Ethan had made an uneasy peace with Mia's job as the months passed. The wedding loomed ahead, and the costs kept piling up. He combed over the growing list of expenses: venue deposit, catering quotes, that dress she'd been eyeing, trying to figure out how they were going to pull this off. Mia's job was helping, but the wedding costs stretched their finances right as it looked like they might catch up. The pressure was a constant strain on his fragile mental state.
He buried himself in freelance gigs, fretting over minor details in front of his computer screen for peanuts, designing logos for dive bars and hole-in-the-wall vape shops. Each job was a small victory, both for their finances and his flailing sense of masculinity.
Wedding plans became his lifeline. As long as he filled his days with work, wedding plans, and haggling with vendors, the reality of Mia's shifts at Eden's Edge couldn't seep into his thoughts.
Nights were another story. He'd watch the feed as she primed the crew in that back room. Her body convulsed with each climax as her touch worked its "magic" on them. It was his only sexual connection to her now, a twisted lifeline he clung to despite the fact that it tore him up inside. The celibacy pact he'd hoped would save their relationship had become his prison. He'd try to make a move occasionally, running his hands down her hips or kissing her a bit too long. She'd swat him away with a playful laugh. "Not till the wedding, Ethan, remember?" Her words stung, his own desperate plan to pull her back from Eden's Edge only made it worse.
She'd stumble in late nearly every night, looking exhausted. The app showed the other side of her. Her days were filled with earth-shaking orgasms as she prepped the crew, but she'd still look him in the eye and swear it wasn't sex, or anything inappropriate.
He'd lie awake beside her, staring at the ceiling with her recorded moans from hours earlier playing in his head on loop. Sleep didn't come easy these days.
One Friday night, he lay sprawled out on the couch, sketching table layouts on his notepad when the door creaked open. Mia stepped inside slowly and cautiously, hours earlier than she usually got home. She didn't look Ethan directly in the eyes, and her hands twisted together nervously. She crossed the room tentatively and sank onto the couch beside him.
"Ethan, I need to talk to you, but can you promise you won't freak out?" she said, her voice low and trembling.
Ethan tried to put on a brave face but he recognized this song and dance. "Uhh, I don't know, what's going on?" he said cautiously.
Mia picked at a loose thread on her sleeve, avoiding his eyes. "It's about Jess. And a big client she had lined up."
Ethan's stomach twisted, a knot forming deep in his gut. Jess, Mia's college friend who was "in the business." The one who'd dragged her into this mess at Eden's Edge. The same Jess Mia swore she'd never turn into. He tossed the notepad onto the coffee table, the pencil rolling off with a faint clatter. He gave a curt nod. "What happened?"
She paused a beat too long and drew a shaky breath before speaking. "Jess had a VIP booked. It was big money, thousands. This guy just likes to watch apparently. It was supposed to be a private show with her and two guys. But yesterday, her grandmother had a stroke and she had to fly home on a red-eye." She studied his expression before continuing. "She was wrecked, Ethan. She called me crying and begged me to cover for her just this one time, just for the private show. She said the payout would easily cover our wedding fund shortfall. I just couldn't let Jess down."
Her words landed like a slow, freezing wave, pulling him under. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the fridge's hum. He swallowed hard, the implication sinking in. "Cover for her?" His voice came out rough, cracked. "What does that mean, Mia?"
She shrank back hunching her shoulders as her eyes dropped to the floor. "I did it," she said, so quiet he almost missed it.
Time stretched those seconds into an eternity.
"I did my prep stuff for the crew in the back," she continued, still not looking up. "Then we did the show for this guy. But it was a one-time thing. I knew you'd hate it, but Jess needed help." She closed her eyes, taking a breath to steady herself. "And the money covers the rest of the wedding. It was for us, Ethan. Please don't be upset, okay?"
He stared at her, hands trembling in his lap. "You put on a show?" The words tore out of him, sharp and jagged. "I don't understand, Mia. What the fuck do you mean?"
She fidgeted, picking at her nails now. "Well," she said, voice shaky, "it's not all that different from regular prep duties. Except... no condoms."
His head felt like it might explode, his face turned red-hot. "You fucked them, Mia? For real fucked them? Raw?"
Her head snapped up, eyes locking onto his with a defensive glare. "I told you, it was just a show!" She softened, her voice dropping again. "Yeah, I mean, part of it was no condoms, but it's not so different from my normal duties. It's not like what Jess does. The guy didn't touch me, I didn't touch him. He only watched." She searched his face, desperation creeping in. "It was one time, for Jess. And to help with the wedding. I'm done, Ethan. I promise."
The air felt suffocating. No client contact, sure, but she'd still been fucked raw by two guys for some rich bastard's entertainment. Ethan leaned forward with an ice cold stare, elbows digging into his knees. "How long?" he said slowly and deliberately.
She shrank under his stare. "He paid for two hours," she muttered. "But it's over, and it was a one-time thing. I know this probably hurts to hear, but I don't want you to think I'm keeping anything from you. I'm sorry."
Ethan stood abruptly and stormed out the door. He traced a familiar path through the city, the same one he walked every time Eden's Edge ripped his world apart. He knew it by heart. His steps eventually began to dull the fire in his chest. Hours passed before he made his way back home.
When he got home the apartment was dark and still. Mia was in bed, exhaustion having pulled her into a deep sleep. He sank onto the couch, hoping the long walk was enough to allow him to sleep.
The video of her "private show" gnawed at him. He didn't think he could handle seeing it, but he couldn't stop himself from taking a peek. His pulse quickened as he slid his pants off and settled onto the couch, pulling the recording up on his phone with an unsteady hand.
A posh client suite at Eden's Edge appeared on screen. This space was clearly designed for VIP clients, with mood lighting and upscale furnishings. Mia reclined on a large bed with silk sheets, wearing an intricate arrangement of black straps that framed her body parts rather than covered them. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she smiled at someone offscreen.
The client, a man in his fifties with salt and pepper hair and an expensive watch, sat in a plush chair several feet from the bed, true to Mia's words about not touching. Jake and Tony entered the frame, both already rock hard from what must have been Mia's earlier "prep work" in the back room. She greeted them with friendly professionalism, acting as though this was just another day at the office.
She beckoned them closer, taking each of their cocks in her hands with practiced confidence. Her engagement ring caught the light as she stroked them simultaneously, methodical and efficient. "You boys ready?" she asked in the same professional tone.
Jake positioned himself between her thighs, spreading her legs wider as he aligned himself with her entrance. He wasted no time shoving his bare cock into her. Mia gasped, her back arching as her wet pussy engulfed him.
Tony moved to the top of the bed by her face, slowly guiding his dick into her mouth. She accepted it without hesitation, grabbing his ass and pulling him deep into her throat. Her technique was flawless, developed through months of "prep work." Her hands never stopped working, one gripping Tony's base while the other reached down to caress Jake's balls as he pounded her with reckless abandon.
She moaned and whimpered with an unmistakable desperation, even while muffled by the cock stuffed down her throat. Her cries grew in intensity as Jake established a rhythm that had her hips bucking wildly.
After several minutes, they swapped positions as if following a choreographed routine. Tony moved behind her while Jake repositioned at her head. Mia adjusted herself with no prompting, as if executing a precise military maneuver, as if she'd found her true calling in that moment. Tony slid his bare cock inside her slowly, savoring the moment and causing her to grunt around Jake's shaft. "You feel amazing," Tony groaned, gripping her hips tightly.
Tony nodded and increased his pace, each thrust eliciting a moan that vibrated through Jake.
The client leaned forward in his chair, clearly enjoying the show. "That's it," he encouraged. "She's a good little slut ain't she?"
Mia's eyes flicked toward him briefly, acknowledging his presence with a wicked smile before returning her attention to her co-stars. Tony's movements became more erratic, his breathing heavier. "Keep going," Mia pleaded. Tony complied with a guttural groan, holding deep as he pumped her full of her first load of the night. When he withdrew, his cum flowed out of engorged pussy onto the sheets below.
