Evelyn, 28 Year Old Housewife

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The curtain in the studio rose once again as the sound of music and cheering filled the air. That was her cue. Evelyn stepped forward, feeling her legs turn weak, her throat dry, and a storm raging in her stomach. The plump woman made her way onto the stage with an uncertain step. The studio, full of sponsors and lights, looked modern enough, yet it still felt as if it had been designed by a horny teenager obsessed with pink.

A month ago, Evelyn had signed up for the show without telling anyone. She wanted to fix her life. To make her husband love her more. To find joy in small things again. To feel alive again. Of course, she dreamed of winning the prize too, but deep down she wanted only one thing — for Robert to look at her the way he used to. Maybe that was why they had chosen her, she thought.

From afar she could see Jack and Chrissi — two people she had heard hundreds of times when Robert would watch the show after work. Now she was almost afraid to meet them in person. Behind them stood the cases — the very ones that would decide her fate.

Jack was delivering his usual opening speech, his voice bright and cheerful, like a detergent commercial. Evelyn sat down in the chair prepared for her.

When Jack finally finished his usual opening speech, Evelyn was already seated, doing her best to look calm.

“Well, Evelyn,” Jack began, his voice smooth and practiced, “how are you feeling tonight? What brings you to us? Tell us a little about yourself, sweetheart!” He laughed, and the audience joined in.

“Good evening, everyone…” she answered softly. “I’m twenty-eight years old…” Evelyn tried to recall everything she was supposed to say about herself. “I’m from a small town… oh, I have to say hi to my mom and dad! Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!”
The tremor in her voice betrayed her nerves. Jack made a gentle hand motion for her to continue. “I graduated in veterinary medicine… four years ago. I like, um… ordinary things. Cooking, cleaning… I try to keep everything perfect for my husband.”

She didn’t get the chance to finish before Jack cut in. “Oooh, sweetheart! So you’re a housewife! Do you have any kids?”

“Sort of… no, not yet. Rob said it’s not the right time to start a family.”

“So Rob’s your husband?”

“Yes. Robert’s my husband, we’ve been married for three years now. He really takes good care of me. He buys me everything I need, he even lets me see my friends… He has a very important job at the bank. Rob’s work is stressful, and I… I just want to be the best wife I can be for him.”

Jack raised his eyebrows and turned toward the audience, slipping easily into his commentator’s tone. “Well, folks, it turns out Robert is a big fan of our show! He’s probably lying on the couch right now watching us live!” A moment later he lifted a phone receiver to his ear. “And you know what? We actually managed to get him on the line! Say something to your husband, Evelyn!”

He handed her the phone. Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat. Fear twisted inside her, but so did relief — finally, she could show him she was really doing this for him.
“Robby! Hello? Are you there?!” she called into the receiver with a nervous smile.

“You stupid cow! Are you out of your mind?! Where the hell are you?!” Robert’s voice exploded through the studio speakers.

The audience let out a mixed gasp and uneasy laughter. Evelyn turned pale, frozen in place. Before she could respond, Jack gently took the phone from her hand. “We’ll get back to your husband later,” he said calmly, placing the receiver down and ending the call.

Evelyn stared at the black screen of the phone. Robert’s voice was still echoing in her ears. She knew everyone in the studio had just witnessed her shame. Jack turned back to her, smiling brightly.

“Evelyn, do you know the rules of our show?”

“Yes, of course I do…” Evelyn replied quietly, keeping her eyes lowered. “Five rounds. Twelve cases in the first round, six in the second, three in the third, one in the fourth and fifth.” She recited almost automatically, like she’d memorized it.

Jack grinned widely. “Unless you turn into a bimbo… or a billionaire first! Haha! The bimbo cases are completely random, while the cash cases go up in value with each pick! Every money case you open increases your total!” The audience laughed, the lights pulsing rhythmically around them.

“Are you ready to begin?” Jack asked in his theatrical tone. “Our unluckiest contestant can’t wait to see which one you’ll choose!”

Chrissi bounced excitedly at the side of the stage, giggling to herself. “Ooo, pick a pretty one, Evie! Hehe!”

“…I’m ready.” Evelyn answered after a short pause. She knew there was no turning back now.

“Perfect! In that case…” Jack spread his arms dramatically as the cameras swung toward the line of glowing pink cases. “Pick a number, Evelyn.”

“Number one, please.”

“Chrissi, sweetheart! Chrissi, wake up!” Jack called toward the busty blonde.

“Oh! Sorry! I must’ve drifted off again! Which number am I opening?” she asked with a bright smile, tossing her hair.

“Number one, please, Chrissi.” Evelyn felt her stomach tighten as the blonde stepped toward the first pedestal. A glowing dollar sign appeared on the screen above it.

“Congratulations! You’ve got 0,01 $!” Jack clapped his hands theatrically. “The first step on your road to a billion! Go ahead, pick your next case.”

Evelyn smiled nervously. The audience laughed, and for a moment she thought maybe luck would stay on her side after all. “Number three.” Her voice trembled slightly, but she tried to keep smiling.

Chrissi moved to the next pedestal and opened the case with exaggerated flair. As the metal lid lifted, Evelyn already knew what she’d see.

“Your first bimbo case!” Jack shouted, as the audience erupted into laughter and applause.

“The first category you’ve landed on is…” Jack drew out the pause as the lights dimmed. “…Lips!”

Evelyn knew she would have to face a bimbo case sooner or later, but fear still coiled in her stomach.

“And here are the choices for our audience!” Jack raised a hand toward the massive screen as four options appeared.

LIPS

1. Cock Worshipper – The lips gain a shape and softness designed for oral devotion. Even casual speech carries the rhythm of slow, sensual sucking.
2. Crimson Sin – The lips never lose their color, not even after hours of kissing. The red looks too perfect, as if blood itself wanted to stay there forever.
3. Never Too Much Botox – The lips become perfectly symmetrical, always swollen as if freshly injected. The skin around them tightens and gleams, their beauty a little cheap, a little plastic, and just unsettling enough.
4. Tongue of Nightmares – The tongue grows several inches longer, slick and flexible like a living muscle. It often slips out on its own, eager to coil, lick, and suck with unnatural precision.

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