Of course

The next video arrived.

Same number. This one had sound.

You pressed play.

The camera was pointed downward from a standing position, framing a pair of bare feet and the lower legs of a naked man in the classic press-up position on the living-room carpet. The angle made it obvious the person filming was standing near his feet. With every repetition the man’s body lowered and rose in controlled, powerful movements.

It was Brian.

Dylan realised it within seconds—the build, the way he moved, the same body that had stood triumphantly over the couch earlier. Then the camera shifted just enough that something else became visible beneath him.

Someone was lying on their back directly under Brian.

Pale thighs. The curve of a hip. hair spilled across the carpet. The person was mostly hidden by Brian’s body on every downward stroke, but there was no mistaking the shape of a second person pinned beneath him.

The room was counting out loud.

“Fourteen… fifteen… sixteen…”

Every time Brian lowered himself a soft, high whimper cut through the counting—short, involuntary, and unmistakably female. The sound came exactly on the downward press, as if the movement forced it out of whoever was trapped under him.

“Seventeen… eighteen… nineteen…”

The whimpers grew shakier.

“Twenty!”

A loud cheer erupted from the guests. Brian completed the final press-up and then simply let his weight settle, lying fully on top of the person beneath him instead of pushing back up. The camera caught the shift of his hips as he grounded himself.

A long, pleasurable groan rose from under him—raw, open, and clearly Katie’s—before the video cut to black.

You sat frozen, the sound of that final groan still hanging in the quiet of your living room.

The camera had never shown her face. It had never shown the exact point where their bodies met. But the pale thighs, the dark hair, the whimpers timed to every downward thrust of Brian’s press-ups, and the unmistakable groan when he finally rested his full weight on top of her left almost nothing to interpretation.

Katie still had not come home.