Magic Mia Ch. 08

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. He slid his pants off and pulled the recording up on his phone with an unsteady hand.

There she lay on the bed of a dimly lit suite. Naked except for a few black straps that barely qualified as an outfit, leaving everything exposed. The client sat in a chair across the room, smirking, his eyes glinting in the low light. Jake and Tony stood over her, cocks hard and ready, having been primed from her earlier work. She started with her hands, grabbing both cocks and stroking them slowly and deliberately. She locked eyes with her costars, one after the other as her lips parted slightly.

Jake moved first, kneeling between her legs. He spread her thighs wide, guiding himself to her pussy and sliding in slowly, savoring the moment. She gasped, arching her back as he filled her. Tony stepped closer, gripping her hair gently to guide her mouth. She took him in, lips stretching around his throbbing cock, sucking deep until his pubic hair tickled her nose. Her tongue flicked out, licking along his balls while her hand kept pumping to the rhythm that Jake was setting from her other end. They worked her like that for several minutes. Her moans were muffled around Tony's cock as Jake thrust harder.

Tony pulled out of her mouth, leaving her panting with spit and precum trailing down her chin. He moved behind her, lifting her hips to sink into her pussy, groaning as he felt her wet cunt grip him. Jake moved up to her front, guiding her head back down. She sucked him eagerly now, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him all the way and gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. Tony's pace quickened and he gripped her hips tight. He groaned loudly, unloading inside her as he rode out an extended orgasm. He pulled out with cum leaking from her, soiling the sheets.

Jake moved behind her, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands. He spit on her puckered butthole, rubbing it in with his thumb before lining up. She tensed quickly, then relaxed as he pushed in slow, stretching her asshole around him. She worked Tony with her mouth and hands again, getting him hard for another round. They kept going like that for the full two hours. Jake pounding her ass, Tony switching between her throat and pussy, Jake back to her mouth, each filling her with cum over and over. Her orgasms came in waves, shaking her body. Her voice became hoarse from a combination of cock and relentless grunting and screaming. Ethan lost count of her orgasms after the fifth.

The client watched it all, edging himself in the chair while moaning and egging the guys on "fuck that pretty little pussy", "fill that slut with cum", "she can't get enough cock". At the end, he stood up and stepped closer to the bed. Mia tilted her head up and locked on his eyes as he finished, shooting thick ropes of cum on her tits. She whimpered as she fucked herself with her hand and rubbed his cum into her hard nipples.

Ethan's chest burned with a mix of rage and shame. He came multiple times while watching, hating himself more with each ejaculation. It was two hours of Mia being railed with bare cocks, having every hole filled, leaving her dripping with cum, topped off with the grand finale of a client jizzing all over her fat tits. The look in her eyes told Ethan that she loved every second of it. All while he'd been sketching out seating charts for their reception.

He tossed the phone aside and wiped himself off with a crumpled tissue. The wedding was paid for with one night of work. She'd raked in thousands while managing to keep her promise. What a sick joke. He drifted off on the couch, too drained to move.

Ethan awoke to the morning sun filtering through the blinds. Mia was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. He pulled himself up off the couch to corner her as she poured her coffee.

"I saw it, Mia," he said, voice low and tight. "All two hours. All the fucking, all the cum inside you, your constant orgasms. And anal now? Then that guy finishing on you? Convenient you left that part out."

She froze, setting the mug down hard enough to slosh coffee over the rim. Her eyes welled up. "It was a favor," she said, voice cracking. "Jess needed me, and the money is for us. That was just the show he wanted. I didn't do it for fun. I kept my word, Ethan. He didn't touch me, I didn't touch him."

He stepped closer, fists clenched. "They fucked you raw for hours."

She flinched but didn't back down. "It was a show, just a performance. One time. I did it for us, Ethan. I love you." Her voice broke, tears spilling over.

She lunged into his arms, sobbing hard, her body shaking against his. He stood stiff as she buried her face in his shirt. Minutes passed before she spoke again. "I kept my promise," she mumbled, voice muffled. "I'm not in the business. I'm not like Jess."

She was right, technically. She'd stuck to the letter of her promise but had pissed over all the spirit. Another boundary had been torn down, but her tears melted him, like always. He didn't push her away.

Days later, her text buzzed in late. "Finishing up, home soon. Love you!"

Back to normal, he thought, staring at the screen. Or whatever passed for normal these days. He poured a drink and settled onto the couch, the weight of it all sinking him ever deeper.