by Ashton Johns
Following Honey and Vanessa, I took a deep breath, the sight of their ass cheeks rubbing against a thin piece of string making me clench my own butt cheeks. It must be really uncomfortable; no wonder they always had pouty lips; they were obviously in pain.
“Okay, Kade,” Vanessa said. “Take your shorts off and put this towel around your waist.”
I took the white towel she was offering, held it in front of me and studied it.
“I think you gave me the washcloth,” I said with a forced grin.
“Oh, come on, Kade,” Honey gasped. “Don’t be shy.”
I smiled and shook my head. “Okay, ladies, but if you don’t mind.” I twirled my finger in a circle, indicating for them to turn around. “I don’t want to show you the goods just yet. Anticipation and all that.” I felt like puking. These bitches wouldn’t understand the allure of anticipation if it smacked them around their food starved cheekbones.
They both giggled and turned around. With a sigh, I whipped down my shorts, quickly covering myself with the towel when I saw one of the ceiling cameras move towards me. While I wasn’t small in the dick department, I wasn’t huge, maybe above average, but I swear to God, my schlong was almost hanging below the towel. There was a definite blast of air getting to it.
“Ready yet?” Honey asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Thankfully, I was. “Yep, so where would you like me?”
The tall bed that had been put up in the middle of the room was really well padded, covered in white towels and looked a lot more comfortable than the one at the beauty shop I’d visited with Daisy. I got on, lay down and adjusted the towel as best I could.
“Wow,” Honey whispered. “You kind of look like Tarzan lying there with your little towel.”
“Oh my gosh,” Vanessa gushed. “He so does. You so do.”
“Who’s Shelby?” Honey asked, somewhat sulkily, as she pointed at my bicep.
“Just someone very special to me,” I replied, giving a little tug on the towel. Then remembering what I was there for and kicking myself for not paying more attention to that part of my back story, hastily, I added, “No one you ladies need to be concerned about.”
“I wasn’t worried.” Honey’s pouty lips told me she was lying.
“Oh my gosh, we weren’t worried,” Vanessa chirped. “Not worried at all.”
Fuck me, please beam me up now, Scotty.
Honey took my top half and Vanessa my legs, slathering oil on to me, and their hands, before they began their massage. I was not experienced in having massages, but I was pretty sure rubbing their tits along my skin was not exactly the way it should be done—again, unless it was in a porn movie.
“So, what if we need to get under the towel?” Honey asked with a little giggle. “Are you going to let us take it off?”
“Oh my gosh, are you-”
“Erm, no,” I replied, before I had to hear Vanessa parrot Honey once more. “I’m good as I am, thank you, ladies. Your moms could be watching this.”
Honey just snickered as they both continued to rub the oil into my skin.
“Your skin is so soft.” Vanessa slid her hands up my legs, yep, followed by her tits. “You can tell you really look after yourself.”
I almost choked at her blatant lie and unbelievable ass licking. I’d lived on the streets for years, in all conditions, so I knew that my skin was by no means silky fucking smooth. These girls were so vacuous, all they could see were dollar signs, and their only thoughts were probably how to get their hands on it.
“I’m not sure that’s entirely true.” I couldn’t help but call her out on her lie.
“Oh, you are, don’t be coy.” Now it was Honey’s turn to allow her nipples to skim my chest. Problem was, they were so fake and solid that it was more of a drag than a skim.
Christ, this was torture and I found myself praying for divine intervention to stop it. Then, as if the Gods above had been listening to me, a loud, obnoxious alarm started blaring.
“Oh my gosh, what’s that?” Vanessa shouted, thrusting her oily hands against her ears.
“An alarm,” I replied a little sardonically. “I think we should go. There may be a fire.”
Both girls screamed, which was more ear-piercing than the alarm, and ran towards the door as fast as their high heels would allow them. Jumping down from the bed as they ran through the door, I scooped up my shorts and dragged them on before slipping my feet back into my flip-flops and going after them.
Out in the hallway, there was panic all around. Girls in various stages of dress were screaming and waving their arms around, while Carson and his crew were hurriedly pushing past them with their equipment as members of the household staff were trying to direct everyone outside. The problem was clear. It was a huge melee of people who just weren’t listening.
Amid the chaos, there were two things that fogged my brain: Brody and Daisy. I had to make sure they were both out. I was just about to double back to the kitchen, where I’d left Brody sleeping in a basket, when I spotted Daisy coming through its door.
“Thank God,” I breathed, pushing through the girls towards her.
When I reached her, I saw that she had Brody on a leash, and was looking distinctly calm. She was standing and watching with her hands in the pockets of a pair of real tight pants that I knew would show her ass off perfectly.
“You okay?” I asked, glancing down at Brody, who suddenly flopped to the floor, totally disinterested.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
She looked up at the static camera that was pointing away from us and indicated with a tiny movement of her head to move back a few steps, out of its range.
“Daisy?”
“I lit a match under the smoke alarm in our bathroom,” she hissed. “I knew how much you hated it that day at the beauty shop, so I figured you’d be hating every minute of your massage. I got rid of the match, don’t worry.”
She looked up at me and nibbled at the corner of her mouth. When I didn’t say anything, her mouth dropped into a perfect, pouty little O.
“Oh fudge, I’m sorry. Were you enjoying it?” She clapped a hand to her mouth. “Oh, Kade, I’m so sorry.”
I burst out laughing. She was so cute it was unreal. “Fuck, Daisy, I could kiss you.”
“You could?” She swallowed hard and her eyes widened.
Shit, I really could, but in the hallway with everyone running around would not be where we had our first kiss.
“Yep. It was horrible.”
I made a gagging sound, which made her laugh, a beautiful, tinkling sound that was the sweetest music I’d ever heard.
“They kept rubbing their tits up my body and made me wear the tiniest fucking towel I’d ever seen. I think they were considering de-robing and defiling me when you saved the day.”
She started to laugh a little louder, and her whole face lit up as she looked up at me. Shit, she was pretty. No, actually, she was beautiful. Those damn freckles of hers just did something to me.
“I’m sorry I was off with you today,” she said, glancing towards the open doorway. “I was being a bitch.”
From our vantage point in the shadows, I could see that we were pretty much the only ones left inside.
“We should go before they suspect something. You go first,” I said, glancing up at the camera. “Run and they’ll think you went to rescue Brody. I’ll skirt around to the door from the games room and it’ll look like I was checking in there.”
Daisy nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you out there.”
“Okay, we’ll try to talk later.”
I gave her a gentle push and she was off running, adding in a little scream for good measure. And Brody, like the champ that he was, started barking. Meanwhile, I stood there like a love-struck idiot, gazing at her with a huge ass grin on my face.
“Yep.” I sighed. “I was right about those pants.”
Twenty-Seven
Daisy Ingles
I shouldn’t have been as happy a
s I was about the mayhem, I’d caused the previous night. Meredith would have an absolute meltdown if she knew I’d interrupted it all, and I could only hope that the unpredictable prospect of a fire made good TV as a consolation prize for her.
The chaos was hilarious. The brunettes were pleased that the massage had been stopped and were muttering that it might actually bring the odds back in everyone else’s favor. It was hilarious, like a half-naked and hormonal version of The Hunger Games. The blondes were more concerned that their clothes and shoes were going to catch fire, which was just hysterical. Most of them should have been more worried about themselves going up in flames; there was enough plastic, fake hair and hair spray between them to make a Disney firework display look dull.
I did my best to look as traumatized as the rest of them, but I had to work seriously hard not to break out into fits of laughter. I spotted Kade consoling a girl who was concerned that her hair irons might have been the cause. Apparently, she’d left them on before in her own place and had to call the fire department. Kade was doing a good job of placating her until she told him that it all ended well, though, “Like it was fate or something.” Apparently, she’d hooked up with two of the firemen, so it had been worth it in the end. Watching his jaw hit the floor in astonishment nearly tipped me over the edge, so I made a conscious effort not to look at him for the rest of the night.
I didn’t get a chance to talk to Kade again, but I slept better than I had for the last couple of nights. Some of it was sheer exhaustion, but a lot of it was relief and I wasn’t afraid to admit it. I was completely relieved that Kade was no longer being pawed at by two blonde girls who could have been mistaken for Afghan Hounds if you squinted at them from far enough away.
Jess and Natalie were just as pleased with how it all turned out. There was a certain amount of camaraderie between us. It was clear the cliques and groups were forming, and I needed to keep in with my own roommates who were quickly becoming friends and allies. At breakfast the next morning, we were celebrating at one end of the table, while Honey and Vanessa looked like they’d been told acrylic manicures had been outlawed.
It was going swimmingly until Carson and Doug appeared with the cameras. “Ladies, apologies for last night’s disruption, but at least we got some good footage of you running around in a panic in your underwear.”
The guy was such a sleaze. The sneer on his face said it all really; when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. And the lemon that sent their massage plan awry gave him jugs and jugs of lemonade in the form of pretty women running around half naked, which had, no doubt, all been captured on camera.
“Today is going to be as exciting as yesterday. The public’s first vote closes in a couple of hours, and later we announce the lucky top two. One of you will be getting your first date night with Kade, and from where I’m standing, he’s a lucky, lucky guy.”
The look of excitement was nearly identical on most of the faces around the table, until Carson continued and indicated to Doug to switch the camera on. “And for one of you, Kade will be sending you home. We’ll be filming his decision, and the unlucky lady will be expected to leave immediately. Clint, Kade’s personal driver, will be waiting so I’d suggest each of you pack up this afternoon, just in case.”
The smiles had vanished, all eyes were wide, and Carson was loving every minute of being the bearer of bad news. He turned and left as soon as he’d finished his delivery, and Doug stayed to capture the aftermath on film. Their reactions were ridiculous. One of them started to sniffle, desperately urging tears forward. Another actually adjusted her inflatable breasts in their too small top, as if the tease of reminding the audience they existed would earn her some extra votes. Another girl had her head in her hands, like she was praying for help—no, scratch that, there was actually a girl praying. What the fudge?
“Are they for real,” I said without thinking, and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
“Yes, this is real. I don’t want to go yet,” one whined in a horribly nasal tone.
“Me either,” another one hissed. “Other people deserve to go before I do.”
They all started calling one another names and the room descended into a high school catfight. The camera kept rolling as a girl called Dolores stood up and pointed her finger at another girl, threatening to take her outside and, “Go all Tennessee on her ass.”
Jess seemed immune to most of it. “Pass up the jelly,” she asked Natalie, who stopped spreading stuff on her own bagel and handed it to her. In the midst of all this craziness, my new friends just carried on, and that level of bizarre made me laugh. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good until Tennessee Dolores noticed my undeserved reaction and threatened to take me out, too.
Hating the tension and feeling slightly threatened, I snuck out to go and pack my case, feeling sure Meredith was going to take this opportunity to be rid of me when Carson stopped me in the hallway. “Nice little touch. Didn’t figure you’d be the riot starter of the bunch. This should get us some good footage.”
“I-”
“And because of that, I’m going to convince Meredith that she’s wrong and you weren’t behind last night’s fire drama.”
“I-”
“You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours,” he suggested and then let me pass.
We were all lined up outside by the pool. The production crew had gone to town on the place and even I had to admit it looked impressive. There were tiki torches everywhere, so they’d been able to ease up on the lighting rigs. The pool had a few lily pads floating around and giant palm bushes in brightly colored tubs had been brought in. There was an ornate chair sat at one end of the pool, and it didn’t take a math genius to figure out that was where Kade would be sitting.
As we all nervously waited, wearing our best eviction outfits as Natalie had suggested, a big man with more muscles than Hulk Hogan appeared wearing a grass skirt and a lei, carrying a drum. After he’d got himself set up and began beating out a tune, the tension really increased, and then Doug began a slow walk down our line, filming each of us for some kind of reaction. When Hulk Hogan’s drum tune changed, we knew Kade was coming.
Brody appeared first. He was wearing a lei like a collar and he trotted down in front of us, stopping by me to give me a sharp head butt in the leg before I heard, “Brody,” grumbled in admonishment from behind him.
When I swung my head up to look at Kade, I felt my legs go weak and it had nothing to do with the bump I’d just been given. He was bare-chested apart from a white flower lei around his neck and a few leather bracelets tied around his wrists. The simplest white linen pants that hung off his hips, left his toned physique on show. He had the tiniest smattering of wispy dark hair just above his waistband and it made my mouth water like someone had switched on a faucet inside. The linen pants were baggy and just about see through. You could see a hint of his underwear, but more than that, you could see the strength in his thighs and butt cheeks as he moved. His feet were bare, and he moved with assured grace as if everyone around him was in the palm of his hands.
And we were.
The girls in the line were swooning so much we could have been physically swaying as we catalogued every delicious thing about him. Kade’s hands hung limply and swung as he walked to the big seat, and I watched as he lowered himself into it, looking like a king getting ready to survey his subjects. His fingers flinched ever so slightly as he gripped the arm of his chair and that was the only sign I spotted that he was as nervous as the rest of us.
“Ladies, you all look stunning this evening. There is much business to attend to. The public have decided who I must consider for my date tonight, and I have the unpleasant task of asking one of you to leave.”
The production team had been busy. While we had been pondering appropriate outfits and trying to calm our nerves, someone had been schooling Kade in the procedure for tonight.
At that moment, I felt like crying. This could be the last time I saw Kade
in the flesh, and leaving him there with all of the vultures, knowing he looked so devastatingly handsome was going to play havoc with my mind. I was no longer avoiding my feelings. I wanted Kade. I had deeper feelings for him and the man I’d grown friendly with before we entered this charade, and in some cruel twist of fate, I was going to end up losing him when Meredith got her wish.
“When your name is called, please take a step forward from the line. I will call three names, and one of you will be asked to collect your bags. My driver is waiting to take you home. Thank you for your company in my home. Of the two remaining ladies, one of you will be joining me for a night of tiki enjoyment where we’ll have some fun and have the whole night to get better acquainted. The lady left standing will rejoin the others and have to try harder next time to win an exclusive evening with me.”
I could feel myself shaking like the other girls, but they were shaking with fear that they may be asked to leave. I was feeling angry. I wanted to be the one to get to know him better and help him through this God-awful experience.
The drumbeat changed and he began. “Dolores, please step forward.”
I looked down the line at Tennessee Dolores and wanted to stomp over to her and unleash some Daisy craziness on her ass, show her how we local girls did things when we were cheated.
“Honey, please step forward.” She sashayed her ass out from the rest of us, the breeze catching the edge of her flimsy, floaty dress and revealing her bare ass to the camera.
“Oopsie,” she faked, doing a pathetic job of slowly trying to smooth it down her thighs.
“The last girl is Jess. Please take your place in front of the other girls.”
What?
What the fudge had my roomie done to attract the viewer’s votes?
Honey, I understood; she was like a soft porn film waiting to happen and would be securing the lecherous votes of the college boys and desperate husbands. Dolores was volatile; voting for her was clever. She was already hated in the mansion, and she could clearly be counted on for some future bikini brawl action, but Jess? Her time had been as uneventful as the rest of the brunettes.