Magic Mia Ch. 09

Ethan had made an uneasy peace with Mia's job, or maybe he had just refused to deal with it. The wedding fund was taken care of after her "show" for Jess's client. He'd deleted the app afterward, determined to forget those images, Jake and Tony with their bare cocks inside her, cum dripping from every hole, the client finishing on her tits.

When Mia's text arrived Monday evening, "Late shift, love you!" he told himself things were back to normal. Priming the crew using condoms, something he had taught himself to live with.

He only made it a few days before downloading the app again. He knew its hooks were in him now, another thing he'd come to accept. He found her on the live feed in the back room. She was laying naked on the padded table, Jake worked her wet pussy with his throbbing dick as she moaned in ecstasy. Mia then took the lead, switching positions to straddle him. That's when Ethan noticed something was different, there was no condom. His hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it slid into his pants. Once Jake was fully primed, he headed off to meet his client.

Mia moved into the downward dog position for Tony who'd been patiently waiting his turn. He wasted no time before plunging his unprotected cock deep into her ass and going to town.

This went on for the rest of the night with only a few breaks. Ethan's balls were empty, and Mia was exhausted by the time she ended her shift.

Ethan pretended to be asleep before she arrived home, unable to face her. But he didn't find any real sleep that night.

By the morning, he gathered enough resolve to confront her as she prepared breakfast. Standing in the middle of the apartment, chest puffed out, pretending he was powerful, he said sternly, "So... what? No condoms now?" as he crossed his arms and stared at Mia.

She turned to him slowly with a surprised expression. "Oh... Are you still watching the security feed?" She tried to read him, but he stood stone-faced. She continued, "Yeah... I mean, after the... show, when I covered for Jess, the guys thought condoms seemed kinda pointless. Celeste even agreed."

"You promised," he said, stepping closer, voice tight. "One time, never again. Now it's every night?"

"No, it's the same thing I've been doing, priming them," she countered. "Just, without the condoms. It makes things simpler for everyone."

He stood firm, telling himself he wouldn't accept another boundary being pushed.

She shrank back a little. "It's my job," she said. "And it's not like they finish in me. I mean, they're not supposed to finish in me. Sure, accidents happen sometimes, but Celeste gave me authority to dock their tips when it does."

"When it happens? So they're cumming in you too?".

She grabbed her overcooked toast from the toaster. "Again, really? We should really replace this thing. I saw one on sale last week with a bagle setting."

"Mia!" Ethan shouted.

"Oh, right..." She paused, taking a bite of toast. "Look, we're all human, our bodies react, mistakes happen, and everyone moves on." She grimaced at the charred taste and swallowed. "Me included. Ya know, that happens to me all the time," she mumbled through her chewing.

"Hey, we're out of, like, everything. I'm gonna make a grocery run before work. Do you wanna come?"

He stood there speechless.

"Well, I guess you're probably busy today... I've gotta go if I'm gonna get that done before work. Love you." She headed out the door.

Ethan tried to get some work started but couldn't focus his mind. About an hour later, he heard Mia's car pulling up, prompting him to hide in the bathroom while she dropped off the groceries. The tough guy act had failed miserably, she barely even noticed.

"Everything ok in there?" she said, knocking on the door.

"Uhh, yeah."

"Ok, well, don't fall in! I'm leaving for work, love you."

The front door clicked shut, leaving only the apartment's familiar silence. The refrigerator's hum and the faint road noise seeping through the thin walls was a cacophony against the stillness.

Ethan kept an eye on the security feed that day. He was relieved to see mostly office work happening for the first part of the day. Then, as if to prove a point, her first prep session of the night with Rick, was one of those "accidents." He lost himself in her "magic touch" as she worked him with her mouth, Rick tensing up and spurting rope after rope of jizz down her throat. "Mmrrphh!" she said, mouth full, swatting at him as she swallowed, then catching her breath to speak, "You know I'm gonna have to dock you for that," with a flirty tone.

Rick just looked at her with a shrug. "Oops, sorry."

Tony was also docked that night for filling her asshole with cum. He offered the same unconvincing apology.

Ethan passed out in the chair with his pants around his ankles and wads of tissue on the floor. He woke up to Mia standing over him late that evening.

"What are you doing, Ethan?" she asked with a slight smirk.

"Uhh, nothing! Shit!"

She giggled. "It's ok, we've stuck to our pact, it's been a while, just try to clean yourself up afterwards, ok?"

He planned to keep pressing her about the condoms when she got home. Any hope of keeping up the tough guy act was out the window. He pulled up his pants and tried to save face. "I've been working all day!"

"Oh, that's the work?" she said slyly, still smiling at him.

"I was just taking a break and watched some internet porn. It's not a crime!"

She tried to steady her giggles. "Ok, ok, I'm not trying to embarrass you, it's fine."

"I'm not... I don't want to talk about this!" He caught his composure. "I saw it, Mia! The so-called accidents. They came inside you and you didn't even seem upset!"

"I thought we were done with this, Ethan. What do you expect me to do? They're my coworkers! I can't freak out on them every time something goes wrong. I dock them, and it's not like they want to lose money!"

"It's not normal!" he shouted. "You're my fiancée. You're letting guys cum inside you and acting like it's nothing. What happens after we're married? Magic Mia forever?"

Her expression faltered, uncertainty creeping in. "I'm keeping my promise, Ethan. I'm not doing what Jess does. I'm not with clients. I'm just in the background supporting the crew."

"That doesn't make it hurt any less," he muttered.

"I need you to be ok with this. The money's too good, and we need it."

"You want me to be ok with it? You want me to sit here knowing all these guys are fucking my wife every night?"

She flinched, tears welling up. "Its not.. sex I'm just prepping them to do their jobs. I'm doing this for us! It's not forever, I mean, it probably isn't."

"Probably? You don't even know if you'll stop? You're too valuable to them. Celeste won't let you walk away."

"She doesn't own me! I can quit anytime. I just... we need this right now. I know you'll get your career on a solid footing soon, I believe in you, I do, but you're not there yet. We need money to build our life together."

She was right. Their future depended on that job. His freelance work barely covered rent. Magic Mia kept them afloat, but that was no comfort.

He couldn't stay away from the app. He didn't bother with the game of deleting and reinstalling it anymore, instead choosing to accept his fate.

One night, he watched her take on three guys at once. She moaned and screamed through multiple mind bending orgasms as she rode Jake, Tony fucked her in the ass and she worked some new guys stiff cock with her mouth. That was the highlight of his week and a new low for his self-esteem.

Eden's Edge continued its meteoric rise to success as word spread. It became the place to go for older women with deep pockets who were looking for a good time. Celeste had a secret weapon in Mia.

He once again adjusted to a new normal, wondering if this time would be the last.