Rumbles and Roommates

“Okay guys, that’s it. Great first episode.” Skylar was glowing with delight. “Now that the cameras are off do you guys want to hang out and get some drinks? The club is… oh, you’re all leaving. Okay maybe tomorrow! Remember brekky is at eight, and we start filming at 10!” She waved goodbye to everyone as they started going their own ways, as far from her as they could.

Nzinga lead most of the group to show them where their rooms would be. All except Cleopatra who went her own way. Her regal form drifted its was over the now freckled balcony, held head high. Though dead last in the ratings she still cut a proud and confident figure. She calmly closed the door, and immediately collapsed on the floor. Sobs raking her body, as wave after wave of unbearable emotion assailed her. She clutched her chest, and howled, feeling as if she was being ripped in half.

Before she could get ahold of herself the door leading to the hallway opened up. Cleopatra tried to cover herself and get away, but it was no use. She was in Helen’s war embrace. This just made Cleo feel even more pathetic, and the tears would not stop. Even as Helen whimpered and petted the queen. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this!” Cleopatra wailed. “That man, that thing! I can’t be around him, it’s agony!”

“Yes you can.” Helen clutched, Cleo in her arms. “Yes you can, Cleopatra, you can.”

“I’d rather die!”

“No.” Helen shook her. Then gave her a harsh look, that was incongruous with her beautiful face. “You and me we’re the same Cleopatra, and I’m not going back to the hurricane.”

“He’s evil Helen!”

“He is, but all men are Cleo. We don’t get a Say in who we marry, or what we do with our bodies.” She gently wiped a tear away from her face. “That’s just not in the cards for us.” She clutched Cleo and let her sob into her bosom. “You can thank Eve for that.”

“He wants to hurt us.”

“I know.”

“How?” Cleopatra had a barrage of questions to go with that, but she simply couldn’t get them out. Each more horrible than the last, and each so soul-shattering she could not bring them to her lips. So it was simply, how?

“We are but play things to the gods Cleopatra. I’m sorry you ever thought you were in charge of your own destiny. It was a cruel trick.”

Cleo sobbed some more, but the worst of it was over. Before long she was able to reign in her emotions and return to her regal bearing, thoug the occasional sniffle would break that facade. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

“Don’t give it a moment’s thought.”

Helen nodded, dabbing her runny eyes on her wrist. She admired the beautiful Helen for a moment. She’d misjudged the girl this whole time, she realized. There was a strength behind that beauty. A stoic nature hidden behind the smile and glamor. “You know of course, the others can never know you saw this.”

“Of course.” Helen nodded along. “Just know if you ever need to fall apart…” She placed her hand on Cleopatras. “You can come to me to put the pieces back together.”

Cleopatra

Queen of the Nile

“It was really sweet. I’m… I’m thankful she did that, but I don’t get it. In this game are we all a team? Or are we all out for ourselves? It’s too confusing for tonight. I just want to get some sleep and watch the sunrise tomorrow.”

Helen

Princess of Troy

“She just needed a friend.”

Nzinga led her little herd of hussies through the lodge, and into the lobby which was surprisingly busy. Couples sat around the fireplace, bellhops escorted luggage to their destination, and the film crew all went their separate ways for the nights.

“There are other people here?” Boudica waved her hands high above her head. “Oi! Everyone call the cops, we’ve been kidnapped!”

The people all smiled, and waved at her like she was an attraction at a museum.

“Tried that.” Nzinga says leading them through. “They work for the show or something, they’re useless. They just act like we’re all on some family-friendly vacation.”

Erica pauses. “There are no children. Who are they?”

“Kline from Texas, and Janet from Minnesota. You can talk to them if you want, they’re very friendly.”

“I’ll pass. Are they alive?”

“That’s a little too philosophical for me. Some of them you can tell know something. The others.” She made a farting noise, and shrugged.

As they went through the Lobby Erica caught sight of a few magazines. There the devil was modeling a watch or being declared sexiest man of the year, decade, and century. Personally, she didn’t see it. The whole lobby was off actually. The art on the walls done in that classic WPA styling of the the program, was rather raunchy. A naked woman in cowboy boots, held her hat and peered off into a distant snowscape, at a departing cowpoke. Three women, Progress, Innovation and Reason reached down from the heavens to help a working-class man, out of the wilderness of poverty, and though these women were angelic in bearing they wore cleavage flashing dresses, and rolled-up stockings, looking like old-timey prostitutes rather than goddesses of the new man. The depictions of workers were likewise sexualized, big brawny men shirtless, sweating and flexing, working in groups to change America forever. Erica rather liked the shirtless miners, with gloves, glistening and black dust-caked. **** on coal dust must have made him horny as hell because there was no other explanation for the bulge in those overalls.

“We’re all in this kind of tower, thing on this side of the lodge,” Nzinga explained, gesturing to a map of the lodge. We’ve each got a suite on a different floor, and Satan’s got the penthouse.”

“Cozy.” Erica looked at the map. “Man this place has everything.”

“Mhm.” Nzinga agreed. “Spa, arcade, gym, restaurants, theaters, and whatever else we need to be added on. I don’t know about you guys but I hadn’t bathed in anything that wasn’t a flaming river of blood, for centuries. So I needed a cold shower when I got here.”

“Mmm that sounds nice.” Olympias purred, ducking her head under a door frame.

“Your bedroom are each going to be stocked with clothes for you, there’s also T.V, computers, and welcome baskets.”

“Are you getting paid for this tour?” Boudica asked, scratching her ass.

“I just want to make sure, my sisters in servitude get off to a good start.”

“Mhm. Well fine, show me where I’m bunking.” Nzinga pointed to the second floor. “The Love and Desire Room with, Helen.”

“Pfft.” Boudica smiled. “The pretty girl, and the tomboy. Alright, I’ll see ye cunts tomorrow.” She gave a wave and headed for the elevator.

Olympias nods her head. “Thanks for the tour.” She too heads out, no doubt eager to find clothing to fit her massive body.

Helen and Cleo were missing, so Nzinga only had to worry about getting Erica and Eve to their suite, before she dealth with Diaochan and company. “Let me at least walk you two to your room.” The two consented and the group walked quietly there. Though no one said it, the lot of them were exhausted. Coming back from the dead would have tuckered anyone out, but the show was making it extra taxing.

“Eve and Erica, this is you.” Nzinga gestured to a set of double doors.

Eve squinted at the nameplate. “The fawning fawn retreat?” She cocked a thick eyebrow.

“That sure sounds like me.” Erica scoffed, and opened the thing up, ready to feast on whatever fresh horror awaited inside. She was expecting a kiddie pool filled with foam, and at least two sex swings. “What the?” What she got instead was the sickest fucking hotel room she’d ever been in. It had three level, each separated by a half flight of stairs. The top-level seemed to be the kitchen, and dining area, complete as well as the entrance. Then there was a series of planters, before it dropped down to the living room, with couches, and a T.V. Then more planters, and finally the third level which had a fire place operating the two beds, both of which looked out onto a balcony, which had a view of a lake, and a hot tub! She supposed it you looked at it right, it may have looked something like a hidden glade. The art and decorations were very nature-themed as well. Lots of wood. “Ah man I don’t want to get lured in by the glamour… but this is awesome!”

“Yahoo!” Eve agrees, ran into the room, leaped to the very bottom like she was spider-gwen, and started jumping on one of the beds.

“I really hope tomorrow isn’t a physical challenge.” Nzinga sighed, watching that super human display. She patted Erica on the shoulder. “Get some sleep kid.”

Erica tilts her head for a moment. She couldn’t stop herself from admiring the way the woman on the bed jiggled along with the motion of her graceful jumps. She was a dream, or at very least a vision. She seemed to be doing it all in slomotion, her already generous breast would have done nicely, but thanks to Boudica’s bimbo body, Eve too hard oversized breasts, and the physics on them were amazing to behold. Their pairing as roommates was suddenly making a whole lot of sense to Erica. “Very funny.” She sighed and entered the room. With her hands in her pockets, she made the trek over to the other bed, where a gift basket was waiting for her. She opened it up, curious as to what passed as hospitality in this nightmare. “Chocolate, guidebook, dildo, dildo, lube, dildo, commemorative t-shirt, and a key.” She turned it over, it wasn’t for their room number, it read ‘12’. “Did you get a key?”

Eve already had the t-shirt on, and her mouth smeared with chocolate. “Nope, but look!” She lifts up a large floppy dildo. “It’s a horse!”

“Nice! I got a dog.” She runs her finger along the teeth of the key. “When’s bedtime?”

“They didn’t say.”

“I’m gonna take a look around.” She jumped to her feet. “Gonna see if there’s a bar.”

“Kay.” Eve was back on her feet, exploring the room. “Wait before you go, look! They did a painting of us.”

Erica joined Eve at the fireplace and looked up. Sure enough, there was a painting hanging above them. It looked similar to The Creation of Adam, with a few key differences. First of all, it was Eve lounging on the mountainside. In her outstretched hand was a golden apple. Instead of god on the other side, it was Satan, whose hand had clearly just delivered the apple. The really interesting addition was Erica’s naked form. She was laid out on the mountainside, only she had her head between Eve’s legs, her face in ecstasy as she licked the woman out.

Erica cringed, who even had time to paint this? “I suppose that’ll be us by the end of all this?” So dumb, who’s that happy licking out a pussy? She looked at Eve, then again her juice probably tasted like fresh fruit or something ridiculous like that.

Eve shrugged. “If so, you’ll be my first. I’ve never slept with a woman.” She suddenly scowls. “The way god intended it!”

Erica straightens up, her own liberal sensibilities offended by the notion.

“Just kidding.” Eve snickers. “Though you would be the first woman.”

“Really? You really strike me as a free love type of gal.”

“Oh sure, but all the women I was around were my girls, and grandbabies.”

“Got it.” Erica sticks her hands in her jacket pockets. Not sure how to say what she wanted to say without coming off as a total bitch. “Eve you seem nice, but I’m not planning on giving this show what it wants. So I’m asking you, please don’t come on to me. Don’t sneak into my bed, or try to trick me into doing anything sexy. I’m not here for it.”

Eve nods. “Of course, I respect that.” She then turns to Erica, her smile never fading. “And I want you to respect that me winning this game is the most important thing in the universe. So if you plan on ending things prematurely with your Angel friend, I’ll have to stop you.” Her voice kept it’s sugary sweet tone, her face never turned harsh, and yet Erica knew exactly what Eve was saying, as if she’d spoken a thousand more words than those.

That though crept up Erica’s spine, in what must have been fear. Eve’s perfection did not just extend to her body. It was her mind to... her everything. She’d just perfectly communicated a threat to Erica, in a way that bypassed her ego completely. Erica just felt the threat to her life, ignite her survival instincts. Aderadline started pumping, knees started shaking. She couldn’t breathe!

“That’s enough Eve.” Joan appeared by Erica’s side, and ran her hand through Erica’s hair. “She won’t hurt you mon coeur, I won’t allow it.”

Erica closed her eyes and felt Joan’s loving touch ease her fears. “What was that?”

Eve looks innocent as a mouse. Neither bothered by Joan’s presence, or apparently aware of the heart attack she’d almost given Erica. For all Erica knew, Eve might not have intended to harm her at all. She just... couldn’t or didn’t know her words would have such an effect. It was hard to tell with her simple face, which looked so utterly pure it would have been hard to subscribe sinister intent even if she was aiming a gun at Erica’s own mother.

Joan put her arm between the two. “Just one of her little tricks. Say you understand Erica.”

The heaving of her chest began to slow down. “Understand what?”

“What she told you. That she plans to stand in front of God’s plan.”

“I understand Eve.”

Eve nods. “Off you go then! Be back by midnight if you want a full eight hours!” She spins around and begins to investigate a new nook in their room. Erica watches her expanded bottom flex and move as she walks away.

“Thanks Joan.” Erica casts her guardian angel, a slight smile. Still a little embraced by that panic attack.

“Of course.” Joan bowed and vanished in a wink of light. “Now... where to?” Her voice echoed through the room.

Boudicca was laid out on her bed, eyes fixed on something three thousand miles away. As she disassociated her hands cupped her breasts, and jiggled them. The sensation of their weight and motion was completely alien to her. She resolved to do some training when the time opened up. She needed to get used to her new body, so next time she’d hit Skylar right in the kisser. Not to mention Satan, when that time came. After centuries of having nothing to do, Boudica suddenly found herself with a stacked schedule.

“Sorry I’m late.” Helen came through the door and for a moment stood hypnotized by the opulence of their shared room. Red was everywhere, on the curtains, on the pillows. A bear skin rug sat in from of a blazing fire, and there was a lounging couch, with a perfect view of the mountain. There was a flavor to the room, but she couldn’t quite place it. There were pictures of couples in several places. Blurry tasteful things usually of limbs entwined. Hands being held, legs, carresing.

Boudica look at her from over her boobs. “I wasn’t waitin’ on ya or nothin’.”

Helen paused and watched the redhead shake her breasts like an eight-year-old with a magic eight ball. “Right… so how are we going to do this?” She looked around the room, half expecting the savage to have severed heads already rolling about. It was time for the inevitable power struggle to see which one would be the dominant one in the relationship. She gulped with terrified expectations. Stay strong Helen!

Boudica sat up, her new assets making it more of a struggle than she would have liked. She made it half way up before collapsing. She spat out a few nasty sounding words in a language Helen did not care to hear again and sat all the way up. “Just stay on your own fuckin’ side and there won’t be a problem.”

“Oh!” Helen looked around. Then fiddled with her dress. “There’s just one bed?”

Boudica looked around, and sure enough the heart-shaped bed she’d claimed first thing was the only one. How had she not noticed? “The love and desire room,” Boudica recalled the name Nzinga had said.

“It’s the honeymoon suite!” Helen cried out in shock.

“Last room on the tour.” Nzinga opened the door for Diaochan, and her friends. She reveals a room that looks nothing like the other rooms in the lodge. It was decorated in a way that Diaochan is not familiar with, and couldn’t recognize though it is very clearly a room meant for royalty. Then there was the bed situation, the one bed.

“As you can see I made myself at home.” There were tapestries depicting Nzinga hanging from the walls.

Diaochan nodded her head. “I don’t suppose you plan on us sleeping together do you?” She walked around the room slowly, as if checking for traps. Her minions spread out as well, to do the same.

Nzinga leaned against a pillar and crossed her arms. She did not seem to fear being outnumbered “The walk-in closet has been cleared out for you.” She nods her head towards a pair of doors on a nearby wall.

“Very generous my king thank you.” The worse part is that Diaochan sounded like she meant it. “I just hope when wrath takes me over, I don’t interpret this as an insult. I wouldn’t want that particular sin mad with me.” The threat was clear, even in that sweet voice.

“She won’t be,” Nzinga said, surely. “I’m first place Diaochan, and I’m going to take care of you. So long as you do as I say, and know your place.”

Diaochan bows her head. “My place is beneath the master of this harem.”

“And his Queen.” Nzinga says. “Who’s in a better position to claim that spot than me?”

“For now, no one. But of what use could we be to each other? Other than having the honor of being of use to you, I don’t see how you could help one as lowly as me.”

“The rising tide floats all boats Diaochan. I know secrets about this game the others won’t learn for weeks to come. Help me keep my place at the top, and I’ll bring you along.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a key. “Besides that, if you stick with me, I’ll let you dine at my buffet.” All of that even the Buffet was of nebulous value until tomorrow morning they would not know how big of a boon she’d received with Skylar’s Veto. Nzinga feared the other three would jump into the argument, and overwhelm her, but they kept silent, and simply peeked around the room as Diaochan digested the information.

The tension-ridden seconds ticked on by, before finally Diaochan gave Nzinga a deep bow. “I was of course foolish to question you, my king. Your plan is as fair as it is generous. Now if it pleases you, may I retreat to my closet?”

Nzinga hid a smile. “You may.”

Diaochan bowed again. “You have my thanks.” She retreated into the closet, along with two others. The third servant, Nzinga remembered the name Xi, the one with the short hair, gave her the side-eye as she walked past.

“Do you have something to say?” Nzinga questioned. Eager to crush any resistance in this alliance.

Xi Shrugged. “There is nothing to say when Diaochan speaks for us all. Sweet dreams my king.”

She vanished into the closet with the rest, and the door was closed. Nzinga might have been misleading them when she said the closet had been prepared for Diaochan. When she probably meant is that this had been Diaochan’s closet, to begin with, and Nzinga just hadn’t bothered to clear out the clothing. At least there was a futon on the floor.

“I don’t think we have to be wrath, to be angry with this.” Wang inspected a sleeve on a nearby dress.

Yang couldn’t agree more. “We’re the consorts of kings and emperors. We deserve to sleep in palaces.”

Diaochan undressed and threw her clothing into a nearby hamper, the other three followed her lead. “I’ve been trapped in a block of ice for almost two thousand years.” Diaochan smiles as she lays down on the futon, the other three joining her like blankets on the small bed. “This closet is a palace.” The other three nod, and join her in slumber.