The night

Mia answers on the second ring. Airport noise behind her. A cart. A voice on a speaker. She has just landed.

“Tell me,” she says.

Adam is on the couch, the cushion still wrong from last night. “Kyler. Lana knew her from her gym. Lana was wearing the glasses.”

Mia makes a small sound. Beside her, Remy goes still. Mia does not lower her voice.

“And?”

“Lana ran it,” Adam says. “She told Kyler she hadn’t earned my cock in her cunt. Made her kneel. Took me out herself and fed it to her. Then she told me to fuck Kyler’s throat and cum in it.”

Remy looks at Mia. Mia is smiling at the jet bridge.

“She begged after,” Adam says. “Lana made her strip. A show. Then a lap dance for me. She rubbed her cunt on my cock and begged Lana to allow her to fuck me.”

“And you?”

“I picked her up and threw her on the couch. Ass up. One stroke. I fucked her like an animal. She came four times. Lana counted. Dirty the whole way. Then Lana told me to pull out. Kyler was gaping. She asked for it back. Lana dragged her by the hair to the bedroom. Made her crawl.”

A choked sound from Remy. Mia glances at her, pleased, and does not stop.

“On the bed I was already stroking,” Adam says. “Lana shoved her mouth on me. No hands. Lana’s fist deciding the depth. She talked the whole time. Then she pulled her off before I came. Flipped her. Spread her. I got on her and rammed in. Prone. Deep. She came two or three more times. Lana held her head up and talked her through it. I came inside her. She was leaking.”

“Good,” Mia says. The word is filthy. Remy’s face is red. She has heard every piece she was not supposed to survive hearing.

“Lana wasn’t done. Dragged her up. Made her clean me. She almost passed out on it. Lana slapped her ass awake and told her toys don’t sleep in the bed. Tossed her on the rug. She passed out there. Lana got in beside me and asked if she did well. I hope you like the video.”

Mia exhales. “I can’t wait.”

“Watch it when you’re in the room. Not in the taxi. I want you to see the gape. The crawl. My cock in her throat. Lana’s hand in her hair while I finished in her.”

Remy makes another small, shocked sound. Mia’s smile sharpens.

“I’ll watch all of it,” she says. “I’ll tell you what I rewind.”

“It’s on the cloud. Lana took Kyler home. No shower here. Lana’s rule. Fucktoys wash at their own house.”

Mia laughs once. “I like her in the role.”

They stay on a little longer. Mia describes what she wants to see first, and Remy stares at the floor like the floor can unhear it. Then the speaker calls a shuttle and Mia has to move.

“Watch it,” Adam says.

“I can’t wait,” Mia says again. “Will call you after I have.”

The line goes dead.

Adam sets the phone on the cushion. The apartment is quiet. A few minutes later the key turns.

Lana comes in. No Kyler. She looks at him on the couch.

“She’s home,” Lana says. “Still a mess. What have you been up to?”