"Exactly," Holmes said, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of a man who had just played a winning hand. "I saw the numbers on that scene she did with Sasha. It was a goldmine. I knew then that we had to bring her into the fold, one way or another."

​I watched Jess on the mattress. She was still locked in that intense rhythm with Willow, her body a masterpiece of slick skin and straining muscles. The way she was using her hips, the sheer raw athleticism of her grind, made it clear why her channel was blowing up.

​"I thought she was strictly independent," I said, my voice low as I watched Jess's fingers dig into Willow's oiled thighs. "You must have backed up a literal truck of Monet's cash to get her to sign on the dotted line."

​Holmes let out a short, dry laugh. "Oh, make no mistake, Mr. Hart—she's still as independent as they come. She hasn't signed away her soul."

​"Then why the hell is she headlining a set in my studio?"

​"It's a strategic partnership," Holmes explained, leaning in closer. "The Banghouse and Jess are in a 'mutually beneficial' alignment. We've given her a temporary contract. In exchange for her giving us high-tier, 'gold' content that puts us on the map, we provide her with our top-tier models and this state-of-the-art production value to boost her own brand. She isn't taking a paycheck for this specific shoot because she keeps the distribution rights for her own platform. It's a cross-promotion, Mr. Hart."

​I looked at Jess, who was now leaning down to catch Willow's nipple between her teeth, sending Willow into a fresh fit of high-pitched moans.

​"So it's basically the same deal I made with her back in the day," I chuckled, shaking my head. I felt a strange sense of pride. Jess was smart. She was using the studio's resources to build her empire while we used her fame to build ours. "W move for you, Jess. Smart girl."

​Sasha leaned against the doorframe, her eyes narrowed as she watched her former scene partner. "She always is a shark," Sasha muttered, though there was a hint of respect in her voice. "She knows exactly what she's worth."

​Just then, Jess arched her back, letting out a final cry as she reached her peak, her body shuddering against Willow's. She stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, before her eyes drifted back to me. She wiped a stray strand of wet hair from her face and blew me a slow, cheeky kiss, her lips glistening with sweat.

​"Looks like the 'talent' knows the boss is in the room," Two-bit whispered from behind us, his voice full of amusement.

​"Well, Director Hart," Holmes said, clapping his hands together. "Now that you've seen the upgrades and the recruits, are you ready to get behind the camera—or perhaps in front of it? We have a slot open for the 'Main Event' in the gym set in twenty minutes."

The moment Jess stepped off the mattress, the room seemed to center around her. She didn't walk; she sauntered, her body still gleaming with a fine sheen of massage oil. Her heavy, teardrop-shaped breasts swayed with a natural, rhythmic weight, the dark circles of her nipples still swollen from the friction of her scene with Willow.

​"Hey, my favorite couple," Jess giggled, her voice husky and satisfied.

​"What couple?" I joked, though the moment the words left my mouth, I caught a flash of something sharp in Sasha's eyes—a flicker of hurt or annoyance that she quickly masked.

​Jess didn't seem to notice. She stepped into Sasha's space and pulled her into a soft hug, pressing their bodies together before leaning in for a lingering kiss on the lips. "I've missed you," Jess whispered.

​"Same goes for you," Sasha replied, her voice softening.

​"I can't wait to shoot another scene with you," Jess said, breaking the embrace and turning her focus toward me. She stepped closer, the scent of lavender and female musk radiating off her skin. "Speaking of a new scene... our director here says it's going to be a threesome?"

​She opened her arms wide, a gesture that made her breasts bounce temptingly. Every curve of her body was an invitation, her stomach flat and toned, leading down to the damp, dark curls between her thighs.

​"You aren't gonna hug me while you're naked, are you?" I teased, though my pulse was already racing.

​"Come on, Druski... don't act like you don't want it," Jess purred, her eyes dancing with mischief.

​I didn't pull away as she stepped into me. The contact was electric. Her slick, oiled skin felt like warm silk against my clothes, and the weight of her breasts pressing into my chest was incredible. I could feel the heat radiating off her, a raw, primal energy that made the air between us feel heavy. For a few seconds, it felt like the rest of the room disappeared—there was just the slick, wet sensation of her body molding against mine.

​"So, when are we shooting this?" she asked, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye.

​"Tomorrow. We can schedule it for tomorrow," Holmes chimed in, his eyes darting between us. He paused, then added with a respectful nod, "If the boss approves, of course."

​A surge of satisfaction hit me. Holmes was finally learning the pecking order. I wasn't just the talent anymore; I was the engine that ran this place.

​"It's up to you girls. I'm ready anytime," I said, my voice steady.

​"I told you, I was born ready," Sasha added, her competitive streak flaring up again.

​"Tomorrow it is, then," Jess said, her naughty smile promising trouble.

​"Can't I join you guys?" Willow asked, walking over to join the circle. She looked stunning, the oil highlighting the intricate serpent tattoo that coiled around her thigh, its head disappearing toward her crotch.

​"No! You'll break his back again!" Holmes barked, erupting into a fit of laughter. Two-bit joined in, doubling over.

​"Fuck you, Holmes," I said, unable to hide my own grin. The tension in the room broke into easy laughter.

​"I would love to hear the story of how my cousin broke your back," Sasha said, wrapping an arm around Willow.

​"Me too," Jess added, her eyes gleaming.

​I wasn't about to let them dissect my "injury" right here. I needed to keep my mystique intact. "Mr. Holmes, you were talking about the main event? The gym session? Shall we go?"

​"Oh yes! The gym! A masterpiece of sweat and steel. Follow me!" Holmes said, regaining his professional flair.

​I looked at Sasha. "Wanna come?"

​"No, go on ahead. I'll catch up with you," she said, already leaning in to hear Willow's version of the story.

​I left them to their gossip and followed Holmes and Two-bit toward the industrial wing of the studio.

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