Flesh Factor

PIW Massacre
Dec. 14, 2002

As we returned to Team EGO's private locker room, Trey Vincent and Sean Studd stood before three lovely ladies, who were all seated on steel folding chairs. Studd and Vincent stood near the keg.

"Man, I hope there are still some viewers after that match. Oh are we on? Ladies, welcome to Team EGO's Flesh Factor. The newest craze in reality TV," Vincent said with a chuckle.

"We are your hosts for the evening, The Studdster, the Studd-Man, the Amazon of Athleticism, the Eptiome of Entertainment, the Lover of Ladies..."

Vincent looked at his watch and sighed.

"The Innovator of Intelligence, the Studdly One, The Meaning of Man, the Definition of Devastation."

"And of course, the Franchise Player, the Sports Entertainment Icon. Together, we are the reason your girlfriend has a headache and the reason your wife wants a divorce. We are Team EGO. The greatest tag team that ever existed on the planet. We don't need no friends. We don't need any allies. It's EGO vs. the World. And tonight, Team EGO is going to lay down and let the world win one."

"And you ladies will be playing the part of the world tonight," Studd said with a *wink*.

"But before we get to that," Vincent said before pausing to take a swig of beer. And belch. "We're going to play a little game. Flesh Factor. Now ladies, these are the rules. So listen up closely."

The ladies stared at them and nodded in agreement.

"You will be asked a question. If you get it wrong, you must remove an article of clothing. If you get it right, you get to have a cup of beer, but you only have 20 seconds to finish it, or you will have to remove an article of clothing."

"Sounds fair," Studd said before finishing off another cup of beer as if it were nothing more than a cup of water.

"OK. First question." Vincent walked over in front of a brunette wearing a tight purple dress so his crotch was at her eye level. She was about 5-5, very thin and a decent rack. "Hey, look at my eyes, babe. I'm a person! If there are 6 apples and you take away 4, how many do you have," Vincent asked the first girl.

"Umm....2!"

"Ehhhhh, wrong," Studd said. "I'm sorry babe, but speaking of taking things, you're gonna have to take that dress off."

There was a tremendous pop from the crowd watching the game show on the InsaneTron. Studd and Vincent smiled as the brunette stood up, grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head.

"Had some practice with that I see," Studd said. "Maybe we can do an instant replay later on?"

She smiled seductively at Studd before retaking her seat, dressed now only in black bra and panties.

"The correct answer was 4. 4. Next." Vincent stepped to his right and looked down at the middle woman, a brunette. This one was a bit taller, probably about 5-10, but had that sexy Latin look about her. Vincent paused, just to eye her for a bit, mainly the way her breasts were ready to pop out of her green dress. "How much dirt is there in a hole 3 feet deep, 6 feet long and 4 feet wide?"

"OH GOD. Math? Umm..." She began to pound the keys of an invisible calculator. Trey moved closer to her and she accidentally touched his crotch. "Oops."

"It's OK darling. You can use my crotch as a calculator any time you want."

"I'll say...72 feet of dirt!"

"Did you say 72?"

She smiled widely and bounced excitedly in her chair.

"WRONG!" Studd announced. "Actually, how can a hole have any dirt in it? And speaking of filling holes..."

"Back off Studd, this one's mine!" Vincent said as the brunette unzipped her dress and let it fall to her feet. Yes, she had on green bra and panties. Trey got down on a knee.

"NO TREY! This isn't The Bachelor!"

The crowd erupted in laughter as Studd saved Vincent from making a very stupid proposal.

"FUCK! OK." Vincent stood up as the second girl took her seat again. He stepped to his right for the third contestant. Your typical blonde, but this girl could've passed off as a porno star. That obviously didn't get by Vincent, who stared down at her smiling lips, mesmerized. And her long legs in that blue dress. Mmmm mmmmm.

"What do you sit on, sleep on and brush your teeth with?"

"Hmm." She thought about the question for a moment. "If I win the contest, the answer is you," she said with a devilish grin.

Vincent consulted his card. "I'm gonna have to check with the judge on that one."

Studd and Vincent huddled up.

"OK Studd, you can have the first brunette and I'll take the last two chicks."

"No way Trey. Look at her."

"But I asked the question. And she wants me so bad. And the girl in green. Come on."

"Ehh."

"Come on."

"Ehh."

"Come on."

"Ehh."

"Come on."

The first brunette (the one in the black bra) entered the huddle and ran her long fingernails up and down Studd's well defined chest and abdomen. "I can do more for you than those two girls put together," she said, winking at Studd and licking her lips.

Vincent smiled. "And the blonde girl wins. Now. The catch is, you have to drink an entire cup of beer within 20 seconds."

"Beer? But that makes me so horny," the blonde said pouting.

"Sorry, those are the rules," Vincent said shrugging.

After handing her a cup of beer, Vincent stood back and watched the girl in the green panties walk closer to the blonde. In the background, Studd and the first brunette were moaning off-camera. Vincent was too busy watching the two hot girls. One of them with a beer. So sexy.

Suddenly, Studd yelled out: "Ladies, our EGO-mobile awaits. Let's get out of here."

The blonde dropped the cup. "Crap!"

"Sorry darling. You can keep on the dress...for now...get dressed....but don't get used to it," Vincent told his ladies as Studd chased the brunette out the door. She still hadn't put her dress back on.

Vincent could only smile. "That is one entertaining young man." The girls, both now dressed, each took one of Vincent's arms. "And tonight, ratings are going to go through the roof."

Vincent, with his two escorts, left the room.

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