The next day was the official start of the Grand Pageant. Despite the distraction of her pulsing, aching clit, and despite the confusion caused by Penny being so suddenly removed from the routine, Melody performed extremely well in the opening collab and was immediately named by one of the judges as the contestant to watch.
She skipped out to lunch with her manager, riding the high of her success, her frustration forgotten as they discussed her strategy and the individual performance she would need to put on that afternoon. But midway through lunch, she became distracted by a tingling sensation in her clit.
"What's the matter?" her manager asked, watching her shift in her chair.
"Nothing," she said quickly, not wanting to admit how aroused she'd been since being fucked by Penny's manager the day before. She didn't want her own manager to think she was getting distracted. "I just--oh." She shifted in her chair and shivered as her thighs brushed together, and she felt something, the pressure on her pussy sending a gentle burst of pleasure through her. "I--you didn't turn it up, did you?"
"Turn what up?"
"The you-know-what," she hissed under her breath, trying not to squirm again. "It feels like I'm at--like--a three?"
He pulled out his phone and frowned. "Oh, shoot. I must have done it by accident." He tapped the controls, and immediately the sensation vanished again into frustrating numbness. "How's that?"
She tamped back a needy groan. "Better. Thank you."
After lunch, she snuck back to the hotel room during down time and pulled out her phone, and typed into the search bar: 'can a girl with nanobots come at a sensitivity level of three?'.
This was a mistake; she quickly discovered an entire genre of homemade porn starring former idols, and lost track of time watching videos. The first she found were by a woman who only allowed herself a maximum sensitivity level of two, bringing herself slowly to trembling and moaning climax after hours of building up to a vibe on her clit, and then desperately whimpering as she tried to rub out a second orgasm and couldn't do it.
"Please, please," the woman in the video whined, pressing the powerful vibrator against her pulsing sex. "Oh, god, please, fuck, I need another one, please!" Then she grabbed a nearby dildo and gasped as she slid it inside herself, clumsy and shaking with need, grunting as she alternated between fucking herself with the toy and vibing her clit, but after about five minutes she gave up and collapsed, sobbing softly. "I can't. I can't. Oh, fuck."
Then a man stepped in from off-screen--her partner, presumably--and pinned her down, pulling the toy out of her and replacing it with his cock, fucking her in long, hard strokes until she was wailing and slapping the bed with her hand in frustration, her whole body twisting in an attempt to wring pleasure out of her mostly-numb genitals.
When the man turned the vibrator on again and pinned her down firmly against it, pistoning into her cunt hard and fast, she screamed, getting achingly, visibly close to coming again, but she never managed it; she eventually collapsed again, sobbing, as her partner just said, "too fucking bad, bitch," and groaned out his own orgasm.
In another video, a girl was tied down by her partner and her sensitivity was set high, to an eight or a nine, until she was quivering and whimpering just from him blowing air across her clit. He kept at it, blowing on her over and over again, until her cries changed pitch and she started humping up into nothing and then came so hard that she squirted in his face. Another video starring the same girl started in much the same way, but when her cries became urgent and she started rolling her hips, her boyfriend quickly tapped on his phone--bringing her sensitivity all the way down to nothing, Melody guessed, based on the woman's pitiful, pleading wails and the fact that the title of the video was "intense orgasm ruined by setting my girlfriend's nano sensitivity to zero".
Another video was a clip from a livestream, featuring a woman riding a fucking machine as streamers payed to make changes to her nano settings, which were displayed at the top of the video. The sensitivity setting bumped from a three to an eight, and she went from moaning quietly and rocking her hips to her eyes bugging out, feet kicking as she began frantically begging for someone to pay enough to unlock her orgasms.
Melody found herself rocking slowly on the edge of her hotel bed, grinding her own damp sex down on the corner of the mattress, even though she could barely feel it. What if she hadn't told her manager about his mistake? What if she had just gone to the bathroom and--and--
An alert popped up on her phone. Thirty minutes until she needed to be back-stage for her individual performance.
"Oh, shit," she muttered, and jumped off the bed.
***
The trouble started again as Melody was getting dressed.
She pulled on her costume--another tight leotard under a short skirt, as many of her outfits were--and gasped as she felt the brush of the spandex against her swollen clit, felt the snap of it against her stiff nipples. Her sensitivity was definitely above a one again.
She quickly pulled her phone out, thinking to text her manager, but then she hesitated. What if, before she texted him, she just...
Melody reached down and pressed a single finger against her clit through the thin fabric, then moaned. She wasn't at a sensitivity of five; the sensation was still deadened, like she was trying to rub herself through thick jeans rather than thin cotton spandex, but it was so much more intense than anything she'd felt in weeks.
She rubbed herself firmly and groaned again as her wet pussy pulsed in response, hungry for more. She checked the time on her phone.
Shit. She only had three minutes before she needed to be backstage. There was no way she could come that fast like this, was there?
Her clit twitched, and she groaned and wedged herself against the locker, yanking the fabric of her leotard aside so that she could rub herself directly.
Even the direct contact was hazy and distant; it reminded herself of her frustrating dreams, the ones where she was getting fucked and it felt so, so good up until the second where she needed just a little bit more to come, and then the pleasure would vanish. She whimpered and rubbed, alternating between one side of her clit and the other, desperately searching for a spot that was just sensitive enough to bring her closer to the edge. "Fuck. Please, please, please--"
"What do we have here?"
Melody squeaked and whipped her hands away from herself, but it was too late; Hannah and her cronies had clearly seen what was happening. They surrounded her, and Hannah leaned in close, looping a finger in the sopping crotch of Melody's leotard and pulling it down until it snapped back into place, making Melody jump and cry out. Hannah laughed. She had her phone out in one hand.
"I think we have another stupid slut trying to frig her own brains out. What's the matter, perfect little Melody? Need to come?"
"I--" Melody started, then gasped as Hannah tapped something on her phone and suddenly Melody's clit tingled hard with the sensation of fabric brushing against it. "You--you! Did you hack my nanobots? That's cheating!"
"All's fair in idol pageants, you stupid bitch," Hannah sneered. "How do you feel at a four, huh? Nice and twitchy, I bet. Who's got that toy?"
