"Sex Survivor: The Game Show"

[ChyooCharlie]

Sex Survivor

The Game Show

NOTE:​

This role play is open to ONE MORE MALE WRITER.
You MUST be accepted before joining,
so PM the host if you are interested.
Once we get the current writers established and posting,
I will open it again if we need more writers.

This is a CHYOO (CHoose YOur Own) style role play.
In addition to the normal back and forth of role play replies,
writers will be given choices to make
which will lead their characters in a variety of directions.​

"Wwwwwwelcommmmmme...!" the announcer's voice explodes over the speakers encircling the studio audience. His dramatic, game show voice continues, "...to another season of Sexxxxxxx ... Survivorrrrrrrr....!"

The crowd explodes in applause and raucous behavior. All are on their feet. Many wave signs with their favorite competitor's name or photo on it or are wearing tee shirts, hats, masks, or other items that can be associated directly with their favorite participant in the game broadcasted live over the internet to millions of fans world wide.

Every inch of studio wall above 15 feet is filled with monitors -- some large, some huge -- showing graphics and recordings from the show's previous season: men and women engage in athletic and "thinking" events, as well as very graphic sex, with attention grabbing graphics of their names and descriptions of their "history" flashing up to remind the audience of their performances.

Under the multitude of monitors zooms a rapidly moving scrawl showing information about the competitors, along with betting data. Scantily clad waiters and waitresses, leaving little to the imagination, deliver trays of food and drinks, while men and women in tuxes move about the tables helping the less experienced fans in understanding their wagering options and/or the operation of the betting Tablets at their tables.

"And nowwwww...!" the Announcer continues, "It's time to introduce this season's contestants!"

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INSTRUCTIONS

1. Complete the questions as briefly as possible.
2. In depth description at this point is unnecessary.
3. All characters require a photograph!
4. No anime, no cartoons, no famous celebrities.
5. Concerning "Marital/Relationship/Family Status", people in relationships often play "Sex Survivor". It makes things more interesting sometimes.

PROFILE

Name:

Pic:

Gender:

Age:

Marital/Relationship/Family Status:

 

[ChyooCharlie]

IN THE MAIN STUDIO:

A flurry of loud music, flashing lights, sparkling explosions, and flowing dry ice clouds draws the attention of both the studio audience and the millions of internet viewers to a dark tunnel from which a parade of contestants sprints energetically.

"And leading the pack, of course," the Announcer's voice booms, "Is last year's male Sex Survivor winner, Richard "Swinging Dick" Parker..."

The crowd roars, particularly the women. The images filling the wall monitors are divided: some are of Richard now running out into the studio; others show last season's images of Richard, many of him engaged in lewd acts with other contestants; and the rest show fans from around the world who are attending Sex Survivor parties around the world, and in these many of the women are flashing their breasts and more than one or two men are even hanging out their cocks as if in invitation to the man whose victory hinged upon a male-on-male event.

The Announcer continues, "...and last year's female winner, Claudia "Cum For Me" Greer!"

A not-young-at-all woman with a hard, sexy, body builder's physique playfully shoves Richard out of the camera view, gropes her breasts for the camera, and erupts in a fierce growl as the live and internet crowds repeat their uproar for her Claudia as well.

After mayhem of the crowd sufficiently dies down, the Announcer continues, "And right behind our King and Queen of anything-goes, is this year's service of fresh meat!"

Yet again, the crowd roars as the spotlights shift to the new faces -- and well displayed bodies -- running in behind the veterans.

"Please give a warm Sex Survivor welcome to
Kimberly ... Cumstorm...!"

The crowd goes nuts as the auburn haired beauty returns their greeting in her own way.

The Announcer introduces a pair of male contestants, then says, "Next up ... Harper ... Sanchez...!"

Yet another roar from the world audience.

Another male contestant is introduced, then, "And last but certainly not least ... Kaylee ... Diamond...!"

Again, applause and hooting and hollering from all points east and west, longer this time as the Announcer indicates as he does each year that the introductions are done and it's time to get this game going.

The contestants are lead quickly around an elevated track, offering the studio audience a view, until they are assembled -- men to the left, women to the right -- with the Announcer, who looks into the camera and says proudly, "And, of course, I'm your host, Charlie Timms..."

He hesitates for a final round of applause, glancing to each of the contestants before finishing, "...bringing you the most exciting, the most fun filled, the more er-rot-ic entertainment you can get for the low, low cost of just $49.99 an episode!"

As an emcee cuts in and begins his spiel about subscription packages for Sex Survivor, Charlie turns to the contestants -- now off camera -- and reminds them, "You'll have 45 seconds to speak your piece. Tell the audience something about yourself. Men, height and weight and something about your physical prowess ... what you bench or your marathon record or what ever. Women, height and measurements, weight if you want ... and more, just as with the men."

The emcee was getting to the part in his monologue where he would turn the show back over to Charlie.

"Also, men and women both, marital or relationship status if you would. People like to know if you are here free and clear or whether someone at home is gonna be upset that you're earning prize money by having sex with strangers live on the internet.

"...Charlie Timmmmssss...!"

Charlie spun back to the cameras with a big smile. "Welcome back! Before we proceed, let's get to know our new meat a bit more, shall we?"

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Choices to make:

• There's not much of a CHYOO style choice to make here yet.
• Just give your 45 second introduction.
• Tell us what you are wearing. The dress for the Introductory Episode of Sex Survivor should reflect your personality: will you show up like you're going to dinner with your parents; or will you be scantily dressed as if going to a club full of men/women whose goal it it to get fucked that night?
• Give us an idea of the body language upon which the audience picks up: are you confident, nervous, overtly sexual?

After you have posted your introduction, I will begin spelling out more of what's to come and begin giving you your CHYOO Choices.

One last thing, write in third person present tense. "Charlie laughs" rather than "Charlie laughed" or "I laughed". Third person allows more creative flexibility; and first person gives more of an immediate feeling.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Kaylee can't believe she is here among the swirling lights, television cameras, and frankly the filth and sleaze that surrounded her. What have I gotten myself into? As the other contestants are announced ahead of her, she tugged at the edge of the sweater dress that she wore. She chose it because it always got her noticed in the clubs when she went out with her girlfriends and, at 20 years old, she didn't have much else she considered to be "sexy." This so was not her. A high school athlete that made her way to college on an athletic scholarship, she was a good girl. She had barely had sex until this point, having lost her virginity in a hotel party following prom when she was 17, having had one serious boyfriend in college that was now talking about marrying her, and only having one other regrettable hookup with a guy she never saw again.

Why am I here? She lost a bet, that was why. Her friend Marnie had bet her that the football team wouldn't win 6 games their freshman year and of course they didn't. The loser had to do something embarrassing, and Marnie chose to have Kaylee submit an application to "Sex Survivor," which they had both watched religiously last season as a guilty pleasure of two college girls that had nothing better to do on Wednesday nights and no boyfriends at the time. Now here she was watching disgusting Swinging Dick Parker fire up the crowd with the prospects that his large cock might find its way deep inside her tiny body. She thought she would faint.

When the game show called back and asked her to be a finalist, she thought there was no way she could do it. But, the reality was that she was from a rather poor family and the money that could come from winning, or even having a deep run on the show, could be a life changer like no other opportunity she could imagine. She was torn until Marnie told her she had to do it. The possibilities of living an extraordinary life and becoming famous were too great to pass up, and Kaylee could not disagree.

So here she was on the stand, not sure just who she was right now. She tapped her black thigh-high boots together while she pretended nothing was going on around her. She wondered if the crowd noticed her apprehension when she bounced onstage, waived, and forced a pretty, if anxious, smile.

"Kaylee Diamond! Bring your cute little self up here!" She heard her name called by Charlie Tims, the same guy that just referred to her and others as "new meat." Her breath caught a moment. This is happening, she thought. She hoped it wouldn't be too awful. She wanted to back out. She was going to get molested, abused, and probably just FUCKED. She glanced about. She was the only real innocent, sweet-looking, daddy's girl in the group, and the cleanest, freshest looking little blonde haired girl, in her mind at least. And she figured that meant she would be kept around long enough to let America and the world see her get abused. Fuck it, let's do this.

She approached the front of the stage and managed to not fall, though her nerves could not be overstated. Her dress barely reached mid thigh, hiding the matching silver and gray boyshorts she had underneath. She could do sexy. Her hips swayed slightly, but naturally. She wanted to do little to make any of the male contestants more predatory than they might already be. She felt sexy in this dress, but also felt protected by its warmth, allowing her to get through her introduction.

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"Hi Charlie," she says sweetly as she brushed the hair from her eyes in the most coy, teasing manner possible.

"Kaylee, tell us about Kaylee," Charlie says, leaving her to put herself out there as much or as little as she wanted. She knows she isn't conventionally sexy, but more of a girl next door. She knows that to many, those who want to violate and use such a girl, that she could play that card to some success.

"Well, I am Kaylee Diamond from Missouri. I go to Missouri Western State University, where I play volleyball. I am 5'5" and just a little over 110. I uh," her voice catches and her chin quivers a bit. "I have a boyfriend who doesn't know I am here and he probably won't be okay with it." She forces another smile, giving in to the notion that it's too late now to keep him from finding out.

"What's his name?" Charlie asks. Of course he would. The producers wanted this to be painful for her. Ratings were driven if people thought they were seeing someone cheat or wreck their lives, as well as have their bodies wrecked. She shook her head a moment as if to refuse the question before realizing they would make her stand here until she tells them.

"Darren," she says. "He's a great guy," she says, as if giving a goodbye kiss to someone she knew she could not be with.

"Well good luck to you, Kaylee," Charlie says, his eyes looking her up and down as she shakes his hand. She smiles and waves one more time as the crowd roars for her before she bounces back to the stand, where she tugs her dress down over her thighs just a bit, nervously awaiting the competition to begin in earnest.

 

[ChyooCharlie]

(OOC: If you are a contributing writer, please go to the bottom of this post first. If you are simply following the story, read away. )

CHARLIE TIMMS
The Main Studio
Kaylee Diamond's introduction (continued):

"Kaylee Diamond!" Charlie Timms calls, "Bring your cute little self up here!"

The young blond in her tight fitting dress descends the steps toward Charlie to the delight of the crowd. Young meat was always welcome by the crowd, so the final competitors chosen always includes at least one or two women who look almost too young to be having sexual relations, let alone having them before an audience.

"Hi Charlie," she says sweetly.

Charlie gives the sexy beauty the standard greeting for female contestants: his left hand takes hold of her left hand for a soft, friendly shake, while the right hand slips to the small of her back, just barely above the round flesh of her ass, to pull her in for a light kiss on the cheek.

A popular quip about Sex Survivors has always been that no matter what erotic, taboo, or frightening thing the male -- or sometimes female -- combatants did to or with the other female competitors, Charlie Timms always gets to cop the first feel. In fact, during the third season, an outgoing, confident return competitor called Charlie on it, asking, "How come you feel up the girls and never the guys?"

To the utter delight of the crowd, Charlie responded by quickly cupping the man's generous package, laughing, "Never let it be said that Charlie Timms is one to discriminate based on gender." The footage of what would come to be called The Groping went viral and in less than three hours had become the most watched YouTube video in history.

"Kaylee, tell us about Kaylee," Charlie says, stepping back a bit to ensure the cameras can see her beautiful form from all angles.

"Well, I am Kaylee Diamond from Missouri. I go to Missouri Western State University, where I play volleyball...

Behind and above her -- and out of her view -- the Main Screen, visible to the entire Studio Audience, comes alive with an image of Planet Earth. The Google Earth-driven graphic zooms in quickly, isolating North America, the US, Missouri, St Joseph, and finally the campus of Kaylee's school.

As if the satellite producing the image has landed, a second camera seamlessly picks up the image, zooming in on a crowd of over 200 students and staff. Cued by the Camera Operator there on the ground, the crowd -- most of them in school colors and displaying signs with Kaylee's name on them -- erupts in cheers as Missouri's newest celebrity continues.

"I have a boyfriend who doesn't know I am here and he probably won't be okay with it."

A playfully chastising Ooooooooo...! fills the Main Studio. Charlie pretends to wave the fans to silence, promising, "Don't worry, Kaylee. We won't tell him, will we...?"

Charlie looks out to the audience that erupts in, "Tell him! Tell him! Tell him!"

Charlie laughs and returns to Kaylee. "What's his name?"

Charlie doesn't actually need that information, and suddenly the rest of the world knows why. The image of the cheering school crowd is suddenly replaced with a shot of a small office. An older woman in professional dress is showing paperwork to a 20-something man dressed just a nicely.

"Darren," she says. "He's a great guy."

On the Main Screen, in one corner of which flashes the word "LIVE", text scrawls below the image: "Meet Darren, Kaylee's boyfriend, who is just down the street here in Hollywood. We flew him in last night. He thinks he is negotiating the terms for a grant that will pay for his next two years of college. He doesn't know that his girlfriend is a contestant on Sex Survivors."

"Well good luck to you, Kaylee," Charlie says, noticeably ogling Kaylee's beautiful form. He repeats his far-too-intimate embrace and hand shake and -- as the image of Darren is replaced by the Missouri Western shot again -- sends Kaylee back up the steps.

As she ascends, the camera zooms in a bit closer than is appropriate on her butt, and a second camera zooms in on Charlie as he makes a lewd fist pumping gesture that needs no explanation. As if pretending to tell a secret to a single friend, he whispers to millions, "If that isn't the prettiest sight in the world..."

The Studio Audience cheers and hoots and whistles...

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FOR KAYLEE:

I am not including a CHYOO option in this post. We need to wait for the other writers to post their introductions. However, I will be sending you a PM in a few minutes about what we can do in the meantime.

FOR ALL WRITERS:

• I have created a Discussion Thread.
• Please, subscribe to that thread and read Post #2. (If it's not posted yet, it's because I am still writing it.
• If you have sent me your Character Profile and I have sent you a "go ahead" to post in this IC, post an introduction similar to what Kaylee posted above. It can be short, long, whatever.
• Once we have an introduction from all writers (or I have determined that someone introduced above has probably already quit), I will continue with the main CHYOO format of the role play, woohoo.

FOR THE READERS:

Enjoy. More to come soon.

 

[ash13]

Kimberly stands up and nearly bounces up to where the announcer is . I show off a pink button down dress with some sparkles on it as being an office girl I always love those "babrbie doll" looks.( sparkles,lace,etc,) the dress is a good 3" above my knees as I LOVE to show off my 40"long legs. i also have on nude pantyhose and at the end is a pair of 3" strappy white heels which make me like 6'1.


"Hello all I am Kimberly Cumstorm I am 22 and I am 5'10 and about 130 pounds, my BEST asset are my 40" long legs. I am a bank teller and account executive. Working in customer service I LOVE to help the customers and my bubbly personality is also a good thing to have. I love dressing in pastels and heels so some of the men I work with joke and call me barbie doll. I like to flirt at work with the customers, nothing "bad" just make them feel good about banking with us. I also enjoy reading and jogging as I pride myself on keeping in shape and running 2 miles a day. Thank you" *blows kiss to audience*

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Standing off to the side, Harper awaits her introduction, nervously tugging at her skirt. More content to hide away in a corner than to be in the spotlight, Harper knows that the life she has known for the past twenty-six years is about to end. She is about to stride out there and open herself up to the opinion of the world. The thought terrifies her. She has to keep reminding herself the reason she's doing this; the reason that she is offering herself, body and soul, to the world.

Never has Harper thought of herself as beautiful, let alone sexy. A life in the foster system, thrust from house to house and never able to call one place her own had had negative effects on a young Harper. She had grown up believing that nobody could ever want or love her. But then she had met Bryan and everything had changed.

A small smile pulls at the corner of her lips as she thinks of her fiance. As if the thought of him gives her courage, Harper's shoulders straighten and her chin tilts up in the slightest show of new-found confidence.

They had met in college. Harper a freshman and a total fish out of water in the Ivy League - where excellence was everything and making yourself seen was the main point of your day - and Bryan, a bright and cheerful junior. He was everything Harper was not, a shining beacon of confidence with his commanding presence and a way of making everyone around him feel as if he were talking only to them. He could have had any woman he wanted, but for some reason he had chosen Harper. From day one he had challenged her, drawing her slowly from her shell. Harper couldn't be happier than when she was in his arms. And now they were to be married. As soon as the show was over Harper was ready to walk down the aisle and be Bryan's forever.

Her heart begins to race as she hears the announcer call her name. With hesitant steps, Harper steps forward, giving another tug of her high-waisted, black pencil skirt. Harper remembers that morning, the good-byes she and Bryan had shared, him commenting on her outfit being perfect. Harper hopes he was right. It was a difficult decision, deciding what to wear for her debut. Finally, after much debate, she settled on a normal work outfit: pencil skirt that reaches just past her knees, blue short-sleeved blouse tucked into the skirt, her long raven curls pulled up into a messy bun and her pink, plastic framed glasses securely perched on her nose. The glasses had been Bryan's idea. Normally, Harper wore her contacts, but Bryan had insisted that the audience would eat up the entire look. And that's what they wanted, for the audience to root for her.

Harper slowly makes her way across the stage, her black stilettos clicking against the hardwood floor. She greets Charlie Timms with a light handshake, trying not to stiffen as he places his hand just above the curve of her ass, which is shown off to full advantage by the tight skirt. He instructs Harper, in his booming announcer voice, to introduce herself to the audience.

Suddenly, Harper's throat is dry and she forces herself to take a few slow breathes.

"Take your time sweetheart." Charlie flashes a brilliant smile at her, his bleach white teeth even more blinding under the hot spotlights. "We don't want to rush such a sexy little thing. We're just enjoying looking at you. Aren't we?" He faces the audience, which hoots and hollers happily.

She waits for the audience to quiet before forcing herself to smile, she hopes it doesn't look as painful as it feels.

"I'm Harper Sanchez," she says, her voice carrying over the loud speakers and it startles her to hear her own voice echoing in her ears. "I'm twenty-six and from a small town in North Carolina where I'm a librarian."

"If the librarian's in my town looked as good as you I would have made more of an effort to read." Charlie jokes, making a show of looking Harper up and down.

Harper blushes, which sets the audience off in a roar of whistles and cat calls.

"I'm 5'7" and just shy of 130 pounds. I spend a lot of my free time running 5ks and half marathons." She continues once the crowd has settled.

"And what about that rock on your finger," Charlie takes hold of her left hand and holds it up for the audience and cameras to see, "must be someone special in your life."

A soft smile pulls at Harper's lips as she looks at her engagement ring, a stunning princess cut diamond set in a white gold band and surrounded by smaller diamonds. Bryan had once admitted to her that he had started saving for that ring the day that he met Harper.

"Yes," she says softly, "a very special someone. My fiance Bryan has been behind me this whole time. He was the one who suggested I try out for the show."

Harper does not confess that it was only after Bryan himself had been turned down by the show that he suggested Harper might have a better chance of making it than him. It was for the future after all and Harper was, at the time, happy to submit her application knowing that if she won it would mean the possibility of children for them. An accident when Harper was a teen had insured that she would never be able to have children, a sad fact for the couple. The show, however, offered them the possibility to afford any and all options they might want to pursue once they were ready to start a family.

Harper smiles at a the camera, knowing that Bryan is out there watching. She blows him a kiss. "Love you baby."

 

[wombat9966]

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Troy was waiting his turn Backstage. So far they had been announcing the ladies and of course the audience had been eating them up. He had to admit they were a bunch of good looking females and he would enjoy fucking whoever he got too.

Finally they started to introduce the men. He looked down at himself and grinned. Most of the other guys had dressed up for the occasion in their best suits, a few had hired Tuxedos and two where in some sort of Cos play outfits. He however was in his ring attire. A pair of shiny long shorts and his feet wrapped in fighting tape. He had forgone his gloves but had made sure to oil up to show off his muscles. Now Charlie was calling his name and he strode out like he owned the stage, playing the audience just like he would at one of his fights.

Charlie is a bit taken aback at this. Never has new meat acted so calm in front of the audience or the cameras. In fact he is acting more like a pro than new blood. The female members of the crowd are loving his attire and are going wild while he shows off and the guys are even going off when he begins to show off some of his fighting moves. Charlie quickly gathers himself and ever the professional moves in and takes control again.

"Well Troy looks like you are a crowd favorite already. Tell us a little bit about yourself."
"Glad to Charlie," Troy says oozing confidence. "I'm twenty six years old and as you can see I'm in great shape. I'm six foot four and keep my reddish brown hair cropped short for career purpose's. You see Charlie I am a cage fighter and a damn good one, but to break into the big time you need exposure and for everyone to know your name. Well what better way to do that than here."
"So what do they call you Troy," Charlie asks with a grin.
"Both the Men and Women know me as 'The Hammer' Charlie. Of course for different reasons. The men because of the strength in my limbs. The women because of my 9 inch cock that is 4 inches around."
Charlie smiles at the camera and then turns to the ladies gathered at the back of the stage. "Careful ladies you might not want to be the nail this hammer hits."
The crowd is laughing and cheering now and Charlie has to wait for them to calm down before asking his final question.
"So Hammer is there someone waiting for you or are you all alone."
"No Charlie I am a happily married man and she is fine with me being here. We will use the money I make to buy our first house and finance our fighting career's."
"Well good luck Hammer and we will see you in the first round."
Charlie gives Troy another handshake and Troy salutes the crowd and heads up to the stage.