New prize: for a month

As much fun as a few moments of humiliation would be, these hot girls can provide a lot more fun than that. You change the prize again, making it so that the loser had to be the winner's **** for a month. Of course, you also make it so that they're both 18 years old again and attend this school, so that you can watch the fun.

"Well, looks like the best girl came out on top," says Lindsay.

Hillary, bent over with exhaustion, pants heavily and mumbles something.

Lindsay runs her hands over her scalp, pushing off most of the muck to reveal her lush, red hair. "What was that, ****?"

The blonde girl stands up straight. "I said-"

"Shouldn't slaves address their betters from their knees?" interrupts Lindsay.

Hillary's face tightens up. She slowly sinks to her knees and looks down at the other girl's feet. "I said, you won, fair a square."

"That's right, I did. And as your new master, my first order is for you to clean me off."

You snap your fingers and several janitors enter the ring. Most of them start to sweep the food off the mat, but one sets a bucket of warm water next to Hillary. Still encrusted with food and feathers, she takes a sponge out of the water and stands up. Over the next few minutes she tenderly wipes down Lindsay, diligently following all the redheaded girl's instructions for getting every little spot.

Lindsay notices when the crowd cheers at Hillary cleaning her breasts, and instructs her **** to spend extra time there. The crowd roars at the sight of one starlet slowly rubbing the other's full chest.

When the cleaning is finally finished, Lindsay says, "Good. Now clean yourself off, I don't want a filthy **** following me around. But hurry up!"

As Hillary hastily cleans the food and feathers off herself, the janitors begin mopping down the ring. They soon have it spotless. You snap again and they bring out a large, ornate throne. Lindsay sits down on it, smiling out at the crowd like a Queen addressing her court.

When Hillary finishes cleaning herself she kneels down at Lindsay's feet. You get close and say, "Do either of you girls have anything to say about Lindsay's stunning victory?"

"Well," starts Lindsay, batting her long, dark lashes, "I think the fight spoke for itself. Hillary has something to say. Just let me tell her what it is real quick." She leans down and whispers in the blonde girl's ear.

Hillary listens to everything Lindsay says, then looks up at you. "Lindsay is the best. She..."

She pauses reluctantly, but a stern glance from Lindsay gets her going again. "She's way stronger than me, and smarter, and prettier, and a much better actress. The whole feud was my fault, Lindsay never did anything, I was just jealous."

Lindsay pats her new **** on the head, then sits back in her throne and smiles at the crowd as they chant her name.