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Chase: By banging virgins and then eliminating your competition!
Nadia: So true. But after one season, we’ve come towards the end of this competition.
Chase: Correct. After a season filled with twists and turns and revelations, we now have one virgin left – Megan Wright – and two billionaires vying for her hand.
Nadia: I don’t actually know if they’re vying for her hand, per se. More like the space between her legs.
Chase: You’re absolutely right Nadia. The billionaires, Tristan Kane and Madden Sires, are in fact vying for her to let them be the first one to stick their billionaire cocks inside of her.
Nadia: Now Megan is allowed to engage in all other types of sex. Anal, oral, and all other variations are acceptable as long as there is no vaginal penetration and breaking of the seal. We all remember a certain President, of course--
Chase: I don’t think we’re able to discuss politics on the air, Nadia. Stick to safe subjects like virgin pussies and dripping cocks. This is broadcast television, remember? There could be kids watching.
Nadia: I’m so sorry everyone. I don’t know what came over me. As I was saying, the billionaires are going to be trying to get into Megan. Now it’s up to her to pick a contestant to give away her flower to. Or, if she chooses to hold out, she can become a billionaire herself.
Chase: That’s right. Should Megan keep her virginity intact, she will go ahead and win the apartment and the money.
Nadia: Madden has slept with four virgins. He eliminated 4 billionaires as per the rules of the game. The virgins he conquered were removed from the show.
Chase: And Tristan slept with two virgins. But he won the single immunity prize at the beginning, making him immune during the final elimination round.
Nadia: It threw a bit of a wrinkle in the show because now we have two billionaires vying for the same virgin. Only one person will win. The next several days promise to be very interesting.
Chase: But only if you tune into the 24 hour reality show that’s taking America by storm.
Voiceover: The Biggest Licker!!!!!
Megan
“Okay, Megan, you’re the last virgin standing on Biggest Licker. Just tell the camera how you feel.”
I nod at Maya, the production assistant, and take a deep breath as I get ready to give my confessional. It won’t be hard to act excited. This is what I came here for. To win the grand prize. And I’m so close I can practically taste it.
I center myself, knowing I need to give Maya exactly what she wants with this little speech. It’s only been five minutes since the live eviction, and they called me straight up to my room before I had a chance to do more than hug Tristan and Madden.
Maya holds her hand up, indicating the camera is about to roll, then drops it quickly and leans forward as if she just remembered something.
“Don’t forget, you’re waiting for the right one. These viewers aren’t interested in how much you need this money. They want to believe you’ve been holding on to your v-card all this time for love. That’s your angle.” She rolls her eyes and smirks, showing just how ridiculous she thinks that idea is.
Not that I blame her. It is a bit ridiculous. I mean, a house full of virgins? And then there are the billionaires, whose sole purpose on Biggest Licker is to seduce us, make us give it up. If the producers get their way, I’ll end up handing over my v-card before the upcoming season finale and they won’t have to pay up.
But they have another thing coming. They have no clue how much I need that money. I remained a virgin all through college. I think I can keep that status firmly intact for one more week. Especially since all the guys have been eliminated except for Tristan and Madden—though if I’m going to be stuck in a house with a couple billionaires vying for my attention, I don’t think there are any two I’d rather be with.
I suppress a shudder thinking about how miserable it would be if any of the other sleaze-balls had made it this far with me, then decide to just go with those thoughts and focus on who is here. I smile as the light on the camera flicks on.
“Oh my god,” I gush, “I can’t believe it. I’m the last virgin standing!” I clap my hands and go for a dreamy expression, knowing that’s just what Maya wants. “And with Tristan and Madden? I don’t think there are two sexier men I could be in this house with.”
I lean back on my plush, white over-sized chair and tuck my feet underneath me. “I’m in some kind of fantasy. I mean, this apartment? Insane.” I spread my arms wide for the camera.
That much is true, too. It’s so fucking over the top that I almost don’t want the show to be over. And
if I’m being honest, if it wouldn’t mean I’d be sent packing—straight out of the most luxurious apartment I’ve ever set foot in—I might have already given in to temptation and let one of those two sexy men have me. It’s obvious they’ve both had their eyes on me.
I gesture for the camera at my bedroom that’s decked out in shades of gray, silver and white with a giant-ass four-poster bed that feels like a cloud covered in a feather duvet. It looks like a pillows factory, that’s how many silky pillows are scattered around the room. A waterfall trickles gently down the wall near the bed, covering what looks like a cityscape through a huge floor-to-ceiling window—but it’s all an illusion, made to look like we aren’t actually on a set in a production studio. Curtains and luxe fabrics drape over the walls and hang from the posters of the bed, candles and mood lighting are everywhere, and don’t even get me started on the private bathroom.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. The bathtub alone is large enough to fit at least ten people. Water falls from the ceiling like rain. Then there’s the heated marble and the colored lighting. The entire apartment screams sex. And there are plenty of places to do it, too. I’ve seen plenty of that in my weeks here. Naked bodies going at it in a place that’s anything but private. And I’ve imagined more than once what it would be like to put my huge bed to good use.
But no, that’s not why I’m here. I keep reminding myself I’m here for the prize money—the money I only get if I don’t give it up to one of the two sexy billionaires remaining.
