Housework

You pull yourself out, and there's not much besides cum on your skin. You think about your next steps while the girl cleans you off with her mouth, and in your post-nut clarity you realize how many basic conveniences this solves.

You relax on the chair in your now very clean apartment. You look around and count: 7 blondes and 5 brunettes, all naked, all performing sex acts on each other in a variety of combinations.You're having trouble enjoying the show. Every summoned person strains your attention. You were barely able to focus enough to give orders when there were 8 and 8.

As the small army of naked ladies cleaned up, you had walked around to try and clear your head. Putting down the wand didn't make a difference and your weak attempts at meditation were useless as well. But then, when you put your attention back on the workers, two of them were missing.

You went outside and returned to find that two more had vanished.

More confusion. There were limits here, but what?

Now, watching the 12 present women have their orgy, you were narrowing down your business ideas. Sex work was the most obvious choice so far, but it's hard to run a brothel if the girls vanish from their rooms unexpectedly.

Eventually they all seem satisfied, and you dismiss them at the same time with a flick of the wand. Their pile of clothing by the door vanishes, but the clean room remains clean.