Ethan woke to Mia's soft humming drifting through the apartment, a faint tune weaving through the stillness. Morning light filtered through the blinds, casting uneven shadows across the room. He lay there, sheets twisted around his legs, listening as the quiet moment began to fray. Her excuses from recent weeks gnawed at him, tugging him back to the past. He pictured her old self, shy, giggling over burnt coffee in their cramped kitchen. Now, the stranger who shared Mia's face carried a bold confidence honed at Eden's Edge. Her shrinking outfits, once modest, were down to a thong and a tiny top straining against her massive breasts.
That first "accident" he'd seen on the feed stuck with him. Her promise to be more careful rang hollow now. It had started with Jake's dick dragging across her lips, an accident she swore she'd avoid. Ethan had bought it then, but these days, he checked the feed nightly. It turned into an addiction he couldn't shake. Tonight, his gut clenched as he reached for his phone and tapped the icon.
The screen lit up. Mia knelt near Jake in that cluttered room. It happened again. Jake's hard-on jerked forward, brushing her lips. She flinched, glared up at him and pulled back.
"Seriously, knock it off."
Ethan watched, his image of her chipping away as the scene unfolded. He tapped the feed again, breath tight. Jake slid past her lips, just the tip grazing in. She froze, eyes narrowing, then yanked her head back, wiping her mouth.
"Cut it out, Jake," she snapped, her voice sharper but her movements slower.
Ethan kept scrolling, night after night. The pile of damning recordings grew. He opened one, hands shaky, and watched. Jake's dick pressed past her lips. She stiffened, shot him a look, then pulled back.
"I said stop," she snapped, wiping her face with a towel.
Another night played out. Jake slid in further. Her reaction came slower this time, then she jerked back, scowling.
"Enough already," she said sternly, a hint of flirtation breaking through.
It became a pattern. Ethan tapped the icon, bracing himself. Jake's cock slipped into her mouth. She knelt there, letting it linger for a thrust or two before pulling away. Her "Knock it off" sounded more playful than fierce, her resistance fading with each new video.
Then it built to a breaking point. He hesitated, knowing what he was in for, but pressed play anyway. Mia knelt, massaging Jake's thighs as he loomed over her. His dick pushed past her lips, filling her mouth. She didn't move right away, eyes flicking up with a glare. He thrust once, then again. She gagged hard as he tensed, groaned, and released a flood of cum that filled her mouth. She yanked back, spitting it onto the floor as the rest spurted onto her face. She scrambled up, eyes wild.
"Jake, what the hell?" she choked, wiping her face with her towel.
He laughed. "My bad, hazard of the job, I guess."
She stood there for a second, muttering, "That's not funny," then grabbed her water bottle and stormed off. Ethan dropped the phone, staring at the wall, pulse hammering in his chest.
She rolled in later that evening, eyes dodging his. He stood quickly, fire in his eyes, but she spoke before he could.
"It was an accident," she said, words tumbling fast. "He slipped, and it just happened. I spit it out."
Ethan's chest tightened, the image burning clearer than ever. "No more massages, Mia," he said, voice tense and slow, tears and rage choking him as he faced her in the dim living room.
She froze, nodding slightly. "Okay, I'll talk to Celeste, see how else I can help out. I get it, that was messed up. He got a talking to."
Relief flickered in him, thin but real.
It didn't last. Her next shift, a text buzzing his phone as he slumped on the couch. "Short-staffed, helping out a bit. Love you!" The words sank into him like stones. He paced the worn carpet for an hour, fighting the urge to check the feed until dread won out. Thumb hovering, he tapped the icon and pressed play.
Mia appeared, hair in a messy knot, swaying as she moved. Jake stood naked, smirking, beside a wiry woman in her forties sprawled on a velvet chaise, legs wide. Mia was assisting. She gripped Jake's cock, guiding it into the woman's pussy, her grip firm, casual as if she was sorting mail. Ethan's jaw locked, teeth aching as he watched.
He scrolled forward, lungs burning with shallow breaths. Another clip loaded. Mia with Tony now, her hand on his shaft, steering it into a different client. Her bare chest grazed the woman's thigh as she lined him up. She let go, stepping back, no trace of shyness left with her exposed breasts or the fucking unfolding in front of her. Ethan didn't know this woman anymore. His chest burned. No massages, sure, but this wasn't the desk work he'd pictured.
Another recording started. Mia in her thong, tits out in full force, nipples hardened, standing with Jake, Rick, and a middle-aged client grinning on the chaise, ready for a wild ride. Mia knelt near Jake, guiding his cock into the woman's pussy, slow and deliberate. Then Rick, her hand pushing him into the client's asshole with a wet plop. She stayed ready to assist when they popped out.
Jake chuckled, "A little help here?"
