The Huntress by tw_holt
Immerse yourself in "The Huntress by tw_holt," an erotic sex story that explores desire, passion, and unforgettable encounters. Follow our captivating protagonist as she embarks on a thrilling adventure filled with steamy moments and intense chemistry. Discover the allure of temptation and the thrill of the chase. Read now for a provocative tale that will leave you breathless!
A mom goes on a reality TV show where things go horribly wrong. , Author’s note: It takes a while to get to the incest.
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“I can do this. I can win. This is my chance!” Sandrah said, at the gym, pushing herself farther than ever before on the smith machine. It was ass and leg day. Seconds earlier, she surpassed her record for number of squats she could do.
“Come on!” she thought. “Two more!”
She struggled with those last two, squeezing her muscular ass, pushing the weight up.
“Yes! Ah! Yes!” She screamed in her head, gritting her teeth. She did it. Sandrah put the barbell back on its slot on the machine and nearly collapsed.
Sitting on a nearby bench, out-of-breath, Sandrah thought about her upcoming week. She was flying to Los Angeles, then from there, Hawaii. She was competing on a reality TV show, where women aged 30-50 hunted younger men aged 18-22. The show was called “The Huntress.”
They didn’t actually hunt and kill the men. Ten women were given a net, a tiny camera attached to their shoulder, and sent off in the wilderness in remote locations. The rules were simple: the first three women to “catch” the three younger men won.
First place prizes were awarded to the huntress first to catch a man. It was a decent amount of money, and an all-expenses paid, week-long, trip with the man she captured.
Second place was for the woman who was second to catch her man. It too, was a decent cash prize, along with a lovely weekend trip somewhere exotic.
Third place was the woman who caught the third and final male contestant. They were give a smaller cash prize, and given a night out. In the first season of the show, it was usually an upscale restaurant, dancing, theater, a movie premiere – things like that.
Sandrah read articles about one winner marrying the man she caught, another two became couples for a long time. There were a few that didn’t match up or connect romantically, but remained friends.
Tired of dating, tired of failed relationships, tired of never having won a thing in her life, Sandrah enjoyed the show and applied on a whim.
“Why the hell not?” she said, sending in her application a few months ago. All the guys cast were hunks, she had nothing to lose.
It was a short bio; a head shot photo, and a small entry fee.
Sandrah doubted she’d ever hear back from them, but a couple weeks later, she did. A representative called her, explaining they wanted to film episodes for the second season and they’d like her to continue on in the application process.
The next step was Sandrah filming a very short video of herself, explaining why she wanted to be on the show.
After watching the first season, she knew they were looking for “characters.” They needed a shy type, a mean one, a slutty one, a free spirit, a competitive cougar – she didn’t feel she connected to any of those. Sandrah decided to be herself, but mix in a competitive vibe.
“I’ve never won a thing in my life,” Sandrah said, staring at her phone she leaned against her bedroom mirror to film herself. “I’m sick of failed relationships. I’m sick of being bored. I’m sick of a crappy love life.”
Sandrah’s eye brows narrowed as she glared at her phone. She clinched her fist, “I need to get out there and MAKE things happen for myself. I WILL get on that island and find a man. I WILL make him mine. I WILL find true love.”
She laughed at herself when she tapped the stop button on her phone. It was half-truths; she was sick of those things, but she exaggerated her competitive nature, making fun of what she’s seen on past episodes. Some of those women seemed to be out for blood.
Sandrah emailed the video to a representative, making the deadline they gave her.
A week later, she got another call from the studio.
They flew a bewildered and surprised Sandrah out for an in-person meeting. Her silly caricature of the super-competitive archetype paid off.
Sandrah did the best she could to maintain that facade. She wore athletic, workout tights, shook their hand firmly, rarely smiled. She gave off a dominant impression. The producers and casting directors ate it up – much to her continued surprise.
Their meet and greet was fairly simple. They wanted to see her in person. She dove into her background; divorced, no real or true love since then, loves fitness and working out. She added she was ready to get out there and hunt a man down.
The third and final step was a background check; making sure she didn’t have a criminal record.
After the background check phase, it was another couple weeks before Sandrah heard from them. When she did, it was to let her know they were bringing her onto the show. She was standing in her bedroom, a large towel wrapped around her after finishing a shower. When the phone call ended, Sandrah tossed her cell phone on the bed and removed her towel, balling it up like a basketball and slamming it on the floor.
“Bam!” she exclaimed. She paced back and forth a few minutes, naked, excited, before putting on workout clothes for the gym.
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After a long flight to LA, followed by a delayed flight to Hawaii, Sandrah arrived at the hotel. She saw a few other contestants including one that caught her eye.
She was a busty redhead. Had a nice tan, not unlike Sandrah’s olive skin tone. Sandrah sat on the bus on the way to the location, glancing at the woman. Her hair was fiery red, mostly likely dyed, long and curly. Sandrah shook herself from staring at the woman’s chest.
“Damn, she’s got some big ones,” Sandrah thought. They were much larger than her fairly small breasts.
They arrived at the resort that served as a base for the women; the men were miles away in their own resort base.
Sandrah checked into her room, sitting her bag down. She looked through it, only packing certain items in the event she won. A nice, black dress in case she got third place. In addition to the dress, she included a brand new, tiny, yellow bikini. In case she got second or third place; she packed no pajamas, no underwear, and only shorts and tops to travel in. She felt naughty but didn’t care.
All the woman silently glanced at one another, sizing up the competition. A few were mid to late 30s, including Sandrah and the busty redhead. The other eight had to be over 40, maybe even pushing 50.
While they waited for the producers to arrive, Sandrah tied her shoulder length, dark hair in a small pony tail. She calmed herself down, not wanting to get too confident. She couldn’t help but think she had a slight advantage over the older women. She didn’t recall last season’s episodes having as many women in the 40-50 range.
After nearly an hour, a couple producers and assistants entered the conference room the women were waiting in.
“Hi everyone,” one of them said, standing at the head of the table. He went over the rules.
The three male contestants are on the other side of the island; female contestants won’t see them unless they capture them in the wild.
There would be a helicopter flying above the trees, filming and getting footage used for coming back from commercial breaks and so on, but also to keep an eye in the sky on things in the event of emergencies.