Lori recruits Fiona to her channel

It had been several weeks since the Alignment Festival. Life had returned to normal for Fiona, for Alan, and for the Heathen Accumulation. The couple had been making wedding plans, and life had settled into a routine.

The coffee shop was in the middle of the lunch rush when Fiona answered the phone. "Cup and Sorcerer. Fiona speaking."

"Hello, Fiona." It was Lori.

Fiona was surprised. They had agreed after the festival they would no longer have contact. "Um, hi. Why are you calling?"

"I was just wondering if you had any plans for tomorrow night. I want you for a little project I'm working on." Lori's tone was friendly.

Fiona lowered her voice. "I thought you were done with the magical side of life."

"Oh, I am. This is about what I'm doing with my life now. So, tomorrow night. Are you free?"

Fiona sighed. "Actually, Alan and I have plans to stay in for a nice quiet evening."

"Ooo, that's too bad," Lori replied, "because you're coming here. You can bring him along, though. I'm sure he'll enjoy himself." She chuckled. "Just don't tell him where you're taking him. I want him to be surprised."

Fiona rolled her eyes. "I'm going to have to pass. Have a nice ni--."

Lori cut her off. "Fifi, give me your cell number. Now."

Without the slightest hesitation, Fiona relayed her cell phone number. She blinked. Why had she done that?

"Thank you. Now," Lori continued, "I'm texting you my address. Tomorrow night, be there at 7pm. Wear something sexy."

Fiona wanted to refuse, but couldn't bring herself to do so. She tried a different tactic. "What is this project you're working on?"

"I think I want you to be surprised, too. Now, Fifi, just to recap: Tomorrow night. 7pm. Something sexy. Alan can come if he wishes. It's a surprise if he comes along, but not something you can talk about until after if he doesn't. Don't worry or even think about it until then. Understood?"

"Yes, Miss Lori," the words were out of her mouth before she realized she had said them.

"Don't be late," Lori said and hung up.

The rest of the day Fiona could feel a slight buzz in the back of her head. She tried to forget about Lori's phone call, but every time she tried she would lose focus and begin to daydream. She kept seeing herself naked, or in a revealing dress, dancing around an altar to a goddess. A goddess with comically enormous breasts.

"Is everything alright?" Alan asked during that evening at dinner.

Fiona jumped. "Oh, uh, yes. Just... thinking about tomorrow night."

Alan quirked an eyebrow. "What's tomorrow night?"

"I'll tell you then," she smiled back.

Fiona woke the next morning feeling refreshed. She saw there was a new text on her phone from an unknown number. *Don't worry or even think about it until tonight,* a voice in her head said, and she decided to not give it another thought until after her shift.

At the coffee shop, the rhythmic hum of the coffee machines and the familiar chatter of customers provided a comforting backdrop to her tasks. She moved with a practiced grace, serving drinks and exchanging smiles, all the while maintaining a sense of focused efficiency.

Amid the bustling atmosphere, Gary, a regular customer who often engaged in friendly banter with Fiona, approached the counter. He flashed a friendly grin and leaned in conspiratorially. "Hey, Fiona, got any exciting plans for tonight?"

Fiona paused for a moment, her mind still caught up in the whirlwind of the day. Without giving it much thought, she smiled back at Gary. "Actually, I'm taking Alan someplace special tonight. But shh, it's a surprise."

Gary chuckled, nodding in understanding. "Ah, the element of surprise, I like it. Well, I hope you two have a fantastic evening!"

Afterward it didn't even occur to her to worry about what she had just said. The decision had been made. She wondered why she thought there was any doubt.

As evening approached, Fiona found herself at home once again. The air was charged with a sense of anticipation, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. She changed into an outfit that she had deemed "sexy" as per Lori's instructions. The fabric clung to her form in all the right places, a touch of elegance combined with a hint of allure.

She approached Alan, who was engrossed in a book, and cleared her throat softly. "Hey, Alan," she began, "I'm actually heading out for a bit tonight. Would you like to join me?"

Alan looked up from his book, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "Sure, I'd love to. Where are we going?"

Fiona offered a playful smile. "It's a surprise. Trust me, you'll enjoy it."

Alan's gaze held hers for a moment, a mixture of curiosity and affection in his expression. "Alright, then. I'm in."

Fiona and Alan followed the directions on Fiona's phone, curiosity and anticipation building with every turn. They arrived at the converted warehouse, its exterior seeming unassuming against the backdrop of the city. As they made their way towards the entrance, the door buzzed open, and they exchanged a surprised glance. Someone was clearly expecting them.

Their steps echoed in the open space as they climbed the steps to the top floor, Fiona's demeanor relaxed and composed. Alan's curiosity grew with every moment, but Fiona's assurances that it was a surprise kept him at ease, even though he didn't know that she was as clueless as he was.

At the top, the door opened before they knocked. "Hey, guys," Lori grinned. What she wore left little to the imagination.

Alan looked taken aback. "Oh, um, hey, Lori. I didn't realize this was your place."

Lori chuckled, her gaze raking over Alan. "I know, right? Hard to believe."

A few moments later, they entered a massive loft-style apartment. The floors were sleek and modern, and the walls were painted a neutral color. The kitchen was stocked with various cooking supplies, and two comfortable-looking couches sat facing each other in the center of the room. Hanging from the ceiling were various studio lights set to illuminate the different sections of the loft: the couch, the kitchen, the two king-sized beds in opposing corners at the far end. As well as camera tripods.

Fiona glanced around, taking it all in. She didn't know what to think or say. What was Lori up to?

Lori walked over to the kitchen and opened a cabinet, revealing a variety of alcohol and mixers. "Thirsty? As I recall, you like--"

"We'll both take something nonalcoholic," Alan interrupted, "thanks."

Lori set down the bottle she had grabbed, then pulled some water bottles from the fridge. She handed one to Alan and the other to Fiona. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend."

Alan waved her off. "No, no. We're just trying to be careful." He looked around. "How did you afford a place like this?"

"My new/old career," Lori chuckled. "Apparently, in a reality where I don't have magic, but DO have a massive amount of--"

"Boobs?" Fiona interjected with a smile.

"I was going to say 'confidence'," Lori continued, "but, yes, boobs, too. Anyway, in a reality like that, my chosen profession is 'AceFans Girl'."

"You're an amateur porn star?"

"Don't knock it, Al," Lori replied. "I have two thousand subscribers, and I make enough each month to afford a place twice this big." She leaned forward. "I'm really good, too." She spread her arms wide. "Welcome to LoriLand."

Alan turned to Fiona. "And you knew about this?"

"I swear I didn't," Fiona replied.

Lori looked between them. "Oh, Fiona had almost as much idea of what to expect coming here as you did. She only knew that I had told her to come."

"Okay, why did you tell her to come, then?" Alan asked.

"Because I need your help," Lori said, walking over and wrapping her arms around the couple. She leaned her head on Alan's shoulder and her breasts against Fiona's.

"Our help?" Fiona asked.

Lori nodded. "I promised my audience something special when I hit 2000 subscribers." She stepped away from the two. "I had an idea for a video with a hyper-obedient thrall. You know, someone who was under my complete control." She turned and met Fiona's gaze. "Do you know where I could find such a slavegirl, Fifi?"

Fiona didn't move.

Alan looked from Lori to Fiona and back. "Wait. You want her to play the slave you turned her into back in the Alignment?"

"No," Lori replied, not breaking eye contact with the other woman, "I want her to be the slave she became during the Alignment. And I didn't turn her into that. Tessa assigned her to attend me, but she embraced her servitude like it was the only reason for her existence."

"Fi...?"

"She's not wrong," Fiona whispered, eyes locked on Lori.

"So, I called her yesterday at the Cup and Sorcerer. I told her I wanted her for a project. She declined. Then you know what I did, Al?" She started slowly moving back toward Fiona. "I told her she would come here tonight, and that she would dress sexy, and that she wouldn't say a word to you about where she was going, but that you could come along. And what did you say when I gave those orders, Fifi?"

"I said, 'Yes, Miss Lori,'" Fiona was barely audible now. Then she closed her eyes. "No. Please! I can't lose Al! Not again!" And she turned into Alan's arms as he moved to her.

"You're not going to, Fi," replied Lori. "And I don't want you to." She reached up and gently caressed her cheek. "I'm not asking you to be my slave forever. I'm asking you to be my slave for this video.

"I thought I was just making a treat for my viewers. But you need this, too, don't you? You wouldn't be this torn if you didn't."

"Alan?"

He smiled at his fiance. "I love you no matter what, and I support whatever decision you make."

Fiona nodded and turned back to Lori, who took her hands.

"Fifi, help me make my channel successful."

"Yes, Miss Lori."

She grinned. “Then let’s make a video.”

***

As the night unfolded, Alan watched from the sidelines, the camera capturing moments that felt surreal yet undeniably captivating. The atmosphere was charged with a mixture of excitement and desire, and despite his initial surprise, Alan found himself drawn into the energy of the moment. He saw Fifi's obedience, her dedication to fulfilling Lori's desires, and he marveled at the connection between the two women.

When it was all over, the couple lay spent in the bed, limbs entwined and bodies glistening with sweat. Fifi's head rested on Lori's chest, her breathing slowing and her eyelids growing heavy.

"Did I do well, Miss Lori?" she asked.

"You were perfect," Lori whispered, stroking her hair. "Now go to sleep."

Fifi drifted off, a peaceful expression on her face.

A couple seconds later, Lori opened her eyes. "Aaaand cut. Alan, can you stop the camera?"

"Got it."

Lori grinned into Fiona's smiling face. "Nice work. Now let's get a shower."

The couple rose and walked to the bathroom. Alan turned the water on, and soon the shower was full of steam and heat. Fiona and Lori stepped into the shower, sighing contentedly as the hot water flowed over their bodies. "What's wrong with this picture?" Lori asked Fiona.

"Two things," Fiona replied, "First, that there's room for more than two people," and both she and Lori turned to look at Alan outside the shower, "and second, one of us is terribly overdressed."

Alan blinked and, with Lori's gesture confirming the invitation, got out of his clothes fast, joining them.

"So," he asked, "what was it like for you, being on camera?"

Lori grinned. "I'm a natural."

"I can see that."

"I meant," Lori continued, "in the role of Mistress. But you've been SO patient all night..."

"...we think you deserve a reward," Fiona completed the thought, as she pushed her soapy tits against his back. Lori did the same with his chest.

Alan gasped, his cock hardening as the two women's hands roamed over his body. "Well, um, ah," he gasped again as Lori's hand found his balls, "it, it was quite a sight."

Fiona moved around him and gave a passionate kiss while Lori slid down and kissed his member. "What was your favorite part?"

"Um, oh god," Lori took the head of his penis into her mouth, "seeing Fi, seeing you be, uh, so devoted to her, ahh, was really hot."

Fiona kissed him hard again, then growled, "No more words. Just fuck her face."

Al nodded, one hand pulling Fiona into a longer kiss, the other finding the back of Lori's head. He grabbed her black locks.

"MMM," she moaned, looking up into his eyes.

Alan began thrusting, slowly at first, his shaft sliding between Lori's lips. Fiona, still kissing him, reached down and caressed his ass. He moved to her neck as Lori began moving faster, her fingers teasing his asshole.

"Ah, ah, ahhh, oh God!"

"Cum in her mouth, baby," Fiona encouraged him.

"Yessssss," Lori moaned as the first shot went down her throat. She closed her lips around his cock to try to suck up every drop as Alan let out a hissing growl as he released.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous, Al," Fiona said, kissing his forehead.

Alan, panting, leaned against the shower wall, his softening cock slipping out of Lori's mouth. "So are you two," his voice a gravelly rumble, knowing the effect that tone would have. Both Fiona and Lori felt their pussies... twitch.

"Wha--?" Lori was not expecting it, but Fiona laughed and kissed Al again.

"He did that on purpose. My man has a thing for making me come after I'm exhausted."

"Ooh," Lori purred, "I'm liking him more and more."

The trio cleaned up and got dressed, still playful. Lori saw them to the door.

"Fiona, you were incredible," she said. "You were perfect. I'll never forget tonight."

"Me, neither," Fiona said, kissing her again.

Lori turned to Alan. "Thank you for lending her to me," she hugged him.

"You're welcome," he whispered in her ear in that same gravelly tone.

Lori "eeped" and chased the couple out the door, giggling.

Later, as the couple were lying in bed, Fiona was still glowing from the experience.

"Are you okay?" Alan asked.

"Better than okay. I didn't realize how much I needed... that."

"So, if Lori calls and asks you to do that again...?"

"I think Fifi will say, 'Yes, Miss Lori,'" she answered playfully. "I've come to realize that there's a part of me that needs that outlet, and as long as it doesn't interfere with our life and values, I'm okay with it."

Alan nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'm glad you're finding ways to explore and express yourself, Fifi. Just remember that I'm always here to support you, no matter what."

Fiona leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "And I appreciate that more than you know."

They snuggled in together, and drifted off.

The next day, Lori had sent Fiona a message saying she'd posted the video, and that the couple should watch it together. So, once they had returned from the coffee shop, Fiona pulled up the AceFans website, and logged into her account.

The video seemed to be sluggish loading. A little checking and they realized site traffic was getting slammed, apparently by demand for this video.

"Looks like you're a hit," Alan observed with a grin.