Shower meeting

We should clean up before opening the store," you suggest, surveying the sheen of sweat and bodily fluids covering all three of you. "There's an employee bathroom with a shower in the back. Big enough for three if we get friendly."

Mia stretches languidly, her gold body paint now smeared and patchy. "God, yes. I feel like I've been dipped in honey."

"I didn't even know we had a shower," Jamie admits, still lying beneath Mia, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs.

"Your dad installed it last year," you explain, standing up and feeling the pleasant ache of well-used muscles. "Said something about employees needing to look presentable no matter what."

As both women rise and begin collecting their scattered clothes, you casually walk over to where Mia left her bag. The packet of performance pills sits partially visible. With a quick glance to confirm both women are distracted - Jamie is trying to wipe gold paint off her breasts while Mia gathers the ceremonial props - you pocket three pills, sliding them into your wallet with practiced ease.

"The water pressure is surprisingly good," you call out, directing attention away from your theft as you lead them toward the employee bathroom at the far end of the storage area.

The bathroom is small but functional, with a shower stall just barely large enough for three people if they don't mind intimate contact. You turn on the water, letting steam begin to fill the small space as you all squeeze in together.

"This is cozy," Mia comments as her slick body slides against yours. "But efficient."

Jamie reaches for the single bottle of soap, squirting a generous amount into her palm before beginning to lather your chest. "I can't believe how much stamina you had," she says, her fingers tracing the contours of your pectoral muscles. "Three full scenes and you never went soft once."

"Professional secret," you reply with a wink, enjoying the sensation of her soapy hands gliding down your abdomen.

Mia presses against your back, her breasts sliding against your shoulder blades as she reaches around to help Jamie wash you. "Whatever his secret is, we should bottle and sell it," she says with a laugh. "We'd make more money than these DVDs ever will."

You turn to face Mia, sandwich between the two women now. Water cascades down all three bodies as you begin returning the favor, your hands soaping Jamie's shoulders while Mia works on your lower half.

"So what happens now?" Jamie asks, her voice carrying a note of vulnerability despite the casual setting. "With the store, I mean. And... us."

"We've got enough footage for at least ten DVDs," you assess practically, your fingers working shampoo into her hair. "We can edit today, burn tomorrow. Be ahead of schedule by Friday."

Mia's hands slip between your legs, ostensibly cleaning but clearly teasing. "I've been thinking," she says, her tone shifting to something more business-like despite her intimate touch. "I have connections in the local industry. People who might be interested in distributing what we've made. Maybe even funding more productions."

"Connections?" you echo, turning slightly to look at her.

She nods, water streaming down her face. "I wasn't completely honest before. I've done more than just a few amateur shoots. Nothing major, but enough to know people who know people."

Jamie's expression darkens slightly, though she tries to hide it. "So you're actually a professional?"

"Semi-professional," Mia corrects, reaching past you to run a soapy hand over Jamie's shoulder in a gesture that seems meant to reassure. "But I know talent when I see it. And direction." Her eyes lock with yours meaningfully.

"We could actually make something of this," you realize aloud, the water running clearer now as the last of the gold paint washes from Mia's body. "Beyond just saving the store."

"Exactly," Mia confirms. "What we did today? That was quality content. With the right distribution..."

Jamie presses closer to you, her now-clean body seeking contact. "So we're a team now? All of us?"

You wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her against you while maintaining eye contact with Mia. "Looks like it. A very successful team."

The shower eventually runs cold, forcing the three of you out. As you towel off, you feel the weight of the pills in your wallet - a secret resource for whatever might come next in this unexpected venture.