Chapter 12

The picture above is the best representation of what I imagine Emily looks like but aged 22yo

Emily enters a Mrs. Busty and beautiful competition and gets fucked by the mayor and the judges.

Emily woke up with a start, her heart racing. She glanced around her bedroom, taking in the familiar posters on her walls and the stack of books on her nightstand. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was as if a dream she’d had the night before had somehow seeped into her reality, leaving her feeling uneasy and exposed.

She tried to remember the details of the dream, but they were already beginning to fade. All she could recall was that she had been chosen to compete in a Mrs. Busty and Beautiful competition, and she had met the mayor and the judges. There had been something about them, something sinister and predatory, that made her skin crawl even as they fawned over her.

Emily threw off her cover and got out of bed, deciding that a shower would help clear her head. As she stood under the hot spray, she couldn’t help but wonder if her dream was a warning of some sort. Was she in danger? Or was it all just a product of her overactive imagination?

She dressed in a blue sun dress and a blue daisy thong and blue floral slip-on shoes, grabbing her keys and purse before heading downstairs. Her husbands were still asleep, which was a relief. She didn’t want to tell them about her dream; they would only worry. Instead, she fixed herself a bowl of cereal and ate it at the kitchen table, staring out the window as the morning light streamed in. Something didn’t feel right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Emily decided to go for a walk, hoping that some fresh air would help clear her head. As she strolled through the quiet neighborhood, she found herself constantly glancing over her shoulder, expecting to see the sinister smiles of the mayor and the judges from her dream. It was an unsettling feeling, and she tried to shake it off.

She eventually made her way to the park, where she sat on a bench and watched the squirrels scurry about, searching for food. The peacefulness of the scene was almost hypnotic, and she found herself dozing off for a moment. When she woke up, she realized that someone had been standing over her for some time. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up and saw the mayor, his grin as familiar and as chilling as ever.

“Emily,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “What a pleasant surprise.” Emily’s throat went dry, and she struggled to find her voice. “What do you want?” she managed to croak. The mayor seemed taken aback for a moment, but then his grin returned. “Oh, I just wanted to make sure you were doing well. You know, make sure you don’t have any second thoughts about our little competition.” Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. “I don’t understand,” she said, her voice trembling. “What are you talking about?” The mayor leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Emily. And you’re going to do exactly as you’re told.”

He straightened up and took a step back, glancing around to make sure they weren’t being overheard. “Now, why don’t you come with me? I think it’s time we had a little chat about the rules and regulations of our little contest.” Emily hesitated, her mind reeling. She glanced around the park once more, searching for some sign of help or escape. But everything seemed to be in shadows, and there was no one else around.

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she stood up and followed the mayor as he led her through the trees. They emerged behind a small pavilion, the air thick with the scent of roses. The judges were already there, sipping coffee and chatting quietly among themselves. “Ah, Emily,” the woman who had introduced herself as the head judge said, her voice cool and detached. “The mayor here was just telling us about your dream. Quite fascinating, really.” Emily felt her blood run cold. “What dream?” She managed to force herself out.

The mayor chuckled. “Oh, come now, Emily. There’s no need to play coy with us. We know all about your little nightmare. And we assure you, there’s no need to worry. Everything will be taken care of.” He took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Now, why don’t we get started with the competition?” Emily felt as if she were drowning, as if the world around her had shifted and she was the only one who couldn’t keep up. With a sense of dread weighing down her heart, she nodded mutely, allowing herself to be led into the pavilion. The curtains closed behind them, shutting out the light and plunging her into darkness.