Megan
“Okay, Megan, you’re the last virgin standing on Biggest Licker. Just tell the camera how you feel.”
I nod at Maya, the production assistant, and take a deep breath as I get ready to give my confessional. It won’t be hard to act excited. This is what I came here for. To win the grand prize. And I’m so close I can practically taste it.
I center myself, knowing I need to give Maya exactly what she wants with this little speech. It’s only been five minutes since the live eviction, and they called me straight up to my room before I had a chance to do more than hug Tristan and Madden.
Maya holds her hand up, indicating the camera is about to roll, then drops it quickly and leans forward as if she just remembered something.
“Don’t forget, you’re waiting for the right one. These viewers aren’t interested in how much you need this money. They want to believe you’ve been holding on to your v-card all this time for love. That’s your angle.” She rolls her eyes and smirks, showing just how ridiculous she thinks that idea is.
Not that I blame her. It is a bit ridiculous. I mean, a house full of virgins? And then there are the billionaires, whose sole purpose on Biggest Licker is to seduce us, make us give it up. If the producers get their way, I’ll end up handing over my v-card before the upcoming season finale and they won’t have to pay up.
But they have another thing coming. They have no clue how much I need that money. I remained a virgin all through college. I think I can keep that status firmly intact for one more week. Especially since all the guys have been eliminated except for Tristan and Madden—though if I’m going to be stuck in a house with a couple billionaires vying for my attention, I don’t think there are any two I’d rather be with.
I suppress a shudder thinking about how miserable it would be if any of the other sleaze-balls had made it this far with me, then decide to just go with those thoughts and focus on who is here. I smile as the light on the camera flicks on.
“Oh my god,” I gush, “I can’t believe it. I’m the last virgin standing!” I clap my hands and go for a dreamy expression, knowing that’s just what Maya wants. “And with Tristan and Madden? I don’t think there are two sexier men I could be in this house with.”
I lean back on my plush, white over-sized chair and tuck my feet underneath me. “I’m in some kind of fantasy. I mean, this apartment? Insane.” I spread my arms wide for the camera.
That much is true, too. It’s so fucking over the top that I almost don’t want the show to be over. And if I’m being honest, if it wouldn’t mean I’d be sent packing—straight out of the most luxurious apartment I’ve ever set foot in—I might have already given in to temptation and let one of those two sexy men have me. It’s obvious they’ve both had their eyes on me.
I gesture for the camera at my bedroom that’s decked out in shades of gray, silver and white with a giant-ass four-poster bed that feels like a cloud covered in a feather duvet. It looks like a pillows factory, that’s how many silky pillows are scattered around the room. A waterfall trickles gently down the wall near the bed, covering what looks like a cityscape through a huge floor-to-ceiling window—but it’s all an illusion, made to look like we aren’t actually on a set in a production studio. Curtains and luxe fabrics drape over the walls and hang from the posters of the bed, candles and mood lighting are everywhere, and don’t even get me started on the private bathroom.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it. The bathtub alone is large enough to fit at least ten people. Water falls from the ceiling like rain. Then there’s the heated marble and the colored lighting. The entire apartment screams sex. And there are plenty of places to do it, too. I’ve seen plenty of that in my weeks here. Naked bodies going at it in a place that’s anything but private. And I’ve imagined more than once what it would be like to put my huge bed to good use.
But no, that’s not why I’m here. I keep reminding myself I’m here for the prize money—the money I only get if I don’t give it up to one of the two sexy billionaires remaining.
“But Tristan and Madden?” I repeat, widening my eyes at the camera. “I’m so glad they’re the ones I’m here with. I really think one of them could be The One. I’m so close to having everything I ever wanted—a man who I love and who loves me. Someone who’s worthy of giving my virginity to.”
Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I grin shyly, just like a good little virgin should. The thing is, I haven’t actually been holding out all this time for the right guy. I’ve just been so busy working my ass off to keep a roof over my head while I finished my degree that I had literally zero extra time for dating, let alone sex.
I guess it’s a good thing, though, because it gave me the opportunity to get on the show. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Biggest Licker? I never in a million years would have thought I’d do something like this. But when my parents died, I was flat broke. I had to sell the home I grew up in just to pay for college. And if that’s not bad enough, right after graduation I lost my job. Auditioning for this show was a last-ditch effort to get some money, seeing as how my degree has done nothing to help me find a decent job.
But no one watching this show wants to hear that shit. So I give them what they want. “I have no idea which one I like most, though. They’re both so hot. And, oh my god, it’s so crazy that I have not only one but two billionaires that are just dying to get in my panties. It’s going to be really hard this next week with those two.”
I giggle and wink, and Maya gives me a thumbs-up from behind the camera and turns it off. That’s exactly what her boss, the producer, wants. For me to give it up—my virginity and the huge payday I’ve been holding out for. But I think Maya wants me to win. She’s pretty cool, even if she is pretty cynical about love.
I actually do believe in love, but this thing I’m doing here? It’s all about the money. There’s no way I’ll fall in love with Tristan or Madden. Or have sex with them.
“Good job, Megan,” she says, and I sit back with a sigh. “You’re so close. You’ve got this.”
I want to believe her. I am close. But I have a nagging feeling that resisting the two of them over the next week might turn out to be a lot harder than I expect.