“Aim at her mouth to shut her up.”
Richard did as was told.
“Damn, Richard, do you have to be so obedient?” Charlotte was blazingly angry now.
Richard grinned. “Sorry, he’s the boss.”
“Now, let’s see what you learned about shooting at the Academy. As you can see, her white sundress has three red circles. Use them as your targets.”
The audience’s attention was drawn to Charlotte’s white costume, which sported three red spots, each roughly 5 cm in diameter, placed 5 cm above her three most important areas.
Richard aimed and shot at the first circle above Charlotte’s right breast. As the water touched the fabric, the material started to dissolve.
“Damn! They’re made of rice paper!” Charlotte said.
His on-target shot left a 5-cm hole above her right nipple, allowing the audience to catch a glimpse of the flesh there.
“You’re crazy! Who thought of such a thing?” Charlotte yelled.
“Officer Richard, the suspect accuses you of being crazy. Show her your crazy water gun.”
Richard seemed to enjoy Charlotte’s outburst. For the past few days of their pairing, he hadn’t seen her lose her calm once. Privately, he thought that she looked rather magnificent when she was angry.
With a devilish grin, he proceeded to shoot water at the circles above her left breast and above the apex of her thighs, exposing two more erotic holes, revealing tantalizing glimpses of Charlotte’s body for the audience to see.
The role-play ended when Richard was ordered to kiss and fondle his captive into submission. Their role-play earned a lot of applause and whistles from the audience. Charlotte blushed red, while Richard’s face wore a silly grin.
“And now for Darcy and Elizabeth, our Husband and Wife Porn Stars Team. Denny’s the host.”
The film rolled to show the initial interview of Darcy and Elizabeth, applying for roles in a porn movie.
“This porn is about a French aristocrat taking advantage of his maid. Now action!” Denny continued.
Elizabeth, in her sexy French maid’s gear, carried a tray of hot chocolate into the bedroom setting, prepared to serve her master, who had just come back from a business meeting.
“Monsieur, your hot chocolate,” Elizabeth said.
“Put it on the bedside table.”
“Darcy, you need to put some French accent in your line,” Denny added.
“Put it on the bedside table.” Darcy repeated with a heavy French accent.
When Elizabeth bent to place the drink down there, her ruffled lace panties were visible under the short skirt. Darcy moved behind her to trap her near the bedside table.
“Monsieur!”
He took the mug and drank a mouthful.
Denny came to stand beside them. Taking Darcy’s hand, he placed it on Elizabeth’s right butt cheek. “Pinch and continue.”
Darcy pinched her bottom slightly.
“Monsieur, what are you doing?” Elizabeth whirled to face Darcy.
“The chocolate is not hot enough. I … want something… hotter.”
“What do you mean, Sir?”
“The next action sequence is Darcy pushing you onto the bed. He parts your legs, smells your chatte – that’s your pussy, in French – uses the feather duster to play with you, and then mounts you. Both of you must act to give me the best fake climax you can. This is a screen test. If you two want the roles in our production, you have to give me the loudest moans you can manage. Now action!”
When Darcy appeared reluctant, Denny elbowed him, urging him to move.
Darcy leaned toward Elizabeth, making her topple onto the bed. The action made her body bounce on the mattress, her breasts shaking enticingly under the corset. He bent down and parted her legs slightly, but he still seemed reluctant to bend down and smell her womanhood in front of the camera.
“Hey, man, do you know how to act? If not, move aside and I can show you!” Denny came forward and put a hand on Elizabeth’s leg.
That alarmed Darcy. He exclaimed, “Don’t touch her,” then bent down and smelled her womanhood through the lace panties. It was a heavenly smell. He wanted to lick her there again. He could feel his arousal coming on.
“Continue.” Denny said.
“Votre chatte est brulante. I love your …hot chocolate! It has a …rich aroma.”
“No, master,” Elizabeth protested and tried to kick and shake him away as the script instructed.
Darcy held her legs and then took the feather duster from her hand. He traced the duster over her creamy flesh where it was exposed by the corset, then moved slowly down the front of her body and past her apex to the insides of her thighs.
The slow ministration made Elizabeth moan aloud and abandon her struggle.
“Now you’re all clean for your master,” Darcy said, and moved up over her as if to mount her body.
“Il y a du monde au balcon, wench. Don’t pretend. I saw you… peeking at me when I took my bath, last night.” Darcy said.
“I couldn’t help myself. You have the sexiest body,” she murmured.
“Call me Master.” Darcy then smacked her hip lightly.
“Master, you have the sexiest body.”
“So you admit to wanting me, wench?”
“Oui, monsieur.”
Darcy then imitated the thrusting actions, burying his face against the deep V of her bodice.
“Hey are you two professional porn stars? How come the moaning and screaming were so boring? Move over Darcy, let me demonstrate!” Denny said.
His words prompted Darcy and Elizabeth to moan and scream loudly, exhibiting more passion as the fake thrusting actions began to excite them both. Luckily for them, only a few minutes passed before Denny called “Cut!”, signaling the finish of the role-play.
Watching, Darcy and Elizabeth recalled how, at the end of the filming, they had breathed a sigh of relief, collected their normal clothes, uttered a hurried goodbye and scrambled out of the suite.
When they reached Darcy’s room, he slammed the door shut and said, “Repliez sur la table.”
Elizabeth eyes widened, “You want to continue the roleplay?”
“Bend over the table, wench, or you will be up for punishment. Do as I say!”
“Non, monsieur,” Elizabeth winked and protested. Darcy turned her around and bent her over.
“Ouvrez vos pattes!”
“Non, monsieur!” She was determined to defy his order.
Darcy smacked her bottom and said, “Open your legs, wench!”
“Ouch! That hurts!” Elizabeth continued to protest, still refusing to obey.
“Then you will be punished for the entire night for disobeying your master. ”
He used his knee to nudge her legs apart. His hands squeezed and cupped her breasts through the corset. He then freed his arousal, pushed her lace panties aside and thrust into her hot, wet womanhood from behind. Their coupling was intense and loud. And again they forgot protection.
They didn’t come out for dinner that night. The French maid costume and feather duster proved very useful. Darcy said a few times “Votre chatte est brulante”, or your pussy is hot in French, throughout the night. He liked to drink her hot chocolate, and he dusted her down with the feather duster even more thoroughly…
Darcy and Elizabeth were roused from their reverie about the steamy night they’d spent by admiring whistles from the audience in the studio. It seemed the clip of their role-play had ended and the audience had liked it quite well.
So, who won the Challenge and two days of relaxation on another deserted island?
Richard and Charlotte. They earned many points from the judges, who thought the water-gun shooting sequence was hilarious.
And who lost?
Surprisingly, not Collins and Caroline. It was Charles and Jane. It seemed that their role-play was neither hot enough nor funny enough, as compared to others. They were treated to the final torture of a painful full-body waxing (with their swimming costumes on).