Due to some creative differences, Mr. Aanonymous and I will no longer be collaborating on the subsequent chapters for this story. Instead, we will both submit our own endings for the story, which will consist of a few more chapters for each of them. What follows now will be the first chapter of my ending. Once Mr. Aanonymous finishes writing the chapters for his, they will be posted after mine, clearly labeled as his to avoid confusion.

"Harold! Harold! I'm back! I know things got tense between us, but I think we can still work together! Harold?" Courtney called out.

The girl had come back to the ginger's workshop and found the door had been locked, something that Harold had never done up until that point. She found it odd, but didn't think much about it.

"Harold can you hear me?!" She yelled.

"I'm a little busy with something, Court." Harold replied. "There's a key under the rug in front of the door. I can't go to the door, but you can come in."

The boys's voice sounded strange. It was almost like it was deeper. Once again, Courtney didn't think anything of it, figuring it was probably because he was shouting through the workshop garage's thick, metal door. The brunette checked under the rug like Harold had instructed her and produced a small key from there.

She opened the door and stepped inside the workshop. Harold was standing in the middle of it, next to a mirror, except he looked completely different. Courtney gasped at the sight of him, completely stunned and amazed by Harold's new figure. He'd become a behemoth. He'd become a tall, muscular beefcake. He was bigger than DJ! HIs arms and legs bulged with well-built muscle. His abs were chiseled and perfectly marked into a gorgeous six-pack. His shoulders were broad and tight. His back was firm and rippling with strength…And he was naked except for a tiny, blue speedo…Through which Courtney could see the massive bulge of his cock.

"Harold, you're…You're…Oh my God, you're…How did this happen?"

"Easy." He bellowed with a new, deeper baritone voice. "After you said I was a scrawny, gross geek and left me blue-balled, I was pissed. But instead of moping and sulking like I'd normally do, I decided to do something about it. So, I made a few modifications to my expansion foam by adding modified testosterone and now…BAM!"

Harold struck a pose, flexing his biceps and tightening his abs. Courtney gawked shamelessly.

"You're…You're…"

"Manly."

"Yes…"

"…And perfect…"

"Yes…"

"…And the hottest guy you've ever seen."

"Yes…"

Harold smiled and closed the distance between himself and the aroused girl. Now that he was right in front of her, Courtney realized just how much taller he'd gotten. From being slightly shorter than her, Harold now towered a full head above her. His smile unwavering, the dork looked down at the hispanic girl's chest.

"Courtney, are you not wearing a bra?" He asked.

"What? I am…I am wearing a bra. Why?"

"Because your nipples are poking through your shirt."

The latina looked down to her chest and confirmed that her nipples were poking through her shirt, even though she was wearing a bra.

"No, it can't be…It has to be something else…Underneath my shirt…" She lied.

"Really? Let's check."

Harold grabbed her shirt by the middle and tore it open, exposing her white lace bra. She gasped in surprise, but made no effort to cover herself up.

"Doesn't look like it was under your shirt." He said. "Whatever's poking through is doing it from under your bra."

Harold's big, muscular hands forcefully squeezed her boobs. He cupped her entire DD-cups in each one of his palms and started pinching her nipples through the silky fabric of her lingerie. Once again, Courtney did nothing to prevent this. She just stared and moaned as the beefcake dork pawed her tits with impunity.

"It sure feels like nipples. Let me make sure." He teased.

He released her breasts and gripped the bra by the cups. He pulled outwards and tore the garment in half, letting her girls bounce free. Yet again, Courtney presented no objections nor any attempts to shield herself from Harold's view. He cupped her chest and hunched down to get a closer look at it.

"They look like nipples to me."

He squished her breasts together and took both the hardened nubs into his mouth, sucking on them and whipping them with his tongue. Courtney closed her eyes and arched her back, gasping with excitement.

"Taste like nipples too."

The boy moved away from her chest. He put one arm around her waist and then pulled her hips against his by squeezing her ass and shoving her into him. Her naked chest squished against his taut, hard pecs and her lips would up an inch away from his.

"Am I making you horny, Courtney?" He asked.

"N-No…"

"Really? Cause your nipples seem pretty fucking hard for someone who's not horny."

The girl shivered as Harold's hand slid off her chest, down her belly and into her pants. She allowed his fingers to slip into the front of her thong.

"…And your pussy's pretty fucking wet too."

Harold displayed his incredible new strength once again, this time by clenching his fist inside Courtney's pants and then tugging outwards with his entire arm, tearing the pants in half by the middle and leaving the latina completely naked from the waist down. She once again gasped, but did not intervene, as Harold clasped her by the butt, lifted her into his arms and carried her over to one of his benches. He set her down roughly on her back and mounted her, resting his cock gently against her folds and leaning his face over hers, only one inch away.

"You want me." He said, as if it were an order.

"Yes. So fucking bad!" She confessed.

"Then beg for it. Beg for my cock."

"Harry, please, I'm begging you." She cooed. "I need your cock. I need it more than anything ever. I'll d whatever you want. I'll be your slut. I'll be your slave. I'll do anything. Just please, fuck me! Split me in half with your cock! Tear my pussy apart! PLEASE!"

Harold slowly eased his cock into Courtney's pussy until it was all the way inside her. The girl felt a shockwave of pleasure and fullness that she never figured she'd experience again. It was simply the best feeling she'd ever experienced. It was intoxicating and all-consuming. Her eyes lit up and her mind became foggy as every inch of her body rocked with delight.

"Yes…Yes…Yes…More…More…More…Ahhhh…"

"Yeah…Give it to me…Fuck me…Fuck me up…I want it so fucking bad…" Courtney mumbled in her sleep, writhing and quivering as she did so.

"Dreaming about last night, Princess?" Duncan chuckled.

"Huh? Wha-? Duncan?" Courtney asked. "You're not…"

"I'm not what?"

"Nothing." Courtney answered, looking away to hide the color rising in her cheeks.

It was the early morning and Courtney and Duncan were still sleeping on one of the bunks of the disused murder mystery train set. They were, naturally, still naked, after a long night of getting reacquainted with each other's naughty bits.

"Mmm, somebody was having a steamy dream."

"I WAS NOT!"

"Yeah, cause people moan 'uhh yeah, give it to me, fuck me' when they dream about not being prepared for a test." The bad boy teased. "There's nothing wrong with a sexy dream, Princess. I had one about you too."

"I wasn't dreaming about you!" The girl grumbled. sitting up.

"Oh yeah, then who was it?"

"Uh…It was…None of your business!"

"Ha! It's OK, darling. I take it as a compliment."

The bad boy leaned into the girl and gave her a light peck on the lips. She was a little surprised by this, but returned his affection and deepened it, opening her mouth slightly to let him ease in his tongue.

"How 'bout another round, darling?" He muttered.

"I wouldn't mind." She giggled, playfully rubbing his chest.

They kissed again and the brunette's hand slowly descended across his body until it reached his manhood. Gently, Courtney started stroking it. The boy moaned into their kisses, feeling himself getting harder under his girlfriend's soft touch.

…And then the mood was killed by Harold's voice coming out of her control collar.

"Courtney! Courtney! Can you hear me through this thing?" The dork brayed through the device's speakers.

Both lovers jumped back in surprise at the sudden, very loud blast of static muffled shouting that came out of the girl's device.

"AH! Harold! Don't scream into it! This thing is right under my ears!" Courtney yelled back.

Duncan grumbled and dropped back down onto the bunk, frustrated.

"Oh good, so you can hear me." The ginger answered back, this time lowering his voice.

"Wait. How are you talking to me through the collar. You couldn't do that before." She questioned.

"That's the thing! I've been perusing the files I downloaded from the collar when you first showed it to me and I found a whole bunch of command files I hadn't noticed before…And you're not gonna believe it, but I think I found a way to unlock the thing!"

"Really?!" Courtney asked, ecstatic. "Oh my God, Harold! That's amazing! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"Don't get too excited yet." The dork told her. "I'm not 100% sure about it yet. I need you to get down to my workshop so I can test it. I have to physically connect the collar to my computer to execute this command, but I am almost sure it's a release function."

"OK! Perfect! I'm going there right now!"

"I'll wait for you."

The latina hopped out of the bunk she and the punk were lying on and started desperately putting on her clothes.

"So I'm guessing our morning quickie's gonna have to wait, huh?" He grumbled.

"Duncan, I might be about to finally break free from this fucking collar after months of being McClean's fuck slave! Your dick can wait!" Courtney chided him.

"I know, I know." He said. "I can't believe that creepy dork still decided o help you after that fight you had, and that he'd do it for free."

"It might not be free for all I know. I might get there and he'll ask me to put on a Slave Leia outfit and tittyfuck him before he sets me free, but you know what? If actually releases me, I'd do it, gladly. I'd tittyfuck him as Leia, suck his cock as Wonder Woman, let him fuck my butt as Catwoman, whatever. Anything to get this over with!"

"I didn't need that much detail, geez." Duncan groaned.

"Stop being such a baby. I'm the one who's probably gonna have to let that geek have his way with me. You can handle a couple gross mental images. And besides…" Courtney said, finally finishing her dressing and sitting down in front of Duncan. "Once I'm free and we've dealt with Chris, I'm gonna be so happy, I might just take you to bed with me and not let you leave for days, big boy."

She planted a long, supple kiss on his lips, but moved away once he tried to clasp her face to deepen the kiss.

"Later, Dunkie. I gotta do this first." She said, leaving the room.

"I'll be waiting for you." He answered, grinning wildly.

"Harold, I'm here!" Courtney called out, entering the workshop.

"Court! Great! Come here, I've got it! I know how to release you!"

"Yes! You're amazing, Harold!" The girl cheered, rushing over to the boy's desk, on the other end of the room.

Harold was busily typing away on his DIY computer. Once the brunette was standing next to him, she grabbed a chord that was sticking out of the back of the machine and handed it to her.

"Plug that into the collar's side. If I remember correctly, that kind of wire should be compatible."

"Great."

The girl did as he instructed. Feeling around the device with her hands, she looked for a port to plug the cable into the device.

"Am I gonna have to pay you for this somehow?" She asked, hesitating for a second. "I know you're taking a big risk here, and las time…"

"Don't worry about it, Court. I'm not gonna ask anything form you. I'm just trying to help you." He said, still typing and looking at his computer.

Courtney paused once again and looked at the boy in complete surprise. She smiled. Then, her smile faded.

"Harold, I know we got into a really bad fight last time we talked but…Well…"

Harold stopped typing and looked at her.

"What?"

"…I misjudged you, Harry. I thought you were a creep, but you're not. You're a good guy." She told him. "And I'm sorry that I said all those shitty things about you."

Harold was quite visibly surprised by this.

"Courtney, I…"

"What?"

"Nothing. Thank you. I have to keep typing. This will all be over with in a few seconds. Just gotta do this quick and get it done once and for all. Can't turn around now."

"Uh…Sure…OK…Thanks again."

"Yeah, sure…"

The latina raised her eyebrow and stared at the boy in puzzlement.

"He is weirdly nervous." She thought. "Well, he is about to royally piss off Chris by setting me free permanently. You'd be nervous too if you were crossing that sicko like that."

She shrugged away her doubts and kept feeling around the collar for a socket to plug in the chord. Once she did, she stuck the wire in the slot.

"There. I plugged it in."

"Great…This will only take a few more seconds…And it will be done…"

Harold kept typing. His pace seemed to increase more and more with each key he hit. The force with which he hit them seemed to increase every time as well. His breath grew more agitated and a few droplets of sweat started pouring down his forehead. Then he stopped.

"It's done! OK! It's done!" He exclaimed.

"Yes!" Courtney cheered.

The brunette grabbed the collar by either side and tugged it open. it would not budge. She tried again, this time even harder, but it still wouldn't unlock.

"Harold, the collar isn't opening. It didn't work." She said.

"Except it did, sweet tits. Oh, it did."

Courtney turned around. Her heart stopped as Chris McClean stood a few feet away from her, grinning maliciously.

"Harold, what the…?"

"Initiate control reboot sequence. Password: Winning." The host said.

Courtney's body tensed and stood attention. She became ramrod stiff and her voice spoke without her telling it to.

"System rebooting. Submission protocols enacted. Subject control reestablished." She said.

She couldn't move. She couldn't believe it. It couldn't be happening. Not again. Not after she was so close. So close.

"Take off your clothes." McClean commanded.

Courtney's body moved against her will. It pulled her sweater vest over her head. It kicked off her wedges. It slipped off her pants and her panties. It undid every button on her blouse. It unclasped her bra. It stripped her bare for her captor to see. He smiled and approached her. He clasped his hands to her naked ass and pressed his forehead against hers, so that she was looking right into his eyes.

"You almost got away from me, baby. Almost…But you got too greedy…And now that I've got you back, believe me, I ain't never letting you go. You're just too fucking hot to lose." He whispered. "Control off. What do you think about that?"

The girl 's knee swung upwards, hitting the host in the crotch. He recoiled in pain and Courtney shoved him to the floor. Before she cold pounce on him again, he ordered her to not take another step. Immediately, Courtney's feet stopped obeying her. She could control the rest of her body, but her legs would not budge. McClean started laughing.

"HA! Jesus, Court! I really can't seem to take the fight out of you, can't I?" He chuckled.

"Fuck you!" She retorted.

"I will. With a body as sexy as that one completely under my control, I will be doing a lot of fucking with you." He sneered.

Courtney's hands instinctively reached for her chest and her crotch, trying to block her breasts and her vagina from McClean's view, which only provoked further laughter from him.

"Seriously? After all the things I've done with that body, you're still modest? After all the things you chose to let me do with that body, because you had your free will back?"

"I only did that to keep you fooled! So I could find evidence to destroy you!"

"See, that's the thing…I don't buy that." He retorted. "After all that you knew I could do to you, the fact that you didn't run away from the set and tried to pry open that collar with a blowtorch or some pliers makes me think that you let me use you for another reason…Because you loved it. What do you think about that?"

"I think if I got free once, I'll get free again…And next time I'm going to make sure you don't threaten me again." Courtney growled, recovering her voice.

"Ha! Jesus, Court. You really don't know how to face reality, don't you? There isn't gonna be a next time for you, because this you…This rebellious, free-thinking, independent you…She's gonna go away for good…And the slut you secretly want to be will be here to stay…" Chris sneered.

"What?"

"I was way too nice to you, Courtney. I let you keep your own brain and you almost got away from me." Chris said, with not an ounce of his usual snark in his voice. He was being dead serious. "I'm not gonna make that mistake again."

"CHRIS, PLEASE! DON'T!"

"Courtney, from now on, your old personality is gone. Now you're going to be a ditzy, airheaded bimbo!"

The brunette stopped trying to cover-up her body and instead started clutching her head, as an agonizing, throbbing aching started welling up in it. She gritted her teeth and groaned in pain as her vision became fuzzy and her senses became distorted. All she could hear was Chris' voice, along with a chorus of moans and giddy giggling in the background.

"You're going to become your inner slut. You're going to lose all your inhibitions and become a stupid, horny nympho who only wants one thing: sex. Whenever you're not having sex, the only thing you'll be able to think about is how badly you wanna get fucked. And you'll get fucked by anyone. Guys, girls, young, old, skinny, fat, it doesn't matter. Your cockhungry pussy will completely control you. The only other thing that will completely control you will be me. You're going to be my slave, Courtney. You'll be completely loyal to me, obeying all my commands without question. The only two things you'll live for are pleasuring me and getting fucked by as many people as you can, in that order."

Courtney had fallen to her knees, covering her ears and desperately clutching her head, trying to keep out Chris' words and resist his influence. She sobbed and groaned desperately as the pain intensified and the giggles and moans that echoed in the back of her mind grew louder. She tried to think of some way to escape, to focus on something other than the endless tidal wave of sex noises and vapid little coos that were flooding her brain. She tried to concentrate as her head grew foggy and her thoughts became fainter and fainter. She tried to resist as her mind began to disappear and the giggling began to take over.

"So, Courtney, how are you feeling?" Chris asked.

The brunette looked up at him. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. Her mouth hung open in confusion. Her pussy started to moisten.

"Mmmmm…I'm, like, totes horny, Chris." She answered, completely transformed.

"Haha, that's what I wanted to hear!"

The newly converted bimbo stood up, wrapped her arms around Chris' neck and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. McClean replied equally, greedily sucking face with the latina and aggressively pawing at her ass while he did so.

"Hmmph, Chris. I'm here too." Harold complained. "I think I deserve some sugar."

"Harold, I've never cockblocked you. Why are you doing it to me?" The host whined.

"Come on, man, you've fucked her a million times already. I barely got to put my dick inside her when Justin ruined it. You can wait a while. Besides, you literally just turned her into your brainwashed slut forever, so you can have her whenever you want."

"Yeah, but she's still mine. If anyone's gonna get her first after I finally turned her into my ideal bimbo for real, it's gonna be me."

"Boys, you don't have to, like, fight over me." The brunette giggled. "There's enough Courtney to go around."

"How? There's only one of you." Harold scoffed.

"Well, yeah, but I've got a pussy and a butt, so there's, like, enough of me for you to both fuck at the same time." She replied, turning to face him.

"Oh, that is so hot! I really turned you into a kinky fucking slut, didn't I?" Chris chuckled.

"The kinkiest, Chrisy-poo."

"Um…Excuse me…"

"Please, Courtney, when we're in private, call me 'Master'." Chris instructed, as if it were a kindness he was doing for her.

"Oooh, that's, like, so naughty."

"Hey guys…Can you listen?…"

"Damn right. But if me and ginger boy are gonna skewer you together, I get the backdoor." The host said, grabbing the girl by the pelvis and pressing his crotch to her bare butt. "Your butthole is mine, baby. I'm the only guy who gets to shove his cock in there."

"Of course, Master. My ass belongs to you."

"GOSH! Can you jerks pay attention to me for a sec!" Harold yelled.

"What do you want, geek?!" Chris snapped.

"Oh nothing, just a say in the sex act you two are arranging for me!" Harold complained. "I don't want my proper first time with a girl to be in a three-way with another dude. I wanna enjoy it, not be worried about whether we're crossing swords."

"Well, that's too bad, dork. She's my slut, so I'm the one who gets to decide who she fucks and how. And since right now I'm feeling like DP'ing her, you're either helping me with that or you're getting nothing."

"Come on, man. If I hadn't…You know…Set her up…You wouldn't have her back." The nerd complained, hesitating. "The least you can do is let me have her for one day and lose my virginity in peace. Gosh!"

"Fine, you can have her for yourself, but only if you never mention your virginity ever again. Remembering how much of a loser you are is a real turn off." Chris groaned. "And only for the rest of the day. Tomorrow she's mine."

"Deal!"

"Fine! Just let me tell Courtney something real quick…"

The host took the brunette by the wrist and spun her around, pulling her towards the other end of the room, after which he whispered in her ear.

"Don't take too long with him, sugar tits." He said. "Get him off a couple times and then come back to my place. Also, if you think he's having second thoughts about his part in getting you back to me, just tell him what he wants to hear so he'll be a good boy and doesn't get any ideas about setting you free."

"What would he, like, have to set me free from? I'm already free." Courtney asked. "I used to be trapped by, like, how much of a prude the old, mean Courtney was, but now I'm, like, free to be a total slut and get fucked by all the hunky boys that make me horny!"

"Yeah, tell him stuff like that! Get him off and then come back to me and Linds." The host ordered. "Oh and when you're coming back, act like your old self would've acted if you run into any people who don't know about your new personality…Actually, act like a slightly sluttier version of your old self. It'll be funny if you run into Beth and you give her a face-full of cleavage."

"Sure! Whatever you say, Master!" Courtney answered.

"I could get used to hearing you say that." He said, grinning. "Oh, and one last thing. Do you know how the hell that geek got such a big dick? I know he didn't grow that the normal way and he doesn't want to tell me how he did it."

"Oh, yeah, I totally know. He invented this, like, crazy foam thing that enlarges organic stuff. He spilled some of it on his dick by accident and that's how that happened." She explained. "I stole, like, a flask of it and stashed it in my room if you want some for your cock."

"Fuck, for real! Awesome! Yeah I totally want dick growth foam!" Chris gushed. "Jesus, can you imagine what my monster's gonna look like if I get some of that stuff. Harold's pecker barely reached five inches before and now he's hung like a porn star. I'm gonna be a fucking sex god!"

"Oooh, I wanna see you with a sex god cock…" The latina cooed.

"You're gonna do way more than just see me with one of those." He answered.

"Could you guys hurry up? I'm still horny here!" Harold called out.

"Fine! I'm almost done with her." McClean shot back, before turning back to the girl. "Where did you put that foam?"

"It's in my room, in the drawer where I, like, keep all my health products. I figured you wouldn't search there because you think tampons are yucky."

"Great! I'll see you tomorrow, hot stuff."

The host gave her a parting kiss and a slap in the ass before leaving. She turned around and smiled at the dork, who sat on his chair, waiting for her with his legs spread. In a moment, she was on his lap, straddling his body and resting her breasts against the lower half of his face, with his mouth smooshed against the soft flesh of her melons and his nose sinking into the top of her cleavage.

"Your b-b-boobs smell awesome…" The boy stuttered, his voice muffled by said parts.

"Thanks, Harry! I used some of Lindsay's strawberry bodywash. It's so smooth." She said. "And you're gonna get to smell the girls a lot. Taste 'em too. And fuck 'em. You've got me for a whole day, big boy. You can do anything you want with me. I'm your little slave, baby."

"Um…Could you maybe not use that word…Please?"

"What? Slave?"

"Yeah, it makes me a little…uncomfortable."

"Aww, don't worry, baby. I totally wanted this, even before you and Chris freed me."

"W-What?"

"I'm, like, crazy addicted to your cum, Harry. I just can't get enough of it. I spent the last few days, like, fantasizing about coming over here and begging for you to take me back, so I could, like, get some more of your jizz again. It's just so fucking good! I've never, like, tasted anything like it! It's so amazing!"

"For real?"

"Yeah, big boy. I fucked Duncan last night and the wet dream I had, like, right afterwards was still about you pounding me with that mammoth dick of yours. I wanted it so bad and I just couldn't, like, admit it to myself…But now I can. Now I can do all the hot, kinky stuff the old me was too much of a frigid bitch to do, even if she wanted it more than anything…And what I want more than anything right now, is to take your virginity for real and then swallow gallon after gallon of your cum until my belly is, like, fucking bulging with it!"

In a display of bewildering strength, Courtney grasped the front of Harold's jeans and tore them open, popping the steel button breaking the zipper that had been holding them closed. The ginger's full-grown erection burst out and the latina devoured the whole thing, choking herself on the massive manhood as she took it right into her throat in one quick movement.

"Oh gosh!"

Fourteen hours of fucking. Obviously with a lot of heart-rate strain pauses for him and cum-savoring breaks for her, but nonetheless, fourteen hours of sex act after sex act, in position after position. Piledriver, reverse cowgirl, speedbump, butterfly, stopperage, Viennese oyster, spoons, T-square, rusty bike pump, and several others, including ones which neither of them knew a name for. Once it was all said and fucked, three-fourths the surfaces in Harold's workshop were drenched in either spunk or vaginal juices and both were literally too exhausted to move, so Harold fell asleep on top of Courtney, with his face still pressed against her pussy and his cock still inside her mouth, something she didn't mind at all. Multiple times throughout the night, she would wake up and have a hankering for some more of his cum, so she just started sucking away to get some. The boy didn't even wake up while she did it. He just started humping her face in his sleep until he ejaculated right into her mouth.

Courtney didn't actually feel like moving him off her until the next morning, because Chris had given her specific instructions to return to him by then. Otherwise, the brunette would've been content to never remove the dork's gorgeous cock from between her lips.

"OK Harry, I gotta get going." She said, while putting on her clothes. "Chris said he wanted me back about now, but I think I can squeeze in a couple more fucks if you want 'em. What do you say, big guy?"

"Nah…I'm fine…" The dork wheezed. "I've been…asleep for about…eight…hours now…And my heart's…still racing. I think…if I cum even once more…Today…I'm gonna have an…actual…actual…heart attack."

"Awww, that's too bad, baby. Get better. I'll be back as soon as Chrissy lets me. Like I told you, I'm literally, like, addicted to your jizz, big boy."

With those words, the new Bimbo Courtney left Harold's office with a skip in her step and a gallon of cum in her stomach. The sun was shining on a lovely morning and Courtney's new, completely carefree, brain-free personality was jumping for joy as she made her was across the studio lot towards Chris' trailer, eagerly awaiting the moment when her body would be used for her Master's pleasure. It made her smile so wide.

She was so engrossed in the thought of being a living sex toy for Chris McClean that she didn't notice that someone was calling her name as she walked down the backlot. When they started to all her name out louder, she still didn't pick up on it. It wasn't until the person calling for her took her by the shoulder and spun her around that she even became aware of their presence….It was Scott and two of the other interns, Topher and Rock.

"Oh, hey Scotty!" The latina giggled.

"Um…Hi…" The ginger intern replied, somewhat thrown off by the girl's uncharacteristic giddiness.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Well…Me and the boys, we've been waiting to know what's the next step of the plan." Scott informed her.

"The plan?" Courtney asked, puzzled.

"Yeah. You know. Your plan to take out Chris. Remember? We were helping you with it."

"Oh right…" The brunette recalled. "Old Court…I mean, I did ask you guys to help me out with that."

"So? What's our next move?"

"Um…Actually…The plan's off…Yeah, I'm not gonna, like, go on with that…"

"What? Why? You've got proof the guy's crooked and you told us he ripped you off. Why would you stop?"

"Chris and I made up. He confessed that he was planning to eliminate me in the final three and then, like, apologized for ever thinking of betraying me. He says I'm the hottest lay he ever had and that he wants us to keep dating."

"Seriously?" Topher responded, astonished.

"And you're gonna trust him?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah! You guys have no idea how well Chris fucks me! He can go on for hours, he's totally buff, and his cock is huge! He's just, like, a total sex God! I couldn't admit it to myself before, but I need his dick, and I'll do whatever he wants if it means he'll keep fucking me."

"Jesus, she really was a repressed whore." Rock muttered.

"Well, shit. That's it? No more secret conspiracy against Chris?" Scott groaned. "I was really looking forward to seeing that chump get locked up."

"Aww, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease you and get you all excited…But I think I know how I can still satisfy you guys." Courtney cooed.

"How?"

Courtney grasped her shirt by the middle and tore it open, popping out all the buttons and letting her big, naked jugs bounce free. The trio of interns stared in disbelief.

"How 'bout I let you get a sample of what Chris' been having, huh?"

The interns, more than used to dipping into Chris' ill-gotten gains, needed no encouragement.

"Yeah, bitch! Work that tongue!" Rock groaned.

"Fuck, these tits are amazing!" Topher grunted.

"Jesus! Her pussy's fuckin' killing me! I fuckin' love it!" Scott yelled.

Half an hour had gone by and all the interns had gotten their cocks gobbled by a cumhungry Courtney, but this hadn't been enough for her. They'd all gotten to cum down her throat, so why shouldn't she get off? However, she knew that after such a spectacular cocksucking from her, they wouldn't have the stamina to go for long, so she had to fuck them all quickly. Luckily, she figured out a way.

The four were in one of the alleys of the monster movie city set. She was lying on her back atop a wooden board balanced on two trash cans. Scott was between her legs, rabidly pumping into her pussy. Topher was straddling her chest, clutching her boobs and squishing them around his cock as he savagely tittyfucked her. Rock was holding her head upside down and slamming his dick in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat. They were having the time of their lives, triple-teaming one of the hottest girls they'd ever met.

Courtney, for her part, was lost in the fog. Rock's balls were on top of her eyes, so she couldn't see a thing. His hands were clasped to the side of her head, blocking her ears, so she couldn't hear anything either. All she could feel was fucking. The touch of the boys' hands roaming all over her body and their dicks thrusting into every hole they could. The smell of the boy's nuts hanging just by her nose. The taste of his cock filling her mouth. Bimbo Courtney had found her nirvana. She wanted to stay like that forever; being fucked into a permanent orgasm.

Unfortunately for her, the thrusting and caressing stopped as, one by one, the boys all came all over her. Rock was the first, busting his load into her mouth, which she gobbled up greedily, though not before swishing it around her mouth for a few moments, savoring the scrumptious saltiness of that spunk. Topher came afterwards, digging his nails into the doughy flesh of her tits as she sprayed his jizz all over them, all over her neck, and all over the underside of her chin. Finally, a good minute after the other two had dismounted her, Scott climaxed inside.

"Ahhhh…Jesus, babe…You're…You're…Fuck, you're just fuckin' A, bitch!" Scott moaned. "I ain't never been with a girl as freaky and gorgeous as you, hot stuff."

"Awww, you're too sweet, Scotty." Courtney giggled. "You're a really good fuck too, baby."

The redhead grinned. He slid his hand under neck, carefully making sure to not touch any of the cum dripping down the front of it, and pulled her up for a kiss. It wasn't hungry and lecherous like Chris or Harold's kisses, but strangely soft and gentle. Courtney put her arms around his neck and kissed him the same way, making sure not to press her cum-soaked breasts against his chest.

Once he pulled away, he looked down at her chest and snickered.

"Looks like Topher really made a mess on your jugs, honey." He said. "How 'bout you clean that up with your tongue for us."

"Mmmm, you naughty boys wanna see me lick my titties clean? Wanna see me lap up your spunk from my girls?" He teased, clasping her funbags from below and jiggling them in place.

"Yes!"

"You wanna film me doing it too?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Then get your phones out, boys!"