Round 17

[b]*Round Seventeen*[/b]

Andie appeared on a large wooden porch. It appeared to be straight out of a movie set in the 18th or 19th century in the south. Andie could see a tobacco plantation stretched as far as his eye could see. The porch was wooden and incredibly sturdy. It had simple wicker and wood furniture including a rocking chair along it. The door to the residence was a white screen door. Andie couldn't see much on the inside. There was a stark white handrail that ran along the length of the porch and whit columns that rose to the tall ceiling. Andie continued to look around as he heard footsteps on the inside. The footsteps were coming towards him.

The screen door opened with a squeak and standing there, staring holes into Andie, was Mr. Johnson. He wore and old styled dark blue suit with a black bolo tie. He wore a black cowboy hat and swirled a globular glass of whisky. The spurs on his boots jingled as he stepped onto the porch, never taking his gaze off of Andie. Mr. Johnson appeared to be around forty, he had a strong build and a tall frame. His eyes and skin were both dark brown. He was very muscular and had a five o'clock shadow.

His voice was deep and smooth. He spoke with a warm and inviting tone as he walked up next to Andie, "Welcome home baby." He leaned in and gave Andie a slight peck on his forehead. Andie stood frozen, not really sure what to do. Mr. Johnson smiled as he swirled his drink. He backed into the rocking chair and sat down softly. The chair creaked as he began to rock, sipping his alcohol; his eyes never leaving Andie.

Mr. Johnson continued to rock as he asked in a stern voice, "You gon' get to cleanin' or not? Y'all don't want to dissapoint yo' man now do yah?" Andie was disgusted by Mr. Johnson's presumptions. He certainly didn't want, 'A man.'

S.A.M. appeared and started, "The contestant will have one hour to clean the entire house. Mr. Johnson will be the judge once one hour has elapsed."

Cleaning supplies of all varieties appeared around Andie.

"Begin."

Andie grabbed a broom and dustpan. He didn't know the state the house was in, but figured he would start with sweeping. He ran inside and was immediately hit with a musty, rotten stench. The house was filthy and looked much smaller on the inside. Andie walked through the hallway which was littered with piles of clothes and various garbage. It was slightly damp and the cheaply carpeted, stained floor squeaked as Andie walked. The walls were covered in outdated, floral wallpaper that was chipped and faded. The hallway was dimly lit as Andie continued to explore, stepping on and over debris. He went from room to room and found the rest of the house was in a similar state. The bathroom in particular was disgusting. Whoever lived here didn't care much for cleanliness as this sort of degeneration takes a long while to accomplish. Andie would be ashamed to live in a place like this. He put his hands on his flared hips as he looked around, there was no way he could clean this place in under an hour. But he would try his best.

He began by pulling on latex gloves and shoveling piles of trash from the hallways into one big pile. He tried his best not to breath in as he uncovered stiff pairs of socks and moldy plates of food. Andie opened a dingy window in the living room area to try and clear out the stench. He started to bag the pile of waste in trash bags. He filled almost ten large bags before finally tying the last one off. He threw the bags into a pile on the wooden deck in the back of the house. The deck was covered in tree droppings and pine needles.

Andie pushed on even though he knew he didn't have enough time. Maybe his effort would be enough? He plugged a vacuum into an outlet in the living room and started to vacuum around the fixtures. When he finished, he had to admit that things were starting to look a bit better. He entered the master bedroom which was completely filled with piles of clothes and various trash. There were posters of naked women on the wall and the room reeked of sex and pot. Andie could see a needle on a side table near the bed. He elected to just close the door and move on.

In his last few minutes Andie frantically wiped down surfaces. Most had layers of dust and grime. Andie was sweating as he heard the buzzer and stopped what he was doing. He looked around the living room, it was still a travesty but less so. He let out a sigh and walked towards the entrance with his shoulders slumped. As he neared, the door opened with a creak and Mr. Johnson stepped inside, his spurs jingled and his footsteps were heavy. He eyed Andie as he walked towards him through the dimly lit hall. His footsteps left dirt where Andie had just vacuumed. Mr. Johnson walked past Andie and into the living room. He then examined the filthy kitchen, which Andie hadn't been able to touch and the bathroom which he also hadn't touched.

Mr. Johnson didn't walk to the bedroom at all, he just folded his arms and stared at Andie with a look of disappointment.

"You happy with that performance?" His voice had lost its smoothness and was rather harsh. "You worthless bitch, good for nothing but being ugly!"

"Hey fuck you, pal, I'm nobody's bitch!" Andie yelled through his thick lips. He stared defiantly at Mr. Johnson who was bigger than he was.

Mr. Johnson smiled as he spat, "You gonna wish you was my bitch soon enough. But for now, ima make you more to my liking." He looked into the ceiling, "Doc you got that special patient on hold for my girl here? The first one we discussed."

Doctor Grungot's voice sounded, "Uh yeah let me just check for it...yeah I've got that individual here. Avery Miller. Let me just...okay here she is now."

Mr. Johnson gave a devilish grin as a projection of a haggard looking woman appeared. She had a frazzled mess of blonde hair that framed a bony, wrinkled face. She had sores around her mouth and several teeth missing. She took a long drag off a cigarette before speaking in a gravelly voice, "Yeah what'cha want?"

"Good evening ma'am, this is Doctor Harold Grungot, do you remember contacting me about your psychological problems you wanted to fix?"

"Avery released a cloud of smoke through her nose as she thought. She seemed to remember before saying, "Oh yeah, I told you I never felt motivated to do anything. You told me it would cost more than I could ever scrape together though."

"Well it's your lucky day, Ms. Miller. I'm willing to offer 'motivation' for free if you are still willing to accept.

"Honey as long as your 'motivation' doesn't get me addicted to another drug i'm all yours."

"The only drug to get addicted to is life my dear lady."

Andie felt a tingle in his head. He could feel himself taking on some incredibly negative traits as his energy and positivity was circling the drain. He dropped the rag and squirt bottle he was carrying onto the floor and watched as soapy water poured onto the stained carpet. He looked around the room and didn't feel disgusted by it anymore. it was just whatever.

Avery's eyes opened wide as she felt new thoughts and feeling surge inside of her. She looked around whatever room she was in and gave a disgusted look as she said, "Damn this place is a pig sty. But I feel so fucking good. I think i'm going to go get a job. AFTER I clean this place up, of course. Thanks Doc, you're a goddamn miracle worker."

Avery disappeared as Andie continued to look around the room, wondering why he felt perfectly at home in the filth. Mr. Johnson sauntered over to Andie with a jingle of his spurs. He put his arm around Andie's tiny waist and rested it on his wide hip. Andie felt very uncomfortable with Mr. Johnson but let him continue. As the room began to disappear, Mr. Johnson bent down and hissed into Andie's ear, "And don't you ever talk back to me again. You gon' be my bitch, and bitches do what they told. Or else." Mr. Johnson disappeared and Andie was left trembling in the swirling darkness.

NAME: Andie Larri JOHANNSON

HEIGHT: 5"10

WEIGHT: 190 LBS

AGE: 20

HAIR: Just shy of shoulder length, straight and brown in a loose style.

VOICE: Youthful but somewhat DEEP AND BOOMING.

FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.

EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, INTENSE STARE, SHORT EYELASHES

FACIAL FEATURES: STRONG MANLY JAW, LARGE EARS, WIDE NOSE, HEAVY BROW, THICK NECK WITH PROMINENT ADAMS APPLE, Thick protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD

BUILD: HUGE MUSCLED ARMS AND LEGS; BROAD SHOULDERS, STRONG BACK; COVERED IN THICK BLACK HAIR; FLAT BUT MUSCULAR ASS; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach.

CHEST: FLAT, MUSCLED PECS COVERED IN THICK BLACK HAIR; Large and veinous feiminine nipples.

EXTREMITIES: LARGE CALLOUSED HANDS, HAIRY THIRTEEN INCH FEET, SHORT DIRTY NAILS

GENITALS: THICK, HAIRY PENIS. TEN INCHES IN LENGTH WHEN ERECT, FOUR INCHES WHILE FLACCID. BULBOUS BALLS WITH LOW HANGING SACK

TATTOOS: NONE

PIERCINGS: NONE

OUTFIT: BLACK AND BLUE SKIN TIGHT SUIT. Short sleeves that leave the forearm and elbow exposed. Shorts that leave the entire lower leg exposed. A medium 'V' in the neck area exposes part of the chest and a triangle on the stomach expose skin beneath. TIGHT IN THE CROTCH AREA SHOWING MANLY BULGE. Shiny solid BLACK ATHLETIC SHOES. A small cumstain is evident on the left leg.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is not attracted to either sex, feels no sexual attraction. PREFERS TO BE DOMINENT IN SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS

PERSONALITY: DOMINANT, CONFIDENT, LEADER, WILLING TO TAKE CHANCES, STRONG-WILLED, PASSIONATE, Lazy, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, INNOVATIVE.

FAVORITE COLOR: SOLID DARK BROWN

EXPERTISE: CONSTRUCTION, HANDY MAN WORK, Taking care of small children, PLAYBOY MODEL CUP SIZES, MUSCLE CAR HISTORY, Sucking dick