<b><u>Character Name:</u> John Dirk</b><br/><u><b>Wearing:</b></u><b> A suit and tie befitting a game show host</b><br/><u><b>Location:</b></u><b> The Escape Room Facility, Control Room</b><br/><u><b>Tagging/ Mentioning:</b></u><b> The Chase Sisters<br/>
<u>Affiliations/Notes</u></b><u><b>:</b></u><b> Round 2!</b><br/><br/><br/>Dirk had the game rigged, the mannequins would release the spritz of 'jizz' at any time he chose, as they were all loaded with it, not just six of the dozens of them, so the girls would get lucky on their very first guess, but they still had to earn it. Abby's lucky guess allowed her all the pleasure with none of the effort, unlike Cordelia, the stubborn one who took longer to come around and enjoy herself, with the 'punishment' of having a mannequin that required her to get down and dirty and put in work to get her reward.<br/><br/>Abby's mannequin finished gobbling her teats, making a tiny burping noise as if it had swallowed some milk when (even if the suit hadn't prevented any from leaking out) there was none. The head morphing once again, causing the mouth to separate the top half like the lid on a latched box, and the tongue inflating until it looked like a modest-sized cock and spurted the proof of completion, a lightly milky substance with a slightly on the thicker side oily consistency all over Abby's chest, a veritable mouthful had it gone inside, and instead coated her from her shoulder blades down to her navel as it spread until flat against her, no longer pooling with surface tension.<br/><br/>Cordelia, naturally, did not have to watch her mannequin morph at all as its phallus was already presented, and its rapid but smaller multiple spurts went a little wild, splashing her faceplate, neck, and each breast as it was pointing more upward than forward unlike Abby's. The result was the same, of course, neither of them understanding the nature of the aphrodisiac compound and how it would affect them. Even if they hadn't already begun to get into the spirit of the game, they wouldn't be able to resist things, especially as they escalated and began to involve penetration into their orifices.<br/><br/>"Congratulations, ladies, you guessed right on your first round! Let's see if you get two in a row, and who reaches three cumshots each!" he announced, the mannequins that had just ejaculated reverting to their blank-faced forms and no longer able to react as they were already correctly identified as winning guesses.<br/><br/>Allowing the girls to move on to their next choice as they had planned, new variations would be discovered, so it was unlikely any of them would encounter the same type of mannequin challenge twice. In fact that was the case, as Abby's second choice turned out to be something more akin to Cordelia's first choice, and vice versa.<br/><br/>Abby's new mannequin did not have a mouth that opened, speaking only through a microphone from within. "Me wanna motorboat! Hold me tight and don't let me slide out!" it instructed, awaiting the touch of Abby's breasts on either side of its head as it began to gyrate, up and down and shaking its head from side to side, helped along by the slowly drying lubricant left on Abby's chest. No suction this time, just keeping the head within her chest region as it nuzzled, shook, and pumped.<br/><br/>Cordelia's second mannequin on the other hand was a bit more crude. "Me milk you like cow! Moooooo!" it had a huskier voice, and also did not form a mouth. Instead, its chest cavity opened up two holes in its pectoral area, and two pipes emerged. They moved forward, then backward, and made a vacuum-like sucking noise that seemed to indicate it was meant to be a pseudo-milking device that would do both of her breasts at once unlike Abby's one-at-a-time mannequin. Since there was no lactation occurring, it would simply stimulate Cordelia's tits like a penis pump would for a cock.