Two Fingers, Zero Sleep

"OHHHHHHH, FUCK YES!"

"Bridgette, we've been up all night. Can we please take a break?"

"Can't stop! Won't stop! More!"

Dawn sighed and got back to fingering her insanely-riled up new Bitch in Loser Class. Bridgette's other mistress, Leshawna, was asleep on the padded floor next to the two of them, blissfully snoozing after having her own turn with Dawn's magic fingers earlier in the night. [Dawn: I can't believe she still has this much energy! I've been fingering her all night and she hasn't let up at all! I must have made her cum at least a hundred times! I don't get it!]

[Bridgette: My boyfriend is the best! After our Paris date before I got back on the plane, Geoff gave me his secret weapon for staying up all night long. They're these little tablets you dissolve in water that are basically the same as drinking ten cups of coffee! Geoff used them just to party or play video games, but these things have so much more use when it comes to sex. Love you, baby! Hope we can use these puppies for something other than video games when I get home~]

Meanwhile, Zoey, Gwen, and Sanders were all up in First Class, each one trying desperately to get some sleep. However, with Bridgette's extremely loud moans coming from Loser Class the closest thing to sleep the three of them were getting was when Sanders tried to go crash with one of the hosts' harems and wound up having to be resuscitated after a run-in with Jasmine.

"You know, I fucking love BDSM, but I am seriously glad that chick's out of the game." Sanders said, rubbing her chest which was still sore from the shock pads.

"Seriously!" Zoey agreed. "She was a walking nightmare!"

"Right now I'd probably take any kind of nightmare just as long as it's one I have when I'm asleep." Gwen complained as Bridgette's latest scream of ecstasy cracked a nearby window.

"Do you think Bridgette's ever going to let us sleep?" Zoey asked.

"I say we just hogtie her and throw her to the beast at this point." Gwen said, referring to Jasmine as she rubbed her tired eyes. "Anything to shut her up."

Suddenly, Bridgette's moans stopped echoing from Loser Class. The three girls all sighed happily as they finally started drifting off to sleep. Unfortunately, they had failed to remember the other person who usually woke them up at odd hours of the night.

Chris woke the girls with a blast from his air horn over the loudspeaker. "Good morning, ladies!" He said, sounding chipper than ever despite it being one in the morning. "We're about to land at our next stop in the competition! Please strap yourselves in because-"

Gwen cut the broadcast short by hucking a nearby vibrator at the speaker system. The girls once again slowly started drifting off right as the plane began skidding out of control, tossing everyone on the Total Drama Jet around like they were in a tornado.

Chris watched on a TV monitor in the cockpit as the girls screamed while the plane skidded and spun out and chuckled wickedly at the sight of it. "Hey, I did try and warn 'em." He said to the camera.

When the plane stopped moving, the girls all got off of it, dazed from getting thrown around so much, to see that the reason the plane had been so out of control was because the runway they were on was not an actual runway. In fact, it was a beach with beautiful white sands, gorgeous palm trees, and the dank smell of marijuana in the air.

"Welcome to Jamaica!"