Bimbo or Billionaire: The Gospels of B
by TheHandsThatLead, copyright (c) 2014
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CODES: mf, md, mc, gr
SYNOPSIS: Loraine is a gospel singer that can’t get any of the major labels to release her home made album so she needs to win to prove them wrong and get her message out to the world!
- 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 fifth (and last for a while at least) 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 – Church on Sunday
The congregation was filing out of the church as Loraine was singing, it was the same each week even if it was a different church each time. Her performance today had been good and she knew everyone had enjoyed her rendition of the classic hymns. But this was the time she liked the best, she got to sing her own material after the sermons were done, even if few people stayed to hear them.
She’d been on the road for almost two years now, going from church to church, following her dream of bringing God’s righteous music back to the masses. She’d heard the trash they were calling pop music these days as a child and instantly taken a distain to it.
She’d written an album and worked on it on her laptop for almost 12 months before she sent it in to the first record labels. She’d been sure they would jump at the chance, sure it was a little rough, and she’d had to record it while staying with the pastors and other church goers that opened their homes to her. Even still, she was sure her words of praise would move them to action.
Satan on the other hand, clearly had a firm grasp on their hearts and so they turned a deaf ear to her. The rejection letters had been hard to read, they had used hurtful words like, naïve, childish, out of step with reality, pure fantasy.
Tonight she was staying with an elderly couple who were still seated, right in the front row as she finished her songs. They smiled and gave a small round of applause, she waved back at them and her heart swelled with pride that good people still would open their homes to a stranger.
“That was very nice dear, very stirring, I feel closer to God having heard it.” Said Marjorie, she was well in to her eighties Loraine guessed, easily 60 years older than her mere 23 years of time on this earth.
“Yep, darn right inspiring young lady, you’re a tribute to God’s plan.” Daniel added, taking Marjorie’s hand in his and squeezing it.
Loraine had been with them for two days and they were the best kind of people. Devote and sincere, honest and open and full of love even after all this time together.
“Thank you both, I really appreciate you letting me stay with you, I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow. I’m heading on to the next town for next Sundays service.”
“Of course dear, you’ve been a joy to have in our home, stay as long as you like. You’ll always be welcome at our house.”
The dinner had been a home cooked delight, roast beef with potatoes, some greens and cauliflower with warm rolls and ice cream for dessert. Loraine tried to eat as little as possible, she hated having to rely on the kindness of others but she had very little money to her name. The only positive part of it was that it helped her maintain her weight.
She knew appearances didn’t matter to God, but she also knew it certainly helped to put on a pretty face to the world if you wanted them to listen to you. So she conceded this one unchristian vice to get her message out.
She never wore anything risqué, not that she had anything to show off anyway, but she always made sure to look nice and presentable. Long skirts or pants with a simple shirt or sweater were her style. She kept her mid length brown hair in a ponytail most of the time and only applied a bare minimum of makeup each morning, just to smooth her appearance.
She was doing the dishes with Marjorie after dinner as Daniel sat down in his reclining chair and turned on the TV. The volume was quite loud as both of them were a little hard of hearing, but Loraine didn’t really mind.
Ten minutes later as they were finishing up, a loud round of applause came through the TV and then a lot of people were chanting something.
“What’s he watching Marjorie?”
“Oh, just that terrible show he likes to watch each week.”
“What show is that?”
“Oh fiddlesticks, what’s it called… Billion and Baby? Buxom or Broke? Oh I remember, Bimbo or Billionaire.”
“That sounds terrible! What kind of show is called that!?!”
“Oh it is terrible dear, but I can’t really explain it. We’re just about done here, why don’t you go and watch it for yourself.”
“Ok, I think I will.”
Loraine returned to the room she was staying in and was completely disgusted at the show she had just watched. She’d watched it all the way through just to make sure it wasn’t some kind of sick joke.
The poor contestant didn’t even make it out of the second round before she had become a complete bimbo. Then they had shown her working at her new job in some kind of all-inclusive resort where she walked around all day in a string bikini and high heels, taking drinks to men lounging around the pool.
She pulled out her old laptop and started to write a strongly worded letter of complaint to the show. When she finished, she decided it was better to print it out and send it in via mail. She’d show that she was serious and not just some online troll.
Taking one of the envelopes she used to send in her demo CD to the record companies and put the letter in it. Peeling off the protective strip of the double sided tape and was just about to seal it when inspiration struck.
“They must be Satan worshipers, they need to hear the word of God!”
She grabbed one of her demo CD’s and popped it in the package, sealed it closed and went to bed.
A few weeks after she’d mailed her letter, Loraine had forgotten all about it. That is until the first response came three months later.
She couldn’t believe the gall of the show, they wanted her to appear on it as a contestant. They tried to explain how their show could benefit from having a spiritual person like her on. They said they would give her a 10 minutes right at the beginning of the show to sing her songs. The show reached millions of people and it would be a great way to bring her message to them.
She hadn’t even finished reading the letter when she crumpled it up and threw it away. Well, recycled it anyway.
The second, third and fourth letters found a similar fate.
But here now, right before her, stood a young man who represented the show. She’d just finished singing at the church when he approached her. They had spoken for a few minutes and she was glad to meet someone who was obviously a kindred soul.
His name was Justin and he had been reciting Bible passages to her for the last half hour when he mentioned he worked at the production company that made the show, Bimbo or Billionaire (BoB) Inc.
“I can’t believe you would work there, they’re evil!” She said raising her voice an octave.
“The people are very nice and they’re not really evil. Well The Accountant may be, but we don’t see him ever.” Justin said with a slight chuckle.
“So you’re here to try and convince me to appear on the show?”
“They just wanted to make sure you’d received the letters, you do move around a lot.
They think it could be a big opportunity for you. Even if you don’t win the billion dollars, the publicity will be huge. You can always donate the money you do win to a charity or use it to release your record yourself.
I do have a confession to make Loraine, I made a copy of your CD and have been listening to it for months! Lots of people in the office listen to it too!”
“Well I don’t know…”
“I’m sure God wants you to get your music out to the people, maybe he’s giving you this chance to do it?”
What Justin was saying made sense and she was sure God would look after her, but just didn’t know if she should do it or not.
Chapter 2 – Opening Credits
The studio curtain raised as the theme music blared from the speakers with the applause of the live studio audience. Loraine was still off stage and still couldn’t believe she’d signed the contract to appear on the show.
Justin had been so nice and very convincing, he’d been with her all week since they’d placed the collar of fate on her neck. It hadn’t been a satanic ritual like she’d thought it might be, the two technicians in white coats were very professional and walked her through everything she needed to know.
The show had even setup an after party in her honor that many important people in the music business would be attending. Artists, record execs and producers would all be there for her to meet.
“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.
Justin was still standing beside her, she’d done her live performance a few hours ago for the audience and they’d cheered and clapped for her. It was her first standing ovation and she still felt a bit of afterglow from it.
Of course she also felt almost completely naked in the contestant’s costume she now wore. Her hair wasn’t in a ponytail, it was down around her ears, not quite reaching her shoulders. They had said it needed to be free for the show. Normally contestants wore clear high heels, but with her tall stature of almost 6 feet, they had given her flat shoes so she wouldn’t tower over Jack.
“Thanks Dan, now to get to today’s contestant… Loraine!” Justin encouraged her on and she walked on to the set, smiling and waving, trying to think of how much good would be done with any money she won.
“Hi Loraine, are you excited to be here today?”
“Well God has guided me here so I’m sure it’s where I’m supposed to be.”
“That’s great Loraine, now we’ve seen you perform some great music to open the show and I know you have an important mission here today, do you want to let the audience in on it?”
“Yes Jack, I’m here to spread the word of God through music! I know God will guide me to the billion dollars so I can help a lot of people with the money and spread my music across the world!”
“Wow, Loraine, that’s great!
Well we will get to some more about you later in the show, but now I have just one more question for you… are you ready to play?”
The crowd echoed Jack’s question as he asked it, there was no backing out now.
“Yes Jack, I’m ready!”
“Ok Loraine, let’s get a 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!”
As always the spotlight highlighted Chrissi and the buxom blonde bimbo wiggled and jiggled as the crowd cheered and whistled. I had heard the next line so many times I almost lip synced along with it.
“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, we won’t get a chance to see them but we’ll certainly see their work on stage!
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
“Ok Loraine, 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. I need 12 numbers from 1 to 24 from you right now.”
“Well I’m going to let God guide me and just go with the first number that comes in to my head… number 18.”
“Chrissi, could you please open case 18 please?” Jack called over to her.
Chrissi was gently rubbing her right nipple, eye’s closed with her free hand heading towards her pussy. Jack calling her name snapped her to attention and she slapped her right hand with her left.
“Bad hand, very bad hand, wait until after the show!” Chrissi pouted and kissed her hand where she had slapped it.
“Awwww… Chrissi can’t stay mad at you, you make Chrissi so happy!”
“Sorry to interrupt Chrissi, I’m sure the audience would have enjoyed the show, but case 18 please?” Jack said with a wink.
The pedestal with case 18 was close enough for her to keep the thought of opening it in her bimbo mind until she arrived. Opening it, Chrissi jumped and squealed as she revealed a cash symbol.
“Oh Loraine, a good start with your first cash case! You’re on the board!”
“I knew God would guide me on my mission!” Loraine looked over to Justin just of stage and he gave a thumbs up.
“Ok, what’s your, or God’s, next case?”
“I think case 11.”
“Chrissi, if you would please?”
Chrissi was still entranced by the shiny money symbol in the case but managed pulled herself away. Opening the case revealed a bimbo symbol.
“Oh, there’s thinking getting you in trouble Loraine! You must have misheard what number He said…
Ok folks, let’s reveal the first Bimbo change and the four randomly selected items our audience gets to vote on!”
The crowd cheered as the board displayed the first category.
“Category is of course Hair! And the four voting options are… Black Bob, Spikes, Hiding in Plain Sight and Audience’s Choice of Color! Ok folks as always use the pads on your arm rests and vote for which one you want.”
Loraine watch the audience for a moment as they worked the pads, then looked at Justin. He gave a sympathetic smile and motioned that everything would be all right.
“Well the audience has voted and the winner is… a tie! Now this is unusual, a tie on the first bimbo change hasn’t happened in a long time. Let’s see what we have then, it’s a tie between Hiding in Plain Sight and Audience’s Choice of Color!
Ok Audience, that means you have another choice to make! What color will her new hair be?”
The audience once more went to the entry pads, selecting Loraine’s new hair color.
So Loraine, what color do you think you’d like?”
“Oh Jack, I like my brown, it’s the color God gave me and I’ve always been happy with it.”
“Well we have the answer from the audience, they’ve chosen… Jet Black!
Ok technical team, please, activate the Collar of Fate now!”
The tingling in Loraine’s scalp started at the crown and moved outwards. She could see her light brown locks turn black as midnight and then her bangs pinch in and extend towards her eyes.
“Yes folks, Loraine’s hair will always crowd in to her face, making it hard to see her even though she’s standing right there in front of you!
Ok Loraine, what’s your next choice for a case number?”
She looked so different already, Justin was still giving her a big Ok, but she didn’t like the new look very much. Loraine just had to remember that God had a plan and she was following it.
“Number 19 Jack.”
“Ok Chrissi, let’s open case number 19…”
“Ok Jack…” Chrissi walked around the cases for a few seconds before giving up
“Like, where’s number 19 Jack?”
“Right back by the first one you opened Chrissi.” Jack said smiling and shaking his head.
“Oh, like duh!” Chrissi replied as she slinked over to the case and opened it.
“Your second cash case Loraine! You’re up to 10 cents!”
Loraine smiled and felt sure everything would be ok again.
“Ok, next case?”
“Case number 17 Jack.”
“Another Bimbo case Loraine!
Ok the board says the category is… Voice! With the options being Speak Softly and Don’t Carry a Big Stick, A Force of Nature, Heavenly Chorus and Deep Throat. This is of course just a change to the sound of your voice not your vocabulary.” Jack said.
Loraine had dreaded this one, her voice was her life, her way of expressing her love for God! Now it was going to change.
“So Loraine, what do you think of the choices?”
“I don’t know Jack, I don’t want any of them…”
“Well Loraine the voting is complete and the audience has chosen… A Force of Nature!
That’s a great choice audience, this change will make it so when you speak you will always sound very confident and forceful, even when you don’t know what to say! It will also make your voice louder so everyone will be able to hear you no matter how large the room!”
The collar activated and Loraine felt her neck catch on fire for a few seconds. Unlike the first time a tingle in the back of her mind was there as well.
“So Loraine why don’t you tell us about your faith?”
“My FAITH is STRONG Jack, I KNOW God is there for ME!” Loraine’s voice boomed out over the crowd. She stopped speaking and placed a hand over her mouth.
She turned her head to see Justin and he was miming clapping. He seemed to like it.
“That’s very different Jack, but I think it will be alright!” .
The audience clapped in appreciation of the change they had made.
“That’s great Loraine, let’s get to the next case, a number if you please…”
“22 Jack” Loraine said with authority.
“Another cash case Loraine, you’re got a whole dollar!”
She felt like this would be the turning point.
“Ok Loraine, what’s your next case?”
“Your fourth cash case! You’re up to 10 dollars!”
Loraine beamed a smile, it even escaped from her new hair trying to keep it hidden from the world.
“Ok Loraine, you’re half way through the round, what is your seventh case going to be?”
“Jack it’s going to be case number 8.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Loraine, that’s your third Bimbo case…”
The crowd erupted in applause, they seemed be eager for the next change now.
“Ok Loraine the category this time is lips! The options for the audience are… Kissing Bandit, ‘O’pen for Business, Black like the Midnight Sun and All Puffed Up.”
Loraine shuttered at the choices, none were good but ‘All Puffed Up’ seemed better than the others.
“Ok Loraine, let’s see what the audience has chosen… Black like the Midnight Sun!
It looks like the audience might have a theme going already!”
The collar sprang to life, its pink glow incessantly reminding her it was working on her lips. Not looking towards Justin this time, Loraine looked instead in the off screen monitor to see her new permanently black lips on her face. They seemed to pull in the light and not let it escape again.
“Now they aren’t just black either, they actually absorb light and release it back as heat!”
Loraine could feel the slight heat coming from her lips, the show’s bright lights giving them an instant charge.
“Well Loraine we need another case, what’s it going to be?”
“Ok Jack, case number 12.”
“Another cash case, congratulations, you’re in to triple digits!
What’s your next case Loraine?”
Loraine’s lips were slightly distracting but she looked at Justin for support and he was there for her.
“Your 6th cash case! $1000!”
“Thank you God!” Loraine sang out to the audience.
“Ok Loraine, three cases left, which will it be next?”
“That’s your fourth Bimbo case! The category is Body Shape. The options are… Corset Trained, It’s All Gone Pear Shaped, Straight as an Arrow and Something to Hold on Too!”
Loraine listened to the options, only three made much sense for the audience to choose. She was already pretty much as straight as an arrow.
“The audience has spoken and they’ve said… Corset Trained!”
When the collar of fate came to life again she felt her entire midsection contract. It was like a huge pair of pliers had clasped around her and were squeezing her tightly. It was so distracting she almost didn’t notice the buzzing in her head as well.
When it was over Loraine could see the drastic change that had occurred, previously her 28 inch waist had been close to her 32 inch hips and 34 inch chest. Now, while her hips and chest looked the same as before, her waist was impossibly small. She brought her hands up to her waist and wrapped them around it, it had to be under 20 inches now.
“Yes folks, Loraine’s waist is now 19 inches around. With a good tight corset on she might get a couple more inches out of it as well! And she’s going to be wearing a corset quite a bit now that as it will be required for the support.”
“Ok Loraine, we still have two more cases to open this round, what is your next case number going to be?”
Still with her hands around her waist trying to steady herself, she replied “4!”
“Your 7th cash case! You have $5000!
Ok, last case of the round, what is it going to be?”
“That’s bad luck to end the round Loraine, your fifth Bimbo case!
The category this time is … Breasts!”
The crowd was on its feet their favorite category always got a standing ovation. It was even more energetic then the one she had received earlier.
“Ok folks, the choices this time are… Man Handled, Bedazzeled, The Cleavage Show and Slap Happy!”
Loraine’s naturally small A-cups seemed to only lead to one likely option.
“And the result is… well this is quite a surprise and our second tie of the night! First is Bedazzeled and the second is The Cleavage Show!”
Loraine still had her hands on her waist as the collar came to life, her chest felt like someone was inflating balloons inside of her breasts as they expanded outward. Not only did they inflate, but they seemed to stick together, holding fast to each other. When they were complete, her tiny white top had expanded to capacity and a deep line of cleavage greeted her.
“Well Loraine we can see the second part of the change quite easily! But Bedazzeled will have to wait until we’re done the show to be completed. In the meantime, let me tell you about it. Each of your nipples now has two piercings in it. One runs up and down and the other side to side. From now on you will always have two bar style studs in each one. On each end of the studs will be a colorful piece of colored glass!”
Loraine was mortified, but at least no one would see them.
“Ok Loraine, we’ve finished the first round, it’s time for The Accountant to do his work and make you an offer.”
I looked over to Justin, he was shaking his head and making the sign of the devil. He clearly didn’t want me to make a deal with The Accountant.
“Ok, The Accountant’s offer is in… he’s not very happy with your progress so far. You’re up two cash cases on him so he’s offering to move you up two rungs on the cash board if you quit the game right now.
That’s fifty thousand dollars to call it a day!”
“Well Jack, That’s not enough to get my record out there nor help very many people. I’m sure God is still with me so I’m to turn down his offer and keep going!”
Chapter 4 – Round 2
“Ok Loraine, what’s your first case of the second round going to be?”
“Case number 2 Jack!”
That’s your 8th cash case! That’s fantastic! $10,000!
Next case Loraine…”
“Number 3 Jack.”
“Oh, Loraine, that’s your 6th Bimbo case!”
The crowd cheered again, she was still two cases ahead but the crowd was rooting for bimbo cases now.
“This time we have the category of… Face! The audience has the option of… Expressionless, Blue Sky, Dark Like the Night, Limited Expressions!
I don’t know if we have to wait for the audience on this one to know what their choice is going to be Loraine…”
Loraine knew what was coming, the audience had her fate fixed in their mind now.
“And… Dark Like the Night!”
The light of the collar reflected off her new cleavage as it did it’s work to her face, looking in the off stage monitor at what had changed, Loraine saw the deep purples and black of her new makeup and eye liner. It made her whole face look even more enclosed than before.
“Ok Loraine, what’s your next case…”
“20 please Jack.”
“Your 9th cash case! You’ve matched The Accountant’s offer of $50,000!”
Loraine smiled broadly, even though it now looked more menacing than happy now with her hair and makeup. She was three cases ahead of the game and needed only three more to win it all. God’s plan was working!
“Ok Loraine, just three more cases this round, what’s your next one going to be?”
“Case number 1 Jack!”
“Your 7th Bimbo case! And your first mental change as well!”
The crowd jumped to its feet to applaud. They were excited to see another change and for her to start on the mental changes as well.
“The category is… Clothing Style! The audience options are… Gothic Splendor, Leather and Lace, Rock Goddess and Fancy Dresses!
Loraine, the audience has chosen… Rock Goddess!”
A fog rolled in to her mind as it went numb as the collar started its work. Once it had finished, things didn’t seem much different but Jack was describing her new wardrobe.
“Yes, Loraine will be wearing a lot of leather, vinyl and spandex as she follows the fashion trends of the 80 rock and roll queens!
Ok Loraine, what’s you second last case of the round going to be?”
“Case 5 Jack.”
“Another Bimbo case! You’re only one cash case ahead after this one!”
The crowd cheered, Jack smiled and waved at them to settle down.
“Our second category of the mental changes is vocabulary! With the random options being… Speaking Your Mind, Proper English, Rhyming all the Time and Cock-ney English!
Well Loraine there are two options here the audience might like!
And the result is… Speaking Your Mind!”
The fog descended once more on Loraine’s mind, leaving behind a feeling of light headedness.
“Wow Jack that felt really strange, I don’t know what it did but I’m sure glad it’s over! Hey what number do you think I should pick for my next case? I kind of think Justin is cute, do you think I should ask him out or wait for him to ask me?”
“Ah, Loraine, you can hear what’s changed already! You’ll be talking about everything that you’re thinking about from now on!”
Loraine clamped her mouth shut, horrified at what had come out let alone the implications of the change.
“One last case Loraine, what’s it going to be?”
“Oh Jack, I just don’t know which one to pick so I guess I’ll just guess and pick number 7!”
“Good news Loraine! You picked your final Bimbo case for the round!” Jack said sarcastically and show a smirked.
The audience cheered, she was no longer ahead of the game but tied at 9 cases each.
“Well it’s time for a new career Loraine, I guess your singing career is going to take a back seat to something new! The options are… Trophy Wife, Public Service, ‘Personal’ Assistant and Temporary Help!”
Loraine couldn’t believe she was going to lose her singing career, she had worked so hard for it, but now there was no choice, the collar would take it away in just a few moments.
“And the audience has chosen… Trophy Wife!”
The fog rolled in for the third time to Loraine’s mind, burning away her ambition to sing and replacing it with something new and different.
“You know Loraine with your new look and new life aspirations it might be time to think about your name.”
Loraine felt the bottom of her stomach hit the floor, what was Jack talking about her name for?
“Have you thought of shortening it to say… Rain?”
The crowd cheered and parts of her brain she didn’t know she had came to life, making connections.
“Rain? Yes my name is Rain! I can’t wait to tell everyone!”
“Ok that’s great Rain. We’re done round two!
You’re doing very well Rain, it’s a dead heat between the cash and bimbo cases! Now we need to find out what The Accountant has to say!
I have his offer, he thinks God has left the building and he is just offering to double your money with a single jump up the cash side. However it will cost you an additional bimbo change if you quit right now.”
Rain looked at Justin, he was shaking his head no. Justin was single she knew and he had an important job at the show, maybe if she did what he wanted he’d ask her out and show her off to all his friends. But she really didn’t want to go on either. She was so confused, Jack was waiting for an answer and he was single too she had heard.
“Let’s keep going Jack, for Justin!”
“Alright Rain, that means round three!”
Chapter 5 – Round 3
“Ok, in round 3 you need to open 3 cases, what is your first one going to be?”
Rain looked over to Justin, he was holding up nine fingers.
“9 Jack because Justin wants it!”
“Your 10th cash case! $100,000!”
Justin had both thumbs up when Rain looked over at him.
“Ok Rain, your next case?”
“I don’t know why but I think 14 is a good number, in any case it’s what I’m going to pick!”
“Your 11th cash case! You’ve got $500,000!
And your just one case away from the billion!”
The crowd was roaring and stamping its feet. She was so close and Justin was clapping along with them.
“Ok Rain, one last cast this round, what’s it going to be?”
“23 Jack because it’s how old I am!”
“Your 10th Bimbo case, that’s too bad!
We have a new category for you Rain, Compulsion! The options are… Small Things in Tight Places, Public Displays of Attention, The Final Word and All Lined Up.”
And the audience has chosen… Public Displays of Attention!”
The collar lit up and the fog took her mind. Once it had cleared she seemed much more at ease in front of the cameras. In fact a stirring in her pussy was making it a very pleasurable place to be.
“Rain, from now on you’ll find that when in public you’ll be doing things to attract attention to yourself and you’re going to be sexually aroused by the attention you get!”
She fidgeted before shifting her skirt up a bit and pulling her top down to show off even more of her cleavage. It felt better this way and when she cocked her hips to one side and pushed out her chest even farther it was the most comfortable she’d been since stepping on stage.
“I think The Accountant is going to have a serious offer for you now. You’re just one case away from the billion dollars!”
“We haven’t seen anyone this close to the big prize in quite a while, especially with two bimbo cases remaining. I know the audience would love to see you keep going!”
Jack’s statement sent a shiver through Rain, everyone was looking at her and all she had to do was continue playing to keep their attention. She looked over at Justin, he was urging her on as well.
“Ok Rain, the offer is $5 million to end it here and now.”
She knew it was more than she needed, but Justin and the pull of the audience was too much.
“God Jack, I want to keep going for Justin and because I want everyone to pay attention to me, I just can’t say no now!”
Chapter 6 – Finals
“Ok Rain, this is round 4, you only have to open a single case, which one is it going to be?”
“15 Jack! I can’t wait to win the billion and get together with Justin, I want to be his girlfriend so badly!”
“I’m sure Justin is quite anxious to see you as well after the show! He’s going to be one very lucky guy I think.
But I’m afraid that’s you’re 11th Bimbo case Rain. We’re down to the wire, just cash case and one bimbo case left!
The last category is Fetish and the options are… Rope Around the Rosie, Fit to be Pierced, First Time Fantasy and Suspended Sentence.
Audience, this is your last chance to participate, what’s it going to be?
And the audience says… Fit to be Pierced!”
The fog consumed her again, this time leaving behind a distinct feeling that something was missing from her body.
“Rain you’ll be visited by our in house piercing technician backstage after the show to get a few piercings to complement those in your nipples. You wil also always will be looking for what you can pierce next!”
“Ok Rain, we’re down to the home stretch, there are just two cases remaining. One wins you the billion dollars the other completes your Bimbo transformation.
There’s no offer from The Accountant this time, your only choice is if you want to continue or not. I’m rooting for you to go all the way and I know you’ll do the right thing. Are you going to continue?”
A part of her brain was screaming no, but Justin was still saying yes and her desire for the attention of the audience overcame the small voice that tried to reason with her.
“Let’s do it Jack, I’m here until there’s nothing left to do!”
“All right then give me your final case number!”
“I don’t know Jack, give me case number 15!”
“It’s the final cash case!”
Balloons and ribbons fell from the ceiling as Jack continued.
“You’ve won the billion dollars!”
The audience was going crazy and stormed stage, Rain basked in the attention.
Chapter 7 – Epilogue
After security had cleared the stage, Rain had been taken back to her dressing room. Waiting for her were Justin, two technicians which had installed the collar of fate around her neck a week ago and another gentleman she didn’t recognize who was carrying a black bag.
“That was amazing Rain, congratulations!”
“Thanks Justin I couldn’t have done it without you! I’m really looking forward to getting to know you better, what do you think about my new look?”
She moved in close to Justin and rubbed her body up against his.
“It’s great Rain, but these three people are here to get a few things settled up.
This is Rick, he’s here to do a couple of piercings for you. Once he’s done the technicians will heal them up and then remove the collar of fate.
What piercings do you want done to start?”
Rain felt her body react to the news he would be piercing her by sending a jolt of pleasure to her pussy which ran up her spine to her head. She so badly wanted his approval, wanted to be the perfect trophy wife for him. The collar’s programming overwhelming her desire to say none.
“Well Justin, what do you want me to get pierced?”
“Oh, I think definitely your belly button…”
Rain’s pussy shot another jolt of pleasure up her spine.
She moaned out load.
Her hand touched her face and found her warm lips.
“…and definitely your clit.”
“Oh god yes!” She said and had a small orgasm.
She walked in to the party on Justin’s arm and felt a rush of pleasure as everyone turned to look at them. She was wearing 5 inch stiletto heels with big buckles on them that took her well over 6 feet tall and she towered over Justin. Her legs were covered in black fishnet stockings that led to a small set of black vinyl hot pants. Her corset had taken her waist down to a tiny 17 inches and had a built in black lace push up bra that presented her tits to everyone. On top of that she had on a leather jacket that came down only a few inches below her arm pits and had a single button that did up just under her tits. The collar of the jack had a buckle on it and was closed around her neck.
The hot pants didn’t hide her new clit piercing and the corset had a small window in it to show off her navel jewelry. The lace of the bra didn’t hide the twin studs in each of her nipples and the nose ring on her right nostril was glittering in the light of the room due to the artificial diamond that hung from it.
She extended her tongue out of her mouth and use the stud in it to trace around her hot lips.
The next half hour was spent hanging off of Justin’s arm, making sure she presented herself to best effect to all the people he was talking to. They were moving to the next group when Justin turned to her and said, “Ok Rain, now the next gentleman we’re going to talk to is very important. He’s a famous rock star and recently divorced as well.”
Rain perked up, Justin was quite a catch, but to be the trophy wife of a rock star would be the best!
“Rain, this is Storm, Storm Slayer.” He was dress all in black leather with an unruly crop of hair. He had to be at least 20 years older than her which made him even more attractive to her.
Rain quivered as he shook her hand, even with her high heels on he still stood a good six inches taller than her. Justin had already left her mind as he walked away.
“I enjoyed the show Rain, congratulations!”
“Oh, like thanks, but you’re so tall? And famous… and um, do you want to take me somewhere more private?” She couldn’t stop herself from saying what was on her mind, she wanted him and she couldn’t hide it.
“I know just the place.” He said extending his arm out, she slid in beside him and locked arms with him.
They left the room and walked down the hallway, he open one of the doors and they entered in a dressing room. It had a large couch in it.
“I think this will do nicely, you know I’ve been looking for a girlfriend that could keep me interested for a while. Do you want to audition for the role?”
She stepped in close and he grabbed her tightly, she tilted her head back so he could kiss her. His tongue found her tongue stud quickly and she pushed it in to his mouth.
He grabbed her ass and gave it a hard slap, she squealed in surprise and delight, pulling back a bit. With his hands still on her hips, he spun her around and then roamed them up to her tits, squeezing them tightly. She pushed her ass back in to his crotch and swayed it side to side.
He moved her over to the side of the couch and pushed her face first over the arm rest. He pulled down her hot pants and then dropped his own leather pants. Her hand worked its way under her body and found her clit ring, working it to make sure she would be ready for him to enter her.
She felt his cock run over her pussy lips and she moaned loudly, her enhanced voice making her sound like an animal in heat. She push back as much as she could to encourage him to enter her.
Instead she felt his cock move up to her rectum and start to push in.
“Oh my god, what are you doing? I’ve never been taken in the ass before, please…”
“I’ve fucked so many pussies in my career I find the best way to find out if a trophy wife is going to be any good is to take her in the ass first. So do you still want the audition or should I just kick you to the curb right now?”
She was so confused, she knew it was wrong somewhere deep inside but she could be his trophy wife, all she had to do was say yes to the anal sex, yes to pleasure, yes to anything he wanted.
With his cock head pressed against her ass, she spasmed once and came hard.
“Yes! Fuck my ass Storm, take it, take me! Fuck me so hard you make it Rain!”
He pushed in deep and Rain continued to beg him to go harder and deeper until he spent his load in her virgin ass.
“So Mr. Slayer, everything is in order then?” Justin asked.
“She was a great fuck that’s for sure, I’m going to enjoy her for quite a while I think.”
“Yes well, we like to try and match our contestants up with the right placements after the show.
As a member in our VIP Bimbo Match Maker Club, you had the option to take the first contestant that matched your criteria.
Now as per our contract, you will have Rain sign over all of her assets to you, including the billion dollar prize. She’ll gladly do it as long as you keep her a happy little trophy wife. Once that is complete you’ll sign those assets back over to the show.”
“If I’d known when I signed the contract I’d be taking home a winner I might have tried to get that clause removed! But what the fuck, I’ve got all the money I can use already. A hot rock and roll trophy wife is worth more to me than a couple of extra zero’s in my bank account.
My lawyer will get the paperwork done, pleasure doing business with you Justin.”
“And you as well Mr. Slayer.”
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 winning episodes should be an exceptionally rare occurrence.
- Winning episodes should end with an epilogue that effectively returns the money to the show somehow and takes advantage of the changes the contestant underwent.
- 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.