Don't tell the network, but here's a brief teaser for our first episode to whet your appetite.-- It's still a rough cut, so please excuse any technical glitches and human related errors.
“Um, Excuse me?” Destiny was growing weary of all this. “But-- what kind of show is this, anyway?”
“Hmmm… interesting question,” he said in that damn, infuriatingly smug voice of his. “Let’s say it’s a test of your metal—a chance to see who you really are on the inside via a series of challenges, both physical and… well, I’d hate to spoil the surprise. To… separate the women from the little girls, so to speak.
“This show is about finding out who you really are—getting to the real character beneath the surface—and showing it to the entire …”
“How come I’d never heard of this shoe before now?” Destiny interrupted, playing the role of the showbiz insider.
“It’s a top secret project,” he answered. “The network wants…”
"I'm sorry, but on my show..." Destiny began to say.
The master raised an eyebrow. “Kitty cat, I’m getting a little tired of your interruptions.”
Destiny knew this was her chance—this was exactly the kind of crap people loved on these kind of shows… Drama, tension, big, larger than life personalities. This was he chance to establish herself as a sassy bad girl… And the world loves a bad girl, she thought.
“I’m sorry, but this is really unprofessional. Why wasn’t this information made available before the show? This is so disorganized—do YOU even know what you’re doing here?”
He never lost his cool, his smile never wavered. He was utterly confident in something.
“You’re asking me for a demonstration?”
Destiny rolled her eyes, really getting into character now. “Is it really so much to ask? I mean, I was nice enough to come out her for your little show, and there wasn’t even anyone to take my bags at the front door! I think I’m entitled to…”
She was startled by the sensation of something coiling around her torso and slipping beneath her underarms like a large invisible snake. It was an even bigger shock, however, as she glanced downward, and suddenly saw that she was now hovering over her chair. "What the-?!" she gasped, flailing as she rose higher up, feeling the tiniest spurt of urine escape her at the shock, soaking into her panties before she could stop it. She'd been flown a few different times for Afterlife, but this was something different. There was no uncomfortable harness, no wires holding her up - she was simply floating, like some invisible hand had lifted her up and was holding her there.
The other women watched in amazement, unable to believe what they were seeing. This had to be a stunt of some kind, didn’t it? Each one found herself checking for wires.
Destiny simply floated there for a moment, suspended in air, arms and legs flailing. The Master never moved from the front of the room, never moved a muscle or broke a sweat. If he was responsible for this unbelievable turn of events, there was no indication on his serene face. “O-o-OK, Mister Master, sir,” she said, utterly failing to keep the tremble form her voice. “I’ve learned my lesson… you can let me down now!”
There was some type of movement below her, and for a second she thought he was going to let her down. Then she heard the crowd gasp. To her slowly dawning horror, she felt a sudden chill below her waist Her heart stopped for a moment as she gaped down at herself, her bare crotch visible for any of those other women to see - not to mention all the viewers at home. Her hands shot down to cover it, her cheeks burning bright red.
“Woah!” she shrieked, suddenly pitching forward, sure she was going to fall flat on her face.
But whatever was holding her up had hadn’t let her go; it was simply rotating her in the air slowly, angling her head down and her bare bottom up, until her adorably plump backside was jutting upward invitingly in the air behind her...