Double dose

You reach for the green bottle in Jen's nightstand, turning it over in your hands. The label reads 'Fertility Boost' with a stylized lotus flower beneath it. Your heart races as you pop open the cap and shake two pills into your palm.

"Just one is the recommended dose," Jen says, watching you with widening eyes as you deliberately place both pills on your tongue.

You swallow them with a sip of water, feeling a strange thrill course through you. "For tomorrow," you explain, your voice huskier than intended.

Jen's fingers trace along your collarbone. "Speaking of tomorrow, Alex texted while you were drying off. Apparently Brett's been making calls."

You raise an eyebrow. "And?"

"Brett's contacts are... enthusiastic. But ten guys? That's way more than we discussed." Jen's expression mixes concern with excitement. "Including four guys he described as 'exceptionally endowed.' His words, not mine."

The thought makes your mouth go dry. You reach for your water bottle on the nightstand, but Jen gently catches your wrist.

"Maybe we should dial it back? Start with the original plan of three or four guys and see how it goes?" Her eyes search yours. "Ten men would be intense even for experienced performers."

You hesitate, realizing how quickly things are escalating. "You're right. Let's tell Brett to keep it to four guys total for tomorrow. Quality over quantity."

"Perfect," Jen agrees, visibly relieved. "We can always scale up later if we want. And honestly, four guys plus Alex is already going to make for amazing footage."

She reaches for her phone to text Alex the adjusted plan. "And about these supplements..." She taps the green bottle. "They probably don't do much, but the fantasy is hot."

You nod, feeling the weight of the pills you just swallowed. Already, your imagination is spinning scenarios for tomorrow's shoot four men taking turns with you while Jen captures every intimate detail on camera. The combination of the pills, the anticipation, and your earlier decision to skip your regular birth control creates a heady mixture of anxiety and arousal.

"Tomorrow's going to be intense enough without aphrodisiacs or a small army of performers," Jen says with a gentle smile. "Let's keep it manageable. I want your first gangbang to be memorable for all the right reasons."

You exhale slowly, grateful for her experience and perspective. "You're right. Four guys plus video equipment in this apartment will already be pushing it."

Jen kisses you softly. "Trust me, it's going to be amazing. And somehow even hotter knowing you've got those supplements in your system."