--[3rd POV]--
"Unngh," Tricia groaned as she felt herself wake up, "D-did I pass out?"
"Sure did," Megan answered as she walked over with a glass of water, which Tricia graciously accepted. "I'm honestly surprised you lasted that long."
Tricia tried to sit up, but immediately abandoned the idea as she felt the consequences of losing her bet with Megan, "Oww, m-my ass feels like it's on fire! Ugh, d-did you put the plug back inside of me?!"
"Well, we couldn't have you leaking all over the place," Megan explained as she knelt down next to Tricia and held up the glass to her lips, helping Tricia take a sip.
Nearly half the glass was empty when Tricia finally signaled that she had enough, and Megan quickly pulled the cup away, "Now that you mentioned it, I do feel kinda bloated, and really fucking sore."
Megan smiled sympathetically, "Don't worry, if there's a next time, it'll be much easier."
Tricia was about to reply when she finally noticed the scene behind Megan, and her thoughts flatlined,"Jesus."
Megan glanced over as well and smirked, "Yeah, it looks like Ramon decided that Summer deserved her reward. They've been going at it for a while now."
Summer was currently on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the couch, held up by Ramon's hand as he thrust in and out of her throat like a jackhammer, letting his nuts smack against her face with each violent thrust of his hips. Even worse, Tricia could see that Summer's pussy was already drooling his cum, steadily squeezing out fat globs with each miniature climax that ripped through her.
Summer had been turned into a toy for Ramon's pleasure, objectified and reduced to something less than a person. Though Tricia could tell by the look on her face that Summer wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
"I don't think I could survive that," Tricia muttered, equal parts terrified and awed as she watched the violent sex, "I don't know if she's going to survive that."
Megan grinned, "Oh, she will, and after she recovers, she'll come crawling right back."
"Yeah, you're probably right about that," Tricia muttered, "And to be completely honest, so will I. I don't think I can go back to normal sex after tonight."
"Now you see why Patty and I agreed to be his girlfriends," Megan replied, "Between that, the money, and how much Ramon genuinely looks after and cares for us, there really isn't anyone who can compete."
"I get it, he's awesome, and I would be stupid not to join the harem," Tricia replied with a faint smile.
"Well, you know my opinion about it, but I will say the lifestyle certainly isn't for everyone," Megan shrugged before standing up, "Now come on, let's get cleaned up and then we can join Patty in the tub to soak."
"Ugh, I'm tempted to just fall asleep right here," Tricia protested slightly, only for Megan to quickly shake her head, "Trust me, that is the last thing you want to do, fall asleep here, and you really won't be able to move."
"Fineee," Tricia droned before sticking out her arms, "But you're gonna have to help me walk, and we're gonna have to take it really slow because I can feel his stuff sloshing around inside of me and really making me have to go."
"Alright, alright, I got it here, come on, up we go!"
--[Ramon]--
'Well, that was fun,' I thought with a self-satisfied grin while lying in bed like a king, two girls to either side of me, 'I haven't felt that satiated in a while, and now for the second best part of my day.'
--[Day 26 Report]--
Simlife
Revenue: +$297,974
Cost: -$203,916
Profit: $94,058
Modifiers: Fortune III [+15%], Satisfaction [0%]
Income: +$108,167
Total: $112,366
DateLife
Energy Spent: 0
Energy Gained: 2
Tantric Reserves: 5/5
Lust: +5
Total: 50/100
'The perfect way to end a long day,' I sighed as he let my eyes close, slipping into a peaceful torpor.
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A sharp electronic buzz from the hallway made my eyes snap open after what felt like only a few moments, but what was most likely a few hours, judging from the sun slipping out from around the curtain's edges.
The buzz played once more, and I heard and felt the girls start to wake up, much to their displeasure, which they made abundantly clear.
"Who the hell set an alarm?"
"What does it matter? Just turn it off."
"What time is it?"
"Too early, that's what it is."
"All of you hush," I muttered as I extracted myself from the tangle of limbs. "It's the intercom, someone is ringing us."
Summer groaned, "Well, that someone better not be here when I find the strength to get up."
I rolled my eyes, but the last thing I wanted on my plate was four cranky girls early in the morning, so I quickly made my way out of the bedroom into the hall, walking down until I reached the intercom right by the elevator and pressed the button, opening the line, "Hello?"
"Who is this?"
I was stunned for a moment, not only because of the attitude coming from the voice, but also because it sounded familiar, "I'm the guy who lives here. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Well, guy who lives here, you wouldn't happen to have a redhead teenage girl over now, would you?"
My mouth made an O shape as realization struck me, and I let out a light chuckle, "Hey, Beth."
"W-what, how did you-"
"This is Ramon, Summer's friend. We ran into each other at the convenience store once. I guess she really is bad at communicating her whereabouts, huh."
"O-oh, Ramon, I remember now, so Summer is with you?"
I nodded even though Beth couldn't see me, "Yes, she's sleeping now, but I'll send the elevator down so you can come on up. And in the meantime, I'll wake Summer up."
"Alright then…I'm sure this is about to go over well.'
I let go of the button and sent the elevator down before returning to the bedroom with a shit-eating grin on my face, "Summer, your mom is in the elevator on her way up."
"Haha, very funny." Summer muttered as she rolled back over in bed burring her face into the large pillow she was sharing with Tricia.
"Yeah, I'm not joking, you got about a minute."
Summer sat up and looked into my eyes only to see that I wasn't lying, "Shit…shit, shit, shit."
A long-winded stream of curses flew from Summer's mouth as she quickly scrambled out of bed, "Goddamnit, why is she here!?"
"Because you like to be independent and forget that there are actually people who give a shit about you and your well-being," Tricia muttered, her face still in the pillow, "I'm surprised that she hasn't embedded a tracker under your skin."
"Well, that would explain how the hell she was able to find me," Summer muttered as she looked around the room, "God, where are my clothes, where are they?!"
"We put everything through the wash, remember," Megan replied with a yawn and a stretch, sitting up in bed to reveal that she was completely topless, "I turned on the dryer before going to bed, though, so your clothes should be good if a bit wrinkled."
Summer let out a strangled sigh, "Alright, I just need to get dressed before-"
"Before what?"
A new voice rose above the chaos, and everyone turned to look as I stepped aside in the doorway, revealing Beth staring at the scene with a surprisingly impassive gaze. "Wow, four of you, that's impressive."
"Hey, Mrs. Smith," Tricia waved with a shameless smile, making Beth sigh, "Hello Tricia, good to see that you're in high spirits."
"Oh my god, someone please put a bullet in the back of my head," Summer groaned as she buried her face in her hands, trying to drown out all the noise with her own internal screaming.
"Nope, if I gotta live with this memory, so do you," Beth replied in a flat voice before she glanced at me, "Just a friend, huh?"
I shrugged, "You know how it is, one thing led to another."
Beth rolled her eyes and promptly turned around, "I'm raiding your kitchen for some wine. Stop me, and I'll pepper spray you in front of all your little girlfriends."
"Check the fridge, there's a dedicated shelf at the very bottom," I called out as Beth disappeared around the corner and walked into the kitchen
I watched her go before turning back to face the girls, who were all staring at me with varying levels of blame, "So…who wants breakfast?"