Bimbo or Billionaire: The CPA
by TheHandsThatLead, copyright (c) 2014
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CODES: mf, md, mc, gr
SYNOPSIS: Suzanna has become a contestant to try and pay back the money she embezzled from her job as CFO of a national charity.
DISCLAIMERS:
- This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.
- Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction.
- This story contains mind control and explicit descriptions of a sexual nature. If any of these concepts disturb you, please find something else to read.
AUTHORS NOTES: This is the third story in my Bimbo or Billionaire series, you don’t have to read the others but you probably should read the first one at least as I’m not going to re-iterate some of the show mechanics.
You can’t write a story like this without acknowledging the great work of MrGrey’s “You Bet Your Brain!” and Chrystal Wynd’s “Crime and Punishment: Bimbomania!” and so I have and on to the show…
I’ve received a few requests from authors to write episodes and in general I’m fine with that, however there are some rules to follow which I’ve added to the end of the story.
Chapter 1 – Judgement Day
“Hear ye, hear ye. This court is now in session. His honor, Judge J. Preston presiding.”
The court room was sparsely populated with a few court officials and what looked like several homeless people looking for a comfortable chair to spend the afternoon in. The benches only looked a little more comfortable than a concrete barrier but Suzanna was in no position to judge. She was seated in the defendant’s chair, and while it was nicely padded it was far from a comfortable seat.
The jury box stood empty as she had requested a bench trial, taking a big risk trusting her fate to Judge Preston, but a full trial by jury would provide her no hope of leniency. Having embezzled over 3 million dollars as CFO of “Toys for the Terminally Ill” to fund her own movie to star in wouldn’t get any sympathy from the jury and the evidence was far too great to expect an innocent verdict. Her only hope was she could garner a little bit of good will with the judge. She had been flirting, subtly, with him throughout the trail and she had hoped to sway him in to delivering the lightest sentence he could.
She had the looks, at 32, she might have been considered over the hill in Hollywood, but she took her appearance seriously. The judge looked to be in his fifties and she had noticed no ring on his finger, not that it would have matter to her any way. She had spent every day in court ensuring she made eye contact with him throughout the day smiling and doing other small signs of interest.
The judge sat down and addressed the court, “Ms. Day, having reviewed the evidence and heard the testimony I find you guilty of embezzlement.
I find this to be the most morally corrupt kind of crime as you breached your fiduciary duty to your employer, profession and the child that depend on the charity. All for your own self aggrandization.
Under the criminal code the maximum sentence I can give you is 5 years in prison and order the repayment of all funds. In addition I am awarding punitive damages of $30 million, to be donated to Toys for the Terminally Ill.”
Suzanna had been prepared for this, she apparently hadn’t been able to win over the judge, it was bad but at least it was over. She’d have to declare bankruptcy after she was out to clear the remaining debt, but with her Certified Professional Accountant accreditation she knew how to get out of paying it without running afoul of the law. She’d lose her CPA status of course now that she had been convicted, but that was the least of her worries.
She waited for the gavel to come down but instead the judge continued.
“Fortunately under the new sentencing rules for judges recently passed in to law to help alleviate the overcrowding in our prisons, I have quite a bit more flexibility in determining your punishment as this is not a capital offence.”
Suzanna perked up, perhaps she had gotten to the judge after all.
“Under section 369 I am hereby converting the 5 year prison sentence to a one episode appearance on Bimbo or Billionaire. You will compete in the show until you have either replayed your debt to the charity or lost the game, at which point you will have any future earnings garnished by this court.
Bailiffs, please take Ms. Day to the waiting transport. Court is adjourned.” The judge banged his gavel as Suzanna simply stared at him.
The strong grip on her arms jolted her back to reality and she started to scream.
“You can’t do this! It’s not fair! I was going to repay them as soon as I had a distribution deal in place!”
Chapter 2 – Opening Credits
The studio curtain was raised as the theme music blared from the speakers with the applause of the live studio audience. Suzanna was already behind the podium and couldn’t move more than a few inches of any of her limbs. Just enough to keep her balance.
The collar of fate had been programmed to ensure she didn’t make any sudden moves or cause any problems. Suzanna was terrified and furious all at the same time.
“Yes folks it’s time to answer the question that is on all of our minds… Is she a… Bimbo or Billionaire!” the announcer’s voice came across the PA system and the audience roared in response.
She had wanted to be on TV her entire life but not in this way. Not on this show. If a jury would have been hostile to her story and thrown the book at her, this audience was going to do far worse and there was no way out. Her only hope, the last hope, was that she could somehow win the billion dollars and get out of this mess.
“Thanks Dan, now to get to today’s contestant… Suzanna!” the crowd cheered as Jack walked across the set.
“Now we have a special treat here today everyone. You may have noticed that Suzanna was already on set when the curtain came up. That’s because the Collar of Fate is already working its magic. You see Suzanna is the first contestant we’ve been given from the judicial system!”
There was a low murmur throughout the crowd, this was something new and they were not sure about it yet.
“You see Suzanna has been convicted of embezzling over $3 million from the charity she was the CFO for. A charity that provided toys for children with terminal illnesses!”
The boos from the crowd were loud and continued as Jack tried to settle them down, several members of the audience made rude gestures as well.
“But that’s not the worst of it… she took the money and was making a movie for herself to star in!”
The audience actually started throwing things at Suzanna on the stage, the censors were working overtime to bleep out the profanities that accompanied the boos.
After several minutes, Jack continued, “But the good news is that Suzanna is in it for the long haul folks, the Judge has sentenced her to payback all the money and more so she’s here all the way to the end!”
The crowd turned quickly and started cheering “Bimbo…Bimbo…Bimbo…”.
“So Suzanna, anything to say before we begin?”
Suddenly Suzanna could speak and move her head freely.
“Uhmmm, well I just wanted to say that I really did intend to pay back…” she began as the audience drowned her out.
“Well I guess that’s a no then. Ok folks, now the only question that remains is she a…”
The crowd chanted along with Jack as he said the show’s title, “Bimbo! Or! Billionaire!”
“I’d ask you if you’re ready to play Suzanna, but we all know the answer to that already!
Ok let’s get the last few housekeeping items out of the way and we can get going. First off I’d like to bring everyone’s attention to our case girl Chrissi!”
A spotlight highlighted Chrissi and the buxom blonde bimbo waved and giggled as the crowd cheered and whistled.
“Chrissi was the unluckiest contestant to ever play our game here and opened twelve bimbo cases in a row. But we just couldn’t let her leave with nothing so instead we didn’t let her leave at all and she’s been with us ever since!
In the back of the studio we also have the fine technical folks who are operating the Collar of Fate tonight, they’re already doing the work making sure Suzanna here remains calm and collected for us!
And of course we cannot forget our generous benefactor, who has put up the billion dollar prize! Our mystery man that we simply call ‘The Accountant'”. As always the pitch black area above the columns of monitors was backlit revealing a person sitting at a desk but obscured in darkness.
“Of course you all know our board, two sides with twelve steps each, revealed one at a time as the cases are opened. As always the cash side starts at a penny and works its way up to one billion dollars!
The Bimbo side is divided in to two halves, the first six are physical changes that the ‘Collar of Fate’ will make and the second half are mental changes. Each of the changes will be selected by an audience vote from a list of four random selections from our database!”
Chapter 3 – Round 1
Suzanna could still move her head, but that was just about the limit of her options. She desperately wanted to bolt out of the studio but her legs simply didn’t obey her thoughts and she remained fixed behind the podium.
“Ok Suzanna, as you know we have five rounds here. In the first round you have to open 12 cases, the second 6 cases, the third 3, the fourth and fifth rounds are 1 case each to see if you win the billion dollars or not. Well in your case if you get a ‘get out of jail’ free card. I need 12 numbers from 1 to 24 from you right now.”
Suzanna tried to keep herself under control, the only way she was getting out of this was to keep a level head. Maybe if she tried to seem cooperative the audience would go a little easy on her.
“Ok Jack, Case number 3 please.” She said trying to sound as remorseful as possible.
“Chrissi, could you please open case 3 please?” Jack called over to the other side of the stage.
The pedestal with case 3 on it started flashing and Chrissi was standing just next to it.
Chrissi attempted to open the case but instead chipped a nail.
“Fiddlesticks! I broke a nail Jack!”
“Oh, we’ll get that taken care of just as soon as the shows over honey, can you just open the case for the time being?”
Chrissi pouted and sucked on her broken nail a bit before taking her entire finger in to her mouth. She moved it in and out for a few seconds, shuttered as the orgasm took her and then as clarity returned to her she opened the case.
The music rose from the background as the first monitor in the Cash column came to life.
“A good start Suzanna, a cash case, you’re on the board!”
The crowd’s mood turned sour again and a few boos could be heard.
“Ok Suzanna, what’s your second case going to be?”
“Well, how about 6 Jack.” She said, once again trying to be as demure as possible without being able to move from the neck down.
“Chrissi, case number 6 please.”
Chrissi had been looking at her broken nail again, still unsure about what to do about it, but thinking that sucking on it again might be a good idea.
“Ok Jack… just a sec.” Chrissi wiggled over to case number 6 and proceeded to open it.
“Oh, Suzanna, you’re first Bimbo case!”
The crowd’s mood pivoted once more and they cheered.
Suzanna shuddered as much as the Collar of Fate would let her, she knew there was going to be many more of these before she was done.
“Ok folks, let’s reveal the first Bimbo change and the four randomly selected items our audience gets to vote on!”
The music came to a crescendo as the first monitor in the Bimbo column came to life.
“Category is Hair! And the four voting options are… Pixie Perfect, Ozone Hazard, Beehive Bonnet and Pink Punk Princess! Ok folks use the pads on your arm rests and vote for which one you want. Suzanna, anything to say?”
“I’m just so sorry…” she lied, trying to drum up tears but they wouldn’t come. She didn’t know if it was because of the Collar of Fate or that she just couldn’t manage it.
“Well the audience has voted and the winner is… Ozone Hazard! With this, volume is the name of the game, we’re not actually going to damage the Ozone layer as the nanites will give you the look but remain environmentally friendly! Please, activate the Collar of Fate now!”
Suzanna felt her scalp come to life and the faint glow of the collar told her it was hard at work. It was almost like a slight static electric charge moved across her shoulder length brown hair and she felt it lift off of her body and stand at attention.
Turning her head to look in the off screen monitor, she could see that she now looked like a soap opera star from the 80’s. Big hair that made her head look much larger and even like she stood more than her usual 5′ 10″.
“Ok Suzanna, what’s your next case!”
“18 please Jack.”
“You’re on Chrissi…”
Chrissi looked around and once again noticed her broken nail.
“Oh my gawd Jack I’ve chipped a nail, how did that happen!”
“Oh Chrissi, don’t worry about that, we’ll show you after the show.”
“Ok Jack, what was that case number again?”
“18 Chrissi, 18.”
“Another Cash case Suzanna! That’s a whopping 10 cents now!”
The crowd must have thought it was on a roller coaster ride as they once more booed the case.
“Ok, what’s your next case Suzanna?”
“How about 16. Thank you Jack.”
“Oh that’s your second Bimbo case!”
The crowd changed direction again and cheered once more.
“Ok the board says the category is… Voice! With the options being Southern Comfort, Luck of the Irish, Aussie… Aussie… Aussie! and High Hopes. This is of course just a change to the sound of your voice not your vocabulary, I’m sure we’ll get to that with you later Suzanna!” Jack said with a wink.
“So Suzanna, any preference on this one?”
“I’m sure the audience will give me what I deserve Jack.” I tried to say humbly.
“And the voting says… High Hopes!”
The collar once more activated and Suzanna felt it go to work on her neck.
“Any thoughts you’d like to share Suzanna?”
“Well I’m sure the audience would like to hear me say something Jack…” Suzanna’s voice was several octaves higher than before but the real difference was in the cadence. The sentence almost had a cyclical rhythm to it, going from low to high, making her sentence sound half way between a statement and a question.
The audience clapped and hollered at their choice as she finished.
“Well I guess we know what’s next Suzanna, so go ahead and give me another number.”
“23 please?”
Chrissi opened the case to reveal another bimbo sign.
“That’s two in a row Suzanna … the category this time is lips! The options for the audience are… ‘O’pen for Business, Always in Touch, Kiss and Make Out and Sweet as Candy.”
Suzanna listened to the options but none of them were terrible, even if two Bimbo cases in a row was unlucky this early, she was getting reasonable options so far.
“The audience has made its choice, which is… Always in Touch!”
The collar once more sprang to life but Suzanna could not see any change in the off stage monitor. Once the heat in her lips subsided though she began to fidget as much as her restricted movement would allow. There was something wrong but she couldn’t figure out what. Her lips felt like a thousand small pins were pricking them all at once.
“Ah yes, I think we need to make a small adjustment to your stance there Suzanna. Technical team, if you would please?”
Suzanna watched as her arm raised from her side and her index finger lightly pressed against her bottom lip. Instantly she felt like everything was right again, the pin pricks disappeared.
“As I’m sure you’ve figured out Suzanna, you’re going to need something touching your lips all the time. A finger, a penciled, a lollipop or just a good old fashioned dick will do the trick!” Jack said through his smirk.
Well on to the next case please Suzanna.”
“21 might be good.” Suzanna said as she felt a bit of pleasure emanate from her bottom lip as her finger caressed it as she spoke.
“Another cash case! You’re up to a whole dollar!”
“That’s good Jack, thanks.” To Suzanna it sounded more like a question than a statement but the audience seemed to like it and didn’t boo or cheer this time.
“Alright Suzanna, you’re almost half way through the first round, what’s your sixth case number going to be?”
Suzanna decided to go with her new voice and said “How about 14 Jack?”
“That’s your fourth Bimbo case! I think the audience is still trying to figure out what they want to do with their choices but maybe this one will help them out! The category is Body Shape. The options are… Top to Bottom, Corset Trained, Ass Backwards and Below the Average!”
Suzanna’s luck had held again, the options were pretty good, though Ass Backwards wasn’t a good option unless you really liked showing off your butt.
“And the result from the audience is? Below the Average!”
The collar sprang to life and Suzanna felt the heat move over her entire body this time. The podium in front of her seeming to grow larger, but in truth she was getting shorter. After a few short but uncomfortable minutes she only just peered over the podium, having lost what she could only guess was a good 12 inches in height.
“Yes Suzanna, with the average height of a Woman being 5’4″, you now give up a good six inches to that figure. But don’t worry, I’m sure what the audience has taken away they’ll replace with something in short order.” Both Jack and the audience laughed at his obvious innuendo to the approaching breast category.
“I’m sure they will Jack. Maybe on this next case?” I played up to the audience again as best I could standing there with my finger still at the corner of my mouth.
“Then we need a new case number Suzanna, what will it be?”
“2 Jack.”
“Another cash case! That’s $10 Suzanna! What will your next case be?”
“1 please.”
“Another Bimbo case and we know what the category is going to be this time Suzanna … Breasts!”
The crowd took another swing from its melancholy over the cash cases to sheer glee for their favorite category.
“The choices this time are… Man Made, Big and Bold, A Tad Nippy Outside and Decorations for the Holidays!”
Suzanna liked her C cups but knew a change was going to be coming, Jack had planted the seed in the audiences mind and they had latched on to it before the next case had been opened.
“And, as we all knew it was coming, the audience has selected… Man Made!” Jack called out.
Suzanna’s chest caught fire as her breasts began to swell outwards. But just not swell, shift and reshape as well. From their perfectly normal appearance they quickly took on an unnatural roundness and position on her now small frame.
By the time they finished, no one would mistake them from anything but the best money could buy. They had grown so large that her hand had been pushed away from her mouth and she had used what little movement she had to turn her head and follow it.
“I guess I don’t have to explain that one to the home audience eh? But Suzanna, what’s your next case number?”
“15 Jack, but can you let me move my arm a little bit please?”
“I think we can accommodate that Suzanna, you’ve been very cooperative so far. If the tech team would please let our contestant have a little control of her right arm please?
While they work on that, let’s see what case 15 is.
Oh, Suzanna, that’s your 6th Bimbo case!”
The crowd cheered again, a run of Bimbo cases always got them riled up.
“This time we have the category of… Face! The audience has the option of… Wide Eyed, Pierced Perfection, Bright Eyes and Tongue to Nose!”
“And the audience has chosen… Bright Eyes!”
The heat moved across Suzanna’s face to her eyes, rested there for only a moment before vanishing again.
Suzanna turned to the off stage monitor again and could see she now had bright makeup around her eyes, it was pink and almost glowed.
“Suzanna, you’re new makeup isn’t just bright pink, its bright any colour. Based upon what you’re wearing or where you are it will shift to match your surroundings with a bright neon shade that will almost make your whole face light up!”
Suzanna almost managed to place her face in her hand but didn’t quite have enough movement in her arm to do so. Instead it look more like she was trying to touch her new highlights.
“Well we need another case Suzanna …”
The need to have something touching her lips drew Suzanna’s hand back down to her chin before she replied.
“10 Jack, if you would please?” Suzanna was having a hard time maintaining her composure, six Bimbo cases had rendered her almost unrecognizable and she only had $10 on the board.
“Your streak continues Suzanna, another Bimbo case! And your first mental change as well!”
Suzanna felt her stomach drop to her feet as the crowd rose up and cheered her bad luck.
“The category is… Clothing Style! The audience options are… Plastic Wrap, Gothic Splendor, Swimwear Seduction and Farm Girl Chic!”
To compound her problems, the categories also took a turn for the worse as well. Plastic Wrap was the worst of the lot, but Gothic Splendor was no picnic either. Suzanna didn’t want to hear the result, but knew Jack would be delivering it any second.
“The audience has made a fine choice this time Suzanna, I think they’re getting in to their groove now! Swimwear Seduction!”
As the collar once more activated a fog rolled in to Suzanna’s mind as the change happened, Jack was explaining it to the audience.
“… she’ll have a real thing for skimpy swimwear, anything that shows off lots of skin and with those new breasts, lots of cleavage as well. In fact, while she’ll be wearing a bikini for her day to day attire, when she actually wants to get in the pool she’ll be pretty much down to pasties and a fig leaf!”
Suzanna had been feeling exposed since they had placed her in to her “costume” for the show, the minimal two piece set of a white skirt and tube top had felt almost like they weren’t there. Now however as she looked down at them, they felt much too conservative. Almost like she was wearing a parka at the beach.
“Ok Suzanna, just one more case this round, what’s it going to be?”
“13 Jack.”
“Your 5th cash case! Congratulations, you have $100 after the first round!
Ok Suzanna, we already know that you’re going to be continuing on, but we still have to hear what The Accountant has to offer.
Ok, The Accountant’s offer is in… He’ll save you the trouble of finishing the game and just move you right to full Bimbo right now.”
“Well Jack, I don’t want to disappoint the audience so I guess I’ll just continue on.”
“I guess we didn’t expect anything else, especially when you sound so ‘hopeful’ about it!” Jack replied with a wry smile obviously referencing to her voice change.
Chapter 4 – Round 2
“Ok Suzanna, what’s your first case of the second round going to be?”
“Case 22 please Jack.”
“Another cash case, you’re up to $1000! That’s a good start to the round Suzanna.”
The crowd had remained mostly silent at both of the last two cash cases. They were waiting for the next Bimbo case so they could participate in the show again.
“Thanks Jack, how about case number 8?”
“Oh, case number 8 is your 8th Bimbo case!”
The crowd cheered, Jack smiled and waved at them to settle down.
“Let’s check out what the category and options are…
Vocabulary! With the random options being… Less is More, Street Slang, Positive Outlook and Proper English!
Audience what’s it going to be?
And the result is… Less is More!”
Suzanna started to suspect where the audience was going now and she didn’t like it.
Once more the fog came over Suzanna’s mind, once it left Suzanna still felt the same and was thinking like normal but she knew something must be different.
“Suzanna, I don’t think the audience has bought your contrite act. I think the audience has seen through it and doesn’t want to hear much more of it, how about you?” Jack said with an evil grin.
“Uh hun.” Was all Suzanna replied with.
“Anything else to add to that Suzanna?” Jack egged her on.
“Nope.”
“Well that’s better don’t you think Audience?” Jack encouraged the audience this time, getting a huge round of applause out of them.
“So from now on Suzanna, you’re going to use language in a very economical way. If a one word answer will do that’s what you’ll use. If a grunt or moan will suffice, that will be your response. Of course single syllable words will be some of your favourite things as well.
But before we move on, let’s talk about that name of yours. Suzanna is three whole syllables, wouldn’t it be better if it was less?”
Suzanna shuttered, she knew deep down the answer but didn’t want to say it.
“Wouldn’t it be better as… say… Suzi?” The crowd cheered at Jack’s suggestion.
As soon as Suzanna heard it her new vocabulary made the connection in her mind.
“Yea Suzi!” she replied before she could process another thought.
“Well now that that is out of the way Suzi, let’s move on to your next case…”
Suzi’s plan had backfired, her last avenue of influencing the audience was gone, now she really was in deep trouble. She had to get a lot of cash cases soon if there was to have any hope of winning the game.
“20.”
“Well then let’s see what is in case number 20… Oh my Suzi … Bimbo number 9!”
“Well Suzi, it’s time for a new career and the options are… Trophy Wife, Dating for Profit, Personal Trainer and Filming Fornication!
Audience?”
Suzi’s old career as a CFO was over, she didn’t like any of the options but it was looking less likely she would have to think too much about it in the near future any way.
“Filming Fornication! Well Suzi I think the audience has definitely gotten in to its groove now. Your big new tits, small frame, limited speaking and your desire to be on film has landed you a starring role as a porn star. You’ll be in front of the camera in no time making sure that tiny bikini comes off for all the world to see!”
The fog rolled in again and once it had left Suzi knew what was wrong this time. She was on camera but there wasn’t a dick in sight, let alone in her!
“Ok Suzi, what’s your next case?”
“7.”
“Oh that’s a tough break Suzi, Bimbo case number 10.”
“Need cock!” She replied.
“Oh, I know Suzi, on camera and no one to fornicate with… but even so we have a new category, Compulsion! The options are… Flirting with Disaster, Small Things in Tight Places, Cream Pie Addict and Proving Them Right.
Now audience, I normally don’t play favourites with the options, but I think there is one here that would make a lot of sense given Suzi’s past profession.”
Suzi was having trouble concentrating on anything but Jack’s trousers, where she knew there must be a dick she could get inside of her.
“And the audience has chosen wisely again… Suzi you’re a CPA again, a Cream Pie Addict that is!”
The fog engulfed her again as the Collar of Fate glowed.
“Ok, Suzie, last case of the round, what will it be?”
“12.”
“Another cash case Suzi! Well done you’re up to $10,000!
Ok Suzi, you haven’t reached the billion dollars yet so we know you have to keep going, but let’s see what The Accountant has to offer, I think it might be the same as last time.
Yep, same deal Suzi, just give up and go full Bimbo right now.
“No way, let’s go!” Was all she could get out of her new vocabulary.
Chapter 5 – Round 3
“Ok folks, we’re on to round three!” Jack said, waiting for the audience’s cheers to die down.
“Suzi, what case will it be now?”
“4.”
“Oh, you’re 11th Bimbo case Suzi, you’re out of runway now!”
Suzi felt even worse, fetish was the last bimbo category before intelligence and it was never good.
“The options are… Fit to be Tied, Feet First, Latex… Hoods and Hoses, and Many Men… Many Holes.
Audience, this is your last chance to mold Suzi’ future, what’s it going to be?
Many Men… Many Holes!”
The fog came over Suzi’s mind again, this time when it left she wasn’t just itching to get Jack’s dick in her, she really needed at least two men to fill her need.
“Suzi, earth to Suzi, are you ok?”
Suzi just nodded as a response, her eye’s fixed on the first row of the audience and the dozen or so men in it.
“Ok, we’ll we need another case number then…”
Suzie was still counting the men in a line and she simply blurted out the number she was at… “11!”
“A cash case! You’re up to $50,000!”
Suzi had finished counting the dicks in the first row and the news of her total snapped her back to reality momentarily.
She only needed three more cash cases and there was only one Bimbo case left, she had a chance!
Looking at the cases she chose… “5”.
“Another cash case Suzi! That’s $100,000 and the end of the round!”
“I don’t think we even need to wait for the accountant, do you want to just go right on to the next round Suzi?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She replied, eager now to get to the final cash cases or the rows of dicks in the audience, she was no longer sure which would be better now.
Chapter 6 – Round 4
“Ok Suzi, we’re down to the home stretch, there are three cases remaining. Two of them have cash, the third you MUST avoid as it is the last Bimbo case.
In this round I just need one case from you. Pick anything but the Bimbo case and you will have a 50/50 chance at the billion dollars!”
The audience was going wild, no one had been this close to the prize in a long time and now they didn’t care about her past, they had swung to her side as they wanted to see someone, anyone win the big prize.
Suzi was counting the men in the audience again, trying to concentrate but unable to take her mind off of all the cocks the audience members could fill her holes with.
“Suzi, I need that case number from you now!”
This time she had gotten most of the way through the second row and “24” was all she managed before her need for penetration overtook her and she pulled her finger from her lips and sucked it in to her mouth. It providing her some relief as she imagined it was audience member 24’s dick.
If Suzi hadn’t been near the edge of madness with her need she might have wondered how her left hand had found its way to her pussy, or how she had managed to lay down on the floor. She may even have noticed the glow of the Collar of Fate come to life after the third round was complete restoring her ability to move freely.
Instead she was eagerly finger fucking her mouth and pussy for the camera’s while the music came to a crescendo as Sherri opened case number 24 revealing the final Bimbo symbol.
The Collar once more glowed but Suzi didn’t notice it or the fog that consumed her mind.
Chapter 7 – Epilogue
Suzi Cream was on set waiting for the director to call everyone to their marks, beside her was her manager, provided by the court to oversee her career. She’d done something in the past that was bad but now her focus was on the three guys on the other side of the set.
More accurately her attention was on their cocks that she’d soon have in her. Soon after that they’d all cum in her holes fulfilling her addition for another day or so. As she picked out which guy she wanted in her pussy, ass and mouth she slid her finger from her lip in to her mouth to keep herself under control until they were ready.
“So Suzi, you’re doing well and this is your 50th scene in the last two months since the show. At this rate though you’ll never pay off your debt. I’m going to have to start branching you out in to more genres and some private events as well, is that ok?”
“Um, more cock?” She said popping her finger out of her mouth momentarily.
“Yes Suzi, more cocks.”
“Goodie!” She replied stuffing her finger back in.
“Ok Suzi, they’re ready for you, go to work.”
Suzi bounded over to the bed, her tiny swimsuit unable to contain the massive tits that rode high on her chest.
Laying down on her side, she placed her head close to the man with the largest dick, opened her mouth and took him in to it. The pleasure from her lips while sucking on his cock was only outdone when the two other men joined in, one in each of the remaining holes to be filled.
Suzi saw the red light on the camera that was filming her and she quickened her pace, slurping at the cock in her mouth and playing with her clit and tits with her free hands.
As the man with his cock in her ass came, Suzi’ eyes rolled back in her head as she orgasamed at the same time, clenching her pussy and sucking in the cock in her mouth simultaneously.
Their loads followed shortly after and once they had pulled out Suzi laid on the bed with cum running down her chin and out of her ass and pussy, as high as a heroin addict from the triple shot of cum she had just received.
The camera came in to her face, her clearly stoned look visible to the viewers, she giggled slightly, raised her hand back to her mouth to place her finger on her lip and said “Suzi’s a CPA! Yea!”
End
Want to write an episode?
If you want to write an episode of “Bimbo or Billionaire” then you have my permission if you follow these guidelines:
- Before publishing your story you must send me a copy for review at TheHandsThatLead@gmail.com, if I don’t respond within a week you can assume its fine and post it. If I have any changes I think are required I’ll let you know as soon as I can.
- You cannot sell your story and you must publish it on mcstories.com (you can post it anywhere else you like as well). That means you have to follow Simon’s guidelines on subject matter. See mcstories.com’s FAQ (mcstories.com/FAQ.html) for more detail.
- You must credit this story and myself with a link back to this story on mcstories.com.
- The main characters in the show (Jack, Dan, Chrissi, the Accountant and those yet to be written) and the contestants I write should not be altered in your story. If you want to make changes to any of the main characters in your story arc, you should substitute them with a “guest” version for the episode.
- The game is not rigged per say, but is heavily in favour of the house (like all good games for profit 😉 and is therefore theoretically winnable. However I reserve the right to write the first winning episode.
- The game has a specific structure to it, you will not alter it. You can fiddle with the details, perhaps have a double down day where the cash and changes are both doubled up for a round.
- The board layout is as follows: Case Bimbo Side Cash Side
1 Hair $0.01
2 Voice $0.10
3 Lips $1
4 Body Shape $10
5 Breasts $100
6 Face $1,000
7 Clothing Style $5,000
8 Vocabulary $10,000
9 Career Change $50,000
10 Compulsion $100,000
11 Fetish $500,000
12 Intelligence $1,000,000,000 - The categories are not random but the options in each one are. You’ll also notice the cash side does not go up linearly, this is on purpose to keep a contestant playing for as long as possible. Likewise the Accountant will usually lowball his offer to keep them in the game.
- Your random options in each category should be different than mine. You can use a few from my story to create a bridge back but the fun part of the game is seeing different options and results.
- The show has five rounds, 12 cases in the first, 6 in the second, 3 in the third, 1 in the fourth and fifth.
- You should not take text directly from my story except where appropriate. For example the banter between Jack and Sharon shouldn’t be copied in to your story. On the other hand, the opening description and Jack’s introduction of the game is perfectly fine to copy verbatim. Just use your common sense, if it’s something that is unique to one episode then it shouldn’t be copied, if it would be common in many episodes you can copy it to yours.
- If you would like to break any of the above guidelines, you can e-mail me and ask permission. Make sure to include a description of what you want to do and why. If I don’t respond you must assume the answer is NO.