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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of November 
2006)

Part 13

Chapter 40

Brenda arrived at the office at around ten in the morning on Monday.  
She noted Wynona's car was already in the small lot and so was 
Thomas'.  Brenda took a moment to fix her hair and makeup in the 
mirror before stepping out in a pair of two inch heeled red pumps and 
matching full red dress complete with long sleeves and a tie at the 
front of the neck.  With her hair neatly permed and a string of 
pearls around her neck, she briefly wondered why she had decided to 
dress like a eighties business woman today.

On entering the office, she was directed into one of the studios 
where she found Thomas, Arnold and Wynona chatting beside a large 
cardboard-looking wheel and a wire frame cylindrical basket mounted 
atop a small wooden table.

"Ah, Brenda.  Come in, come in," Arnold Griffith said with a smile 
and outstretched hand.  "Can we get you some coffee or a pastry?"

"No, thank you.  I've already had two cups at home."

"Well then let's get right to business then, shall we?  Did you get 
my letter?"

Brenda nodded.

"Then you already know what these are for."  Arnold motioned toward 
the items previously mentioned.  Brenda now looked in detail and saw 
printed on 'slices' of the wheel different disgusting things to do 
with cum.  Among them were to drink it from a glass, to eat it on a 
slice of pizza, to eat it on a stick of gum, drink it out of a 
condom, walk around in public with cum on her face and so forth.  
"Today we'll whittle down the things you just won't do and make these 
choices final.  I want you to first read all the ideas on this wheel 
and tell us if there is anything you absolutely will not do if it 
were to come up on a random spin."

Brenda turned the wheel slowly as she read all the ideas.  "I'm not 
so sure about this one," she said.  "Drink cum from a woman's 
pussy."  She heard Wynona snort from behind her but did not turn to 
look.  "Lick it from another woman's ass?  Oh god no.  Definitely 
not.  I told you guys, I don't do the anal thing."

"Then that one goes.  Thomas, rip it up.  Brenda, can you think of 
anything to replace it with?  As you can see, we now have an open 
spot on the wheel."

"Maybe you shouldn't have made the wheel until you asked me," Brenda 
retorted.  "I don't know, about about 'spin again' or make it 
interesting for our viewers and have one spot that says 'nothing this 
week' so they can have their hearts stop when it looks like it might 
stop on that one."

"That's actually a really good idea," Wynona chimed in.

"Thomas, make it so," Arnold cheered.

"And sorry guys, I take my coffee black, with no cream."

"And what might we put up in that one's place?"

Wynona spoke up before Brenda got a chance.  "Like she said, 'spin 
again'.  Or maybe 'spin again and do twice'."

Brenda now turned to Wynona with an open mouth and wide eyes as if to 
say, "I never knew you were like that!"

In all the wheel had twelve 'slices' with a plastic post mounted 
around its circumference between each slice.  A large flexible 
plastic pointer hung down from the top center to indicate the 
randomly selected item.  Brenda spun the wheel a few times to get the 
feel of it and to ease her own mind that it wasn't fixed in any way.  
It did come up with the Cum On Gum suggestion three times out of ten, 
but she figured that was within the realm of possibility of 
randomness.

"And now Brenda, let's go into the office and you can read all of the 
dares and suggestions from our viewers.  Toss out those you just 
absolutely will not do.  We've got about seventy suggestions so far, 
not nearly enough, and if you throw out more than ten or twelve I'm 
going to need to know why."

For the next two hours Brenda sat in the office going through 
suggestions printed on small slips of paper.  Wynona stayed with her 
trying to convince her of how some of the more extreme one could be 
made interesting.  They spread the slips out across Mr. Griffith's 
desk in piles; there was a pile of things Brenda would definitely not 
mind doing, one for things she would do under the right 
circumstances, another for things she might be willing to try once 
and one for thing she absolutely refused to be a part of.  After two 
hours the two middle piles were the largest and she was definitely 
getting rid of eight suggestions.  They dumped the remaining sixty-
three into the wire tumbler and, at Arnold's direction, moved back 
into the studio to film Brenda making her first official pick and 
spin of the Wheel o' Cum.

The wheel was spun first and came to rest on drinking cum from a cup 
or glass.  Then the tumbler was rolled a half dozen times to mix up 
the dares before Brenda reached in.  When she pulled out her first 
viewer dare, she was disheartened to see it was one of those she 
hadn't really wanted to do.  She read it aloud for the camera:

"Give a blow job to stranger at a glory hole.  I don't even know what 
that means," she lied.

Thomas spoke up for the camera.  "It means we'll be making a trip to 
an adult book store sometime this week and making you the star 
attraction."

"Wait, I think we can make this better," Wynona said while the camera 
was still rolling.  "Thomas, are those three high school guys still 
working for you?"

"Yes, why?"

"What do you say we setup a sort of glory hole booth here in the 
studio.  Brenda would have to guess which of those three guys she was 
sucking.  To make it harder, we could have two more guys, hand 
selected by me for instance, in the mix.  Five guys, three of whom 
she knows, and she has to guess which cock belongs to which guy."

"So make this into a sort of a game show?" Thomas asked.

"Yes, exactly."

"I don't know about this," Brenda said warily.

"No, it'll be great.  This is what you brought me onto the show for; 
to challenge you and make more interesting scenes for the show."  
Turning back to Thomas Wynona continued, "so she sucks off all five 
guys, spits each guy's cum into a glass and when all five have blown 
their load she drinks it all down, which takes care of her drinking 
requirement as well.  In fact," she said, giving Brenda a reason to 
care for the idea, "by making this so much more than just a simple 
suck and swallow Brenda should get a week off from having to spin the 
wheel or choose a dare."

"Now I like that idea," Brenda said.

"But what if she guesses wrong?" Thomas asked.  "Shouldn't there be 
some punishment for guessing the wrong guys?"

Wynona thought it over a minute while Brenda just stared in shock at 
the both of them carrying on like she wasn't there.

"I suppose," Wynona began, "we could have a second box or hat full of 
ideas for punishments.  Any guy she guesses wrong gets to randomly 
choose a punishment to administer on camera."

Arnold Griffith broke into the conversation.  "It looks like our 
starlet is having some doubts.  I'm really liking what I'm hearing 
here.  Brenda, tell us how we can make this work for you."

"I... don't know," she stated with a wide, blank stare.  "It's too 
many guys.  Too much semen.  I mean, drinking five guys' cum all 
mixed together?  Gross.  And I don't know these guys or where they've 
been.  What if one of them has a disease?"

"We'll have each one get a blood test before accepting them," Thomas 
suggested.

"And what will my husband think of me swallowing a bunch of guys' 
cum?"

"What did he think of you swallowing that salesman's cum when you got 
your new bed delivered?" Wynona asked.  Brenda shot her a look of 
surprise and some hurt.  "What?  It aired on the show last week.  
Thousands of people watched it.  What did your husband think of 
that?"

"He--" Brenda began and then stopped.

"Yes?"

"Well he was a bit... shocked... that I'd done it and shocked that 
I'd done it in our very own bathroom.  But he did fuck my brains out 
that night.  Oh god, are we still shooting/"  Brenda clamped both 
hands over her mouth.

"So how do you think he'll react if you suck five guys?" Wynona 
pressed.

"I don't know.  I guess he'll say that it's my choice like he always 
has done.  He says as long as I come home to him and still want to 
have sex with him and be with him that he'll support my decision."

Wynona held her hands out to her sides and shrugged her shoulders.  
"So what's the problem with this glory hole game?"

"I don't know.  I just-- I've never done anything like it."

"Well I'd never strutted my stuff or fucked myself in a high school 
parking lot with a soda bottle before, but two days ago I did."

"That was pretty hot," Brenda commented.

"Thanks.  You were awfully hot that day, too.  But this show is about 
you.  You're the star.  You need to do something bigger and better 
than what I've done.  And it'll get you off the hook for having to do 
another dare next week."

Brenda thought for a moment.  "Make it two weeks and I want control 
over which guys are involved."

"If we gave you that control," Thomas pointed out, "then it wouldn't 
be a guessing game."

"Tell you what," said Mr. Griffith, "we'll let you off the hook for 
the dares and spinning the wheel for two weeks and you'll get an 
extra week's pay as a bonus if the show's ratings improve when we air 
the glory hole game."

Brenda quickly did the math in her head and figured that was like an 
extra fifteen hundred dollars for just giving blow jobs to a couple 
of guys.  With everyone staring at her waiting for her answer, she 
lowered her gaze, nodded and said, "Alright, I'm in."


Chapter 41

Brenda arrived at one of the safe houses rented by the studio for 
filming on Wednesday afternoon.  She had been given instructions to 
come prepared for her game; not too much makeup and simple clothes 
she wouldn't mind discarding.  She showed up in a tee shirt and 
jogging shorts, ankle socks and running shoes.

There were several other cars parked in the driveway and on the 
street in front of the small two story craftsman style house.

She and the crew spent a good hour going over the details of what 
would be expected of her and where the lights and cameras would be 
positioned.  At around four in the afternoon the three eighteen year 
old high school boys from Brenda's neighborhood began arriving.  
Wynona arrived shortly after, giving driving directions on her cell 
phone to one of the as-yet unknown men Brenda would be expected to 
suck off.  It was nearly five when everyone was in and settled.

"In the sake of fairness," Thomas announced to everyone who was 
crowded around the edges of the upstairs bedroom, "Brenda will be 
given five minutes with all five guests.  Brenda, take that time to 
feel them, taste them, do whatever you need to in order to figure out 
which is which.  She'll then be blindfolded and placed behind this 
wall so she can't see any of us.  I will send each man up in random 
order.  Guys, you get the easy job here.  Just drop your pants, stick 
your dick through the hole in the wall and let Brenda do her magic on 
you.  Now I do want to say that all five men agreed to blood tests 
just to be safe and as of the results we received from the lab today 
before noon, all five guys are clean."

Wynona said, "I will stay behind the wall with Brenda for moral 
support and, well I'll admit it, to get myself all hot and bothered 
watching her suck you guys."  She held up a shot glass.  "She'll take 
each guy's cum and spit it into this glass.  When all five are done, 
she'll swallow it all, then she has to guess which guy came in which 
order."

Thomas produced a baseball cap with folded pieces of paper in it.  
"Everyone should remain silent throughout the show.  Don't give her 
any hints of who you are and don't try to confuse her into thinking 
you're someone else.  Any guy she guesses wrong will get to choose 
one slip of paper from this hat.  On each slip is a punishment which 
you will be allowed to administer to Brenda on camera.  But keep it 
quiet until she's guessed all five.  Breaking the rules gets you 
immediately tossed out."

"Is there anything you need before we start?" Wynona asked of Brenda.

"No.  The sooner we start, the sooner this will be over," Brenda 
stated.  She stood in the middle of the well lit room and removed her 
clothes, tossing them onto a chair under the leaded glass window.

Brenda knelt on the carpet before the five men which would be her 
pleasure and her torment for the next, oh however long it took to get 
this over with.  She was still uneasy about the concept for this 
whole game, but for the extra money it would pay and the fact that 
her husband Jim hadn't complained yet about anything she'd done for 
the show (at least not anything he'd seen in the weekly episodes, 
which was only about one fifth of what was filmed each week) she felt 
she could do this.

"One question," she said, turning to Thomas.  "I know I get punished 
for every wrong guess.  What do I get for the right ones?"

"A mouth full of semen?" Wynona suggested, which make several of the 
guys laugh.

"You didn't ask for rewards for right guesses," Thomas said with a 
frown.  "We hadn't given it much thought."

"What if for every one I get right I get to choose a punishment?"

"That could work," Thomas said slowly, rubbing his chin.  "I'm not 
sure why you'd want to take more punishments for your right answers."

"She meant she'd administer the punishment to the guys," Wynona said 
with her hands on her hips.

"Oh!  I get you.  Guys, are you sure enough in yourselves to give 
Brenda the opportunity to punish you if she guesses right?  Are you 
men enough to take the risk of possibly being dominated by this 
attractive young woman?"

"Well she won't have any trouble recognizing my foot long," one of 
the unnamed extra men commented.

"Ooh," Brenda said.  "Put up or shut up.  Let's see what you've got 
big boy."  She fumbled with the fly of his jeans and pulled them 
halfway down his thighs, then fished his stiffening prick out through 
the flap of his boxer shorts.  "Not quite a foot long," she 
commented, holding at most six inches in her hand.

"Well, I'm not full hard yet babe," he said.  "Give me a few strokes 
and let me feel your mouth around me and it'll get plenty harder."

Brenda wrapped both hands around the man's meat and gave him a few 
strokes.  She tried to imprint the feel of his pulsing cock into her 
mind.  He had a couple of very pronounced arteries running along the 
top side and a head which was fairly angular and pointed.  She 
scooted over in front of the next man, the kid with the John Lennon 
glasses from across the street, and unzipped his shorts with her 
teeth.  She reached delicately inside his briefs and pulled out his 
cock, again wrapping both hands around it.  It was smoother than the 
first with a more knob-like head.  She also noted his scrotum had 
only small wisps of fine hairs whereas the first guy's was thoroughly 
bristling with them.  She continued down the line until she felt 
certain she knew the shape and feel of each man's penis.

"So guys, do we have a deal or not?" Thomas asked as the partition 
was moved into place in one corner of the room.

The five men, having now all been exposed and having seen each 
other's cocks, agreed to the terms.  No one guy was significantly 
distinguishable from the others from a purely erectile standpoint.

Brenda moved behind the partition where Wynona blindfolded her with a 
length of black felt.  As Ivan the cameraman got into position also 
behind the wall, Wynona stripped off her own clothes and down on her 
knees behind Brenda.  She molded herself around every one of Brenda's 
curves and whispered in her ear, "I'll be here to help you."  She 
slipped both hands around Brenda's waist, letting one fall to 
Brenda's furry bush as the other rose to caress Brenda's breasts.

"Oh god, I don't need the distraction," Brenda moaned.

Wynona removed her hands from Brenda's body.

"I didn't say stop!  I just said I don't need it.  Continue."

Brenda was presented with stiff cock after stiff cock being pushed 
through the three inch or so diameter hole in the wall.  Blindfolded 
and with the constant distraction of Wynona's fingers tweaking her 
nipples and rubbing her clitoris, the only way Brenda new when a new 
cock was pushed through the hole was when she felt it slap 
expectantly against her cheek.  As each man came in her mouth, Brenda 
did her best to keep it all in, then Wynona would remove one of her 
hands to lift the shot glass up to her lips where Brenda would spit 
the semen out or just let it flow out from between her lips and run 
down her chin into the glass.  For a time it eased her mind to think 
that she wasn't having to swallow; that the cum was now gone from her 
mouth.  But after finishing off the fifth man, Wynona cheered her 
friend and reminded her that now she was to complete the dare of 
drinking the full shot glass.

The blindfold was removed and both cameras were positioned to get a 
good view of Brenda's spattered and glistening face as she slowly, 
uncertainly lifted the vile concoction to her lips.  At the last 
moment -- or about the fourth time she came to the last moment and 
then pulled the glass away -- Brenda raised the shot glass in a cheer 
and said, "Jim, this is for you."  Then she closed her eyes, tipped 
her head back and took a long swig from the glass.  The gooey, sticky 
liquid came out in one massive glop followed by a steady stream of 
what remained clinging to the inside of the glass.  Brenda tried very 
hard to keep from gagging at the volume of the salty, sickeningly 
thick liquid.  When the glass was sufficiently drained, she closed 
her lips and swallowed once, taking several seconds to work it all 
down.  When she finally opened her mouth, with both cameras zoomed in 
for closeup shots, only a few thin strings of cum stretched between 
her lips or between her top and bottom teeth.

"Now then," Thomas said, squatting before his star, "it is time to 
guess which man came in which order.  And please, everyone, be quiet 
until Brenda has made all five guesses."

Brenda could still feel the slime working its way down her throat and 
into her stomach as she guessed that Vince Browning, the high school 
varsity wrestler, had been first, that his friend Ryan Albright, the 
fellow with the small round glasses.  Next came the two previously 
unknown gents whom Wynona has brought in and finally Ernie Fowler, 
the other eighteen year old from her block.

"Well," Thomas said, rising and turning to face out the window, "I 
have some good news and some bad news for you, Brenda.  The good news 
is that you were right about Vince being first and about Harold being 
the fourth.  However it was Dave who came second and Ernie third.  
The fifth was Ryan."

"Damn," Brenda said, still on her knees in the corner of the room.  
The partition had been moved now and all five men had replaced their 
cocks into their pants.

"This does mean that you get to punish Vince and Harold, but the 
other three get to punish you."  Thomas brought over the baseball cap 
filled with punishment ideas.  "Go ahead and choose a punishment for 
Vince.  If it's something that just doesn't make sense, choose 
another -- after all, these were all written with the intent of being 
your punishments so some might not translate well to a male."

Brenda pulled out a folded piece of paper, opened it and read, "On 
camera spanking."

Vince gulped.

"Ah, now that means that you can take Vince over your knee and spank 
him.  You can do it bare bottomed or through clothing, the choice is 
yours.  Vince old boy, your time has come."

Brenda stood and wiped semen from her cheeks, lips and chin.  "Bare 
bottomed," she announced authoritatively.

Vince gulped again and, shutting his eyes, dropped his pants and 
assumed the position on all fours.

"How many spanks?" Brenda asked.

"Oh, some appropriate number.  But keep in mind this is not meant to 
be painful.  No welts or permanent scarring.  Maybe five or ten.  
Actually, Vince, you're eighteen still, right?  Why not let's pretend 
it's his birthday and give him eighteen spanks with one to grow on?"

"Oh dear god," Vince moaned.  He pressed his eyes closed and hoped 
this particular scene would not be broadcast until he'd had a chance 
to get plastic surgery to change his appearance and move to another 
state to avoid the humiliation he would face at school when his 
friends saw him getting his bare ass spanked by a woman eleven years 
older.

Brenda started off light, giving the boy five quick ones right off.  
The next five -- and she counted them all aloud -- were a bit harder 
and began to turn his skin pink.  The remaining nine were all 
noticeably harder and louder as her hand came down again and again on 
Vince's bare ass.  When she was finished, he quickly pulled up his 
pants, stood and left the room with tears of utter humiliation 
running down his face.

"Harold, you're next," Thomas sang out.  He again held the cap to 
Brenda to pick a random punishment.

"Let him grope you for ten full minutes," Brenda read.  "Well that 
won't do."  Thomas took the paper, folded it and put it back in the 
cap.  Brenda selected another and read, "Give a nude lap dance."

All eyes turned to the man.  Harold was a thirty-three year old 
colleague of Wynona's from one of the porno magazines for which she 
wrote.  Her had the beginnings of a receding hairline and thin, short 
black hair.  "What the hell," he said.  "I've done worse in the 
past."

Stripping off his clothes, Harold went through all the motions he 
knew from his many hours spent at strip clubs and nudie bars over the 
years.  If not for his cock hanging out and bouncing all over the 
place as he gyrated his hips, and his manly physique and hairy legs, 
he might have passed very well for a professional lap dancer.  Just 
like the professionals, he kept himself less than an inch over 
Brenda's lap at all times, but when he turned to face her for the 
final tease, he reached out and squeezed her perfect breasts.  He was 
quickly separated from Brenda by Wynona and Thomas who reminded him 
of the no touching rule of lap dancing.

"Well then Brenda, that just leaves your punishments," Thomas said 
with a smile.

END OF PART 13
You can read more of Sir Render's original adult stories at 
http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/

NOTE:  As of November 2006 I am working on new chapters to add to 
"What Some People Will Do".  I am looking for new ideas and 
directions for the story and have put a feedback form on my website 
if you would like to make suggestions.  Thank you!  Sir Render

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