The next game would be Heather’s last. Her VS Gwen in a race through a haunted house. Sure, Heather knew that the spooks would be Chief and the unlucky and unpaid interns in cheap disguises, but Gwen’s instincts and her deep lore for all things macabre would mean she would get to the end of the maze in record time. Plus, as far as Heather knew, Chris sprung for actual horror instead of the usual imitations he would get for the challenges.
So she would have to cheat to win this one. Heather couldn’t afford another defeat.
But how would she go about it? Sabotaging the maze itself was far from the realms of possibility. How would she insure that the parts she fixed wouldn’t end up harming her own performance and giving Gwen even more of a distinct advantage? Plus, if she were to be caught or even seen on that set, she would be kicked out of the game entirely. So screwing with the house itself was out of the question. And there’s no way of bribing Chris. He would take the bribe and then cheat so Heather would lose…because the dude is a massive dick to everyone. Plus she didn’t have anything to bribe him with.
So Heather would have to fix Gwen somehow. Gwen wasn’t stupid and she wouldn’t fall for simple tricks. The sabotage would have to be indirect…but would make the goth girl lose focus? A black notebook filled with brooding poems? A magazine about horror? No, the distraction would have to be something longer-lasting and something that Heather could procure on this island. Heather racked her mind for possible solutions to her petty problem. What…or who…could distract Gwen from obtaining victory…
“Heather, my outfit!” Lindsay called out, breaking Heather out of her internal thoughts. “You just spilled your orange juice all over it!” Lindsay bemoaned as she lifted the bottom flap of her shirt and tried to wring the juice out. “I hope it will come out.”
“Lindsay?” Heather smiled. “I’ll do you two favors if you do me one, small one…”
The day of the event came around, and Gwen felt a bit nervous seeing Heather smile like that. She looked…calm and ready. Gwen noticed Heather storming off after the announcement of the challenge and started to get a bit paranoid just what Heather had planned. She focused so much on Heather’s stoic stance that she ended up ignoring Chris’ instructions on the game. But she already gotten the general gist of it: first one to make it to the end of the maze wins. With the klaxon blaring, she dashed and made it inside first.
Gwen forgot about Heather as she enjoyed running through the maze. It contained exactly what she expected from Chris: plastic skeletons, old rotten bed sheets with two holes ripped out to make for eyes, a cheap fog machine clunkering out thin smog, and some cheap cobwebs that would have dissolve if exposed to the air outside. A few interns in dollar-store costumes jumped out of the obvious places that Gwen spotted. Behind set pieces, in the places where the dim lighting didn’t extend to, around corners. Gwen almost got on the floor and rolled around in lunatic-like laughter, but she had a game to win.
What did make her hair rise was someone following her. Regardless of the level of effort on display here, Gwen didn’t like being stalked. But wanting to scare them instead, she let her little stalker follow behind her for a bit until they were away from the other fake monsters. Gwen quickly rounded a corner and leaned against the wall. She waited until her unwanted follower walked to the corner and grabbed…
“LINDSAY?” Gwen belted out.
“Gwen!” Lindsay clapped her hands together. “I’ve been looking for you! I have to show you my new outfit!”
“Outfit?” Gwen quaked.
“Yeah!” Lindsay nodded, stepping back to reveal her new clothes. “Heather gave them to me! She said they were…"invisible to those uncultured in fashion and beauty." But you can see them, right?” Lindsay noticed Gwen’s big and horrified gaze. “Right?”
Apparently Gwen lacked the culture needed to see the clothes, because all she saw was Lindsay naked. Not a bad sight to see, given Lindsay’s shape, but of all the places for her to pop up naked in, this wasn’t one of them. Nice to know that Lindsay kept herself sparkling clean even while living on a island and going through many hellish challenges. “Gwen?” Lindsay asked, walking forward to the girl. Her big breasts bounced on the way. “You okay? Is my outfit that alarming?”
Gwen bit her lip as she couldn’t help but giving Lindsay the pervy eye. “You know…” Gwen sighed as she rested her hands on her hips. “I can afford one loss.”
The other campers waited about thirty minutes before departing to go off and do something else. Only Beth and Chief still remained on the bleachers, waiting for Gwen and Heather to make it out. Everybody assumed that Gwen would finish under ten minutes, run out with a bored look while Heather would finish much longer with darker pants than usual. But much to Beth’s surprise, not only did Heather come out first, but her pants weren’t as dark as she thought. Heather’s eyes were open and shot, but she had a smile on after not seeing her opponent anywhere in sight. Beth reeled back seeing a crazed Heather take her prize for victory today, a bath set, and giggling like a lunatic on the way to the showers.
“Now, what could have happened to the lucky horse who WAS supposed to finish first?” Chris boomed in his usual manner towards the camera. “Let’s go and find her!” He lead the camera crew inside of the house’s side door, leading to the staff room where the interns were all waiting around in their costumes. “Now then, my loyal armory of unpaid interns! Have you seen Gwen running about?” All of them nodded. “Okay, have you SEEN her?” They all nodded no.
Chris was about to make up a story about how the house was truly haunted and how Gwen would turn up in a week, but then he and everyone else could hear her giggle from the floor above, followed by the gigglings of a certain blonde, and then finished with bumping. Chris immediately caught on what was going above them and held a finger up to his lips so the camera crew would be quiet. He lead his crew silently up to the stairs to the second floor. The floor had been finished, but left unused for the challenge, having a gate blocking the only flight of stairs up. Gwen had picked the lock and threw the challenge by going upstairs for some reason.
“And here we have…” Chris whispered to the cameras as they snuck up on the door to the bedroom. “…the location of our missing contestant.” Chris gently pushed the door open to reveal the steamy scene of Gwen and Lindsay in a hotel bed, naked under the sheets and banging like animals in heat. Lindsay remained on bottom while Gwen dominated on top with her hands crawling all over Lindsay’s ample body features. “Now, this is TV!” He whispered, a bit louder than the last statement.
Heather didn’t get to enjoy her victory for long, for you see, it’s illegal to show minors naked on national TV. Chris got arrested for child porn, and the show was cancelled. Gwen and Lindsay’s parents grounded the two for a month, but Gwen was smart enough to trade phone numbers and usernames before they left to stay in contact. Heather would wake up every morning, and stare at her trophy sitting on a shelf. A empty basket once full of cheap bathing items.