Chapter 3
By the time Janie and Sam returned home, Stella’s dinner preparations were well under way. She leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of red wine in her hand, looking very pleased with herself. The salad was ready, the casserole pan was already in the oven, and the smell of melted cheese filled the apartment.
“I found the remote, baby,” Stella said, taking off her apron. “Someone put it in the box with the rope.”
“Oops.” Janie giggled. “I can see how that might happen.”
Stella turned to Sam. “So, how did you like the office?”
“I’m still processing,” Sam said, peering into the oven. “Is that lasagna? That smells delicious.”
“Yes. It’s my dad’s recipe. Much better than what you’d get in most restaurants.” She opened the cupboard. “Do you want wine, Sam? Or soda?”
“I’ll stick with water, if that’s okay.”
“Sure, sure.”
Sam sat down at the counter. “And that business model… works? There are people who pay for that?”
“It’s like printing money,” Stella said. “When Janie first suggested it, I thought she’d gone nuts. But we have a lot of loyal customers, and most nights and weekends we’re fully booked.”
Janie nodded. “Quinn has a fetish-oriented nightclub, and she used her platform to advertise. After that, business went through the roof. We have people come in from all over the city.”
“Huh.” Sam took the glass of water Janie handed her and took a sip. “Auntie, may I ask a very personal question?”
Janie turned toward her. “Sure, sweetie. What’s on your mind?”
“Have you… have you always been into women?”
“Well, my teens were confusing as Hell, and I had no clue what I was doing, but I never had any doubt about that.”
“Me neither,” Stella said. “I tried out a boyfriend once, just to be extra sure, but it felt wrong. No attraction whatsoever, with no man. Why? Are you having doubts about your sexuality? Because that’s a perfectly normal thing at your age.”
“No, no, I was just curious. I’m attracted to men; maybe a bit too much. That cabbie who took us home today? He got me all worked up.”
“That’s teenage hormones,” Janie said with a shrug. “Don’t worry about it.”
“My cute little wife still gets me all worked up,” Stella said, leaning in for a kiss. “When she smiles at me this way, I just want to rip off her clothes and ravage her.”
Janie laughed. “Same here.”
“She saved me from wasting my life as a waitress. Being hit on by men, day in and day out, and always with the same old lines…”
“Well, I can totally see why someone would be hitting on you, baby.”
Sam snatched Stella’s wine glass out of the way just before it became a victim of Janie’s kiss. It was a display of love and passion she had never seen from any other couple in her family. She took a tiny sip from the wine, then set it down.
“Did any of you ever…” she gestured vaguely, “You know… with a man?”
Janie and Stella exchanged glances.
“What?” Sam asked, her eyes darting from Janie to Stella and back again. “So you have. But it’s okay, I know it’s none of my business. It’s just… I can’t really ask Mom for advice. She refuses to talk about sex.”
“Your niece is an adult,” Stella said, taking back her glass. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of anyway.”
Janie shrugged. “Okay. Then you tell her.”
Stella sat down and let a few seconds pass. “If you’ve been in Janie’s office,” she started, “then you’ve seen the movie poster, right? Waddle and Riot?”
“Yes. Janie worked there as a technical consultant.”
“Oh, she did more than that. Janie and I, we’re big fans of Quinn’s movies, and we played in one of the dream scenes.”
Sam’s eyes went wide. “You were in a porn movie?”
“We were at the set of Waddle and Riot for Janie’s consulting gig, and it wasn’t planned. But when they offered to shoot a private scene, we just couldn’t refuse. The scene turned out so great, they asked if they could use it in the movie.”
“I looked it up on my phone,” Sam said. “It’s a dirty movie, right? Like, really dirty. If Mom ever sees my browser history, I'll be grounded for life.”
Stella nodded. “It’s dirty, all right. They changed our faces in post so that we’re not immediately recognizable. And after that, we got tons of offers, and we did a few more movies.”
“That’s how we got the seed money for the business,” Janie said. “And the rest is history.”
“Wait, wait, wait. So that’s when you had sex with a man?”
Stella laughed. “One?”
After spending a quiet evening in front of the TV with Janie and Stella, Sam changed into her pajamas, brushed her teeth, and said goodnight. The guest room, her domain for the duration of her stay, was equipped with a king-sized bed, a large closet, and a TV set across the bed.
She retreated under the covers and picked up the remote from the nightstand. With a chime, the entertainment system started and listed pages upon pages of movies and shows. There was plenty she hadn’t seen yet, but nothing really stood out. On a whim, she clicked on the search box.
What was the name? Serena Starlight?
Typing it out with the remote was awkward, but when the result came back, she almost didn’t believe her eyes. Waddle and Riot was right on top, she had expected that, and so were its two sequels. That wasn’t all.
Oh my Gosh. Thirteen movies?!
Her eyes went wider and wider as she browsed the descriptions. The women on the covers wore makeup and wigs, but she recognized her aunts on most of them. One movie in particular caught her interest: the cover of Sinful Slave Sisters showed both Janie and Stella in a submissive kneeling position – stark naked with gleaming steel collars around their necks.
With bated breath, she turned the volume to its lowest setting and pressed play.
The movie seemed professionally produced, with good lighting and a realistic-looking dungeon in a medieval castle. Even the first scene didn’t disappoint. With her hand down her pajama bottoms and her hard nipples poking through the top, Sam watched the wild scene unfold in front of her. She had browsed porn sites before – AI-created trash mostly – and it hadn’t done much for her. This, however, was different.
Ten minutes in, a knock on the door interrupted her. Frantically, she pulled her hand out and almost dropped the remote, but managed to turn off the TV.
“Y-yes?”
The door opened and Janie's face appeared. “I just wanted to bring you a glass of water. You need to hydrate. You’ve been out all day in the sun.”
“Thanks.”
Janie walked in and set the glass on the nightstand. “If you want to watch a show, we’ve got all the streaming services.” She picked up the remote. “I’ll show you how it works.”
Before Sam could protest, Janie pressed the power button.
On the screen, the outrageous scene continued. Janie, sandwiched between two men and locked in a passionate kiss with Stella, had one man’s massive cock in her ass and a second man’s slightly smaller one in her pussy.
A third man had his dick buried in Stella’s butt and had the leashes locked to both Janie’s and Stella’s collars wrapped around his hand. Stella was furiously rubbing her clit as she deepened the kiss, her eyes glazing over.
“Slave Sisters,” Janie said with a chuckle. She hit the pause button. “I see you found our movies.”
Sam felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “I know I shouldn’t snoop, I’m sorry. I was just curious.” She swallowed hard. “How can you even handle someone this big? He’s as big as my forearm!”
“Marvin? That takes a lot of practice and a lot of lube.” Janie pressed the play button, bringing the scene back to life. “It was a lot of fun shooting that one. Plenty of bondage and spankings. And extremely dirty.”
“It’s really hot. But so far, it isn’t dirty.”
“Wait for it. Stella and I ate lots of fiber and didn’t go to the bathroom for a few days.” Janie sat down on the bed as Sam kept staring at the screen. “There should be a closeup of Marvin’s dick coming up any moment. Ah, yes, there it is. Take a look.”
“Oh my Gosh! Is that…?”
“Yep, that’s poop,” Janie said, watching Sam with growing amusement. “Fair warning: when you take something this large up your butt, it takes a while until it closes again. And whatever’s in there? You won’t be able to hold it back.”
Disbelieving, Sam stared at the naked woman being manhandled on the screen, then at her aunt in her burgundy silk dressing gown. It was hard to believe they were the same person. She sat up straight in bed, the unmistakable scent of her own arousal hitting her nose. If Janie smelled it, she didn’t let on.
“It’s a small niche,” Janie said, watching Marvin pull out his extremely soiled dick. “Some people are into it, and they’re the most loyal fans you could imagine. I’ve been out of the business for two years, and I still get messages almost daily.”
“I just… I never thought a lesbian would do that. With a man, I mean.”
“Well, it’s a performance, and a well-paid one. I don’t think I could ever be in a romantic relationship with a man.” Janie chuckled. “It was a wild ride. Stella and I had seventeen male co-stars in that movie. Plus Quinn – she played our evil stepmother.”
“S-seventeen?! And you had… all of them?”
“Every single one, and we shot most scenes multiple times.”
“Really?”
Janie laughed. “Really. And the whole group at once in the final scene. Believe me, we were really exhausted at the wrap party.” Janie got up and pressed a kiss on Sam’s forehead. “Enjoy the movie, and don’t stay up all night.”