Glutes

"AAH! Goddammit, bitch! Watch the glutes!"

"Sorry, MacArthur." Sanders giggled as she started spanking her new Bitch harder. "It's just kind of fun to have you in this position for once. Gwen, grab a strap-on and start railing her."

"On it." Gwen said, putting on a strap-on and ramming it up MacArthur's ass.

"AAAH! Fuck! Come on, people!" MacArthur yelled. "My glutes are my best quality! Stop destroying them!"

"Where are Zoey and Ella?" Gwen asked. "They should be getting in on this."

Sanders sighed with disappointment. "They're both with their girlfriends." [Sanders: First Zoey hooks up with Crimson and almost screws us over in Chile, next we find out that Ella's been dating Dawn since the Arctic! Who knows how many times our team has messed up because of that? At least Zoey's girlfriend got voted off in the last episode, but Dawn can still be a major distraction for Ella]

"Sanders, I don't think you should be worried about Ella and Dawn." Leshawna said.

"Why not?"

"Uh, because she's literally the only person left on her team! Duh!" Anne Maria said.

"It's just simple logic." Jasmine said. "This next challenge, Dawn will have to do a whole team's worth of work alone. Magic fingers or not, she's gone this week."

"I don't know, girl. Weren't the Pornstars only losing in the first place because of that curse that was on them?" Leshawna replied. "I think Dawn could still be a pretty tough girl to beat."

"I'll be okay with her winning as long as she doesn't cause us to lose." Sanders said, her slaps on MacArthur's ass getting more intense.

"AAAH! Fuck! Sanders, ease up on my fucking glutes!" MacArthur yelled

Sanders did not ease up and kept spanking MacArthur well into the day to get the tension from worrying about Ella out of her body. Zoey and Ella came into Loser Class a couple hours later. MacArthur's ass was so red at this point it could have led Santa's sleigh. Zoey sighed happily as she sat down to rest. Ella's face was stuck in some sort of blissful daze. She simply came in and flopped on the floor. "Have a good time, girls?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah, totally!" Zoey said happily. Ella just gurgled something that vaguely sounded like "Fuck, yeah."

"How's Crimson doing in Blainley's harem?" Jasmine asked.

"She's doing great!" Zoey replied. "She says she's actually having more fun there than with her team earlier in the game."

"And, Ella, what did you and Dawn do?" Sanders asked in a very cop-like, interrogatory tone.

Before Ella could gurgle a response, Chris's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Attention, ladies. We're currently flying over our next location." He said. "Unfortunately, air traffic control apparently remembers us from the last time we were here and has denied us permission to land."

"Why?" Zoey asked. "What happened last time you guys were here?"

"Eh, just some shit involving a couple pineapples and a volcano." Chris said vaguely. "We do have a backup plan, though. Chef's gonna fly kinda low over the ocean and have you girls jump out into the water and swim to shore."

"What?! No way in Hell are we doing that!" Leshawna exclaimed.

Up in the cockpit, Chris and Chef laughed, almost as if they were hoping someone would say that. "Pilot to bombardier," Chris said into the loudspeaker, "bombs away!"

"Bombs a-whatnow?" Leshawna said nervously. In one of the planes private rooms, Blainley pulled a large lever, causing the floor of Loser Class to open up under the girls, dropping them as they screamed in terror into the ocean below.

The girls all swam to the nearest shore, most of them just flopping on the beach in exhaustion. Chris walked up and stood over them wearing a colorful lei and a very ugly shirt covered in flowers.

"Welcome to Hawaii!"