waist. She was cute, she’d give her that. “You make a pretty good little girl.”

Jennifer sighed and squeezed her thighs together at the complement, whining, “Don’t say stuff like that. At least not while we’re on these pills.” For her part she stuck her tongue out at the cameras, gave a peace sign, and a few coy winks. She made sure they got lots of cheesecake before she jumped into the pool.

Her intricate purple pigtails were ruined in seconds. Weighed down with water they now clung to her back like lavender strips of seaweed. She giggled, and dove back under the water gliding around like a mermaid.

The enthusiastic dive was met with a more tempered response from Monica. She eased her way into the water, making sure to keep her hair high and dry. Her toes were just touching the floor, so it only took the barest of arm movement to keep her head above water.

When Jennifer finally popped out of the water she was wet as a clam and her tiny brown nipples were drilling through her swimsuit. “Marco!” The young swimmer grinned.

“It's Monica actually.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes and doggy paddled. "You're not going to be any fun are you?

"We can play later little girl, right now I'm here on business."

"Boring!"

"I saw that stunt you pulled during the opening ceremonies."

Jennifer feigned embarrassment. She brought both hands up to her face and shook her head back and forth, "You saw my panties? OMG that's so embarrassing!"

"I don't think so. I actually think it was a pretty good play. I like your style Jennifer, and I think we might make a good team."

"The Final Two?" Jennifer was suddenly all business. Monica was almost surprised by how quickly she dropped the little girl act. Her artificially pink eyes suddenly gleamed with a sharp nature that Monica suspected was always there.

"That's what I'm thinking," An actor recognizes another actor. Monica knew from the minute she saw Jennifer prancing around in her panties that she'd found a kindred soul. Beneath all that pink, and glitter was a plotter.

"Swear?"

"Pinky Swear."

The cameras faded out from that conversation, leaving the rest to the imagination, and bonus content on the dvd release. There was a short montage of the other girls getting to know the house. Lana checking out the library, Miracle sneaking into the kitchen as the cooking staff was hard at work, Lauren sliding down the banister. It seemed that everyone was very pleased with their new mansion.

The free hours passed like a flash and before long it was time for them to dress back up and prepare for the party.

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7:30 Debbie was feeling really good about the MILF angle. 8:45 her confidence was starting to wane. Wearing a full on cheetah print dress was feeling like a foolishly bold move at this point in the game, and she was sipping wine to hide her embarrassment.

The set up for the party was a bit strange, and Debbie figured that it was deliberately done that way. It was set up like a high school prom with several small tables set around the massive room. Rather than one big table where everyone could talk to each other easily, it was forcing the girls into groups. Better yet, only a couple of the ladies could sit with Chance.

Specifically it was Jasmine who was clutching onto one of his arm like a koala to a tree, and Eve who was massaging his shoulders in a euphoric haze. There should have been a third chair at the table, but it was mysteriously missing.

"What a bitch," June sighed, sinking into her chair. The young Barista was swirling her chicken breast around in it's sauce. "Think she's ever going to give anyone else a chance with him?"

"Doubt it," Shokouh replied, shaking her head, "Me thinks the nun is a tad possessive."

Deborah joined in the sighing. This welcoming party, and quickly turned into a pity party, "I'm sorry gals but you know she's not obligated to share. She's trying to win the game."

"I know," Shokouh admitted, "She's just trying to **** us in to being bitches in front of him. If we go in trying to act like it's our turn, she's going to play the victim."

"Well," Deborah adjusted the bands on her stockings, eyeing Chance as she did, "We just have to find a way to turn that around on her."

"Like how?"

"I dunno. I'm thinking."

Underneath the table Deborah felt something rub against her stocking clad leg. A quick glance revealed a young Asian woman on all fours looking up at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes... and ears, and tail. "Well hey there little girl, where'd you come from?"

She ran her hand over the young girls, scalp and grinned as she laid down on her back, "God, what was her name? I can't remember." She looked over her shoulder at June and Shokouh for help.

"Titsie," June remembered.

"Titsie! Hey girl," As the puppy girl laid on her back the older woman batted her breasts around with gentle hands. The two large orbs Jiggled and rippled pleasingly. "I bet I know how you got that name." The house pet groaned happily, and panted with a faint grin. "You know my husband and I had a puppy girl for a few months, just to see if we could handle having a real dog."

Shokouh laughed, "I bet I'd make a lot more money if I walked Mongolian girls around the city instead of real dogs. Are they easier to handle Debbie?"

"I guess it just depends on the girl. In my experience they're usually pampered rotten isn't that right Titsie?" The big breasted girl nodded proudly, "Too bad she's got that belt, she's not going to get any pets for a while."

"What?"

"When you pet a puppy girl, you rub her cunt. She's locked up tight though." Titsie whined as Deborah ran her fingers over the lovely metal belt.

"I feel your pain girl. I feel like I'm already going through withdrawal. I usually only got this long without masturbating when I'm asleep. Oh man I'm going to be in this thing for three months! Oh man. Now I know why that Chinese girl bailed."

June chuckled, feeling awfully secure in her self control. Sure she'd been feeling that buzz of horniness all day, but she wasn't an animal. If this was all the pills did to her, it was going to be a cake walk, "Well just imagine how good it's going to feel when you finally do get to touch yourself."

"I can't. Thinking about masturbating makes me want to masturbate."

"Well let's think of something else," June snapped her fingers to get the attention of the girl on the floor, "Hey Titsie. We're trying to figure out a way to get our time with Chance. Any ideas?"

The carefree face of the puppy girl, curled into a look of contemplation. She rolled off of her back and onto her hands and knees. She seemed to be considering the subject quite thoroughly before she left, without so much as a bark.

"I think I made her think too hard," June snickered.

"She's heading towards Chance you bimbo," Shokouh joined in on the snickering. "She's going to show us her seduction skills."

"Who knows? She managed to capture Deborah's attention."

The three women looked on in bemusement as Titsie pranced over to Chance's table. The young puppy girl waggled her butt, and sent her tail butt plug wagging with it. On the floor she may have had a low profile, but Chance still saw her coming from a whiles away, and watched her approach with the same amusement as the girls. When Titsie finally arrived at his table she didn't waste a moment of her time. The second she was there her tongue was out, and running along Chance's dress shoes. She brought her pink tongue over his shoes making them shine with a thin trail of saliva she lovingly left behind.

Shokouh threw her hands to her face, blushing red. "OMG!" She felt so embarrassed for the young lady.

If there was any shame to be had out of the situation, Titsie wasn't showing it. She alternated between long slow licks that left a trail of spit, and quick little strokes across both of his shoes. Chance was looking down in wonder at the young woman. Once she was making eye contact with the man Titsie only slowed down her licks. Making them long, and deliberate. She never broke her gaze from his. She looked at him with those big brown eyes wanting to catch ever facial twitch he made as she lavished his feet with her adoration. The heat in her pussy swelled tremendously as she saw a smile run across his face. She accidentally moaned out a low 'uuuun' sound as wave of pleasure rolled from her tongue to her caged pussy. She'd hadn't pleased an owner in so long. A blush crawled over her face, and she began panting for real. She attack his shoe with her tongue as if she was eating pussy, or kissing a lover.

"Well aren't you affectionate?" he finally cooed. He brought a hand down onto her head and ran it through her hair, causing her to shudder happily.

Titsie nodded her head enthusiastically before placing her cheek on his shoes, like a pillow. She laid herself down at his feet and closed her eyes like she was enjoying a nap. Though truly she was just basking in the presence of the man she wanted to be her master.

June and Shokouh were gob smacked by the display. More so because it'd worked!

"I can't believe I'm jealous of her," June sighed, sinking ever further into her chair.

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Titsie

Mongolian

"Master actually had an erection when I was licking his shoes. I really thought about licking it, and giving it lots of kissies. But I got tossed out for being too sexy by my last owners, so I'm trying to be a good girl."

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Besides the tables where everyone was seated there was also a long oak table set against the wall. It was covered in cakes, puddings and other deliciously sinful treats.

“So you get turned on by food?” Emma our cheerleader was cutting herself a nice big slice of chocolate cake out from the three foot tall cake tower.

Miracle scoffed, as she leaned against the table. “I don’t get turned on by food. I like cooking, and sometimes I like to having food involved in sex.”

“I see.” The cheerleader scraped a layer of chocolate icing from the top of of her slice. Then without warning she painted Miracle’s neck with the sweet treat. The sugary icing trailed from her earlobe to her collarbone.

“Hey!” Miracle swatted the blonde’s hand away. She brushed her neck, before looking at her hand, finding it covered in icing.

Emma giggled, and sucked her finger clean, “I’m sorry how rude of me. Let me help clean you up.”

She went in for the kill. Like Titsie and a pair of shoes Emma brought her tongue to Miracles throat and with a single long wet stroke brought it up to her ear.

Emma tasted her victim's sweet skin. She felt her smooth neck grow rough with goosebumps as a shudder ran along her body. She heard Miracle let loose a **** groan.

Miracle gripped onto the back of Emma’s cheerleader outfit. A rolling wave of pleasure flowed from her neck down. She shuddered and curled her toes in delight as her neck was licked clean. Those pills were really something. By the time Emma ended her cleaning Miracle was panting, and holding onto the table for support.

“All clean.”

“You...” Miracle gulped for air, “You missed a spot.”

“No, I think I was pretty thorough, I...” before Emma could finish, Miracle brought a hand covered in icing across the Blonde’s neck coating her throat with a thick brown hand-print. The hand-print was followed my Miracle’s tongue which was work hard to clean up the mess she’d just made.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Emma gasped.

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Lana

Austrian

“I was really feeling out of my depth on the first night. I’d always been so focused on my career I never had time for a relationship. Now I had to compete with all these women, it was so daunting.”

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“I can’t believe this.”

Gabby‘s arms were firmly crossed over her chest. Her lovely blue dress wrinkled underneath their weight. She was practically gritting her teeth as she watched three different women just lavish affection onto Chance. He was loving it.

“I know,” Esther one of the two girls she was sharing the table with shook her head along with Gabby, “This dude’s a billionaire and his chef still serves dry chicken.”

She dropped her fork to its plate, “Tacky.”

“No,” Gabby pulled one of her short hairs off of her dress, “I’m talking about Chance.”

“Oh I know. That boy’s in hog heaven.”

“I just don’t get it, he never used to be like this.”

Esther scoffed. She pushed her half eaten meal away from her, and leaned in on the table, “I’m pretty sure this is how he’s always been. The only difference is now he has a reason for women to be like that towards him.” She pointed a finger at the puppy girl working his shoes over with her tongue. Ester crinkled her nose in disgust, clearly displeased with the display.

“I guess.”

“The only thing I’m confused about is why you’re sitting at the loser table with me and diaper girl instead of getting in the game.”

“What?” Gabby squealed.

“My name is Lana.”

“You did probably the stupidest romantic gesture I’ve ever seen. Now instead of taking advantage of your situation, and fighting for your man, you’re wasting your time with us.”

“I’m not wasting my time, I’m just waiting for him to...”

“Love you? What? Create a whole sex themed show for himself?”

“Well what about you? You’re not doing anything.”

Esther laughed and leaned back. She stretched, and smiled, “I’m here for the free advertisement. I have no interest in that man or his money. I know what I want out of this show. I got to rep my restaurant any extra time I spend here is just free vacation. You need to know what you want. I have no idea what diaper girl is up to.”

“My name is Lana.”

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Gabby

Ecuadorian

“It was some tough love, but Esther was right. Prom went almost exactly the same way. He was dancing with Tiffany Lyons and I just sat at a table all night waiting for him to ask me to join him. I feel like if I keep waiting for him to come to me, I’m never going to get to dance.”

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Deborah pinched her tights between her fingers and gave them a few snaps, ignoring the tingling feeling her legs were giving her.

"He keeps looking over here," June whispered. "I bet he wants one of us to come over."

"You mean rescue him," Shokouh snickered.

"I know. He's got a girl on his arm, a girl on his back, and a girl at his feet. The guy can't move. It's like, give him some space sluts."

"Think I should go over there?"

"What? He's looking at me."

Feeling secure that her stockings were on properly, Deborah stood to her feet. "Wish me luck gals."

She popped a table mint into her mouth, and nodded, "I'd start wearing stockings by the way. He can't keep his eyes off 'em."

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Deborah

New Zealander

"One foot in front of the other, that's what I kept telling myself. I was so nervous I though I was going to hurl. How does a person even walk sexy? I have no idea. I just kept putting on foot in front of the other."

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Panting heavily Emma ripped her top up over her tits. This revealed a distinct lack of bra, two small breasts, and two very big very pink areolas. Her pale unmarked skin did not stay that way of long. She took a fistful of cake and smeared in across her chest, before she grabbed one of her tits and gave it a long loving squeeze.

"Oh my God Emma, you're such a slut." That of course didn't stop Miracle from practically inhaling one of Emma's tiny chocolate covered tits. She sucked and licked at her pink nipples until all the flavor was gone. At which point her kissing, and licking mouth moved on to the next filthy, tasty patch of skin.

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Heels clicking, ass swaying, dress stretching, Deborah had made her approach.

Chance gulped as the older woman stood before him. She was five feet six inches of tasty, or whatever that converts into in New Zealand measurements. Four and a half Kiwis, something like that. She was wearing a pair of black stockings that Chance hadn't been able to stop looking at all night. He'd always had a thing for nylon, and here she was. When she was sitting down he could see the bands, and the straps of her garter belt, but it was all hidden by her dress now. A tacky-ass cheetah print dress, that didn't even fully cover her cheetah print bra that was struggling to keep her large giggly boobs from overflowing. She looked cheap, but that somehow made it hotter. In her interview she'd been looking like a mom, in her jeans, and sweater, but now she was looking like a milf.

"You know, some women like a man who can take charge," New Zealand was probably at the bottom of the sexy accent list, but Chance wanted to hear every word she had to say.

"Oh yeah?" Chance smirked and leaned back in his chair.

"Not me though, I love shy boys," She kicked on of her heels off, and remained perfectly balanced on one foot. Now that's talent. "You've been a naughty boy all night. Trying to peek up my dress."

She took her shoeless foot, and pressed it against his crotch. It only took a moment of searching before she found his hard cock. She ran her foot up it's length before putting a good amount of pressure on it, "You've been staring at my stockings all night you little pervert."

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June

Vietnamese

"That woman is my hero."

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Deborah

New Zealander

"AHHHHHH! I can't believe I was doing that! It all just came tumbling out of me, I was so embarrassed. But when I felt his dick against my food, I knew he was into it. Which just lit me on fire. I haven't felt sexy in so long, and now this handsome little stud was practically jizzing his pants from a little rub from my feet. Even if I don't win that game, that experience was worth a million bucks."

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"Um, Excuse me," Jasmine, the latex nun who'd been on Chance's arm all night stood to her feet, "We were in the middle of a conversation."

"Oh?" Deborah moved his foot left and right, up and down, "Well if that's the case I'll get out of your hair. I wouldn't want to interrupt Chance's time with his little friends."

"No actually," Chance's voice was hoarse, and a little shaky. It was hard to keep a steady voice when you were subtly bucking you hips into a woman's foot, "Eve and Jasmine were just leaving."

"As you wish Master," Eve immediately let go of Chance's shoulders and left the table.

Jasmine looked like she was ready to put at a fight, but when Eve left without so much as a complaint, her own protest was dead in the water, "Well... have fun you to. Don't do anything I wouldn't."

To her credit she smiled and walked out gracefully. Though in truth her temper was running so hot it was a surprise that her latex wasn't melting into a puddle beneath her.

Down at Deborah's feet Titsie was staring up at her with those big puppy dog eyes. Which just melted Deborah's heart, "Of course you can stay. Isn't that right Chance?"

"Y-yes."

Titsie squealed happily, and started to lick Deborah's shoe in thanks.

Chance could only moan at the sight. His foot fetish was blown on the first day! He hoped this didn't mean that every conversation between him and a girl was going to start with them stepping on his crotch. At the moment however, the foot pressed against his member was exquisite, and he had no complaints. Plus the sight of the puppy girl licking another woman's feet was making his chest feel hot and tight.

"Now Chance I was hoping for a few minutes of your time, to get to know you. Before I turn you over to the other girls. How's that sound?" Her nylon covered feet continued to make little circles around Chance's crotch.

His answer unfortunately, is lost to the ages. By that point in the night the cake fueled groping over by the dessert table had reached its peak. Emma and Miracle were now in a state of full undress with an entire chocolate cake squished between them. Their needy hands were roaming over each other's body. Their hands spread and smeared cake and icing along each other's bodies. Emma had two brown hand prints left on her pale ass from where Miracle had been kneading. The two were kissing frantically, between long lustful licks over their filthy sweet bodies. They banged against the table rattling plates and dishes. Their legs were between each others, both uselessly humping their legs for what little sensation they could milk with their belts on. With their pussies all but off limits they had to make due with groping each others breasts to please the other. Their breasts were smeared with saliva, cake, and speckled with hickeys and marks from their lustful squeezing.

Just as Chance was ready to give his answer the two girl knocked over several dishes, and feel wetly to the ground. Which brought their little affair to light. Everything came to a halt as the room, girls, bachelor, and technicians stopped to stare at the impassioned cake covered girls.

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Deborah

New Zealander

"You win some and you lose some. The minute Chance saw those two rutting on the floor, I knew I was done."

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Miracle

Congolese

"Oh my goodness. I'm so embarrassed. I'm usually so put together, but when I saw Emma smearing that cake over her tits I couldn't help myself. It's those stupid pills I swear. Oh well. At least we gave Chance something to look at."

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Chance went running to the two girls, even with his boner he was there in a flash. Leaving poor Debbie doing the Captain Morgan pose, with no dick to pose on.

"Are you alright? Is anyone hurt?" Chance kneeled down to get a good look at the writhing girls, checking for blood or broken glass.

"Help us Chance," Emma whined throwing her head back as Miracle bit her neck, "We're two filthy sluts, and we need you to clean us."

Miracle gushed in agreement, "Lick us clean baby. We're two chocolate covered cunts, ready to fuck."

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Chance

Lucky Fuck

"This show was the best idea anyone's ever had."

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Unfortunately that's all the time we have for today folks. Before we send you away we're going to give you Lucy Chu's goodbye interview, and scenes from our next episode. Now if you liked Give Love a Chance stay tuned after this episode with an exclusive interview with the fan favorite from our interview episode. Until then, I'm Terrance Oswald, and I'm Here to Give Love a Chance.

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Lucy Chu

Chinese

"Hey everyone Lucy Chu here. I just want to apologize to everyone for dropping out without even a fight. I came here with the intention of doing my best, and fighting for love, and I let everyone down."

"Still you've got 15 beautiful women still in the competition to root and cheer for. I wish all of them the best, and am so disappointed that I didn't get to know any of them. I'm wishing them all the best, and can't wait for the reunion episode!"

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Scenes from our next episode:

"Get out of here, that woman has powers."

"We're wet for you Daddy!"

"I don't respect anyone who can't control their urges."

"I'll kill you!"

"I'm just glad we're getting this challenge out of the way early."

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Thanks for all the wonderful feedback I got to the last chapter, I really appreciate it. I hope we can continue to have an active and fun conversation throughout this story. As such don't forget to leave a comment voting for your favorite girl of the episode. Next chapter will be an interview with Titsie for winning the votes from the interview episode, at 1.5 votes :p.

Also one of the comments talked about producing smaller chapters. Would you guys prefer that over the longer ones I'm currently putting out? Let me know.

On the subject of pee: The heart wants what the heart wants.