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+++ The New Normal +++
“Hellooo? Anybody home?” Selena said as she lightly knocked on the door to the bedroom where her parents had taken their residence for the last few days, ever since she and her father’s stuff was moved here from the hotel room where they were previously staying, a mix of amusement and irritation clear in her voice.
She hadn’t seen them much in those last few days, ever since her mother had arrived here to join them. Outside of that bedroom, that is. But then, it wasn’t like she was just going to barge in at any random interval and interrupt them while they were busy with much more important stuff, which, as the noises coming out of that room made clear, was most of the time.
It was rather funny when she thought about it. One of the main reasons why all of this had happened in the first place, way before the show itself had started or before her father had even had any idea that this show was about to start, was that their sexual life was suffering. Being together for over 20 years had started to take its toll on them, as did the fact that however much her father loved her mother, the main objects of his sexual attraction were young, busty women, and so, when he was offered a better looking, young version of his wife, he ultimately couldn’t resist, especially as his wife approved of that sexual relationship, given that she loved both of the people in it.
And now, not even a team of powerlifters would be able to wrestle them out of each other’s embrace.
Funny how that works.
She briefly wondered how the show’s staff thought about the situation… before realizing that she really didn’t care much about that.
Annoyed, she was just about to knock again when the door suddenly opened, revealing the grinning face of her father, who was now standing right in front of her in nothing but a green bathrobe.
“Watch out for those knuckl-aah, damn,” he stammered as his eyes noticed just what they were looking at, the joke he was preparing for almost a minute remaining unsaid as his mind quickly turned its attention on the sexy body in front of him. “Those knuckles. With that knocking, that loud, definitely,” he added, defiantly, as his eyes continued to drink in her body’s curves.
She just chuckled lightly, then once again harder as she noticed how his body jerked after the first chuckle made her tits jiggle a bit.
No wonder. With her bust almost fully exposed, it would’ve been hard for anyone not to react to even its slightest movements.
For the filming of the show’s latest episode a few days ago, she had opted for a different outfit than usual, giving a chance to a laced corset to see how it would look like on her, instead of once again wearing the same clothes as before. It was nice! She really couldn’t complain, it fit her nicely and it looked great, especially on camera as she could clearly see while watching the episode.
However… she just couldn’t shake off the feeling that, compared to her previous outfits, it simply didn’t show off enough skin. In addition to making her feel a bit too covered for her tastes, she knew that this being a show with a lot of audience participation, hiding too much could be fatal for her chances to win this.
Her mother had shown a lot of comments from her growing fan club of admirers. She knew what they wanted to see, and she had no problem giving it to them.
So, after enjoying that corset for one more day after the episode where she had worn it was filmed, she put it back into her travel bag among the rest of her clothes, and put back on the attire she was used to. A short black miniskirt coupled with an equally-dark bandeau-top which did only the bare minimum to cover, well, censor really, her prodigious bust. Adding to that some jewelry and high heels that she was by now used to, she now looked pretty much the same as she did when she and her father had first come here in a company-owned limousine filled with cameras, with him now obviously being no less aroused by the sight of her body than he was then.
“Don’t worry, I will, and you know that,” she cheekily added with a wink, and she was sure that she could see him blush after she had done so. “I just hope that you still remember where we are, and why. Keep some of that cum for me as well. We might just really need it.”
“Oh! Don’t worry sweetie, you know how punctual I am!” her mother called out reassuringly somewhere from behind her father after a rather awkward pause, both of them seeing that he was too busy staring at what he almost hadn’t seen for the past few days to answer her in any meaningful way. “I’d never allow you two not to be at least fifteen minutes too soon on the set given how important this is. We’re just having fun with your daddy, we’ve been apart for so long, but don’t worry, he knows that he needs to get prepared already!”
“Thanks Mooom,” Selena replied, catching a glimpse of her mother’s half-naked body sprawled on the large bed which dominated the room.
“Yeah, that’s um, just what I was about to do,” Eric immediately insisted, before suddenly breaking from his trance slipping past Selena, heading straight for the door out of her bedroom. “I just couldn’t remember that I left my travel bag with clothes by the entrance door, that’s all!” he added while closing the door behind him.
The door closed annoyingly loudly, and Selena and Martina laughed as they looked at each other.
“Hopefully it won’t stink, the toilet is right next to that,” Selena remarked.
“Don’t worry, we both know how crazy he is about that,” her mother assured her, before motioning for her to sit on the large bed. “With how many plastic bags he puts over those things, we’ll be lucky for it to have any fragrance at all.”
“Basically,” Selena replied. “Would love to know what this round will be about, the last one being blowjobs really fucked me over.”
“But you at least enjoyed it, didn’t you?” her mother asked, sounding a bit concerned.
“Would be hard to think of something I hadn’t enjoyed in here since we came, but you know how it is when it comes to me and extra work,” she explained with a sigh.
“Yeah, I do,” her mother replied in an amused tone of voice. “So, you have no idea what this round might be about? Because, I’ve been checking the website and those various forums, all of which are filled with people I hope to never see within a couple miles from you by the way, and there’s absolutely nothing.”
“No one has any idea. Not the other contestants, nor even Jake seems to know, or at least he’s not telling. Though, knowing him, I doubt that he’d be able to hold a secret for that long,” she explained. “Seems like the higher management of this have finally found something they are efficient at.”
“So it seems,” the older woman stated dully. “Still, this round should go without problems for you, simple statistics dictates so.”
“I know that, don’t worry,” her daughter assured her. “But you don’t have to bring statistics to this, I had my brain fried enough by it in college.”
Martina just nodded understandingly, before silence overtook the room.
“All right, we can go!” Eric triumphantly announced as he returned to Selena’s bedroom, his outfit of choice, a simple plaid shirt and jeans that seemed almost awkwardly clean and expensive given their position, on him.
“Talk about perfect timing,” Selena stated as she turned around and waltzed towards him, before turning her head to look at her mother one more time. “See ya at the set!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there!” Martina promised just before the doors behind the two of them closed, even though the tone of her voice made it clear that, after spending so much time doing quite exhausting activities with her husband, she wasn’t in much of a rush to leave the comfortable bed. Plus, she was completely convinced that her daughter was going to get through this round without trouble, anyway.
Selena and her father didn’t talk much as they made their way through the studio and to the room where the show was being recorded. Not that there was much to talk about, anyway. She had honestly told him everything she wanted to, and he found it hard to think about anything relating to what they were now doing.
When they finally got to their destination, they found with some displeasure that they were the last ones to do so. Standing closest to the door, Michelle and her father were as quiet as the Santoses were.
“…got to be the time element in this one, I’m sure,” Marianne told Diana, who replied with some opinion of her own, before the conversation continued with their fathers occasionally joining in and Selena not really being able to make sense of it, all of them standing a couple of feet away from the door in the opposite direction from the Ashtons.
Finally, there were Christine and her father, standing closest to the Santoses and already walking toward them and welcoming them.
“Nice to see you guys as well,” Selena repaid the greetings, her gaze fixed on the young writer. She couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing, but Christine actually wore a dominatrix outfit. “Gotta say, awesome outfit,” she added, before looking at her father who, amazingly, didn’t seem to be enthralled by the display in front of him at all.
If that was just because of his balls being emptied as much as she had feared, then they could have a problem if this show went the wrong way.
“Thanks!” Christine replied, happily. “Decided to go for something else for this round. I’d say we have a nice contrast between us, with you going with your classic outfit again.”