This was a quickie written when I had a few hours of free time. "Survivor" is the hottest show on American TV right now and Elisabeth is one of the babes from the show. If people like this story enough, I might write some more on the other women of the show, so please be sure to tell me if you want other stories, what type of scenario you want, and who should be next.
Finally, CBS please don't sue me - this is just fiction and I don't mean to disparage Survivor (or Ms. Filarski's) name in any way.
Glancing out the window of her three story hotel room onto the night streets of Sydney, Australia below, Elisabeth Filarski was restless. Staring at the slow moving cars as she looked out the window, the neon lights of the billboards nearby reflecting harshly onto her face, her mind was rapidly churning over the upcoming days over and over. She knew she should sleep and make sure she had plenty of energy for tomorrow, but her mind wouldn't let her body calm down and relax.
Tomorrow she was going to be thrust into "Survivor: The Australian Outback" with 15 other total strangers, all hoping to "outwit, outplay & outlast" each other for a $1 million dollar cash prize. She was going to be gone for over a month, stranded out in the middle of nowhere as she endured very little food, grueling challenges and bitter rivalries. The really eerie thing was, CBS wouldn't let the contestants speak to each other or even meet each other until they boarded the plane to head out to the mystery spot. So she could have seen every single one of them here in the hallways of the hotel and not even realized it.
"Of course, the physical stuff isn't the problem," Elisabeth thought to herself. "I just hope I can hang in there mentally,"
Elisabeth had long been in excellent shape, after four years of softball at Boston College. As she stood in the mirror, admiring her body through the navy blue silk pajamas her boyfriend Tim had given her, she flexed her biceps in the mirror in a half joking way. Lifting up the base of her shirt, she patted her firm, toned stomach. Sticking her chest out slightly, Elisabeth cupped her breasts through the soft silk feel of the bedtime clothes.
"If I win this money, the first thing I'm getting is a boob job," Elisabeth laughed to herself. Tim liked her breasts, she knew that. They were a large A cup and though they weren't much, they were very manageable and went well with her tall, lithe body.
For the umpteenth time, Elisabeth opened her knapsack and inspected what she had brought. She knew that the weather would be hot out there in the desert, she just hoped it wouldn't get too cold. All she had brought was a light jacket. Pulling out her bathing suit, she inspected it once more. She had specifically brought this little pink & white two piece so that she didn't accidentally fall out of her top around the other people, and so that the bottoms of the suit didn't ride up the crack of her ass. Laying all this clothing on the bed, Elisabeth inspected it again. She couldn't get over how much she liked the head dress she had made. Now all she could do was hope she lasted on the show long enough to show it off.
Repacking up her bag, she glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight. Of course, it felt like 12 in the afternoon, coming off of Eastern Standard Time. Pacing around the room, she sat down on the bed once more, closing her eyes as she tried to go to sleep. No luck.
Walking over to the mini-bar in her room, she used the cheap plastic key on the counter to open it up. Peeking inside, she grabbed a Snickers and two little alcohol bottles. Her last taste of chocolate and liquor for a while, she knew. The room and everything was on CBS's tab, so Elisabeth figured what the hell. Looking at the bottle she grabbed, she realized that it was a cool little Absolut bottle. Taking a long pull from it, she settled onto the bed and flipped on the television to see what Australian TV had to offer.
As Elisabeth finished the vodka and went for three more of the little bottles, her channel flicking stopped for a moment on the hotel's porn station. On the screen, a white girl was getting railed by a big, strong looking black guy while another white girl ate out the first girl's pussy.
At first Elisabeth was repulsed by this and she quickly changed the channel. Holding the remote in the air in front of her for a moment, Elisabeth realized that watching just a few seconds of the hot porn movie had really turned her on. Her skin was flushed and she felt a tingling between her legs. Taking another sip from her drink, she flipped through the short list of channels quickly, and "accidentally" stopped on the porn station again. Now the two girls were sucking the black man's dick as he rubbed it all over their faces. Elisabeth decided that the room was getting way too hot, so she unbuttoned her silk top and put it beside her on the bed.
Running one hand over and around on her chest, Elisabeth would stop occasionally to tweak and pull on her nipples. They were large and puffy, a slight pink color. With her teasing of them, they became fully aroused and Elisabeth was in bliss as she was slowly working towards orgasm.
The movie on the screen now was really heating up. One of the girls had moved beneath the man's cock and was sucking and licking his balls, while the other girl, a blond whose hair had the same dirty brown tint that Elisabeth's had, was busy deep throating the man. The black man was pulling on his cock rapidly with the girls, and was just about to blow his load.
Elisabeth was now arching her back and bouncing her small, firm ass off of the bed as she ran her hands all over her
body. She had slipped her index finger into her pants now and was busy playing with herself under her modest white cotton panties. She knew she was close to orgasm, and when she opened her eyes and looked at the television screen, the wave of pure bliss and pleasure washed completely over her body.
Elisabeth's eyes opened just in time to see the black man spray his load all over the two white girl's faces. Both girls had their mouths open to catch the cum and the blond headed girl got a nice big jet of it all over her cheek, down to her chin. This was an especially hardcore film Elisabeth noticed (she had caught her boyfriend Tim watching porn with his friends one time. The movie on now was far more explicit) because after the cum shot, the two girls began making out, smearing the man's cum into their chests and licking it from each other's faces.
Following her orgasm, Elisabeth's rocking of the bed subsided. As she laid her head back on the pillows to catch her breath, Elisabeth realized that she was far from satisfied. Kicking her pants off and pulling her panties to the floor, Elisabeth thrust two more fingers into her cunt, savoring how juicy and wet it felt inside. It had been almost three weeks since she last had sex and her body was telling her that she needed it NOW! But what was she to do? Thousands of miles away from her friends and family, in a totally different country all by herself, Elisabeth suddenly realized how lonely she was.
Now naked totally, Elisabeth stood in front of the mirror once more to admire her body, hoping it would cheer her up. Her chest was still heaving some from that first orgasmic release. She could see a small trickle of her cum trickle down the inner portion of her leg as it lazily would make it's way off of her and onto the floor. With her hands on her hips, Elisabeth continued to admire her body.
"I think I'm in pretty good shape. I just wish Tim were here so that I could jump him right now," Elisabeth thought to herself, feeling a little ashamed at how naughty she was behaving. "Hell, right now I will settle for anyone,"
Walking over to the fridge again, her feet padding along on the carpet of the modest sized room, Elisabeth was suddenly struck with an idea.
Forgetting the alcohol and heading straight to the phonebook, Elisabeth began leafing through it. Finally she found what she was looking for: ESCORT SERVICES.
Scanning the pages, most of them were for men.
"A ha! There's one! Top to Bottoms...hmm, what kind of dorky name is that?" Elisabeth muttered to herself. "Oh well, beggars can't be choosy,"
Reaching over to dial the number, Elisabeth's hands were trembling. This wasn't something she did all the time. In fact, the idea only came to her because one of her friends from college had gotten an escort one night so that they could go to a fancy party. The girl had said that it went great and the guy wasn't a problem at all. Of course, all escort services (at least in America) really are is glorified prostitution. But right now, Elisabeth didn't care. She was horny and needed a man now. As she dialed the number, she slowly slid one hand to her pussy and began to play with herself again.
"Yea, hi. I need an escort. Right now, if possible. I need him for oh...at least 2 hours. I'm at the Outback hotel, here in Sydney. Room 417," Elisabeth said into the mouth piece. The man on the other line had a deep but very sexy voice, almost like Barry White, albeit Australian.
"Is it uhh...possible to make a preference on the man you are sending?" Elisabeth asked.
"Yes, of course. What type of guy are you looking for?" the Barry White voice said.
"Oh wow, I wasn't expecting you to say yes. Uhh...brown hair, blue eyes...a nice build if possible. And he doesn't need to be too tall," Elisabeth replied, holding her breath. She really didn't know what type of man she wanted, so the first thing she could come up with was Tim, her boyfriend back at home.
"We have just the man for you mum. I'm sure you'll be pleased. The total is $200 for your requested 2 hours. Any hours past that is $100, which you can just give to the gentleman. Thank you for calling us and have a pleasant evening," the voice said. Elisabeth heard a dial-tone and then placed the phone back on the receiver.
Just thinking about Tim's name a moment ago suddenly brought up conflicting emotions in Elisabeth. She loved Tim, but they had both agreed to put everything on hold while she was involved in "Survivor". If she was really to go through with what she hoped to with this male escort, no one would ever know about this infidelity. And who knows, maybe she would meet someone and perhaps even fall in love.
Deciding that tonight would forever stay a secret memory just for her, Elisabeth dug through her bag once more to get herself ready. She hadn't brought any makeup or any skimpy clothes because of the show, so she looked at what she had to make do with. After a few minutes of deliberation, she finally decided on a black sports bra and a pair of khaki shorts, with no panties on underneath of course. Fixing her dirty blond hair in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel herself getting hornier and hornier as the minutes drug on before the escort got there.
Not wanting to greet the escort in sopping wet shorts, Elisabeth dropped her pants again and was just about to start masturbating herself off to another orgasm when there was a knock at the door. Pulling up her shorts quickly, Elisabeth gave herself one more quick look in the mirror and answered the door.
Opening it tentatively, Elisabeth was pleasantly surprised to see the man standing there. Around 6 feet tall, he had curly brown hair and very big, soft blue eyes. His cheekbones were high, giving him the appearance almost of a model, and his chin was chisled out slightly, with a little cleft in it. He was very muscular, his biceps almost as big as Elisabeth was around, and his chest was wide and large, all the way down to his well toned legs and stomach. The man was wearing causal dress, with a pair of gray slacks and a black long sleeve muscle shirt that accentuated his pectoral muscles greatly.
"Hi. Did you call Top to Bottoms?" the man said in a gruff voice, heavy with the accent of his Australian lineage. He smiled when he spoke, and this alone almost melted Elisabeth into the door frame. His smile was perfect and looked very natural. She could tell by the way that he was looking at her body that he certainly wasn't going to mind performing the nights activities with a girl as cute as Elisabeth.
"Yes, I did. Come in. My name is El...I mean Rachel," Elisabeth said, her voice wavering as she walked in a trance like state to let the man in.
He had brought with him a gym bag of things, what lay inside of it Elisabeth could only imagine. Setting it on the bed, he cupped his hands by his waist and spoke again. Elisabeth couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the muscles that moved and flexed as he did this. Tim was a football player and very strong, something that drew Elisabeth to him. But this man was huge; the type of player who goes AFTER people like Tim on the football field.
"Pleased to meet you Rachel," the man said, uncupping his hands before taking Elisabeth's in his and pulling it to his mouth, giving it a slight kiss. His lips were warm and soft and the kiss was that pleasant kind of dry that only the truly experienced at kissing can do. "My name is Dave. Now, before we get started, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for the $200 you and the gentleman operating the phone agreed upon,"
Dave's mannerism were very kind and gentle. His politeness and his smile were so dizzying that Elisabeth almost had trouble concentrating on what he was saying.
"Huh? Oh yes, of course. Let me get it for you," Elisabeth said. Bending over the bed to dig in her bag for the $500 she had brought with her, Dave couldn't help but stare at her toned thighs and tight little butt.
Elisabeth stood up and turned to Dave with a smile. "Here ya go," she said, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled at him. Standing a few inches from his face, Elisabeth couldn't help but get lost in his eyes. The blue tint seemed to have shifted in shade since he got here, but they were just as hypnotizing as when she first saw him.
Realizing that the clock was ticking on her $200, Elisabeth decided to get down to business.
"Well Dave, what can you do for me, now that you have my money?" Elisabeth said, half joking.
The smile Dave had never left his face. "Well Rachel, we can do a lot of things," he said, bending over to reach into his bag. Not pulling anything out but just shuffling things around with his huge hands, Dave named off things.
"Well of course we don't have to stay in the hotel. I could give you a bath and wash your hair, or I could give you a full body massage or we could just sit here and talk, whatever you would like to do. If you have something else you'd like to do, I'd be more than willing to try it," Dave said.
Elisabeth thought for a moment. What she really wanted was to fuck this guy silly. But she didn't want to be too forward about it without appearing like a horny slut.
"How about a massage? That sounds nice. I'm going on a long trip tomorrow and I need to be relaxed," Elisabeth said.
"Sounds good," Dave said. "I'll turn around while you take off your clothes and wrap this towel around your waist. Then, lay flat on your stomach on the bed and I'll start oiling you up.
Elisabeth was a little surprised at his modesty, but didn't have to be told twice as she tore off her clothes, grabbed towel and almost dove onto the bed. She thought about spreading her legs wide, then telling Dave to turn around, but she decided she would see how it went first. Laying on her stomach, Elisabeth pulled her arms up underneath her and pressed her breasts between them. This elevated her back some, making her shoulders more accessible, while also thrusting her ass and pussy up from the bed enough so that should the towel "accidentally" slip off, Dave would get more than an eyeful.