Stacy

...Stacy. Which makes Matthew the fugitive. Let the game begin!"

Suddenly, it's dark, but only in the majority of Stacy's vision. Her peripherals can still detect very bright light.

Oh, I'm blindfolded. She quickly realizes.

A loud musical fanfare plays from all around, further disorienting her. She feels forward with her hands but doesn't connect with anything. She doesn't dare to actually try stepping forward, yet, instead deciding to take things slow and see where they lead.

Then, there's a loud cheer, coming from a loud crowd of people in front of her. She instinctively moves her arms to her chest, unsure if she's clothed. She happily finds that she is wearing a blouse and... And a skirt.

Phew.

Next, a bubbly woman's voice speaks from her left.

"Good morning everyone, it's me Riri Kouda! Welcome to another episode of the Private Parts Guessing Game! Today's contestant is Stacy. Say hello to the viewers at home, Stacy!"

I'm on a fake TV show.

"Err, hello." She says quietly.

"Now Stacy, last night you hitched up with a lovely young man named Matthew, isn't that right?" Riri continues, with unbridled enthusiasm.

"Oh, um, yes?" Stacy sounds uncertain because she is uncertain what the correct response is. She hopes that the right thing to do is to play along.

"Well I can now confirm that one of the four men strapped to the ground in front of you is your sexy stud! And all you have to do to win the Grand Prize of a luxury Hawaii vacation is find his cock and bring it to orgasm in the next 30 minutes! Your time has already started! There's no time to waste! Go go go!"

Energetic gameshow music starts playing and the crowd goes wild, cheering Stacy on.

This is mad. Stacy thinks, but all the same she finds herself getting on her hands and knees and carefully crawling forward until she finds the row of men.

When she comes across the first bare, hairy foot with her fingers, Stacy squeaks and recoils. This is so weird. Three of these men she doesn't even know, and the fourth is the guy she's angry at, and trying to make lose some more points.

None of this is real. None of this is real. She keeps repeating to herself. But no matter how many times she tells herself that, it still feels so real. And sounds real. And smells real. Furthermore, Matt is a real person, as are the people watching her back in the Casino.

At the end of the day, it might as well be real.

And either way, the show must go on.

"Well done, Stacy! Perhaps this is Matthew? Try feeling his body more to try to find out."

Stacy begins to explore the man in front of her with her hands, taking care to avoid the crotch for now. Still, on her way up, she is able to feel that the man is wearing underwear. That actually makes it worse, in Stacy's opinion. To get to the dicks she is going to have to physically fish them out of clothing. It is just an additional lewd act she would have been spared if they were completely naked.

A hairy chest leads up to a clean-shaven jaw and long hair.

"Any thoughts?" Riri asks politely.

"Uhh, I don't really know. This could be Matt..."

But it could easily not be Matt, too. She's only seen his face and genitals, for fuck's sake. The rest of him was hidden underneath the suit he was wearing. How is exploring his chest supposed to help her?

"Interesting! Well why don't you move onto the next man on your right?"

In this way, Stacy is led to feel up all four men.

"Well?" Riri asks politely.

"I still have no idea." Stacy admits.

"Well then, maybe it's time to check out the part of him you were getting most familiar with. It's penis examination time!" She raises her hands as she shouts the last sentence, eliciting a renewal of excited roars from the crowd.

Stacy rolls her eyes behind her blindfold.

Let's get this over with. I'm on a time limit after all.

Ignoring a fleeting slutty thought that perhaps just trying to get all the men off within the time limit might be more efficient than bothering to work out which ones were likely Matt, Stacy peels back the first man's briefs, allowing his cock to spring free.

"Let's first assess the smell." Riri encourages, all too eager.

For whatever inexplicable reason, Stacy finds herself sniffing at the penis to try and get a hint as to the identity of its owner.

"How does it smell?!" Riri seems genuinely **** to know.

"I don't know, normal?" Stacy replies, both shy and a bit frustrated.

"Let's move onto assessing the taste." Riri somehow sounds both serious and like she's joking at the same time.

"Screw this, I'm just going to see how big they each feel." Stacy mutters.

Riri gasps. "A bold move! You really love dicks, huh?"

Again Stacy finds herself rolling her eyes under her blindfold. But it's undeniable that pulling out four different men's penises to feel them up makes her feel more than a little perverse.

It's impossible to tell anything. At the end of the day, without her eyesight, they're all just men's junk. There's no way to tell them apart. They all seem average sized and hairy - just normal boring everyday dicks. She decides that man number four is probably not Matt, for a reason she can't put her finger on, just something about the dick and balls felt different. Perhaps the nutsack felt smaller and tigher. But even if that suspicion was correct, he could easily be any of the other three.

"Any thoughts you want to share with the viewers at home?" Riri asks in a hushed voice.

Stacy sighs, frustrated with her failure, but also just tired of this 'penis examination' charade. It's dumb and she's just wasting time.

"I think maybe it's not number four." Stacy mumbles.

"Interesting, very interesting! So what are you going to do next?" Riri asks energetically.