Author's Note: After I published the alternate chapter for Contest, a reader requested that I re-write Chapter 9. Granted, a lot happens in that chapter and, as I was writing Contest for part of the Survivorphile contest and was more interested in quantity than quality at that point (although I did try to make sure that quality didn't suffer) I felt that it was a pretty fair request. Chapter 9's quality def did suffer and so I'd like to make up for that now. I didn't want to delete the chapter and replace it entirely, in case someone really enjoyed it as it was, so I figured I'd make it an extra... and then I realized how LONG it was going to be and I decided to break it down into parts. Here's part 1, enjoy!
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After both of the oversexed girls returned home, Danielle told a shocked and aghast (not to mention jealous) Violet where she'd been the night before and listened as Violet related her own experiences through the week. Hearing everything the other had been through, they both agreed that they were done. They were exhausted and sore.
"Well both lose," Danielle pointed out. "But I'd rather us both lose than have to do either of the tasks I have left. I mean... seriously. I feel like Jared really fucked us up."
"Right?" Violet agreed. "I'd rather give myself up to Jared for a night, especially if you're going to do it with me." Now that Violet had been dominated a few times, she'd found that she had less of an antipathy towards it than she had before.
The next day, they both received an email from Jared telling them that they had until 11:59pm that night to complete any final tasks and that he expected them both at his house the next morning at 10am sharp to wind up the contest. They texted each other, confirming that both of them would be taking the day to rest rather than doing another task. Violet went over to Danielle's house that afternoon, as extra insurance, and they spent the whole afternoon and evening together, watching chick flicks and just hanging out. When Violet left, she wished Danielle a good night, but she couldn't stop the antsy, restless feeling that had started to consume her.
It wasn't the losing... or giving herself up to Jared to dominate... it was that she'd really started fantasizing about dominating Danielle. She wanted her friend, but in a very specific manner.
Sudden inspiration made her decision.
She sped home, got herself ready, and arrived on Jared's doorstep at 11:50pm that night.
His expression went from surprised, when he opened the door, to appreciative as his eyes traveled up and down her body. She had her hair done in two buns high on the back of her head, her make-up carefully applied to emphasize her Asian heritage, and she was wearing a trench coat that was partially opened to show the very little she was wearing underneath. A black leather corset propped up the small mounds of her breasts rather than covering them, emphasizing her tiny waist, and smooth silk thigh highs ran up her legs, showing off her bare pussy to perfection.
Jared raised his eyebrow as sudden understanding came.
"Come on in," he told her. "We don't have much time if you really mean to do this." His eyes flashed with sudden avarice as she nodded her head and stepped into the house, shedding her coat as she went.
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The next morning Danielle arrived at Jared's house about fifteen minutes early and was surprised to see that Violet's car was already there. Usually her friend wasn't early for anything. It almost made her a little nervous, except that there was no way Jared would let anyone cheat. That's why they'd chosen him to moderate the contest in the first place after all.
A smiling Jared, white teeth gleaming against his dark skin, opened the door, looking down at the blonde cheerfully.
"Hello, Danielle, come on in." He stepped back so she could pass him. "We have a surprising development that we need to discuss."
