Victor’s Business

The session had ended barely twenty minutes ago, but the atmosphere in the studio had completely changed. There was now a sense of complicity and relaxation. Everything was treated with professional detachment, and the mood was light and easygoing.

Victor had put on soft, romantic background music. On a small table he had arranged a light spread: nuts, strawberries, cheese, and glasses of white wine. Stacy was still wearing only the silk robe, which barely covered anything. Every time she moved, glimpses of her naked body were visible underneath.

Richard, Victor, and the photographer Marcos were chatting casually with her. The vibe was pleasant. Stacy laughed shyly, still flushed from what she had just done, but because everything was handled so professionally, it almost felt natural — as if having an intense orgasm completely naked and spread open in front of these men was just another part of the job.

Richard, seated on the sofa, raised his glass.

“It was a spectacular session, Stacy. You have a natural talent.”

Victor smiled and casually slipped an arm around her waist as he offered her a strawberry. Stacy accepted it without thinking. At the same time, Marcos gave her ass a gentle, affectionate caress. Although it wasn’t entirely accidental, it felt respectful. Instead of feeling harassed, Stacy felt flattered. She gave a small start but said nothing. She told herself it was normal in this environment.

Richard looked directly at her with a calm, elegant voice:

“I have an idea. I’d like to offer you a very generous bonus if you do something very simple for me. Why don’t you call your husband and invite him to join us? We’d love to meet the man behind all this beauty. Don’t you think?”

Stacy blinked, surprised. The idea seemed both innocent and strangely exciting.

“Sure… why not?” she said with a smile.

She took out her phone and sent a message first:

*"Honey, we just finished the set. We’re having some drinks downstairs. Want to come down? ❤"*

Normally Sam took a while to reply, as he usually kept his phone on silent.

Sam saw the message but didn’t open it. He wasn’t ready to respond in a neutral or loving way. He left it unread, hoping Stacy would forget about it.

When she got no immediate reply, she called.

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**Upstairs in the apartment**, Sam was still lying in bed, his belly and hand covered in semen. His phone started vibrating.

It was Stacy again.

For some reason, Sam’s blood ran cold. He felt like a child caught doing something forbidden, with chocolate all over his mouth.

LILA spoke immediately in his head:

“What’s wrong, Sam? It’s just your wife calling. She’s probably still naked or barely covered by that robe, surrounded by men… but it’s nothing you haven’t already accepted, right?”

Sam swallowed hard and answered with a weak voice:

“Hello?”

“Honey,” Stacy said cheerfully, “we’ve finished the session and we’re having some drinks downstairs. Why don’t you come down for a bit? There’s wine and snacks… I met a patron today and he’d love to meet you.”

Sam felt his throat tighten. He looked at his cum-covered hand and the mess on his stomach.

“I… I’m cooking right now,” he lied clumsily. “Besides, I don’t want to intrude… I’m sure you’re all busy working.”

Stacy frowned on the other end of the line.

“Sam… it’s just for a little while. Please?”

“No, really… I’m busy. Maybe another day.”

And he hung up.

Sam’s temples were throbbing. At least he had managed to avoid that nightmare.

LILA:

“I understand your behavior, Sam. Don’t worry, just relax. It’s not a bad idea for you to cook for your wife, to serve her, to adore her. After all, this is your place — making your wife happy while she enjoys herself without you. There’s nothing wrong with that, Sam.”

Sam felt deeply humiliated by LILA’s words. He wanted to defend himself, but he was also relieved he had escaped that awkward social situation. Meeting the men who got hard watching his wife felt incredibly humiliating — and having to smile at them would have been even worse.

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Stacy stared at her phone with clear annoyance.

“He doesn’t want to come down…” she murmured.

“That’s fine,” Richard said calmly. “It’s normal. I would never let other men see my beautiful wife naked… much less get excited by it. Has Victor explained the full nature of his business to you? One of the attractions he offer is precisely observing the husbands’ reactions.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” Stacy said, both confused and slightly angry.

Richard smiled softly.

“Don’t misunderstand me. I have deep respect for your husband. Witnessing his gradual change into a more… *compliant* husband is one of the services Victor’s agency provides. And it’s very pleasurable to be part of it.”

Stacy:

“My husband is a good man and I love him with all my heart. I won’t tolerate any disrespect toward him, no matter how much money you have.”

Richard:

“No one wants that to change. I don’t want him to stop loving you or you to stop loving him.”

Stacy:

“Then I don’t understand…”

Richard:

“While you’re down here masturbating for us, your husband is upstairs having fantasies about you… being unfaithful with us. I’m not making this up, Stacy. Everything is being monitored by the wonderful artificial intelligence called LILA.”

Stacy:

“That’s not possible.”

Richard:

“We can make a new bonus if you want. We can prove my theory. You’ll always win here — you only have to have a short conversation with Sam. When we’re done here, go upstairs and casually tell him that I masturbated while watching you, that you let me, and that it even turned you on. LILA will monitor the entire conversation and his reactions. I guarantee he’ll lose his mind. Then tell him it was a lie — that you were angry he didn’t come down and wanted to make him suffer a little for leaving his wife almost naked and alone with strangers.”

Stacy:

“Are you crazy? I’m angry with my husband, but I’m not going to accept that bonus.”

Richard:

“LILA says Sam fantasizes about exactly that — you pushing him to the edge. What’s wrong with giving everyone what they want? Even your husband?”

Stacy stood there, somewhat shaken, but Richard’s words were connecting dots in her mind she hadn’t wanted to see.

“Besides,” Richard added, “I saw firsthand how much *you* enjoyed the session too… didn’t you?”

Stacy blushed instantly.

“The truth is, you performed so well that I did consider masturbating while watching you. Would that have bothered you, Stacy?”

Stacy froze, her face burning red. The idea of Richard getting hard and cumming to her performance didn’t disgust her the way she thought it should…

Stacy:

“Stop it, Richard. Don’t say those things. They’re not appropriate for an elegant man like you.”

She said it while discreetly pressing her thighs together, feeling herself getting wet.

Richard:

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have said that. I apologize. But my offer still stands — a bonus for a simple conversation. Do you accept?”