“Slavanka and Karma were neck and neck, both raising his heart rate above 140 bpm. But one of them just edged the other out. And the winner is…” I paused again. “Actually, before I announce the winner, I wanna talk to Brody to see who he thinks won.” I walked over to him. “So, Brody, what do you think? Did Slavanka’s surprise blowjob get your heart racing? Or did you like your girlfriend’s dance more?”
“Definitely Karma’s dance. I mean…I didn’t love the part where she was dancing with that asshole. But the blowjob was a ten out of ten.”
“How about you, Karma? Do you think you made his heart race the most?”
She gave him an angry glance. “I better have.”
“Alright…ready to see the scores?”
Everyone nodded.
“In first place, raising Brody’s heart rate to 146 bpm…Karma!”
She took a bow and Brody wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.
“Congratulations, Karma. How does it feel?”
“Amazing.”
“I think it probably feels even better for Brody,” I said. “For a little while there I really thought he was gonna be in the doghouse.”
“Oh, he’s still in the doghouse,” said Karma. “Unless this grand prize is really good. Then I guess I’ll forgive him.”
“I mean…this is my first time hosting, but I have a feeling the grand prize is gonna be pretty great. Wanna see what you’ve won?”
“Yes please.”
“You actually have three choices.” I pointed to the three beach balls that had been used to select the contestants. “Pick a ball.”
Karma went over and grabbed the middle ball.
But really it didn’t matter. They were all the same. I know, I know. I wanted it to be a fair contest. But more importantly, this was a rescue mission for Ash. So we couldn’t leave everything up to chance.
Actually, if I’m being honest, I didn’t really leave any of it up to chance.
I mean, sure, Ghostie and Teddybear had been worried the whole time about this very scenario – that some rando would infiltrate the competition and go home with the grand prize instead of one of our girls – but this was actually working out better than I planned.
“When you’re ready, go ahead and pop that…” I put my hand to my ear to pretend like someone was saying something. “A fourth contestant?”
“What’s going on?” asked Karma.
“I have a confession to make. When I gave Brody that red card and got him backstage, I might have let him bribe me to let the scores stand.”
Karma looked confused. “What does that have to do with a fourth contestant?”
“Well, the bribe was… Actually, it’s probably best if I just show you.” I pointed to the screen behind us and it switched to a video of me on my knees blowing Brody. “I was so horny watching you girls blow him that I just had to have a taste. And now the judges are telling me that according to the rules, that means I was a fourth contestant.”
Ghostie overlayed the footage with a clock counting up towards 90 seconds. At the 54-second mark, Brody came all over my face.
“Told you he wouldn’t last 60 seconds,” said Ghostie in my ear.
Karma glared at Brody. “Jesus, dude.”
“Sorry, babe,” replied Brody. “I promise your blowjob was better.”
“Maybe,” said Karma. “But you didn’t cum on my face, did you?”
“We’ll find out for sure which one he liked better in a second.” I turned to the stagehand. “Score, please?”