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.
Your Pal,
GM
“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...
