She’s going to be on Fucked or Fortune

“Wow, Ayesha, I can’t believe you applied to be on this pervy show,” her roommate, Gina, says for the hundredth time. “Though I’m not at all surprised they accepted you. I bet you’re the hottest girl that’s ever competed.”

Ayesha knows that’s not true, but Gina’s never seen the show, so she can be forgiven for her over-the-top compliment. Standing in front of the mirror in her underwear, though, Ayesha secretly admits that the core of Gina’s statement is true: Ayesha is pretty hot. Her head of long, full black hair falls past her shapely shoulders. Beneath that are perky C-cup breasts, a thin waist and toned stomach, hips that never lie, and long slender legs. Her matching white lace bra and panty set contrast nicely with her smooth olive skin. Ever since her video call with Dani a few weeks ago, Ayesha has been going to a tanning salon a few times a week. Win or lose, she’s likely to show a fair amount of skin on a popular porn game show. As Dani said, if people are going to see her, she should look as good as possible.

Ayesha got an extensive waxing session this week for the same reason. Her mind drifts to the smooth, bare skin that she knows is beneath her lace panties. But then her roommate’s chatter brings her back to the present.

“So are you going to tell me why you applied?” she pesters.

Ayesha huffs. “I did tell you. I want to pay off my student loans with enough left over to pay for the rest of my education. And maybe get my own apartment without a nosy roommate,” she shoots back with a mock glare.

Gina grins and Ayesha’s heart skips a beat. She turns away and back to the mirror, but she can still see the blonde’s knowing smile and distracting dimples through the reflection.

“Suuure, babe. You’ll need all that privacy, too, with all the men who’ll be knocking down your door after jerking off to you on the biggest porn show in the world. But you and I both know this isn’t something that careful, cautious Ayesha would have done. Something’s gotten into you. I just want to know what.” Right. As if she’d ever tell her gorgeous, confident friend and roommate that she had been masturbating to the thought of applying and had such a toe-curling orgasm that her hand somehow hit the Submit button completely by accident. It was hard enough admitting that she’d applied, and by extension, that she’d watched the show before. But she had to tell her, because she got one free ticket to bring someone to watch the show while she competed, and no one in her life was a better hype man than Gina.

After a few more moments of silence, Gina relents. “Okay, fine. Don’t tell me. I mean, I’m going to get it out of you eventually. But you’ve got to get dressed if we’re going to make it in time. So put your clothes on, slut.”

Rolling her eyes, Ayesha puts on the outfit that they’d strategized would give her the best chance for success while simultaneously covering as much skin as possible. In her skin-tight, athletic yoga pants and a long-sleeved “activewear” shirt, she is ready for an athletic challenge while covering up every possible inch of skin. Also, just in case they let her keep them, Ayesha has gloves for her hands and a scarf to wrap around her head and face. Once she is dressed, they jump in Gina’s car and, Gina chattering all the way, drive to the studio.