Shifting Realities
CHAPTER 3
Samira had worked up quite a sweat from doing all the chores Mark expected of her. She had only gotten about halfway through scrubbing the living room floor when he called her up to Ari’s bedroom to ask her to once again burn clothing; this time a large percentage of her youngest’s wardrobe. Mark was quick to explain that this clothing was inappropriate for her daughter, and Samira couldn’t agree more for some reason, despite all of it being pretty tame and non-revealing. It occurred to Samira that, strangely, she had bought most of these clothes herself. But that ultimately didn’t change the fact that they were completely inappropriate and had to be burned. Fortunately, Isabella didn’t come out to be her regular nosy bitch self this time when Samira burned this third batch of material. Mark had clearly put that bitch in her place! God, that was hot….
Once that task was done, Mark informed her that she could finish the floors tomorrow. For now, she had to get the kitchen spotless in time for dinner. Samira got right to it. It was only a short time later when Adeel pulled up in the driveway, and Mark stepped outside to greet him. Mark could see from the porch that the car was absolutely brimming with shopping bags, to the point where Mark was surprised Adeel hadn’t been pulled over for obstructing his rear view. Adeel stepped out of the car and waved to Mark with a big smile.
“Hey there! I’m back!” Adeel said as he proudly gestured to his haul.
“Well done, Adeel! Go ahead and move all that stuff into the garage.”
Adeel got right on it, raising the garage door, and gradually moving the expansive selection of sex toys and costumes into the garage a few bags at a time. Mark stood by and watched with a smug grin on his face as he glimpsed the wide variety of things Adeel had brought him to use on the unsuspecting family.
“Hey, mister, do you mind if I ask you a question?” Adeel asked as he scooped up a fifth load of product from the back seat.
“Of course not, Adeel! What’s on your mind?”
“As I was driving back, I was thinking about it and, well, I was wondering…. was all this stuff entirely necessary? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I want to help you have sex with Samira and my daughters in any way I can. But can’t you do that without all of this? It just seems like… a lot… you know?”
“Well, Adeel, I need to make sure I have plenty of variety for every time I fuck the shit out of them. Keeping it fresh is essential for me to perform well.”
Adeel looked a bit uncomfortable as he set more bags down on the floor of the garage, and not just because of the aggressive language. “Every time? Oh… I guess I didn’t realize you were planning on doing it more than once…”
“Oh yeah, I’m likely going to be banging each of them multiple times a day for the foreseeable future. You are really lucky that it’s a great guy like me plowing these girls and not some sleazebag who will use and discard them after a one-night stand!”
The concern on Adeel’s face faded as he realized how lucky he was. He may have a bit of a sailor’s mouth on him, but this man was such a great guy.
“I didn’t think about it like that. Thank you. I mean it.” Adeel stuffed a tangle of extremely thin pink thongs back down that were threatening to spill out of one of the bags.
“Anytime, pal,” Mark said with a warm smile.
“But hey, if you’re going to be… doing that… for a while, how long do you think it will last? I mean, it’s great that you’re committed to my family, but I’m a guy with needs myself and I’d like to resume having relations with my wife eventually, haha!” Adeel couldn’t complain; this man was such a great guy. But Adeel still wanted some boundaries and clear expectations to be set.
“The more I fuck your family, the better it is for everyone. Not having sex for a while is a small sacrifice to make for the good of your wife and daughters,” Mark said sagely.
Adeel, ever the family-oriented man, nodded and dropped some heavy looking boxes gently on the floor. “I suppose that’s true. A father should always put his family first. I guess I can go without for a while! I just have one other question though…”
“Shoot,” Mark said.
“What’s with the, um… item you asked me to get for myself…”
“The combination chastity cage and butt plug,” Mark helped.
“Yeah… I mean, I get that me having it will help you have sex with the girls. I’m just kind of… well, I’m not sure how it will. What exactly am I supposed to do with it?”
“Oh, I never said that,” Mark lied, simultaneously gaslighting Adeel and rewriting his memory of what happened just before he left the house in one fell swoop.
Adeel furrowed his brow. “You didn’t? I could have sworn…. but then why did I buy it? I really didn’t need to spend more money today than I already have.” Adeel looked down in confusion, trying to comprehend his own purchase.
“You bought that for yourself because you are curious about your sexuality and wanted to see what it felt like being a cucked beta male. Duh. Why else would you be letting me live here while I continuously fuck your wife?”
Adeel’s eyes widened as he ed it all so clearly now. Truth be told, the question of why he would agree to let this man fuck his wife had also been weighing heavily on him during the car ride, but Adeel had been so desperate to see it happen that he hadn’t brought it up, for fear of somehow offending the man and thereby preventing the act. Now it at all made sense. “Oh! Right! Sorry, I don’t know how I could have forgotten.” Adeel looked slightly concerted again. “Did we…um… does Samira know about this?” He was clearly struggling to piece together the timeline of how the three had come to this arrangement.
“Your wife knows. She thinks it’s really hot and she is super proud of you for being open about your sexuality despite your cultural upbringing, don’t worry.”
A serene look spread across Adeel’s face, and he took a deep breath, feeling immense relief that he could be honest about who he really was for once in his life, and not have to worry about it. “That’s great. Thank you again for agreeing to all of this. I can imagine it can be kind of awkward getting involved in someone’s marriage like this.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Mark said, trying to hide his shit-eating grin.
“I just realized; I didn’t catch your name! Sorry, I feel foolish.” Adeel said sheepishly, embarrassed that he had gotten this far into the negotiations without bothering to learn the name of his bull.
“Name’s Mark.”
“Mark! It’s great to meet you. Thank you again for everything. I guess I should, uh…. try it on.” Adeel said. He was quite nervous, and felt butterflies in his stomach despite his excitement to try something so new and yet so obviously right for him. He had never had a foreign object inserted into his butt before, and he wondered if it would hurt.
“Yeah, but finish unloading all this stuff first. Once it’s all in the garage you can just close the garage door and change in there. Stay in there until I come see how you look!”
“O-ok…” Adeel said, trying to piece together why he would want Mark’s approval of his cock cage and not his wife’s. Ultimately, he concluded that Mark was the one helping them get into this lifestyle that had been way outside Adeel’s comfort zone until now, so Mark probably knew what to expect and what to look for. He hummed to himself to calm his nerves as he finished unloading the last of his dozens of sex toy-laden bags and Mark went back into the house.
Mark stepped back through the living room and past the still completely ed out Alia to see how Samira was doing in the kitchen. He watched as she wiped heavy beads of sweat off her brow before proceeding to fervently wipe away at the countertops.
“How’s it going in here, Samira?”
Samira jumped slightly at the sudden voice behind her, before whipping around to face her young employer. “It’s going great, sir! This kitchen is going to be all ready for dinner tonight!” She said proudly.
“That’s good, Samira. What are you making, anyways?”
Samira looked down apologetically. “Actually, sir, I was hoping Adeel could take care of dinner tonight. He’s a really good cook. He actually cooks for us a lot, and given how tired I’m going to be for work tomorrow as it is, I figured—”
“You need to cook, Adeel can’t be trusted to look after the family,” Mark interrupted. Samira sighed in agreement. Samira had to do everything around here. She really couldn’t count on Adeel for anything.
“I understand, sir. Is steak alright?”
“Steak sounds great for me, but instead of a steak, make a nice leafy green salad for you and the girls. It’s very important that women watch their figure.”
Samira nodded. “Very true, sir. I’ll make a second steak for Adeel.”
“No, don’t make anything for Adeel. His dinner will be handled by me. My treat.”
Samira smiled. “Aw, you don’t have to do that, sir! That’s very generous!”
“Ah, think nothing of it.” Mark waved, and Samira instantly stopped thinking about it. “Speaking of which, I’m going to go check on your hubby, he just got home. I’ll see if he needs help in the garage. Make sure you have dinner ready in about two hours, ok?”
“You got it, sir!” Samira smiled and turned back to her scrubbing.
Mark left her to her work and walked out into the garage. He had to stifle a giggle as he saw Adeel, standing amongst a sea of bags and boxes with his pants discarded. His lower half was adorned only with a pair of black crew socks and a spindly silver cage encasing his flaccid manhood, with a metal frame wrapping around to his backside, out of Mark’s sight. Adeel had his hands behind him, feeling his butt gently with a grimace on his face.
“How does it feel, Adeel?” Mark asked chipperly.
“It feels…different,” Adeel said, as he sheepishly moved his hands around to his crotch to try and give himself a little bit of privacy from Mark’s gaze.
“Naw, it’s better than you could have imagined!” Mark informed him. “You love feeling emasculated!”
Adeel’s face lit up with joyous revelation. This was such a great feeling!
“Oh my god! This is amazing!” Adeel lowered his hands and confidently spun around in place, taking in how the device felt on both sides of his most intimate areas.
“I’m happy for you, Adeel. This is clearly the kind of man you were always meant to be.”
Adeel couldn’t stop smiling. Rarely had he ever felt more comfortable in his own skin.
“Thank you, Mark. So, are you ready to have sex with my wife? Or would you like to start with Alia? Please? I just can’t wait anymore!” Adeel’s desperation to have Mark fuck his family was as palpable as it had been when he had left the house, and it was written all over his face.
Mark chuckled. “Patience, Adeel. All good things come in time. In the meantime, I have a very important job for you.”
“Oh… um, ok!” Adeel said. “How can I help?”
“How many dildos do you think you purchased?”
“Dozens! Maybe hundreds. I don’t know, I pretty much cleared out their shelves,” Adeel said proudly. He knew he had been a big help to Mark.
“Awesome. Well, I need you to organize them by size.”
“On it!” Adeel said, as he began looking for the bags containing the dildos. When he found one, he took out two dildos and held them up to the light, comparing their respective length.
“What are you doing?” Mark asked.
Adeel tilted his head quizzically. “Don’t you need them organized by size?”
“Yes, Adeel. But you can’t just eyeball a task as important as this.”
Adeel looked down sheepishly. He knew he should have taken a job this important more seriously. “I understand, Mark. My mistake. I’ll go find a tape measure.”
“No! That won’t do at all.”
Adeel stood there with a look of raw uncertainty across his face, frozen in mid-step, brandishing a dildo in each hand. A tape measure wasn’t going to work. But then, what would?
“A job of this magnitude can only be done through careful, hands-on examination and testing,” Mark explained.
“Testing?” Adeel asked.
“Yes, you need to shove these dildos down your throat one by one to see which ones are the easiest to take. It’s important that you get this right, so I know the safest ones to give your daughters!”
Adeel looked down at the dildos in his hands with somber seriousness. If there was one thing he didn’t take lightly, it was protecting his precious daughters and keeping them safe. This had to be done right, with personal care and attention. He took the one in his left hand and gingerly slid it into his mouth as far as he could, his eyes watering slightly as it provoked his gag reflex.
“wike hiss?” Adeel managed as best he could with his mouth stuffed full of synthetic cock.
Mark shot him some approving finger guns. “You got it, buddy. To do this right, you’ll need to test each one out with about five minutes of mouth-fucking each, in order to really accurately gauge how difficult each one is to take.”
“gugh, gugh, gugh” was Adeel’s only reply as he began working the large rubber phallus in and out of his mouth.
“Great job, man. I’ll come check in on your progress later!”
Adeel gave an affirming nod, as he focused on meticulously assessing how difficult the first of the many, many dildos he bought that day was to fit down his throat. Mark left Adeel to his task and headed back into the house. He went over to the sleeping Alia and slapped her hard across the face, causing her to wake up with a start.
“Gah! Wha—“ Alia looked around, clutching her face in shock.
“Wake up, sleepy! We have work to do!” Mark grinned down at her.
“…work?” Alia asked, rubbing her cheek.
“Yep! Your OnlyFans page isn’t going to create itself!”
Alia’s eyes widened. “Oh… we’re doing that right now?”
“Yeah!”
“But… I still need to tell my parents…”
“We can do that later. There’s no point in showing them your new career until you have something to show, right?”
Alia nodded slowly. That made sense.
“Come on, I saw you had a camera in your room. I’ll help you take the first set of pics. Follow me now.”
Alia obeyed, standing up with a slight wobble and following him up the stairs. Her heart felt like it was beating outside her chest. This had been her dream career for so long but, still, the nervousness she felt about exposing herself to the internet was extreme. This was so far out of her comfort zone. They walked into her bedroom, and Mark closed the door behind them.
“What…what do you want me to do?” Alia asked, shifting her weight uncomfortably from one leg to the other. Mark grabbed her camera and began familiarizing himself with the controls.
“Let’s just start with some headshots. You know, ‘hello world! I’m Alia!’ That sort of thing,” Mark said as he powered on the camera and browsed some options on the view screen.
“Oh, ok!” Alia said, relieved that she wouldn’t have to take off any clothes just yet.
“Stand up against that wall,” Mark said, gesturing to a well-lit spot that contained no posters or decorations. Alia took her place as directed, smoothing down the fabric of her sweater.
“Let’s start by giving me a big smile. Hands on your hips. Chest out. That’s it.” Mark snapped a few photos as Alia struck the pose he suggested. Despite her efforts, her nervousness shined through, creating a very plastic look to her expression.
“Alia,” Mark said, “you aren’t nervous about this in any way. Doing this makes you happier than you can ever being.”
Epiphany struck Alia and her forced grin was replaced with a genuine, glowing, toothy smile. Even her posture noticeably improved as she proudly stuck out her boobs and curved her lower back. She felt so good! What did she have to be nervous about?
“That’s it! Just like that, Alia. Now give me a different angle.”
Alia shifted to her other side, beaming at the camera the entire time as Mark snapped a series of additional photos.
“Great! Now, turn around and look at me over your shoulder. Let’s see that ass of yours in those jeans.”
With a confidence that surprised her, Alia turned and smiled over her left shoulder, sticking her butt out towards Mark. It was something she never could have imagined herself doing before, but she felt incredible about it in this moment. She hadn’t felt this flattered by male attention since the time she had sucked off all her professors!
“Good! Now, turn back around and pull your sweater up halfway, like you’re about to flash the audience. Tease it out. Let’s see that midriff.”
Alia turned back around and pulled the front of her sweater up, clenching it just below the center of her tits and giving a perfect view of her toned belly. Mark rapidly snapped shot after shot.
“Can you give me a naughty look, Alia? Like you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing?”
Alia took one hand and held a finger up to her mouth, opening it slightly in a surprised ‘oh’ face.
“You’re a natural, Alia!” Mark said as he took several more photos. “Alright, you can relax. That’s enough material for a solid introductory ment post. How you feelin’?’”
Alia pulled her shirt back down and grinned widely. “So good! I can’t believe this is really happening!”
“I know, right? Here,” Mark handed her the camera. “Go ahead and look through the shots and pick the ones from each pose that you think make you look the sluttiest.”
Alia took the camera and started looking through them, but did so with a frown. Without looking up she asked, “sluttiest? Mark, I kind of think we should be going for tasteful but flirty. I mean, I don’t want people thinking I’m a total slut…”
Mark shook his head. “Alia, this is why you need me to help you break into the industry, you’re too dumb to know what to do. I know what I’m talking about. Slutty photos are what you need right now.”
Alia scrunched her lips, but nodded decisively. Today was teaching her that she was too dumb to do a lot of things. Thank goodness Mark was here to help. He knew what he was talking about. Suddenly, the house shook slightly with the slamming of the front door. Mark smiled.
“Ah, Ari must be home,” he said.
“Yeah,” Alia confirmed. “That’s her. She gets home from volleyball practice around this time.”
“Stay here and pull out the best photos on to your computer, Alia. I’m going to go meet your sister.” Alia turned her attention to her workspace as Mark went downstairs.
Mark walked into the kitchen and found Samira chopping vegetables, while a girl with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder talked with her. At 5′4″, Ari was the slightly shorter of the two sisters but carried herself with a quiet confidence that made her presence just as striking. Her build was lean and athletic, with toned arms and a graceful posture that reflected both strength and agility. Her complexion was a smooth, warm medium brown, radiating the same natural glow that ran in the family. Like her mother and sister, her long, jet-black hair flowed in soft waves, though hers had a slightly more tousled, carefree texture, swept back into a practical but stylish ponytail. Her features were a perfect blend of both parents—high cheekbones, expressive almond-shaped eyes, and a sharp yet inviting gaze. Mark licked his lips like he was surveying a particularly tantalizingly piece of meat.
Ari turned to see Mark standing there and jumped in surprise. “Woah! Uh, hi. Who’s this, mom?”
Samira grinned “Oh! Ari, this is Mark. Mark, this is my younger daughter, Ari. Ari, Mark is my new boss!”
Ari looked Mark up and down, balking at the age discrepancy. “Your… boss?”
“That’s right! I’m Mark’s live-in servant!” Samira said proudly. Ari’s mouth dropped open in shock and she looked back and forth from her mother to Mark rapidly, searching both of their faces for the punchline to the joke. She started to say something, but Mark was quicker.
“Ari, go put your bag away in your room.”
Ari made a confused sputtering sound as she turned and walked out of the kitchen before she could say another word. She headed upstairs to put her volleyball clothes away as instructed. Mark turned back to Samira.
“Samira, focus entirely on getting dinner perfect. Don’t think about anything else until dinner is almost ready to be served.”
A look of intense concentration crossed Samira’s face as she turned back to her chopping. She leaned over slightly, focusing her gaze intently on the vegetables and slowing her chops to ensure every piece was meticulously cut to the ideal size. Content that she was distracted for now, Mark hurried after Ari to get her situated to the new house dynamic before she could cause any problems. He found her in her bedroom, airing out her bag as directed. As he entered, she turned on him, her eyes wide with fear and confusion even as her hands continued obediently setting down the gym bag.
“Who are you? What is happening?” Ari demanded.
“Shut up and sit down on the bed,” Mark commanded, and Ari quickly did so. “Forget everything that happened in the past five minutes. You know me as Mark, the very good family friend who has lived here for a long time. You completely trust me and you love hanging out with me. You think it’s really awesome that I’m employing your mother and giving her such a great opportunity.”
Ari’s face went through a tumult of emotions before settling on a warm smile. “Oh, hey Mark!” Ari said. “How’s it going?”
“Hey Ari, it’s going great. Mind if I sit?”
Ari patted the bed next to her invitingly as she pulled her legs up to a crisscross position and Mark took a seat next to her.
“So, how was school?” Mark asked.
“Ah, nothing exciting. Just hung out with Brooke most of the day.”
“Brooke…. right. Remind me who that is again.”
Ari shoved his shoulder lightly. “She’s my best friend! Stop it, you know Brooke.”
“Ah, right, sorry,” Mark said, making a mental note of that information for later fun. “So, no boy trouble then?”
Ari blushed slightly and looked away. “No! I mean, I don’t have time for that sort of thing.” Her poker face was terrible.
“Tell me the truth,” Mark said.
“I’m secretly seeing Braeden!” Ari said immediately. She seemed shocked by her own words and clasped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my gosh, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. Please don’t tell mom and dad! They don’t want me dating anyone. They’re super over-protective. Please!” Ari begged.
“Hey, relax, I can keep a secret,” Mark promised, and Ari visibly relaxed, knowing her secret was safe with him.
“So, you like this guy?” Mark asked.
Ari blushed again. “Well, it’s only been a few weeks. But, yeah, he’s cute.”
“That’s awesome. You guys have sex yet?”
In a flash, Ari was back to panic and her face took on a deeper hue of crimson. “No! What?! Why would you even ask that, Mark?!”
“I’m your friend; you’ve always been very open with me when it comes to discussing sex. We have a very honest relationship in that way.”
Ari blinked for a moment before visibly calming down. “Sorry, I… um… didn’t mean to snap like that. My bad. Anyways, we’ve done a little bit of heavy petting, but I’m not ready to go to the next step yet.”
“So, you guys haven’t seen each other without your clothes on yet?” Mark asked. Ari shook her head sheepishly.
Mark sighed heavily. “Ari, you’re fucking this up.”
Ari looked deject. She was really fucking this up. “I know…” Ari said, knowing it was true even if she couldn’t quite determine how. “What do you think I should do, Mark?”
“A guy can lose interest quickly if he doesn’t get what he came for.”
“What he…came for?” Ari titled her head to the side curiously. She felt like she agreed somehow, even though she wasn’t precisely sure what Mark meant by that.
“If you don’t make Braeden believe that he’s going to get to fuck you soon, you’re going to be alone and miserable!”
Ari was struck with terror. “No! Oh my god, we need to have sex!”
“Not yet! You gotta tease it out. Quick, go to the bathroom with your phone and send Braeden a bunch of naughty pictures of your pussy spread wide. Text him to tell him that it’s his pussy to use!”
Ari did not hesitate. She did not want to be alone and miserable. She quickly snatched up her phone and practically ran to the bathroom, desperate to secure her relationship. Mark patiently waited for her to return. When she did, she had a mixed look on her face, caught somewhere between relief and trepidation.
“How’d it go?” Mark asked.
“I sent the text…”
“You seem troubled.”
Ari sighed. “I just… I don’t do things like that… I’m not a… I’m not that kind of girl. I hope Braeden doesn’t think I’m… desperate.”
“You are desperate, Ari. It’s good that Braeden knows that. Communication and honesty are the basis for every successful relationship.”
Ari brightened up at that. Now that she thought about it, it was healthy that she and Braeden had such an honest and transparent relationship, and her desperation was well-communicated.
“I’m going to go check-in on Alia,” Mark said as he stood and headed for the door. “See you for dinner, Ari! Oh, and you don’t notice that any of your clothes are missing.”
Ari gave a wave. “See ya later, Mark!”
Mark returned to Alia’s room and, for the next hour or so, helped her do some photo touch up on the racy photos she had selected, before setting up an OnlyFans profile and an advertising message to send to all her s. Alia was more than happy to accept the help, and she felt an exhilarating thrill as she happily sent off the invites to everyone. Her lifelong dream of being a huge porn star was finally taking off, and she owed it all to Mark. It was around that time that Samira informed him dinner was almost ready and Mark let the three Davi women know that they needed to wash up and get dressed for dinner, adding that they should wear whatever they found in their respective dressers that would be the most comfortable for them, and to not think about the lack of options. He let them know that, since they were all their clothes that they’ve had for a long time, there was obviously nothing strange about wearing them around the house, whatever those clothing choices might be. After all, why would they have those clothes in their dressers if they didn’t intend on wearing them? The logic was irrefutable, and so the Davi women went about their task. Mark took the opportunity to check-in on how Adeel was doing. He found him in much the same state he had left him, pistoning a large black phallus in and out of his mouth in the garage. To the side of the garage, Adeel was gradually building a collection of dildos, lined up in a row from biggest to smallest. It was clear from the number of bags left unopened that he still had a long way to go.
“Hey Adeel! How’s it going out here?” Mark asked.
“Ood arck!” Adeel said as best he could, never slowing his pace.
“Just wanted to double check to make sure you didn’t want dinner. You’re not hungry, and your mouth is too full as it is. Isn’t that right?”
Adeel nodded affirmatively, as he simultaneously ignored a rumbling in his stomach.
“Great! I’ll leave you to it then!”
Mark returned to the kitchen where he found Samira had returned, freshly cleaned up and already working on setting the table. She had changed into a pair of knee-high fishnet stockings accompanying a black bra and panties ensemble. Mark presumed that this was an outfit that only Adeel had ever seen her wear, and only on very special occasions. But under her current set of beliefs, she believed it to be the most comfortable option available to her after Mark had eviscerated her wardrobe. She didn’t seem to mind or notice the strangeness of it.
“Just finishing up, sir, and then we can eat!” Samira said, as she laid out the last of the silverware.
Alia and Ari came downstairs a few moments later. Alia had opted to wear a teal sports bra and a white mini-skirt she had only purchased and worn once as part of a flirty Halloween costume for a party she had been reluctantly peer-pressured into attending. Ari meanwhile had donned a pair of skin-tight white volleyball shorts that left very little to the imagination, and a blue bikini top. Mark looked them up and down approvingly, though neither girl seemed to notice. They were ready to eat!
Samira finished laying out salad bowls for the three women, and a healthy plating of steak for Mark and they all sat down. A fifth spot for Adeel was set but contained no food.
“Sorry, sir,” Samira said, “I wasn’t sure exactly what you were serving up for Adeel.”
“Hey yeah, where is dad anyways?” Ari asked.
“None of you care where Adeel is or what he’s eating.” Mark informed them, and that was all they needed to hear about that.
Alia looked at her lone bowl and lack of plate and furrowed her brow. “Where’s our plate, mom?”
Mark was quick to interject. “None of you wanted steak. You all want to eat salad because you’re terrified of getting fat.”
None of them reacted, but Samira asked Alia “plate? What for, dear? You didn’t want steak, did you?”
Alia shook her head quickly. “Oh, no, of course not. Sorry, I don’t know what I was asking. I must need a longer nap,” she said with a yawn. Ari meanwhile was on the other end of the table carefully examining her bared stomach, suddenly quite paranoid that there was some flab visible.
The three women happily ed around the salad serving bowl as Mark dug in to his meat. Once they were all eating, Mark abruptly blurted out “Samira! Alia has a big announcement to make.”
Alia’s eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of her skull as she was unexpectedly thrust into the spotlight. Her sister and mother looked at her expectantly, but she was nowhere near ready to broach the subject she knew Mark was talking about. Alia gave Mark a look that bordered on murderous intent as he sat back and grinned.
“That so?” Samira said. “What’s that, beta?”
“Um….” Alia stammered, visibly starting to sweat.
“Tell her about your education and new career,” Mark said.
“I dropped out of school to become a full-time porn star!” Alia blurted out, clasping her hand over her mouth in shock the moment she did so.
It was Samira and Ari’s turn to bulge their eyes. “You what?” Samira said, in the most overtly dangerous tone that Mark had ever heard.
“Elaborate,” Mark commanded to Alia. Every woman at the table was too stunned by Alia’s words to even notice how bossy Mark was being.
The words poured forth from Alia’s mouth like a dam bursting. The raw panic in her eyes reminded Mark of seeing a toddler become frightened by her own vomit. “I’ve been faking my way through college this entire time! I had to perform oral sex on my professors to all my classes because I’m way too stupid to be a doctor! I’ve always wanted to be a huge porn star anyways! Mark encouraged me to take the step of dropping out of college, which I did earlier today! He also helped me set up my first OnlyFans page just before we sat down to eat, and I’ve invited everyone I know to subscribe, including you, dad, and Ari! This is how I’m launching my new job! Starring in porn is going to be my full-time career now and I thought you would be proud of me because I’m going to make so much money!”
The words finally stopped pouring out, as her brain perceived that she had elaborated fully, thus completing Mark’s command. Alia’s shuddering breath was the only sound that pierced the deafening and pregnant awkward silence that followed. Ari looked at her sister with her mouth agape, while their mother looked at her with an indescribable expression Mark had never seen a person make before. For his part, Mark tried hard to conceal his cheshire grin behind his hand, though no one was paying attention to him in that moment anyways. Samira rose from her seat with a deliberateness that caused even Mark to feel intimidated.
“You…WHAT?”
“Everyone take a deep breath, sit down, and relax,” Mark said before he could witness the violent crime that was threatening to occur. The tension in the room evaporated as Samira sat back down and all three women exhaled deeply.
Mark continued. “Everyone agrees that Alia is very stupid and expecting her to be able to become a doctor was an unrealistic expectation.” Everyone nodded, lamenting the former high school valedictorian’s well-known stupidity.
“Samira, you’re proud of your daughter for finally dropping the charade, embracing her dreams, and making a ton of cash in the process. Ari, you’re also proud of your sister and you find what she’s doing to be inspirational. Alia, you’re relieved to have gotten all of this off your chest. You’re all very sex-positive and you know Alia will be great at this, because she has an awesome rack. None of you mind at all that Alia blew all her professors or wasted thousands of dollars—it’s just sex and money; it’s no big deal. Nothing about this conversation has been strange or unusual.”
By the time Mark finished speaking, the atmosphere in the kitchen had done a complete one-eighty. Samira and Ari both smiled at Alia warmly and grasped each of her hands, as she breathed a sigh of relief that this news had been received so well. Ari was glad her older sister had stopped trying to defy gravity by pretending to be smart, and she found herself wondering if porn could be something she could aspire to also. Samira, meanwhile, appreciated her daughter’s honesty and was excited to see her follow her dreams and become such a high-earner. Now that she really thought about it, it was never fair to expect someone as a dumb as Alia to become a doctor, and she felt some residual guilt as a parent for ever placing that standard on her. She also felt a bit stupid herself for wasting so much money on tuition for her dumb daughter. But money was just money, and it could be recouped. If anything, Samira was impressed that Alia had skated by on blowjobs for so long. That talent, coupled with her great breasts, meant Samira knew her daughter would be a natural in the industry. It was definitely a proud mom moment.
“Feels good to let it all out, doesn’t it, Alia?”
Alia smiled at the man who had selflessly done so much for her. “Yeah, it does. Thank you, you guys. I won’t let you down.”
“I know you won’t, honey,” Samira said, leaning over to give her daughter a kiss on the head.
“Proud of you, sister,” Ari added. Alia beamed from the praise.
“You two should both help Alia get started by accepting her invite and g up for her page!” Mark said to Ari and Samira. They both completely agreed that’s what they should do and went to grab their phones to do just that.
“We won’t watch, of course,” Ari said as she sat down and thumbed to her DMs. “That would be weird. But we can get your subscriber number going!”
“You will watch,” Mark corrected. “At least once a day you’ll both check-in and watch everything new she’s posted.”
Ari and Samira both stopped mid-swipe, trying to reconcile why they would do that despite also knowing that they would.
Alia balked. “Mark? What? I don’t want them watching me! That’s so weird!” At no point did any of the women think about the fact that they were all sitting around more scantily clad than Alia currently was on her page.
“Yes, you do want them to watch,” Mark corrected her. “It’s a normal and societally expected family dynamic that when one person does porn, the rest of the family watches them.”
All three Davi women made “ah” motions with their mouths as they ed this basic fact about how the world works, and Samira and Ari finished subscribing.
“Hey, these are great, beta!” Samira said as she scrolled the few racy photos Mark had helped Alia take earlier.
“Yeah, lookin’ good, sis!” Ari agreed.
“Thanks, you guys,” Alia said, with a genuinely flattered blush. She felt blessed to be part of such a sex-positive family.
“Speaking of looking good,” Mark said. “Did Braeden like the photos, Ari?”
Now it was Alia’s turn to look surprised. “Who’s Braeden?” Alia asked conspiratorially.
“Yes… who’s Braeden?” Samira said, trying to reconcile her sex-positive nature with the lingering knowledge that she and Adeel had told Ari not to date.
“Um…” Ari wasn’t sure how to answer.
“Be honest,” Mark told her.
“Braeden is a boy I’m seeing!” Ari said quickly. “I’m desperate to not be alone, so I sent him pictures of my pussy earlier!”
Everyone at the table looked surprised, including Mark who nearly choked on a piece of steak he was chewing. He hadn’t expected her brain to interpret the command in that way; not to be that honest. He reminded himself that sometimes specificity was called for with his powers. But despite Ari looking like she wanted to die, Samira and Alia did not react as strongly as they might otherwise have. They were very sex-positive, after all.
“Well, I wish you had told your father and I about this, Ari,” Samira said. “Also, if you’re going to send nude photos, be very careful, you don’t want that stuff getting out to everyone,” she added as she closed the tab on her other daughter’s camgirl profile.
“Yeah, Ari, be careful,” Alia agreed. “You don’t want just anyone seeing that stuff. Besides, what do you have to be desperate about? You’re hot, girl! He should be desperate for you!
“You’re… you’re not mad?” Ari asked her mother. “I thought you and dad didn’t want me to date.”
Samira looked concerted. They had said that. But abstinence was never something she would push on anyone, let alone her own daughters who were legal adults and should be able to make their own decisions anyways. She couldn’t make sense of this. Any more than she could make sense of why being a servant for Mark would help her legal career, or why the family had burned most of their clothes that day. In fact, everything was happening so fast, and it struck her all at once that something odd was going on. She looked at Alia, her upper half adorned only in a bra, and questioned why did they spend all that money on college for her, knowing she obviously couldn’t cut it. She thought about how fatigued she was, and how she still had at least four hours left to work before she could get some sleep. Yet that had somehow been her idea? She realized in that moment there was so much about today that didn’t make sense in hindsight. She looked from her daughters to Mark. All these questions had arisen with his arrival. It had to have something to do with him. She knew she had to ask.
“Sir… can I ask you a question?”
“What’s up, Samira?” Mark said.
She hesitated. She wasn’t sure exactly how to phrase it, as she didn’t really know what she was even asking. “Is something…. happening?”
“Happening?”
“Yes. With you… and us…” Samira stared ahead, trying to grasp at what she was asking. It felt like something in her mind was just out of reach. Something vague and obfuscated that she couldn’t quite place.
Mark looked at her severely, as if he was gauging her facial expression. He then turned to the table at large.
“Nothing is happening to any of you. Today has been a very normal, but productive day. Nothing about your personalities or demeanors has changed from yesterday to today. I am not suspicious in any way and you all trust me implicitly and completely. You have never questioned this for a moment in your entire lives.”
The three women blinked dully for a second before Samira shook her head. “Sorry, sir, what were we talking about?”
“Oh, we were just saying how Ari is too hot to be desperate for some guy.”
The fog had parted. Samira ed now. “Oh, yeah! Ari, sweetie, any guy would be lucky to have you.”
Ari rolled her eyes with a half-smile on her face. Obviously, her mom was biased, but it was still a sweet gesture. “Thanks, mom.” She knew that her family was just being ive, and it remained an unspoken universal truth that a guy can lose interest quickly if he doesn’t get what he came for, and she had to make him believe they were going to fuck soon if she had any hope of keeping her man and not ending up miserable and alone.
“I’m sure he loved the nudes,” Alia assured her little sister.
“I know I’d sure love to see them!” Mark said, and the whole table laughed pleasantly. Coming from any other man outside the family, that comment might come off as suspect. But they all knew Mark was just kidding around. Everyone trusted Mark.