TV room

"Let's check out the TV room," you said.

"Okay!" the girls said together, slightly disturbingly. "Down the hall and to the left! We'll join you in a minute!"

Natalie gave you a robe and you grinned. Robe. You were becoming a robe kind of guy. You didn't mind that at all.

You headed down the hall, still naked, still half-hard, with the taste of power buzzing in your blood. The house was bigger than it looked from the outside, old but upgraded. High-end fixtures, soft lighting, everything perfectly curated, not for comfort, but for indulgence.

When you opened the door to the TV room, you stopped cold.

It was a full production studio.

There were lights, soft, diffused panels suspended from the ceiling. Cameras, three of them, on swivel mounts. A plush, oversized sofa in the center of the space, deep red and velvet, framed by black curtains. A makeup mirror with bulbs. A monitor setup. Shelves lined with equipment, tripods, lube, toys, towels, batteries.

The big TV on the wall showed a paused frame from earlier. You. On your back. Natalie riding you. From above. From the side. From behind. All angles covered. Perfect lighting. 4K.

You took a slow breath. This wasn’t just sex. It was content. A show. A business.

You stepped into the room, eyes scanning every detail. No shame. No fear. Just curiosity, and maybe hunger.

Were they planning to film again? Were the girls watching you now from another room?

The red light on one of the cameras blinked on. Huh.

You stepped further inside, and the room came alive with detail. A low hum from the equipment, the faint scent of sex and perfume still hanging in the air. Then you heard footsteps.

The door behind you creaked, and in came all three, Natalie, Taylor, and Leanne, wrapped in silky robes that barely covered their used, still-glowing bodies. Taylor had a bottle of wine in one hand, Leanne carried a silver tray stacked with finger food, prosciutto, berries, chunks of soft cheese. Natalie held up a remote.

"You found it," she said with a sly smile, walking past you to the monitor. She hit play.

Your own face filled the screen. Natalie riding your {Cock_inches}-inch cock like her life depended on it. Her screams filled the room. Leanne and Taylor moaned softly as they watched, sipping wine, licking salt from their fingers. They’d clearly seen it before.

"It’s tradition," Taylor said, pouring you a glass. "After every orgy, we watch it together."

"Quality control," Leanne added with a wink, offering you a bite of soft, dripping peach from the tray.

You took it, eyes still on the screen, watching your own transformation, how you looked, how you moved, how the camera captured every inch of your new body.

"You're a natural," Natalie said, standing in front of the couch. "Better than... what was his name again?Bigger, rougher. More fun." Her robe slipped off one shoulder. "The fans are going to lose their minds."

You turned to her. "You’re uploading it?"

She smiled. "We already did. Premium subscribers only. It'll pay for the whole house for another month."

They all sat on the couch, legs spread, robes parting, looking up at you like you were the king of this domain. And you were. Lights were on. Camera still blinking. Nice food, apparently some decent wine, absolutely prime pussy, total power.

You sat down in the middle of the velvet couch and the girls gathered close, their eyes locked on you like they couldn’t get enough. You asked them their stories, who they were, how they ended up in this house.

"We were all brought in by him, your predecessor," said Taylor, licking her lips. "But not all at once. He picked us up one by one. Always after the ring chose us. I was in B2B sales."

"It changes you," said Leanne, tracing a finger across your abs. "Once it touches you, your body’s never the same. Neither is your mind. I was a dancer in a musical theater, by the way."

"Especially your mind," Natalie added, pulling her robe open entirely. "You start to think about sex. All the time. Needing it. Craving it. And when you get it, you want more... You forget your previous life at the grocery store..."

They weren’t ashamed of it. They smiled.

"We’re addicted to it," said Leanne, kissing your shoulder. "To the feeling. To big cock. To being used. To pleasure our man in every way."

You felt the ring pulse on your finger.

"We don't mind," she continued. "We love it."