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On top of the table centered in the Taskmaster living room was the iconic white twice-folded sheet of paper sealed in red wax. The door opens and Joanne McNally slowly peers into the room.

“Ah, hello, Alex,” she greets Alex with a warm smile. Alex was standing at the opposite side of the room and behind the center table. He held a clipboard across his chest and a pen in his right hand. There was a thick white line of tape across the length of the room on the floor in front of his feet.

“Hello, Joanne.”

He blinks three times and stares at Joanne as she enters the room and closes the door behind her. She turns to acknowledge Alex, and he presses his lips together tightly. She notices the task on the table as there are no other words exchanged between them. He is eyeing her quietly, and she returns the gesture. Joanne could not bear the outstretching silence and rushed to the table.

“Right.”

Alex quickly took a step back and cleared his throat. She gave him a confused look and slowly grabbed the paper from the table.

“Alright. No need to panic. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

She licks her top lip and bounces her eyebrows at Alex. He scratches the back of his neck with his pen. Joanne unfolds the paper, breaking the wax seal and eyeing the text on the task card. She is puzzled and lets out a snicker.

“This is the task? Are you serious?”

Alex raises his eyebrows and checks his clipboard.

“Yep.” Like Alex, a short response.

Joanne looks at the paper once more and puts her hands on her hips.

“Are you quite sure this should be done? But how?”

“All the information is on the task.”

She chuckles incredulously and asks, “What would your wife say?”

“’Well done,’ I presume.”

She looks at him with her mouth agape.

“Could you please read—”

“Erm, yes.” In one quick breath she read out, “‘Make Alex come. Fastest time wins. Your time starts now’.”

Alex’s eyeballs rolled the equivalent of vertical loops in the entirety of a Six Flags theme park. Then he checked his clipboard in panic.

“I’m sorry. Come again?”

Joanne folded the paper and set it down on the table. No matter how ridiculous the task is, one shall commit wholeheartedly. That’s how the game is played, isn’t it? She put both palms down on the tabletop and stared into Alex’s widened eyes.

“But you haven’t even come once yet. You want it more than once, you naughty boy.”

Alex clutched his clipboard to his chest as she stared at him with such ferocity. He winced.

“So, what shall we do? Here. Have a seat on the couch and let’s have a chat.”

She motions for Alex to sit on the couch near the door. He takes a deep breath from his nose and shuffles along the taped white line on the floor, still staying behind the table as far away from Joanne as possible. He sits squarely on the couch and places his clipboard firmly across his thighs to hide any spontaneous movements from the crotch region that he undoubtedly began feeling. She crosses and sits down next to him.

“You know what today is, don’t you?”

Alex looks at his wristwatch. “Friday.”

“Yes, and…” Joanne slithers closer to Alex. They are so close that each can feel the others’ body heat. He wants to pull away, but he feels dangerously drawn to her presence. She leans in so that her mouth is nearly touching his left ear.

“Valentine’s Day,” she whispers, her warm lips lightly brushing the skin of his ear lobes.

“Ah, yes. I see,” Alex replies and ever so slightly leans away from her to his right.

Commit. Must commit. Joanne is deciding whether she should press on or not. Alex is acting standoffish, yet that is his typical MO. No, he’s playing hard to get. It is the bit, isn’t it?

She leans back to almost cross her legs and then kicks the clipboard off his thighs.

“Unbutton your trousers,” she orders firmly.

Alex lets out a tiny yelp. “I must comply with the contestants, no matter how outlandish the task,” he reminds himself as he slowly begins unbuttoning his trousers.

“Make Alex come…” Joanne muses as she thoughtfully looks up at the ceiling.

“There’s no other way to put this. I’m sorry, Alex. But you’re going to have to let the ferret loose.”

After a beat, Alex is unzipping his trousers now and slowly turns to face Joanne.

“Yes, Alex? What you want?” Joanne asks as she rests her right elbow on the back of the couch. She smirks at him. Ever since a previous task when Joanne sat on Alex’s lap to cause tension, there had been sexual chemistry between them whenever they filmed a task together. Now, if this was some sort of ruse for her to finally have a go at him, he wasn’t sure. But there was a small part of him that wanted her to carry on the task. Something about being enclosed in a small space together was intoxicating, yet they could not act on their desires for several reasons.

“Clock is ticking, Joanne.” Alex swallowed hard.

“Is it now?” she asks and takes Alex’s wrist to check the time. She positioned herself onto the floor between his legs.

“Did you know that my nickname at university was ‘Bang and Smash’?”

Alex furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head in confusion.

“I’m sorry. Don’t you mean bangers and ma—”

She had pulled his semi-erect cock out of his underpants and licked the underside. Alex gasps.

She then wrapped her mouth around him, welcoming inch by increasing inch. Within a minute he was fully erect. She sucked in her cheeks as she went up and hummed into him. He softly moans and his arms drop limply on either side of his hips. She runs her tongue up the length of his cock a few times and proceeds to deep throat him in fast, controlled motions. Alex needed her warm, wet hole to release the pressure of this pent-up tension. The long overdue tingle within him was creeping up.

“Oh, dear. I think I’m going to—”

Joanne increases her pace, and Alex bucks his hips into her face. A loud guttural moan escapes his throat as Joanne swallows the warm load shot deep into her.

She wipes the corners of her mouth and grabs his wrist once more to inspect the time.

“Three minutes, fifty-one seconds,” she sighs proudly. “Let’s see who beats that.”

Alex, with his head still craned back and breath heaving, puts himself back in his pants and zips them back up.

“Joanne?”

“Yes, Alex?”

“Could you read the task again, please?”

She stands up to retrieve the task card from the table.

“Make Alex come… TO YOU?! Fastest time wins.”

Alex sighs. As she puts her arms down to her sides, she looks over at the white line on the floor behind the table. The realization sets in as she replays in her mind the distance between herself and Alex as he was standing so stiffly on the other side of the line before she picked up the cursed task card. Joanne had a penchant for misreading the task cards at times, but this was next level. Epic and mind-blowing, if you ask Alex, probably.

“Oh, fu—. Did I read that wrong? Alex—”

“Thank you, Joanne.”

THE END