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Curse hotmail for restricting the length of
subject lines!!! A pox on ye, Microsoft!
American Virgin is, of course, a fictional parody
of the current reality tv craze. All characters are
completely made up and are in no way meant
to portray actual persons, living or dead, and
especially not the guy who might remind you
of Ryan Stiles. If you are not of legal age to
read adult-oriented material of a sexual nature,
then stop reading now and turn on Fox tv to
watch teen-oriented material of a sexual nature.
If your local laws prohibit reading such materials
at any age, bookmark this story, move, and
then read it.
The first chapter (in two parts) contains the
essential plot setup, which I've tried to keep
entertaining, along with light depictions of
exhibitionism, male public humliation, and
male domination of a female. There is no
actual sexual contact in part 1, so if that's all
you're after, might as well find a different
story. At the end of part 1b you will get a
chance to vote on which characters will "move
on" to the next round of stories, which will
contain some actual sex.
As always, comments, suggestions, and
criticisms (constructive or otherwise) are
welcome at David_Altaire@hotmail.com.
Sexy nude pictures, too--no camels.
-David
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<1st attachment, "American Virgin 1a.txt" begin>
Amanda Hutchins sat in the
misappropriately named dressing room, fighting the
butterflies which raged in her stomach. In just
30 minutes she'd be walking onto the stage, clad
only in the ridiculous ensemble which the show's
producers had selected for her. A studio audience
of 1,500 people, nearly all of them complete
strangers, would be watching her every move and
coming to judgments which could make or break the
acting career which she would only just be getting
underway tonight.
The 19 year-old certainly hadn't imagined
this scenario when she'd left home a year ago,
headed for the bright lights and glamour of Los
Angeles, stars firmly emplaced in her eyes. She'd
already been something of a star in her own right,
at least back in Gopher Falls, South Dakota,
having won the leading part in every production
put on during her 4 years of high school, as well
as several starring roles in the regional
community theater's plays. The girl had even
graced the local airwaves, appearing in two low
budget commercials for area businesses, finally
being the featured guest on the cable access
channel's talk show the week before she'd left.
But after 8 months in the industry capital
here in Southern California, all she'd had to show
for her beauty and talents was a waitressing gig
at a cheap franchise restaurant and an uncredited
part as "corpse #3" in a straight-to-video movie
titled "Sorority Slumber Massacre 4". No agent
would so much as return her calls, let alone agree
to represent her. And so she'd answered the open
call for a new reality tv show, which had
specified only that they were looking for
"attractive and adventerous young women, ages 18
to 24, must be able to prove virginity through a
series of medical examinations".
She'd almost balked at the implications of
that last qualifier, but when it came down to it,
Amanda knew that she was well beyond the luxury of
being able to pick and choose roles. The would be
starlet well remembered the fame which had greeted
the stars of other reality shows, and that, along
with the promise of a generous cash prize for the
girl selected, was enough to overcome her initial
hesitation. Besides which, she was an adventerous
young woman, or at the very least could be if it
got her foot through the door in Hollywood.
The young blonde had won the role, beating
out an initial response of over 3,000 girls, many
of whom she'd heard had been disqualified during
the medical exams. And the cash prize was indeed
generous--$100,000, payable in full at the
completion of taping for the show. That money
alone would allow her to finally quit her crummy
job and focus full-time on launching her true
acting career, and the exposure would definitely
help in that regard. She'd had more than a little
difficulty in explaining her part to her parents,
her father in particular obviously very upset at
her decision, but in the end they'd agreed to
support their daughter, with the combined efforts
of Amanda and her mother finally serving to
convince Mr. Hutchins that it was often necessary
to go to such lengths in order to make it in
Hollywood.
The door opened to admit her makeup and
hair stylist, a 30-something man who fussed over
the girl while putting on the final touches for
her grand debut.
**********
Joe Abernathy stood in the control room,
watching the video feed coming in from the
dressing room. Amanda had signed a contract
allowing the producers of "American Virgin" to
videotape her every move during the extent of the
filming schedule, and nowhere in the agreement did
it stipulate that taping could not begin until she
took the stage. Besides, Joe well knew that his
job, not to mention the fledgling "Ginger" channel
itself, was on the line with this show. It had
been his idea, his pitch; and because of that, it
was his responsibility should the show bomb and
the cash-strapped adult entertainment channel
fold. Still...
He turned to his assistant, Susan. "This
girl is a Godsend."
Yes woman that she was, she wasted no time
in agreeing with him. "We couldn't have found a
better American Virgin if we'd casted for 10
years." And it was true, after all--the 19 year
old Amanda was a bombshell in every sense of the
word. Standing at a statuesque 5'7", with her
naturally blonde hair framing a cherubic face
beautifully before falling well past the backs of
her shoulders. She'd been a three sport athlete
in high school, in addition to her acting
pursuits, captaining both the varsity football and
basketball cheering squads before playing on the
tennis team during the spring. She'd even won the
regional singles tennis title during her senior
year, a fact which grew from nice trivia into a
goldmine when they'd discovered that her finals
match had been videotaped in full by a local news
show, who gladly shared the footage for a nominal
fee.
More than that, even, was the girl's
personality. She still maintained a slight air
of virginal innocence, but her months as a
struggling actress had given her just enough of a
wordly view to come off as sexy. And she'd passed
every test they could throw at her, proving beyond
any doubt that she was far more willing to
experiment and try new things than her status as a
real, honest to goodness virgin would imply. All
nerves aside, Joe felt confident that he had a
sleeper hit on his hands, if only the network was
able to get it into enough households to matter.
"Five minutes to air time!" The
production manager's voice echoed slightly in the
large hall, setting dozens of stage hands, video
and sound people, and a veritable army of studio
flunkies scurrying into motion. Joe felt Susan's
hand land on his shoulder, giving it a firm
squeeze.
"It's going to be a hit," she told him,
and he struggled to believe her.
**********
"And we're live in 5...4...", and the
director counted off the final 3 seconds with his
fingers, finally pointing to the host as the
camera in the back of the auditorium zoomed in
rapidly on the man.
"Good evening Ginger subscribers and
members of our live studio audience! I'm Brian
Willoughs, and this...is American Virgin!" He
paused as the theme song blasted throughout the
hall, a stylized video intro playing on the 12
foot screen behind him while the live spectators
dutifully obeyed the flashing 'applause' signs.
"In just a moment, you will meet 19 year-old
Amanda Hutchins, a real American virgin!" He
paused for more applause, already starting to
sweat before the bright tv lights, in his heavy
tuxedo.
"Amanda will get to choose from 12 young
and eligible bachelors, with the winner receiving
a check for $100,000, along with the chance to
deflower young Amanda on live national television!
Only the Ginger Channel can bring you
entertainment like this!" He had to shout over a
round of spontaneous applause to get the second
line in.
"Before we bring Amanda on stage, let's
meet our beautiful American Virgin!" Brian strode
quickly to the side of the stage, the video
footage rolling on the giant screen.
In the production piece, Amanda sat on a
comfortable easy chair, her blonde hair coiffed
just so and dressed demurely in a red sweater and
blue jeans. The camera showed her introducing
herself and answering questions, occasionally
cutting to still photos of the girl as a youth,
along with video footage they'd managed to obtain
from sources around her hometown.
"I'm Amanda Hutchins, I'm 19 years old,
and I'm an American Virgin," she began on the
video. "I grew up in Gopher Falls, South Dakota,
which is a small town of 1700 people near the
Southeast corner of the state." A map flashed
briefly on the tape, highlighting the location of
the tiny burg. "Growing up, I always wanted to
be an actress. I used to put on plays for my
parents in the living room when I was 5, using my
dolls as the other actors." She laughed
charmingly at that.
"When I got to high school, I followed my
passion for acting, starring in 8 school plays and
several other area productions, plus a couple of
local tv commercials." The interview stopped for
a while as they rolled one of her old
advertisements, a 10 year-old Amanda pitching for
the town's Chevy dealer. "When I'm old enough, I
want to buy *my* car from Don Falls Chevy!", she
exclaimed in the ad, drawing laughter from the
live studio audience.
"I was also a cheerleader, and I played on
the school tennis team," she went on, yearbook
photos of her in her cheerleading uniform
plastered on the screen, along with footage of the
girl hoisting her regional tennis trophy. "When
I graduated, I knew that I had to move to L.A. and
get into the acting business. And now, here I am,
on American Virgin!"
"I'm looking for a sweet guy with a nice
sense of humor," she explained on tape, "someone
who'll make me feel special and be there with me
when I'm working on set. Looks aren't really that
important," she added in cliche' form, "so long as
I know how he feels about me."
"I dated a couple of boys in high school,
but never anything very serious. They were nice
guys, but I was just too busy between school,
acting, and sports for a real relationship. Since
I got to L.A., it's been all about earning a
living and looking for my big break."
"My parents were always a huge influence
in my life, and they still are. In fact, they're
planning to be in the studio audience when we do
the first show." She laughed when the interviewer
asked her what her parents thought of her being on
American Virgin. "They weren't very happy about
it at first, but after a while they realized that
it was something I wanted to do, and they both
support my decision. They trust me," she
concluded with a smile.
"I'll be really nervous when I make my
choice at the end of the show," she laughed, "but
I'm sure it'll be great, too. I'm just looking
foward to showing America what an American Virgin
can do!"
Off-stage, Amanda cringed as she heard
herself enthusiastically utter the canned line at
the end of her interview. In truth, she was more
looking forward to getting the check at the end of
the show, and to the acting offers which would
hopefully come pouring in after her exposure on
A.V. She was just plain nervous about the sex
which would mark the end of the series.
The 19 year-old took her cue when she
heard the tape end with her thanking America for
watching, and strode purposefully onto the stage,
shoulders back, head cocked towards the audience,
and a huge smile plastered onto her face, just as
they'd told her. It took every ounce of acting
ability in her body to keep that facade as the
1500 people in attendance collectively ooh'd and
ahh'd on seeing her, with more than a few whistles
and cat-calls reaching her ears. Somewhere out
there, her parents sat, watching this scene play
out.
**********
"Great call on the outfit, Joe!" He
turned in the production office, seeing the
network president, William Nunnery, smiling at
him. He smiled a thanks, quickly looking back
to his screens lest someone make the mistake which
would ruin his career.
It had taken weeks of meetings to finally
decide on Amanda's attire for opening night, but
in the end, he had to admit that the decision
they'd come to worked perfectly. The sexy young
woman strode on a pair of white pumps with 3 inch
stiletto style heels. Her incredible body was
wrapped in a long white robe, cut modestly at her
neck and falling all the way to her ankles, but
the material so sheer that it lent only a slightly
pale tint to the bare flesh underneath. The only
other thing on her body was the simple gold chain
which hung around her neck, a small cross nestled
between her breasts.
Like every other member of the audience,
save perhaps for the girl's parents, Joe couldn't
help but let his eyes linger on the screen as
camera 2 slowly panned up and down Amanda's body,
effectively nude as it was. Taking in the sight
of the athletic frame, perfectly toned but not
overly muscular--a feminine ideal. Her firm young
breasts, 36C in measurement and as yet untouched
by the effects of aging and gravity, capped with
quarter-sized areolae surrounding tiny, pinkish
nipples. The smooth material sliding over them,
coupled with the nervous excitement of the moment,
conspired to harden her tiny bullets until they
almost begged to be sucked and nibbled on.
From there her torso rapidly narrowed into
a waspish 24 inch waist, the smooth rippling of
her flat stomach giving proof that she still
found time to work on her flawless figure. Just
inches further below, the girl's form swung
outward again into her 34 inch hips, a thick patch
of blonde curls lying between her swaying flanks.
The camera panned further downward, over the sweep
of her firm young thighs, feminine knees, and
perfectly toned shins and calves, finally
lingering for a moment on the bare feet tucked
into the white pumps. They quickly switched to
camera 4, which showed the same view from behind,
the former cheerleader's tight, heart-shaped ass
swaying seductively as she walked to the center of
the stage to meet the show's host, her long blonde
locks falling halfway down her smooth, bare back.
**********
She met Brian at the front of the stage as
planned, the host taking her hands and laying a
scripted kiss on the back of her right hand before
turning the duo more towards the audience and
speaking.
"Ladies and gentlemen and Ginger
subscribers at home, please give a hand to your
American Virgin, Amanda Hutchins."
The girl was taken aback by the heady rush
which accompanied the loud and boisterous cheering
that cascaded onto the stage, forgetting her
nudity for the moment and getting lost in the
adoration of all these strangers. It felt like
curtain call after her high school plays, only
better--these weren't her classmates and elderly
retirees from town in the audience, but industry
bigwigs and Hollywood insiders who were cheering
her on! It was a far cry indeed from the
unimpressed and sometimes sympathetic looks she'd
gotten from casting people during her earlier
auditions.
Brian turned back to face her, improvising
his next line. "Well, Amanda, if our 12 handsome
bachelors don't meet with your approval, it looks
as if we have quite a few volunteers in the
audience!" A peal of appreciative laughter
eminated from the seats, Amanda herself giggling
as she felt a wave of intoxication sweep over her
from her admiring fans. The host turned back
to the crowd.
"During casting and again just last night,
Amanda was subjected to several medical
examinations, all of which confirmed that she is
a true American Virgin. In just a moment, we'll
introduce her to the 12 young suitors who will
vie for her hand." He paused at that, grinning
devilishly. "Well, perhaps not vie for her
*hand*", he teased, drawing more laughter. After
we leave the air tonight, *you*, our viewing
audience at home, will cut the field in half,
after which the remaining 6 men will retire with
our American Virgin to a stately manor in the
Hollywood hills. Each of the 6 finalists will get
the chance to take Amanda out on a single
one-on-one date, where anything and everything is
permitted, so long as her maidenhead remains
intact."
He paused again as several of the men in
the crowd whooped it up. "After spending time
with each of the finalists, Amanda will select one
man to be her first lover, and they will consumate
this agreement right here on American Virgin!"
Amanda felt her head spinning as another
wave of enthusiastic applause washed over them.
All fears of the event which would transpire at
the end of the series were gone, any thoughts of
the monetary reward erased from her mind. This
was what she wanted, what she'd come to Los
Angeles for all those months ago. The roar of the
crowd, voicing their approval and appreciation of
her--the ultimate rush of fame. She was drawn out
of her reverie as Brian took her hand once more.
"Amanda...are you ready to meet the
contestants?"
She smiled at him, genuinely. "Most
definitely, Brian!"
"Then let's meet our 12 bachelors here on
American Virgin!"
**********
Joe watched the monitor as the men paced
onto the stage, one of the production assistants,
Rudy, he thought his name was, commenting:
"I just hope Mel Brooks doesn't sue over
this," he joked.
Joe was too nervous to laugh, but he did
see the humor in the comparison to the infamous
scene from "History of the World Pt.I", where the
roman gladiators had paraded sans skirts in front
of Madeliene Kahn's character, the woman often
gawking as she selected her guard based on their
endowment. All 12 of the men were totally nude as
they strode onto the set, most of them still fully
erect after the backstage preparation. Those who
had lost a little of their stiffness quickly
started to regain it as they saw the naked form of
the nubile young virgin--they had carefully
prevented any of them from meeting or even
catching a glimpse of young Amanda before this
moment. He had to admit, that girl could stiffen
a blind eunich.
**********
The 12 competitors walked carefully to
their mark, forming two neat rows of 6 men apiece
on a diagonal front, across the stage from Amanda
and the host. Brian turned again to the 19
year-old blonde.
"See anything you like, Amanda?"
She laughed along with the crowd, a bit
uneasily. Seeing all of those dicks bobbing up
and down as they walked, most of them fully erect,
the girl saw far too much that she liked! She
wasn't sure if the producers had done this on
purpose or not, but it seemed that there was a
cock of every size and shape in front of her, the
shortest man perhaps 5 inches in length, while one
black contestant looked to have more than a foot
of man meat! Amanda had only seen one penis in
her life before, in person at least, and that had
belonged to her senior year boyfriend, Adam.
She'd taken pity on his whining pleas, finally
agreeing to take him into her hand and stroke him
to orgasm, which he'd seemed to appreciate. At
the time, the girl had thought her boyfriend's
prick to be pretty big, but he would have been
among the smallest of the men on this stage.
In the end, she could only manage a barely
audible "Uh huh", which drew even more laughter
from the studio audience. Brian led her to her
next mark on the stage.
"Each of the bachelors will be now have
the opportunity to come forward one at a time and
introduce himself to Amanda. You, our viewers
will base your first cuts on these introductions,
along with a short talent competition later this
hour. The order in which the men will go was
determined by a random draw backstage. Bachelor
One, please step forward and meet Amanda."
She watched as a man walked quickly
forward, his lips stretching to reveal a gleaming
white smile. He was slender of build, though
obviously fit, with sparkling blue eyes under
neatly trimmed brown hair. He strode on until he
stood perhaps a foot in front of her, taking her
hands in his and planting a kiss on her palm.
"Amanda." He smiled again, the girl
returning the favor at his gallant gesture. "My
name is Roger, and I'm a 26 year-old medical
resident. My turn-ons include soft music,
candlelit dinners, and romantic evenings out. My
sexiest experience was making love on the beach
at sunset in Acapulco. If you pick me, I will
shower you with the gifts and affection that a
young woman of your beauty deserves."
He paused for another broad smile at the
girl, Amanda nearly swooning over his romantic
demeanor, and then strode to his place on the
stage behind them. Even though she still had 11
more men to meet, the girl already counted this
handsome man as one of her favorites. Besides,
she felt her parents would be more likely to
approve of the end of this show if she wound up
dating a doctor.
The next one was Hispanic and short, with
a lean and wiry body. His black hair was buzzed
down to a thin coating over his skull, a small
goatee covering his angular chin and deep brown
eyes which seemed to shine directly into his soul.
She felt a bit embarassed at the fact that her
heels caused her to stand at least an inch taller
than the man, but it didn't seem to bother him
in the least.
"My name is Filipe, and I'm a 22 year-old
marketing major. I like strong and dominant
women, rubber, and being in bondage. If you
choose me, I will faithfully serve you and carry
out your every whim." He then shocked her by
dropping to his hands and knees and laying a soft
kiss on each of her feet before rising again
and walking off to his appointed spot. Amanda
wasn't sure how she felt about a man who wanted to
be dominated, although the more she thought about
it, the more possibilities she could see.
Bachelor Three towered at least 8 inches
above her, another white man with blonde hair cut
into a short flat top. His eyes were a pale blue,
and his body, while lean, was certainly not that
of a man who spent a lot of time in the gym. But
Amanda couldn't help but laugh when he took her
hand in the same manner as the first man, but
instead made a production out of slobbering all
over her fingers.
"My name is Mike, and I'm a 24 year-old
stand-up commedian. My turn-ons include sex,
preferably with other homo sapiens, and your
boobs." He paused to stare at them for a long
moment with his tongue hanging out, drawing a
giggle from the girl and a roar of laughter from
the crowd. "My most erotic experience was
actually finding a woman who was willing to sleep
with me." He looked over into the camera and
waved. "Thanks mom!" Another tide of laughs.
"If you choose me, I'll bring laughter into your
life and into the bedroom. Sometimes
intentionally." He winked at that before
ambling off.
She liked that one, who'd made her laugh
so easily and who obviously wasn't beyond making
jokes at his own expense. Sure, he wasn't the
most handsome man of the group, but she'd actually
meant what she'd said about a sense of humor, as
that was far less likely to fade over the years
than a man's physical appearance. Even though the
point of the show was for her to choose her first
lover, she couldn't help but think in longer terms
than that.
The fourth man was black, standing about
an even 6 feet in height with a shaven head. He
was by far the most muscular of the men thus far,
obviously a workout buff. He strode confidently
towards her, and she couldn't help but glance
briefly at his dick, which she figured must be at
least 9 inches in length, and very thick.
"My name is LaBrandon, and I'm a 21
year-old musician and rapper. My turn-ons include
oral sex," he winked, "giving and receiving. My
best sexual experience was getting busy with two
girls after one of my shows. If you pick me, I'll
serenade you with lyrics as fine as you are." He
boldly leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek
before walking away.
Amanda had never dated a black man, but
that was more due to the almost entirely white
population of her hometown, than to any inborn
prejudice--she had no problem with the idea of
dating or sleeping with a man of color, and knew
that her parents wouldn't mind it, either. And
LaBrandon did seem like a nice man and was quite
handsome; not to mention the thick root which
hung between her legs, and the way she'd quivered
inside when he'd mentioned giving her oral sex.
The 5th man was in front of her almost
before she'd realized it, this one another blonde
with a spiked up, punky hairdo. His eyes shown
green, and she guessed him to stand at about 5'9",
and perhaps 130 pounds soaking wet. He was also
one of the ones with a shorter penis, although she
gave the man credit for not being afraid to walk
around naked beside all these better-endowed
individuals.
"My name is Rake, and I'm a 19 year-old
student and musician. My turn-ons include sex in
public, and my hottest experience was doing the
nasty with a girl in middle of the crowd at a rock
show back East. If you pick me, I'll make you
scream with passion and cream with lust."
He wasn't exactly her type, physically,
but she suprisingly found that the mere thought of
having sex in the middle of a cheering crowd had
her juices flowing, though thankfully not in such
a literal manner as would be apparent through the
filmy robe she wore. She did like his eyes quite
a bit, and she figured that she was going to end
up having public sex at the end of this series
anyway, so it might as well be with a guy who was
experienced in the art.
Bachelor Six was tall, standing at least
a couple of inches above 6 feet, and beefy. His
body showed a great deal of strength, although the
slight amount of flab over his muscles hinted at
either poor diet or not enough running around.
His hair was black and fell to his shoulders, his
eyes a dark and mysterious brown.
"My name is Evan, and I am 25 years old.
I own and manage three night clubs in the greater
Los Angeles area, and I enjoy dominating a
submissive woman, or women, in the most erotic and
fulfilling ways. When you choose me, you will
call me 'Master', and I will help you to achieve
heights of ecstacy which you cannot even imagine
right now."
She shivered involuntarily, though from
excitement and not from the cold. His eyes had
penetrated her, his voice deep and commanding, and
the girl had felt a jolt of sexual energy shoot
through her system at his promise of unrivaled
ecstacy. Plus, owning several businesses made him
an independent and probably fairly wealthy man--a
good provider for a struggling young actress.
The Seventh man stood a shade below 6
feet in height, with brown hair and green eyes.
His lean and hard young body showed the athleticsm
of youth, his clean shaven face the innocence that
went with it.
"Hi Amanda." He smiled, and she breathed
a quick hello back. "My name is Brad, I'm 18
years old, and I'm a college student. I'm also a
virgin, and the best, and sexiest, moment of my
life so far was seeing you for the first time."
She actually blushed as a spontaneous 'awww'
chorused through the seats. "If you pick me, I'll
look forward to learning the ways of love along
with you."
She liked Brad; liked his earnest face and
honest way of speaking, along with the beautiful
compliment he'd bestowed on her. And she had to
admit, it might feel a little easier for her if
she were to pick someone as inexperienced as she
was herself--she needn't feel as much pressure of
living up to the man's expectations if she would
also be his first lover.
Bachelor Eight was black, and gigantic in
every sense of the word. She figured his height
to be at least 6'5", that tall frame carrying
upwards of 250 pounds of pure muscle. His black
hair was cut neatly to a uniform quarter inch or
so in length, his broad face clean-shaven. He was
also the owner of the largest cock on the stage,
which had lost a little of its hardness during
the wait, but she well remembered as having been
at least 12 inches in length and *very* thick.
The sight of the mammoth root had frightened the
19 year-old virgin, but at the same time, the
thought of something so huge sliding into her body
seemed incredibly hot to her.
"My name is Steve, and I'm 23 years old.
I play semi-professional football here in Los
Angeles, and I'm also a warehouse supervisor. I
like sex, any kind of it, with anyone, and I'm
bisexual. The hottest night of my life was when
I hooked up with a pretty little thing and we got
it on all night long. If you pick me, I'll show
you why size *does* matter, and I'll demonstrate
the stamina that a professional athlete has."
His prick had hardened to its full state
while he spoke to her, and Amanda had found it a
struggle to maintain eye contact with the man, her
eyes constantly wanting to dart downward to his
incredible shaft. She'd actually had to fight to
resist the urge to reach out and touch it, as if
unsure that it could possibly be real. The mere
sight of it had her pussy tingling, to the point
that she was no longer sure whether or not the
audience could see her moisture, nor whether or
not she cared if they could.
The ninth gentleman was again gaunt and
wiry, though close to 6 feet tall. Brown eyebrows
and pubic hair gave lie to the bleached blonde
hair atop his head, which was cut short and spiked
up as the earlier man. What drew her attention to
him were the incredible number of piercings and
tattoos on his body--a quick once over told her
that there were at least 20 tattoos on his frame,
and a similar number of studs and rings affixed to
both ears, both eyebrows, his nose, lips, nipples,
and even one ring which protruded from the
underside of his swollen glans! She barely had
time to notice his blue eyes and wide smile before
he was speaking.
"My name is Matt, I'm 20 years old, and
I'm a professional BMX rider and extreme sports
athlete. I'm into piercings and body art, but I
guess you can see that." He smiled bashfully as
she giggled and the audience roared. "My sexiest
experience was having sex with a girl on one of
the dunes of a BMX course, after a competition.
If you pick me, I'll show you fun and excitement
that never ends, and maybe get you started on your
own body art collection."
She wasn't so sure about that last part,
as the girl had no real interest in any piercings
beyond the one in each earlobe, but he did seem
like a nice and handsome guy, in his own way, and
funny to boot. Plus, the thought of exploring all
those rings and studs on his own body with her
fingers (or more!) had an odd sort of appeal for
the young blonde.
Bachelor Ten walked up to her, another
brown haired man with deep brown eyes. He wore
the thin-rimmed glasses of an office sort, but had
the body of a man who knew his way around a set
of weights--not huge, but far from skinny, too.
She guessed him to be around 5'10" and 165 pounds,
and he wore a friendly and sincere smile.
"My name is Ken, and I'm 23 years old. I
work for an accounting firm right now, but I'm an
aspiring writer. My turn-ons include
exhibitionism and sex in public, but I'm willing
to give just about anything a try once, and I
haven't really found anything that I haven't liked
just yet." He paused for a grin, Amanda returning
the gesture. "My hottest experience was having
sex on a trolley car in San Francisco." He paused
again to look at the audience. "With a woman!",
he emphasized, drawing more laughter. "If you
pick me, I'll look forward to teaching you what I
know about sex and love, and learning other things
along with you."
He bent to kiss her hand before walking
off, and Amanda found herself wondering what it
was about sex in public that turned so many people
on. That was two of the ten men already who had
mentioned it, and besides, when it came down to
it, this whole show was centered on the premise.
Still, Ken seemed nice and very handsome, and
certainly appeared to have a good sense of humor.
The Eleventh contestant strode up, this
the final black man amongst the competitors. He
was short, shorter even than she was without the
three inch heels which currently adorned her feet,
but a quick glimpse between his legs showed that
it was only in height that he was below average.
He wore a smile which seemed to light up the
entire hall.
"My name is Dave, but everyone calls me
'Shorty'. I'm 22 years old and I'm a computer
programmer. My turn-ons include just about
everything, but in particular I like to watch a
woman do her thing. My best sexual experience was
videotaping my old girl while she played with
some toys, and then setting the camera on a tripod
and getting down with her myself. I still have
the tape if you ever want to see," he said with a
sly grin. "If you pick me, I will worship the
ground you walk on and make you feel like the
beautiful princess that you are." He also stooped
to kiss her hand before leaving.
Amanda wasn't sure about dating a man
shorter than she was, but he seemed to be a really
nice guy, and appeared as impressed by her as any
of the men, excepting perhaps the young virgin.
She found her mind lingering on his smile, and
felt yet more moisture between her legs as she
imagined him smiling like that at her as he filmed
her masturbating...
The final man was in front of her, about
5'10" with straight red hair and green eyes, a
thick spattering of freckles adorning his pale
skin. He was clearly out of shape, his stomach
bulging somewhat although not quite to the point
of being fat. His demeanor spoke far less of
self-confidence than the first 11, and she
blanched slightly on noting that his pubic region
was completely shaved.
"My name is Charles, and I'm 25. I work
for a small law firm in the Midwest, and I like to
be abused." He blushed at the snickers which
came from the seats, but oddly enough, Amanda
noticed that his prick, definitely the smallest
of the men present, was rock hard even as some
people jeered him. "I like a woman who will make
me her toy, humiliate me and force me to beg
like a dog for her favors," he continued, his
voice shaking as the mocking grew louder. "If
you pick me," and he paused to shudder, "I will
beg you like the bad little boy I am. Beg you to
spank me, to kick me, to hurt me." He was shaking
and gasping so much that Amanda wondered if he
wasn't going to shoot off right there. "I'll...
lick the mud off your heels, I-I'll...lick your
ass and let your friends make fun of me." Someone
yelled "FREAK!!" from the audience, drawing a
chorus of laughter. "I-I-I'll drink your pee,
Mistress!"
And then it happened, so quickly that
Amanda had no time to react. His little prick
started pulsing and shooting, cum shooting across
the small gap between their two bodies and
splattering on her sheer robe, the thin material
clinging wetly to her hips and legs. He hadn't
even touched himself!! She heard the audience
laughing cruely at the man's humiliating
predicament, the doughy redhead stammering out
apologies to her even as he continued to shoot,
the shocked young blonde unable even to move at
the sheer lunacy of the situation. She looked
down, seeing his sperm soaking into the gauzy
gown she wore, a large glob of it resting on her
bare foot just above where her toes disappeared
into her pumps.
"I-I-I'm sorry, Mistress!" He fell to his
knees and bent to lick his spend from her foot,
drawing yet more jeering from the studio audience.
A security man appeared from out of nowhere to
drag Charles back to his feet and pull him
somewhat roughly to his appointed spot in line,
Amanda still just standing there in shocked
disbelief. Their host stepped in to keep the
show rolling.
"And there you have them, our 12
contestants on American Virgin! Well, maybe 11
and a half," he improvised, drawing a roar of
laughter and appreciative applause from the crowd.
He smiled and waited for them to quiet down.
"We're going to take a brief break here to get
Amanda cleaned up and set the stage for our talent
competition, while you at home see a short video
documenting the rigorous selection process which
our semi-finalists went through to make it here."
He stopped again to look over at Charles, who
was still blubbering apologies to anyone within
earshot. "Perhaps not rigorous enough!"
**********
"Who the fuck approved that idiot!?!?"
William Nunnery's voice bellowed loudly through
the small production office, while the in-house
camera feeds showed several studio flunkies
swarming over the girl and the stage itself with
mops and damp towels, trying to clean up the mess
that Charles had made. All eyes turned to Joe
Abernathy, who had enjoyed final approval of all
aspects of the program.
"Mr. Nunnery," he began, careful to keep
his voice calm and steady, "We needed a wimp. The
girl tested off the charts in just about every
category of our sexual aptitude testing, and we
had to offer as wide a variety of sexual
behaviorisms as we could for her to choose from.
Hell, according to the tests, she gets turned on,
at least in theory, by everything that we can
legally show in this country!" 'And a few things
we can't,' he thought, remembering that she'd
rated two stories as 'extremely hot', one of which
dealt with a woman who seduced young boys all over
her town, the other concerning a pretty redhead
who'd enjoyed sex with dogs.
"Besides," Joe continued, seeing that his
boss wasn't entirely placated by that explanation,
"we needed some comic relief. Not on that scale,
I'll grant you," and that drew a couple of nervous
chuckles from the crew, "but someone that the
audience can gossip about and poke fun of over the
water cooler tomorrow morning. If all the men
were handsome, romantic hunks, our male audience
would feel insignificant themselves. We want them
to feel like any one of them could have been the
guy she chooses, if they'd applied."
"And America hates lawyers anyway," Susan
obediently seconded.
The network president studied them for an
agonizingly long minute, the cramped booth going
dead silent as each person waited for the words
that would either make or break the careers of
everyone within its walls. Finally, blessedly,
his lips creased into a smile.
"It's your show, Joe. I trust your
thoughts on this one, otherwise you wouldn't be
where you are now." He paused to chuckle. "And
I have to admit, seeing that pathetic individual
did make me feel a bit more manly myself."
The crew nearly tripped over themselves to
laugh heartily at their boss' joke, his own yes
men jockeying to add their own disbelief that he
would ever consider himself less than God-like.
"Thanks, boss." Joe wasn't ready to smile
just yet, as he'd been around long enough to read
between the lines of the president's words. It
was his show, all right, and if it failed, it
would be Joe Abernathy who was ruined in this
town, and not William Nunnery.
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