Cottage
The Call.
— Hello. I'm calling about the ad. Regarding the plumbing. I need a little repair work done in my house. A few faucets, taps, toilets are leaking, and some other minor things. Will you take it on?
— What's the address?
— …
— What time works for you?
— Yes, come in the morning. If you need to buy anything, there's a store nearby. My name is Arkady.
— I'm Dima. See you then.
The next day on the outskirts of town in a cottage community. A man and a woman are sitting in a car.
— Darling, I understand you're tired of sitting at home, but you can't just tag along with me to every job. Get a job somewhere.
Even as a salesperson in a store.— I tried, but there are no accounting jobs right now. And stores, you know I can't stand them! Come on, sweetie, please! Just this one last time! Tomorrow I'll go register at the employment office. I love watching you work, it really turns me on. I'll reward you very, very nicely tonight. I know how to show my gratitude!
— Alright. Last time and that's it!
They approach the house at the address and ring the bell. A sleepy young woman in a semi-transparent nightgown opens the door.
— Who are you here for?
— Good morning. Arkady called me yesterday about the plumbing.
— Just a sec. Arkasha! Arkashka! The plumber's here! I'll find him now. Come in, take off your shoes.
— I'm not alone.
— Yeah, I don't care. You'll find slippers somewhere around here.
About ten minutes later, a man with disheveled hair in a robe appears.
— Sorry to keep you waiting. Dmitry? Had a ton of work yesterday. Didn't get enough sleep. And who is this with you?
— This is my wife. She'll stay with me, if you don't mind?
— Fine. Let me show you the scope of work.
— So, the toilets are all leaking, it's already annoying. We have water meters. So the bills are huge because the water is constantly running. In the kitchen, we turned the water off completely. Total fucking mess. We wash dishes in the shower. Here's the winter garden. We grow flowers and fresh parsley here. It's very good for male potency. Ha-ha. Well, you know what I mean? Is everything clear? If you have questions, you'll find me. I'll be here in the house. Or ask someone. That's it, I'm going back to sleep.
— Darling! Look how everything is done here? Expensive tiles, parquet, lighting, staircases. Huge TVs! I wish we had a house like this! I'd have your babies. I'd sit at home, take care of the household. And you'd be the provider. You'd bring home a deer for dinner, all sorts of game. And the kids and I would wait for you and be happy when you came home! You'd kick the door open. All angry like that. The dog would run to greet you, and you'd kick it aside! You'd down a glass of vodka, have a hearty dinner, and then give it to me good at night! That would be awesome! Huh?!
— Yeah, you've got quite an imagination. But to buy a house like this, you can't work as a handyman. Not with your hands. We should at least save up for an apartment. Anyway, don't distract me. Go ask if someone can show you the house. And I'll calmly do my twisting and turning.
— Ok.
Half an hour later.
— Sweetie! Dimochka! There's something wrong in this house!
— What now!!
— I went to the second floor. I'm calling out 'hello, hello'. And no one answers me. In the hall, they have huge pictures of naked chicks hanging. Pictures from the Kama Sutra and all sorts of other obscene stuff. I thought, okay, everyone has their own kinks. I go further, no one answers my calls. Knocked on one door, tried the handle — locked. I go on. Knocked — no answer. I open the door, and there… girls are lying, sleeping in one bed. About five, maybe six. I don't know exactly, I ran straight to you. They probably have a 'house of tolerance' here.
— What the hell kind of 'house of tolerance'?
— It's a brothel. And those women are prostitutes!
— So what?
— What do you mean, so what? They have sex for money!
— Let them! That's not why we're here!
— What if they're slaves and we need to save them. What if they lock me up in this house too, and put a bullet in your head, tie a stone to your feet and throw you in a lake!
— You watch too many movies and news! Nothing like that happened! Why would they leave us wandering around the house alone if they wanted to do something? They would have done it already.
— No, I'm telling you. We need to run. Screw them, screw the money. We'll earn more.
— "We'll earn"? So far, I'm the only one earning! I'll find the owner now. He'll explain everything. You're a hundred percent wrong.
— Arkady! Arkady! Where are you!
— Calm the fuck down! Miss! Could you call Arkady? Or tell us where he is?
— Yeah, I'll call him now. He's sleeping on the third floor, in the 'blue' bedroom, I think.
A sleepy Arkady comes down.
— Did you want to ask something?
— Yes. My wife here suspects you have a 'brothel' and you want to chain her up as a sex slave too.
— Ha-ha. You're killing me! I should have warned you right away. We shoot 'adult films'. Everything with full consent from all parties. All actors have signed contracts. Everyone is over eighteen. Yesterday we had 'complex' scenes, we were shooting until late at night. When we met this morning, my head wasn't working. I desperately wanted to sleep. So I didn't explain anything. Well, that's funny. Heh-heh. Scared you.
— See, darling. Nothing scary.
— I don't really believe it.
— Come on, I'll treat you to coffee. We'll be shooting more scenes soon. Once all the actors have slept enough.
In the kitchen.
— We haven't been in this business long, but we already have some success. Our films sell pretty well online. We focus on group scenes. Orgies are always in demand.
— How do you find actresses and actors?
— Mostly through online ads. We hold auditions. But here in the provinces, it's not so easy to find characters with 'character'. Not like in the capital. But we'll earn some money soon. Maybe we'll move closer to the 'center'. They're waving at me. Everything's ready. They can't start without me. I'm the screenwriter, director, and cameraman here. Sometimes even an actor.
The trio goes to another part of the house, to the pool. Three men and three women are standing there talking. All in swimsuits and trunks. Arkady to them.
— Okay, everyone listen to me! You girls jump into the pool, play with a ball. Giggle, splash around. The men appear in the doorway. You say to them: 'Boys, come play ball with us!'. They join you in the water, you all play together. Smile, splash around for about five minutes. Then it moves on to fucking. I'll guide you along the way. Everyone ready?! Guys took the enhancer? Good! Action!
Everyone starts doing everything as if that's all they ever do. After a while, the wife starts feeling unwell.
— Ugh! How can you do this! You should get real jobs! You've started all sorts of god-awful stuff here!
— Darling, calm down! Don't interfere with people doing their work! Who are you to teach life lessons!?
Arkady: Alright, cut. Let's take a break. What's with you, ma'am! No need to cause a panic. If you don't want to watch, you can wait somewhere else. Margo! Come here! This is Masha. She'll give you a little tour. Your husband will get on with his work. That's what he came here for, after all.
The wife leaves, displeased.
— Watch your tone with me!
Arkady to Dima: You've got a real bitch there.
— It's fine, I'm used to it.
— Listen. You both have pretty good potential. Would you like to try your hand in our field?
— Are you kidding
? You saw what mine is like.
— Right. But wouldn't you like to become a cameraman? I can see you're not a fool. Not like these 'airheads'. Something might come of it.
— Are you serious? My wife would eat me alive and shit me out.
— You wouldn't be fucking, you'd be giving directions, managing these brainless ones. I'm getting tired of all this. All these dicks and pussies. I want to step back from business for a while.
— I don't know.
— Margo will keep your wife busy for a long time, and you can shoot a short scene in the meantime. I'll give you four actors and complete freedom. Agree.
— Only if that Margo of yours really distracts her.
— Don't worry. Everything will be perfect!
— A tempting offer, damn it. They go to the second floor.
— This is our 'pink room'. Meet: Milena (Veronika), Stacy (Lyuda), Greg (Grisha), Peter (Petya). The closet has all sorts of toys, costumes, lube, everything you might need. Here you can adjust the lighting. You'll figure it out. I'm leaving.
— Hi! My name is Dima.
In unison: — Hello, Dima!
— Let's try to stage something… like that. So… How does it usually go in porn?… You girls will sit on the sofa, reading a men's magazine. Looking at male torsos. You'll get turned on. You'll start caressing each other over your clothes. Then you'll undress, start licking, fingering. And at that moment, Greg and Peter appear. We'll figure out who does what and how as we go. Got it? Let's start.
The girls lick, caress. The guys join in. Not everything works out as planned the first time. Another take, another. Various thoughts start creeping into Dima's head: what nonsense, why am I doing this, this is not my thing at all. He wants to drop everything and go home.
— Okay, guys. Let's take a break. I need to go to the bathroom.
Dima went to look for his wife to take her and get the hell out of there. Couldn't find her for a long time. Looked in all the rooms. Opens one of the last doors, and there… His beloved is being taken by three guys. One of them is a black guy with a giant cock right in her ass!
— Darling!!?!? What the hell are you doing?!? How is this possible?!?!! You bitch!! I hate you!!!
He turns around, slams the door with all his might, and leaves. With a red haze in his eyes, he walks not knowing where, not seeing the road. Accidentally ends up in the 'pink room'. The actors are all sitting there 'ready'.
— Dima. We've been waiting for you. The boys with their boners are completely worn out!
— Wait. Let me catch my breath. Changing the script. I'm holding the camera, filming my erect cock. The girls caress it. The guys position themselves behind them and start fucking them hard. The girls act surprised but don't resist too much. Then we'll see how it goes. Everyone clear? Let's start!
The girls enthusiastically get to work. They savor Dima's unshaven hose. They don't like it, but don't show it. They're used to smooth, clean ones. But they're professionals.
Dima looks through the camera viewfinder. The action picks up speed. Dima gets distracted to wave at the guys to get into position. Leans back to the camera. And there his wife has also pressed herself against his balls. Dima grabs her hard by the hair and forces her to swallow his cock down to the balls. Tears stream from the wife's eyes. He turns her around and without preparation shoves it into her ass. Calls Petya over. Together they tear her pussy apart with their pistons. Lyuda pisses on her chest. Unimaginable positions, combinations. Total debauchery!
It all ends with powerful orgasms. The girls almost fight over eating the cum, who got more, who got less…
Dima turns off the camera: — Let's go, darling, to the kitchen. We have a difficult conversation ahead. Thanks, guys! You fuck great! We'll meet again!
A little later in the kitchen over tea.
— Now explain. How did it happen that I caught you in the arms of three guys at once!!!
— I don't know. Margo is