No handjob for Jeane.

“ Shift over to the dick hole, i want to fuck you silly. “ Chad told her.

Maria was not only shocked, she was provoked. While she was appalled by Chad's strange request, she felt offended. 

“ Excuse me? “ Maria asked in a high, defiant tone. 

“ You heard me, bend. “ Chad maintained his request.

Maria folded her arms, “ Is that how you ask all the girls here? Did you ask them for a doggy position? “ 

Chad sensed her display of defiance. “ Are you going to bend or not? “

“ I want to know if it's part of the game. “ 

“ It is not, I desire it. “ 

 

Maria boldly shook her head and said, “  Then I am sorry Mr Macmiller, I will not bend. “ 

Chad was surprised, “ Do you know who I am? “

“ Quite frankly I know you, but as long as I am a part of this competition, I want to be treated as every other girl in the room. “ 

Chad was amazed by her resistance, it turned him on. “ But you did not fulfil the task for round 2, you are miserable at giving handjobs. What if you get disqualified? Bend and let me fuck you, and I will make sure you see the next round. “ He promised.

The thought of disqualification made Maria scared, but she refused to allow Chad Macmiller cheap fuck her. She was already downplaying her nature by being in a game of sex. 

“ Then so be it. “ Maria replied and stormed out of the room. 

Chad was smiling behind, maybe he had seen a new woman to replace Ella and Clara back in his villa. 

***********

It was Jeane's turn to play the game, like the first game, she was not ready, but she went in anyways. When jeane entered the room, she saw the dickhole, but it was empty. Unknown to her, Klein was at the other side of the wall, preparing to place his dick through the hole.

Jeane was panicking, the only way to snap out of panic mode was to recite a song she wrote. She sang the song whenever she needed to release tension and stress. Jeane snapped her fingers and began to sing, “ I never asked to be born, but instead I survived. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade

When life gives you stress, eat some chocolate instead

Deny it all, just dance in your socks

Stress ain't got nothing on this funky rock!

Na na na, stress go away

Na na na, come back another day “ 

As Jeane sang, Klein heard it all. He placed his ears on the soft wall and listened to her sing. 

Jeane continued, “ I'm a chicken wearing sunglasses dancing on a pogo stick in space, My stress is a purple dragon

I'm ninja-slicing it with a slice of cake. My socks are made of cheese, My pillows are laughing at me, The moon is a giant trampoline, I'm bouncing my worries to infinity. "

Klein began to laugh from the other side. When Jeane heard the laughter, she gasped and stopped singing. 

“ Is anyone there? “ Jeane called.

“ Of course there is someone here, aren't you supposed to be handling my dick? “ Klein asked.

Jeane was shocked to hear the voice of a Macmiller triplet from the wall. Shit! He had  heard her rehearse her silly song. 

“ I… I um… “ She stuttered badly. 

Klein laughed some more. 

“ I'm sorry, “ Jeane whispered. 

“ I'm a chicken wearing sunglasses, dancing on a pogo stick in space? “ Klein recited her song, “ What is that supposed to mean? “ He asked without revealing his face. 

“ It's nothing, just a stupid song I came up with. “ Jeane answered.

“ You wrote it yourself? “ Klein finally showed his face through the see-hole. 

Jeane was stunned to see which Macmiller it was, it was Mr metallic dick Klein. 

“ Are you kidding? “ Klein released when he discovered her to be the girl who drew a flower on her forehead at the previous game. “ It's you. “ 

“ Last time you drew a flower, now you are singing a song. Is there something I should know about you? “ Klein squinted hard as he asked. It was the art lover in him that wanted to know. He suspected that color Yellow may be special. 

Jeane kept mute, afraid that she made a mistake. 

“ I order you to speak. “ Klein's voice was suddenly indomitable.

“ The song and the flower was to give me strength and take away my fear. “ 

Klein's gaze settled on jeane perfectly as his reasoning began to produce results about color Yellow's nature. 

“ I am a writer. “ She said.

The moment Jeane revealed that she was writer, Klein's heart skipped a beat.

Jeane scoffed, “ I would love to call myself that, although I have no recognition yet, I simply write to seek freedom. “

Hearing her words, Klein instantly developed feelings for color yellow. He located the door and walked into the room she was, naked and not caring about his exposed face. Once again, Jeane was faced with his metallic dick aiming at her, she was astounded to find Klein Macmiller in the same room with her.

“ You are a writer? “ 

“ I am. “ 

“ Playing a sex game? “ He arched a brow.

“ My parents_

Jeane decided not to reveal the truth about her predicament to klein, she didn't want to seem like a beggar.

“ Writing hasn't paid me yet, I wish to be famous for what I do. “ 

“ What do you write? “ Klein's voice came out with a deep longing. 

“ Fiction, poetry. “ 

“ Wow, “ Klein shook his head, although her funny song sounded beautiful, he wanted to hear more. “ Tell me something about myself, in a poem. “ 

Jeane was surprised by klein Macmiller's interest in art, was he into it perhaps? She looked into his eyes and began, 

“ Bourne identity to all those with the mark, sworn allegiance to those not trapped in the dark. Beneath the wave is a strength masking as a quiet storm waiting to be violently unleashed. “ 

Klein was instantly thrown off balance by Jeane's poetry about him. Her words had cut him so deep that his emotions felt a strange, deep connection with her. He reached her waist and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. 

Klein parted first, then he realised he had let his emotions get the better of him.

“ Leave. “ He ordered her.

“ But the game, I have not played. “ Jeane asked in worry. 

“ Leave now! “ he ordered her. Jeane ran outside the room scared and afraid.