They're re-casting the movie

The producer tells you that Kristen's services are no longer needed. They'd tell you the same about Kerry if they knew that she was now living in your house under your spell. They're recasting both roles with new more-agreeable actresses.

You feel oddly defeated. Though you're not sure why. You look at the two famous fuckpigs before you, both naked, covered in sweat and cum and all the other evidence of three days of total insanity. They'll gladly give you more. They'll give you anything you want. They belong to you. Life is wonderful.

And yet, this strategy of Kristen's and Kerry's to go on strike until they got what they wanted, which was... you're not sure you even remember anymore... oh yeah, hardcore content in the movie, which itself was just a ploy for Kristen to seduce Kerry. Which worked.

So why do you feel so disappointed in this news. Maybe it's the tinge of victory in the producer's voice. How dare he tell your sluts that they can't be in this movie. Only you get to tell them what to do, right?

And again, you ask yourself, as you stare at your two sluts, spreading their legs for you now, probably wondering why it's been five minutes since either of them was penetrated... do you really care that they're re-casting the movie?