What if I told you this was staged?

Hugging and comforting Ruby after the orgasmic show she’d just given her entire team, I set her down next to the recently reawakened Beatrix and tell the crowd, “Okay, that was a great show everyone! Thank you for helping make these girls blush! Now, could you show these perverts your recordings?”

Applause rains down from the gathered camera crew, filling the studio with their cheers and whistles as they show the pair of panting, mortified women the blank screens of their phones.

“They…” Ruby huffs, transfixed by the lack of anything on Fareehah or Tess’ screens, “they’re not recording!?”

“What? Unlike you, I’m not pure evil— the crew didn’t capture anything. Wanda helped me plan this, and got your whole team on board. It wasn’t even that hard~” I lean down to pinch Ruby’s beet-red cheek, just to rub it in. “It doesn’t seem like they appreciated you ‘hogging all the boys’. Your girls, even Camilla, wanted to see you humiliated as bad as I did, but we at least asked them not to record it.”

Remembering an important detail, I also point towards a few male models who’re looking down and laughing at their phones, and tell the scarlet-faced photographer, “Oh yeah… Unfortunately for you Red, those boys over there aren’t part of your team, so they probably captured everything.”

Giving each lady a slap on her nude ass, I chuckle, saying, “It’s been fun, and you can keep that shirt as a souvenir, but… good luck finding someone to take those handcuffs off.”

Ruby whimpers abashedly again, trying to hide her dripping snatch behind a thigh, and making no headway as her blush refuses to abate in the slightest. Amused by the short lady’s antics, I give each girl another kiss—Ruby on the cheek, Bea right on her lips—and walk away from them shirtless, sweaty, and on top of the freakin’ world.

“Bye bye!” I sing to my sexily trembling victims, thinking about how much fun this must’ve been for everyone except them. I also consider that every woman in the studio got another good look at my cock during that whole ordeal, and flush pink a scant moment before I’m tackled across the room.

Wait. What the Hell? I just got tackled.