Porn..?

John almost granted her wish for her to his own desires. Minutes ago he would have. He would have had no care for her wishes. But as this goddess straddled his lap, looking down at him, he knew he had to defer to her wisdom. "I... I could help you get into porn?" he said.

Shila grinned and gently stroked the tent in his pants with the manicured tip of one finger. "That would be a start. But you're not allowed to just change my life like you did before. I am in charge now, as you well know. Do not simply replace my life with porn. I want _more_ not an _instead_. I want everyone to know who I am and worship me. So don't take away my education and don't take away my office. Perhaps if it were televised, though?" she considered. "Yes, I think you will give my office cameras and sexy camera men and women. Let everyone witness my practice and what good I do in here for my clients." She beamed down, benevolently at his lust-stricken face. It was not lost on her that most will tune in to masturbate, and that turned her on just as much, but she also needed them to know that she is more than just some simple slut.

John nodded and imagined the room different. Around them it grew in size to accommodate more bodies. Models stood behind cameras, and a full production team appeared, looking at the pair sitting on the couch, his cock straining his pants pressed against her wet pussy. And, for the first time, John ensured that Shila was as aware of the changes as he was. She was in charge, after all. He made sure that she knew the name of everyone on staff. As a final touch, he upgraded her waiting room, making sure the furniture was extremely comfortable and ready for any kind of activity. He stocked closets in both the office and waiting room with as many sex toys as he could think of. And finally, he improved Shila's receptionist, selecting his previous favorite porn star to work behind the now totally clear glass desk, insisting on a dress code of a very short skirt, button up crop top, high heels, and nothing else. A camera was pointed at her constantly, and he made sure she was always excited about it.

"Good boy," the doctor said, slowly unzipping his pants. "I think I might have to hire you. Maybe as my personal assistant? ****? High priest?"