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Game Over . . .
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Chelsea over at Rachel's Haven makes a lot of captions that use amateur style images. Going through her collection will show you lots of "selfie" images, images taken with cell phones and anything you might see in a typical facebook or twitter feed. I don't often use them, but when I do, something is interesting about them. I had it in the back of my head to do a caption for Chelsea and when I came across this picture, I knew who it would be for. The first question I asked myself is "Who are they texting?"
I knew right away I wanted to have some sinister entity on the other end of the phone giving orders. The idea that this person KNOWS they every move without them knowing it makes it fun. Is he using cameras? Did he implant something in them? Is he using magic to track them? It's all fun to speculate.
This story went over well with a lot of people and I someone posted that they would want to see this as a reality TV show. Then it gave me an idea. So here's the question I put to you, dear readers: Should I write more stories in this type of universe? Perhaps a show on TV or just a group of powerful, shadowy people doing this for sport?
They girls heard the distinctive buzzing of the phones over the thumping club music. They both exchanged glances before looking down at the bright screens, the feelings of unease written all over their faces. The text messages were identical and addressed to both of them:
Wonderful Job, Ladies! You have both done well to get this far. You both made the bouncer at the front door very happy! I was especially impressed with you, Tiffany. Your oral skills must be an undiscovered talent! I’m giving you two bonus points to put ahead of Kimber. However, I’ve already prepared another opportunity for the both of you so it’s still anyone’s game. It seems a group of rather famous gentlemen are partying in the VIP section right now. I would love it if one of you ladies could get a compromising picture with them on the tour bus. The one who texts me the most provocative and debaucherous picture will earn ten points towards freedom. Of course, you’ll both have to work together to get into VIP and I’ll be looking for creativity. I would advise you to put forth your best effort because this will be the final task for one of you. The loser will have earned a place in one of my brothels while the other goes on to the next round. Oh and you have until 10AM. Can’t waste a good chance for a walk of shame. Have fun, LADIES!
Tiffany and Kimber glanced at each other again. So far they had helped each other but this time it was every “girl” for herself. Neither one of them wanted to end up in the brothels: The things “Sir” had made them do up to this point were bad enough but losing meant remaining female and being his permanent plaything. At least surviving his twisted game the game meant you at had a chance to return to your old life. Someone had to lose because being a slut for one night was better than being one forever.