It was a bleak day in downtown Chicago as Blaine looks out of the dirty window of his microscopic studio apartment. He had feverishly cleaned the modest window, but the smothering pollution had etched it’s way into the glass from the outside. His vision has adapted to the pale yellow tinge that the window provides. He checks his sleek smart watch, being reminded that he was using the free model provided by the worlds largest retailer, watching a 30 second video before he could check the date and time.
7:00am: 11/26/2199- Chicago Time
Bank Account Status: -1000cr
Blaine looks at the information on the bright display and sighs at his over drafted bank account, switching the dial around to check his message, seeing an unopened email from a well know TV production company.
“Dear Mr.Thompson, we are excited to invite you to a casting search for our newest, cutting edge game show that we predict will be a viral revolution unlike any game show in the past. We look forward to meeting you in person soon.”
Blaine squints as he re reads the email multiple times, remembering that he had shared his personal information file with the company months ago. He opens the attached instructions and begins to ponder what the new show could be about. Based on his current situation, he told himself no matter what he was asked to do, he had to go through with it.
He sees that the casting call is that day, and across town, prompting him to shower, shave, and pull on a sleek synthetic fabric jump suit, his best suit for blocking the harsh sun, and stinging acid rain that Chicago had been stricken with over the last 50 or so years. He leaves the safety of his pressure sealed apartment, pulling on his compact facemask/headphone combo that he had bought from a shady figure on his corner, a poor knock off of the popular brand sold in stores.
Blaine arrives at the production company and is funneled into a modern, steel appointed waiting room, looking around to see a group of young people that looked like separate representatives of each demographic in the city. Blaine locks eyes with a sexy little red head that had sat down directly in front of him. His eyes start at her bright baby blue satin boots, running up her calfs with thick blue ribbon, tying in neat little bows right above her knees. Blaine momentarily forgets where he is, and what is on the line for him today. The girl notices Blaines glare as she bites her lower lip and slightly separates her knees, giving her admirer a peak up her pleated black skirt, revealing a tiny swatch of baby blue fabric, guarding her smoothly shave slit. She closes her pale legs, shooting Blaine a devilish smile.
The room quickly fills up with hopeful contestants as the producers assign numbers to the sorted lot. Blaine finds himself paired off with his mysterious crush, sent to the front of the line, ready to be checked in to the unannounced contest. “Ready for this?” Blaine squeaks out as he immediately realizes that those were the first words to stretch his vocal chords today and he sounded like an awkward 14 year old. Blaine clears his throat and smiles at his moment of vulnerability. “I think so, it was this or sucking old men off in an alley… So I am hoping this is at least better than that.” Blaine could not help but picture the sultry red head on her knees, taking his hard shaft into her wet warm mouth in the shadows of a deserted alleyway. He snaps out if his adolescent daydream when he feels a firm tap on his shoulder. “Mr. Thompson, you will be a hunter, please go to the arena to prepare.”
He sees a set of stainless steel double doors with a backlit LED sign that reads “the arena”. He shrugs at his new friend as they are separated for now. He finds a nicely decorated locker room in front of him, flashing advertisements surround him as he recognizes each one from the networks other popular shows. Reminding him that he was a part of a valuable endeavor.
Blaine finds his locker, his name lit up in bright red 80’s block lettering on a curved LED display above the perforated steel locker door. Inside was a blue jumpsuit, with his name stitched across the back. It made it all real seeing his name on the suit, he did not know what he would be doing, but he knew it was a serious endeavor to go through all this trouble. Blaine shimmies out of his black junpsuit, folding it neatly at the bottom of his locker before pulling out the new suit. Blaine pauses before stepping into the fitted game suit, adjusting his thick 7″ cock to one side, thinking there was a decent chance it was going to be slightly visible in the tight fitting suit. “Got to be camera ready” he thinks as he finishes dressing, emerging from the locker room looking a little taller, and a lot more intimidating than he entered.
He would be a hunter, but what would his prey be? What’s the end game? At this point he was a little confused, but the suit filled him with a sense of confidence even if he had no idea what he was confident in. He walked down a dark hallway with emergency lights dotting the ceiling ever 5 or so feet. He hears the dull roar of a feverish crowd that he was closing in on. Blaine pauses when he reaches a set of heavy wooden doors, looking like a portal to another era, the dark wood set against the smooth stainless hallway. Blaine swallows his anxiety and opens booths doors inward, walking into a massive area, fenced in by 30 foot walls and 40,0000 screaming fans.
He is met by a traditional looking referee, seemingly plucked out of a football game. He is handed a slim wrist mounted computer with a curved display, perfectly conforming to his forearm. “There is a blue dot on the map and a pink dot. “You are the blue dot and your prey is the pink dot. You must capture the pink dot before she is able to escape the arena” Blaine nods, realizing that he did say “she” then Picturing his red headed vixen running away from his advances, he asks the referee;
“What do I do when I catch her?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a190ph/the_hunter_and_the_hunted_part_1
… part 2?