A couple of hours later Jackie was watching the edited version of the events of the second task. On the website would be uploaded the videos of the eight cameras of the pub, but there would also be a edited version with the most interesting moments. She couldn't stop watching QueenBee's and MisterIce's performances. They were the odd ones. They didn't match there. The motivations they had written in their profiles talked about a test of resolve, more o less, but Jackie didn't believe it. Many people lied on those profiles. As the director of the contest she had the authority to reject a participant, but she needed a good reason and vague suspicions of lies about motivations was not one.
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Later in the afternoon Cassie had had a shower, cleaned her teeth five times, ate dinner, puked, cleaned her teeth again, ate a snack and cleaned her teeth again, and was waiting for the next email. When the message arrived, Cassie was already in front of the laptop and read it immediately. The task wasn't very different to the last one. Perhaps she'd have to be more proactive. The requirements wouldn't let her use the same mask and that was a problem. The worst though was that she would be alone.
The next day she arrived to the place, a random curve in a secondary road with trees on all sides. She stopped the car as soon as she saw the two technicians that would operate the camera to record everything. They led her away from the road, to a clear in the already sparse forest. There they had placed the camera, and a strong directional microphone, pointing largely towards her parked car.
The technicians showed her the email again on one of their phones in case she had forgotten the rules, but she remembered them well. First of all she had to show her face and say her name as usual. As the latex mask was not an option she instead had chose a pair of ample sunglasses and two shawls, in black and yellow, for ther mouth and head. It was the way she had found to protect her intimacy while not looking like a latex fetishist or a bank robber in a movie, with pantyhose around her head. Underneath though she only wore a yellow tank top, a short black skirt, sandals and a g-string. She intented to look like a lost tourist. That would be her play.
One of the technicians asked her if she was ready and when she nodded, he pressed the recording button. She showed her face and said her fake name. Then she lied about how excited she was and turned around to go to her car. Once there she opened the car hood and unplugged a couple of wires. With that she only had to wait.
The first three cars just passed along. The fourth stopped and the driver, a man in his fifties gently helped her solving the fake failure of the car. At that point she supposedly would have to seduce him and perform some kind of sexual act, within the line of sight of the camera. That was the point of the game, the contestants had to offer themselves to strangers passing by. Cassie had chosen to pretend to be a hopeless tourist, others would try some other trick. The rules didn't demand any number of sexual acts. They merely had to stay in front of the camera for a minimum of three hours, and offer their attentions to whoever engaged them in conversation. Fortunately that first good samaritan was accompanied by his family. Wife, three children and dog. So when she offered her services, by producing a condom from a pocket of the skirt, caressing his cock and literally begging him to fuck her, he ran away trying to hide his erection. His wife saw everything though, and proved to have good insulting skills.
About an hour into the contest a truck driver stopped and helped Cassie repair for the second time the false failure. He was much more eager to accept her show of gratitude, so she guided her towards a bunch of trees, gave him a condom and bend down over a stump, lifting her skirt. Instead he made her lay on her back to do it face to face. She had bought the most lubricated condoms, guessing correctly that she wouldn't be horny. She had never had any interest in anonymous sex. For her it was a thing that should be done in an intimate place with a lover. Least of all in a forest, with splinters puncturing her skin, with a stranger, in front of a camera. And yet she let herself enjoy it, though not enough to have an orgasm. The anonimity and the fake name let her be somebody else for a moment and she tried to behave and think like the kind of person that would enjoy that.
In about ten minutes he came inside her with a grunt, and she pretended to be feeling the same. After that she smiled widely and begged him to fuck her again. He claimed to be in a hurry, but by the ring on his finger, she guessed that he wasn't feeling proud. He didn't know that he was being recorded so the cameraman in postproduction would blurr his face, voice and any other remarkable feature.
The next car that stopped had a woman in her sixties that allowed Cassie to kiss her passionately, but no more than that. The next one had a group of three young men in his twenties, that gave Cassie much more trouble. She had to give each one of them a blowjob squatting down and before she had finished with the third, the first one lifted her hips and penetrated her, which was the second threesome of her life, counting the one with LadyCumsalot, right there, in that sad imitation of a forest, in front of a camera. After the three of them finished for the second time, one of them, the most muscular one, asked for another condom to fuck her yet again, while the other two cheered and called her mean words.
At that point, already in pain, smelly and tired, she had spent two hours and a half. When the next car stopped she faced a totally new experience. The young woman in her thirties accepted her advances but intead of making Cassie do the effort, she made her lay against a tree, open her legs and just enjoy a nice cunnilingus. Such kindness from stranger felt wonderful, she thought, just before realizing that she had been doing just that along the afternoon and the previous one.
The young woman left when Cassie had still ten minutes to fill but in that time nobody stopped. When the time came she reapplied the wires herself and walked towards the camera crew to tell them that she was leaving. They politely congratulated her for the effort and gathered their things. She got home to have a shower and rest.
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As usual, Jackie watched the videos. It was her job to make sure that everything had gone according to the rules she herself had unwillingly approved. She didn't enjoy it in the slighest. In the last task girls had had more success than men, but the rules weren't very demanding. Only by being there and trying, they would pass. The difficulty was in having the bravery, or the desperation, to kind of prostitute themselves.
LadyCumsalot did it all with a fake smile as usual. MisterIce did it with his usual serenity. QueenBee did it surprisingly well. Perhaps worringly well. MasochBoy had more success than other men as he requested physical punishment with a cane instead of regular sex. That surprised Jackie, as the rules didn't include it, but she decided to allow it. For him it was sex after all. Aside from them only four more people sent videos, and the other technicians that had been scattered around several roads had nothing to record. Massaging the bridge of her nose, Jackie was about to send the email with the next task, but instead he called Cassie.
-Hi, eh..., I was just making sure that you are doing well. The video shows that you are in pain.
-Thanks for your concern. Send the next email.
-As you wish...
Jackie cut the call. The conversation had been much colder than she expected and she got even more worried. She had had a bad feeling all the time, and the sensation was even stronger after that. Before sending the email, she called the other contestants too, as it was fair. The others were much more talkative and showed appreciation and gratitude for Jackie's concern. MisterIce though barely uttered grunts and monosyllabic words.
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When Cassie read the email its contents didn't surprise her. She knew that she would hate it before doing it. She had chosen that path though. So far her stupid plan hadn't worked. She didn't feel like she was winning and the contest kept getting harder. Jackie's unexpected call had made her very uncomfortable, as it hadn't gone in the direction she would have hoped. She massaged her nose and sighed.
The next day she arrived to the place with her latex mask and insect glasses combination. That time she didn't need to dress in any particular way, but she still chose black pants and yellow shirt, just to be in character. She entered in the adult store through the back door and in there only saw LadyCumsalot, MisterIce and MasochBoy. She wasn't sure if the other contestants would be late, or just wouldn't come.
-I didn't expect to see you here.- Taunted LadyCumsalot.
-How am I going to defeat you otherwise?
-This is going to hurt. You should go home.- LadyCumsalot was right and Cassie knew it. Even MisterIce seemed scared.
Not long after the man that two days ago was pretending to be a bartender was now wearing a tacky, colorful suit. He guided the contestants to a small storage room where they had to enter one by one, show their faces, do their usual pre task speech and then undress from the neck down. Curiously only QueenBee was hiding her face.
With that done, and as soon as all four of them were naked, the tacky suit man guided then to the street, across the main area of the shop. Right next to the door, under the display, there was a long row of metallic dog cages, though only four were going to be used. On top of the cages, fixed to the glass, the was a sign exclaiming “ONLY ASS, USE LUBE AND CONDOMS”. Thanks to that Cassie guessed why there was a bottle and a bowl full of condoms next to each cage.
One by one the contestants got in the cages, kneeling on a thin mattress, with their heads towards the wall resting on their hands, and their asses towards the street. Right behind of their asses the cage had an opening wide enough for a hand to pass. The tacky suit man closed the doors above them. He didn't lock them. The contestants could open them at any time and get out, thus abandoning the task and the game, and losing the prize. They barely had space to move in any direction which somehow made it more humilliating.
-These human toys will be in those cages for an hour, starting...- He looked at his watch theatrically.- ...Now!