Author's note: this is an introductory chapter, with some humiliation but not much actual sex. That'll happen in later chapters.
All characters are over 18. Comments welcome, as always.
The Mating Game
Chapter 1
"Hi," he said. "I'm Paul, and I want to watch you fuck my wife in all three holes."
(One week earlier)
The first part of the audition had been simple and only mildly humiliating. Five couples at a time were paraded before the judges naked, turning around to give profiles and back shots, then reciting their one line: "Please may I worship your ass?" for a sound check. Women were instructed to bend over and spread to show off cunt and asshole; men were not required to have erections, though it was widely rumored that it helped, especially if you were a grower rather than a shower. No names necessary, at that stage, just a number worn like a price tag; the network promised that the video would not be broadcast and the recording would be destroyed after the sixty couples who made the cut were notified. Paul and Dianne received the email a week later informing them that they'd been selected, if they still wanted to appear in the show. They flew back to Vegas the next day.
"You can both keep your first names, if that's going to be easier for you," said the imposing woman at casting. "There aren't any Pauls in the list ahead of you, or any other Diannes this year. Or you can use pseudonyms, though we'll need them by eight a.m. tomorrow and we'll have to approve them. I presume you've watched the show before?"
They both nodded. Fucks for Bucks (often derided as Cucks for Bucks) had been Fuxtel's best-rating "reality" show since the network had gone online, especially in Bible belt states where people denied watching porn.
"Good. Then you probably know all this, but I'm legally obliged to go through it while we're being recorded just so there's no misunderstandings. The prize pool this year is 69 million, like last year. We no longer release the show on any other media, so there's no residuals. You sign on with the agency we nominate in case anyone wants to interview you -- we'll write your answers, you won't have to do anything - or cast you in a movie or have you open a sex club or anything like that, but we don't guarantee any work except for the winning couple. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Good. You've both signed statements that you've never been paid for any sort of sex work before. That had better be true: we don't care what you've done for fun, whether it's with men or women or both at once, but we don't do unpaid advertising. If you get far enough, you'll be competing with professionals -- some of them our former winners - but we pick them.
"This year, we're not planning any gay male sex. We tried that one year and our ratings tanked, we were nearly cancelled, so now we leave that up to the Jox Network. We shoot two episodes per week, with games on Wednesdays and Saturdays. The most important thing to remember is that to stay in the game, you'll both be having sex with strangers but not each other, though you will be expected to watch each other having sex and may have to comment on it. Sometimes this will be scripted, and you'd better follow the script, and sometimes you'll be asked to improvise.
"You'll be assigned sleeping partners every night, usually different ones. What you do in the bedrooms is up to you; you can turn off the cameras in the bedrooms by turning off the lights, but all rooms are monitored for sound, even the toilets. A good performance in the bedroom after hours can still be streamed, and may help when the audience at home gets to vote people in or out, so it really pays to be an exhibitionist as well as promiscuous.
"Men will be expected to perform on demand, and if you fail, you're out, no appeals. Mostly this will be done without any chemical assistance, though we may provide some in the later episodes for some of the more difficult challenges. Similarly, while we found out that double and triple pussy or anal penetration don't rate any more either, but double penetration is still one of the big events, so honey, you'd better be prepared for that."
Dianne nodded, her face a mask. She didn't enjoy anal; she agreed to it only on Paul's birthday given sufficient lube and marijuana. More recently, not even then.
"Gangbangs, bukkake, and ass to mouth are also still on the menu, of course," the woman continued, "and lesbian scenes, because most of our demographic is the traditional porn audience. Do you both understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. There'll be a live studio audience for some acts, but not for all of them. They'll get to vote people off the show occasionally, as will your competitors and the viewers at home. In many ways, this is like a lot of other reality shows, except that the payoff is bigger and no-one's died on camera."
Paul nodded. The popularity of Squid Game twenty years before had led to American game shows and reality TV becoming even more viciously competitive than before. Many of them had taken their cues from game shows suggested in Stephen King's The Running Man, with the underemployed risking death and disfigurement in the hope of winning a salaried job, health insurance, or a dignified funeral. American censors being much more squeamish about sex than about violence, it had taken Fuxtel several years to get approval to get approval to shoot So You Think You Can Fuck?, American Fuckdoll and Fucks for Bucks in Nevada rather than furtively in Tijuana.
"So, if you'll sign those contracts, one of the staff will show you around. There'll be dinner and a mixer tonight, and you both can sleep in the same room - for the last time, until you finish in the game and leave the building. It'll also be your last chance to wear any clothes that we don't choose for you, which in most cases, will be none. You're on the second shift for breakfast, and you'll each be assigned a time to show up at make-up. Shower first, and don't be late."
***
The MC, Kyle, wore a Brooks Brothers suit, Bruno Magli shoes, and an unconvincing dye job. He wandered around the sound stage with a mic in his left hand so he could use the right to grope women's boobs. "We only have four cameras, so we're only filming ten couples at a time, so that's six shifts today. Dudes, on the other side of the room, just as a warm-up, I want you to go around, introduce yourselves to each other, and say 'I want to watch you fuck my wife in all three holes.' You got that?"
"What if I don't have a wife?" asked one of the younger men.
"Then say 'slut' instead of 'wife'," said Kyle, fondling the enormous dark brown breast of a plump woman in her thirties. "You think you can remember that? Cool. While the guys are doing that, ladies, grab a partner -- another woman -- and make out with her. Make it as hot and heavy as you like, scissoring, 69ing, whatever, because it's not just for you and studio audience and the viewers at home, it's for your men. You'll see why later. Okay, are we ready?" The floor manager gave him the thumbs up. "Right. Let's go."
Paul hesitated, then turned to the young man on his left and said dully, "Hi, I'm Paul, and I want to watch you fuck my wife in all three holes." He was embarrassed to realize his cock was already beginning to stiffen.
"Hi," came the reply, with a strong Texan twang. "I'm Ethan, and I want to watch you fuck my girl -- I mean, my slut, in all three holes."
