Magic Mia Ch 06

Ethan sank into the couch, Vegas's night slashed through the blinds. Mia's long hours at Eden's Edge silenced the evenings, turning the apartment into a hollow shell. Images of her invaded his mind, tore at him, igniting an excitement he couldn't face. Hiding under mismatched socks, the engagement ring mocked him, a relic of the life he once saw for them.

The "accidents" had continued unabated since the incident with Rick. He'd watched Tony's unfold on the app days later. Mia assisting with Tony, his cock grazing her, then slipping past her tiny thong into her pussy, managing a full thrust before she shoved him off.

"Tony, cut it out!" she snapped, pushing against his chest.

He chuckled, hands up in lazy surrender. "My bad, it was an accident."

She adjusted her stance, barely missing a beat before refocusing on the session.

Jake had his first turn, mid-session his dick pushing into her from behind long enough for a deliberate thrust or two. She twisted free, breath sharp, brushing her hair from her face. "Jake! Watch it!" she said, the words firm. He muttered an apology with a smirk.

Each night she'd drag in late, skin flushed, voice steady. "Sorry I'm late. It was crazy, but don't worry, I handle myself," she declared with pride. Ethan would nod, his jaw tight, the words pressing against his teeth, something raw and restless straining to be spoken, but never finding its way out.

The accidents evolved into a habit, or a fringe benefit for the crew, just a part of Mia's "assistance". Her resistance faded as it became routine, going from a one-time incident to a regular part of her day. She knew Ethan may have seen many of the sessions unfold this way but ignored it, hoping to keep the peace. He ignored it to save his fragile fiction of a life together, unable to translate his mess of emotions into words even if he wanted to.

Some weeks later, Ethan performed the nightly ritual of deleting the app from his phone in a feeble attempt to delete it from his brain. The icon vanished. He exhaled sharply, grabbing a tissue to clean himself up, then tossed it to the side. His chest felt hollow. He pushed away from the desk, staring at nothing, waiting for the shame to fade.

The next evening, his phone buzzed. A text from Mia: "Busy day, home soon." His cue that his next hit of poison was waiting. He decided not to watch. His stomach tightened. He sat there, pretending he had a choice, pretending this time would be different. Within seconds, his hand was already moving, tapping through the motions before he could convince himself otherwise.

There was Mia in the dim suite with a new face, eager to join the Mia club. Dex, he'd learn later. A lean blond with smug confidence. He stepped in, ready for his client. Mia, who no longer bothered with the thong by this point, wrapped her hand around his cock, aiming it toward the client, another aged hag. Dex moved behind Mia. He looked at her ass, hungry, then pushed himself into her pussy. He didn't hesitate. Just started thrusting, once, twice, then on the third, his body locked up. A groan punched out of him, raw and primal, his hips pressing flush against her as he emptied his balls, flooding her with cum.

Mia twisted around slowly, shock flickering across her face before she shoved him off. Dex hit the floor awkwardly, catching himself on his hands. He blinked up at her, the smugness wiped clean.

"Dex," she breathed, her voice unsteady. "What did you do?"

The client just laughed, enjoying the show. "I guess this one's on me, girlie."

Mia didn't respond. She stood there for a moment, fingers twitching at her sides. Then she turned and hurried out, her steps quick and uneven.

Ethan sat motionless, the screen still glowing in front of him. He reached for a tissue, cleaning himself up with numb, automatic motions. His heart lay in pieces.

Mia returned home late, her face drawn, shoulders tense. She stood just inside the doorway, hesitating for a moment before shutting it behind her. She lingered there, not taking off her shoes, fingers twitching like she wasn't sure what to do with them.

"Something happened," she said finally, voice thin. "Dex... this new guy." The words tumbled out slow, careful, like she was afraid of how they'd land. "He went in me, and I know that's messed up... again, but," she swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep going, "he finished in me too." She glanced up, searching his face, then looked away just as quickly. "Celeste was furious. He was sent home. I swear I did not want this to escalate."

Ethan didn't move. His hands clenched into fists, breath coming hard and uneven. "I saw the feed, Mia." His voice came low, rough, barely holding together. "I saw the whole thing." He stood, and she flinched as if she already knew what was coming. "I saw him fuck you. I saw him cum." His chest heaved, his hands shaking. "I've seen them all fuck you."

Mia squeezed her eyes shut, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"It isn't like that, Ethan," she said, voice trembling. "Accidents happen. It's unintentional. I always tell them to stop." She wiped at her face with the sleeve of her hoodie. "Dex is inexperienced, and it went too far. I didn't," her breath hitched, "I didn't want this."

Ethan let out a harsh, bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair as he turned away. His pulse hammered in his skull.

"As if it's not bad enough you're handling their dicks," he spat, pacing the small living room. "They're fucking you. And now they're cumming in you? That's not an accident, Mia. You're letting them fuck you."

She shook her head furiously, her whole body trembling. "I'm not letting them," she whispered, voice breaking. "I don't want that."

"Then why does it keep happening?"

She opened her mouth, but no words came.

Ethan let out a sharp breath and turned for the door. She didn't try to stop him. He walked for hours, the city buzzing around him, neon lights reflecting in puddles along the strip. The night air bit at his skin, but his mind burned hotter. When he finally found himself back at the apartment, the lights were off. Mia was in the bedroom. He didn't check if she was asleep. He collapsed onto the couch and shut his eyes.

The next morning, he cornered her in the kitchen, his voice firm, stripped of anything soft. "Quit. Right now. Call Celeste and tell her you're not coming back."

Mia finally looked up at him, pain in her eyes. "You know we need the money," she said, setting down her coffee slowly. "You haven't had a steady client in ages. It's not an option unless you can start scraping together some work."

His jaw tightened. She was right. That didn't make it any easier to swallow.

She exhaled through her nose, rubbing at her temples. "I'm done with assisting the crew," she continued. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I hadn't done enough to stop it. But I already told Celeste no more."

For a second, his breath caught. A flicker of something dangerous. Hope. It clung to him, light and fragile, like a bandage over a wound too deep to heal.

For a few days, it almost felt real. Mia came home on time. No late nights, no excuses. Just texts about coffee runs, about the ridiculous outfits she helped Jess and Lola with. Ethan clung to it, as if holding too tightly wouldn't crush it in his hands. The dream of her in white, the ring on her finger, felt close enough to touch. Still, the recordings had their hooks in him. But he told himself it was different now. That wasn't his Mia in those videos. Just someone else wearing her skin. That's what he tried to believe.

Ethan sat on the couch, flipping mindlessly through memes on his phone when Mia walked in. Things were falling back into place. She set her purse down and lingered for a second before finally speaking.

"Celeste sat me down today."

Ethan glanced up, dread pooling in his stomach. "About what?"

She hesitated, then sat down, pressing her palms against her knees.

"Eden's Edge is struggling, Ethan," she said carefully. "The guys, Jake, Tony, Rick, aren't performing like they used to. A while ago, things were taking off. Word was spreading, big clients were coming in, high rollers. But... things have changed. People are saying they lost their edge."

His stomach turned. "And?"

Mia wet her lips, fingers tightening in her lap. "Celeste thinks it's me," she admitted. "Back when I was... helping the crew, they were at their best. Clients couldn't stop talking about them. Word spread fast." Her voice dropped slightly. "They've started calling me 'Magic Mia'. They say I have the touch, and they perform at their best because of it."

Ethan just stared. His pulse slowed, thick and heavy in his chest. "What are you saying?"

She took a breath. "The guys think so too. They want me to help get them ready. I won't be assisting anymore. Just... priming them."

Silence. Ethan blinked. His hands curled into fists. "Priming them how?"

Mia shifted slightly, glancing toward the floor. "Not like that," she said quickly. "It's not during the sessions. Just beforehand. Getting them in the right state so they can perform their best."

His head tilted. His jaw locked. "You mean fucking them before they fuck the clients." His voice was low, even.

Mia shrank back. "I told them I'd only do it if you were okay with it." She looked up at him, pleading. "I love you. I don't want to mess things up between us. But they're pushing hard, and Celeste is offering a raise. The money would really help."

A sharp, bitter tone seethed from him. "No," he said simply. "You're not touching them anymore, Mia." His voice softened with a desperate edge. "You're not their 'Magic Mia.' You're my Mia. My sweet, shy Mia." His eyes pointed to the floor "Or you were."

Her eyes widened slightly. "I still am, Ethan," she nodded, voice small. "Okay, You're right, things got out of hand." She turned away, red hair falling into her face. For a moment, it felt like closure.

The next evening, she walked in practically fizzing with excitement.

"Ethan! Celeste came up with a solution," she said, practically bouncing.

He turned to her, bracing for impact. "What are you talking about?"

"Condoms!" she said, beaming. "I'll use my body to prime the crew for clients, my magic touch, but no actual touching, like you said!"

Ethan's head spun. The words didn't register at first. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His stomach lurched. "That's just fucking," he choked out. "Condom or not."

"It's not... that, Ethan. There's no contact!" She stepped closer, voice rising with urgency. "They need me! Eden's Edge was starting to make a name for itself, and it was because of me. They're giving me a raise, this will really help us! You said no touching, you should be happy!"

He laughed, a harsh, empty sound that ricocheted off the walls. "You think that makes a difference?"

Her face crumpled. "I'm trying here, Ethan," she whispered, soft and worn. "I'm exhausted, stressed, and this job's all we've got. They're begging me, I don't know what else to do."

"Then quit," he snapped, voice shaking with fury and fatigue.

She froze, breath catching. Then, slowly, she slumped onto the couch, hands covering her face. "I can't quit," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need the money. You're not bringing in enough, and we're just starting to get our heads above water. I thought you'd see what I'm trying to do for us."

Ethan didn't fight back. The fight in him had burned out, ground to ash by Eden's Edge as it dragged his Mia into depravity.

She said matter-of-factly, "I'm doing it."

The apartment was quiet. Ethan sat at his desk, staring at the screen, hands moving on autopilot. Work had picked up lately; his newfound focus was starting to pay off. It had been over a week since he last looked at the security app. Mia's new role was securely locked in a sealed room deep in his mind, desperately held at bay as he ignored the scratching at the walls.

The apartment door clicked open, then shut.

"Busy day," Mia sighed. "I'm beat."

She moved toward him, sinking down on the side of his desk. Her knee brushed against his arm. Ethan's grip on the mouse tightened. His eyes stayed on the screen. Mia leaned in slightly.

"How's the vape store logo coming?"

He didn't answer.

"Ethan?" she pressed.

"It's fine," he muttered.

She lingered for a second, then pushed herself up and walked to the bathroom.

The water hissed to life. His hands twitched. The longer he stayed away, the more his thoughts filled in the gaps. He opened the App Store. The familiar icon downloading again. The loading screen spun for a heartbeat before he swiped it away, uninstalling it just as fast, heart hammering. He tossed the phone onto the couch, then dragged a hand down his face, slow and heavy. But the dam was cracking. The thoughts seeped through.

Mia in that dim room, standing in front of Jake. Her soft hands rolling a condom over his thick cock, slow and deliberate, priming him for a client. Jake grinning as he slid into her, the latex slick with her juices, fucking her deep and hard. Ethan's hand was already freeing his erection. The shower still ran, drowning out the sound of his ragged breaths. His mind blanked. The only thoughts left were how to live with this. And what comes next.