Heather
Heather squinted. A combination of the bright lights and the showrunners not letting her wear her glasses made everything a blur. Even through the haze, the sparkling green blur that was Nick Deville was unmistakeable. She could imagine his expression – even his voice communicated the leer that never left his face as he tormented young girls for the amusement of the masses.
It was only the memory of the argument that kept her going. How dare Emily call her boring! There had been an exam the next day and all Heather had said was that she couldn’t stay out late. She could hear Emily’s reply every time she thought about it “Go home and be boring Heather. You’re always the same. We never liked you anyway.” Heather had fled in tears. However, thinking back, all she felt was rage. She would prove everybody wrong and once she was famous for this, she would have no problem finding new friends.
Heather looked down at the thick slime below, which was bubbling threateningly. She shivered at the thought of being plunged into it. Even more than that, being beaten by either the annoying sorority girl or fake bimbo would be humiliating.
Nick’s voice pulled Heather out of her reverie. Heather tried to compose herself as he introduced the game to the audience.
“Let me tell you how we play Strip or Slime. Today’s game is going to be focussed on the letter A. Each round, I will give a category and each girl in turn will have to think of something belonging to that category beginning with the letter A. If a girl gives me a wrong answer or can’t think of anything within ten seconds they have one minute to take off an item of clothing. If they don’t have any clothing left or refuse to take something off, they will plunge into the slime and out of the game. Let’s find out where we are starting.”
The lights dimmed leaving a single spotlight crossing back and forth across the three girls. The only two other lights were one spotlight on Nick and another on the slime. The game sounded simple but Heather thought it could be deceptively complicated if the categories were difficult. With her heart racing, Heather was desperate for the game to get started.
The light seemed to meander back and forth forever before suddenly switching to shine straight at Heather.
“Looks like Heather you are first. The first category is animals. You have ten seconds.” Nick spoke quickly, leaving Heather little time to think. Behind the audience, a red digital display appeared and started to count down ten seconds.
Heather’s mind blanked as she desperately tried to think of an animal beginning with A. The timer got down to five seconds in her period of confusion before she spoke. “Alligator,” she said with a sigh of relief.
“Stacey,” said Nick in reply, turning to the girl at the far end of the stage. The spotlight snapped across leaving Heather in welcome darkness.
Stacey was sat smiling, watching the timer count down. There was no outward sign of nervousness there as the digital display ran down the seconds.
When the clock hit zero, a buzzer sounded and Nick spoke again. “Looks like we have our first loser. Stacey, it is time to choose whether to strip or slime.”
Before he had even finished speaking, Heather saw Stacey brazenly pull her dress over her head revealing a pink silky bra which barely covered her large breasts and a matching pink thong. She was smiling at the crowd as they roared their approval. Heather couldn’t believe how confident she seemed. It made Heather more nervous. Revealing herself next to Stacey’s perfect body would be humiliating. She couldn’t let it happen.
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