You get a call for a cheerleader party gig. They're having it at a swimming pool/clubhouse, and they've already gotten a bunch of guys to come to the party, either willingly or as prisoners, but they are intrigued by the idea of having a guy who says he can't be digested there. All the cheerleaders are excellent at speed digestion, since it's the only way a girl can make it on the team these days with rare exceptions (those perfect figures come at a price!), and they're going to love to compete to see if any of them can digest you. No digestion aids, just the girl's stomachs.
You get $250 flat rate for the party, plus $50 for every girl that fails to digest you by the end of the evening.
You figure there's about a dozen girls, so if you survive, you should be rich! But...these girls sound like experts, and you know they are not going to let you out if you do start to digest.
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