Orgy
In the spotlight, we find Karen, a eager 20-year-old real estate assistant, her day kicking off with a batch of cookies sliding into the oven. Today's her grand debut, her first solo open house, and she's determined to make it flawless. As the cookies bake, she's a whirlwind of activity—fluffing pillows, spritzing air freshener, arranging flowers, and neatly stacking her flyers by the door. The air is filled with her nervous energy; she's not just selling a house, she's auditioning for her dream role—a full-time seller's agent. With a final glance in the mirror, adjusting her pencil skirt and blouse, she's off, staking the 'OPEN HOUSE' sign into the lawn. But little does she know, this isn't just any open house. This is a performance that will test her limits. The stage shifts as Karen sets out her cookies, and in walks our mysterious man, quietly entering the scene. He watches her from the shadows, his gaze unyielding. Karen, startled, steps back, but quickly composes herself, snapping into show mode. She offers him a cookie, begins her spiel, her voice filled with pride and ambition. But there's something off about this man. He lingers, his eyes never leaving her. He's too calm, too insistent on seeing the master bedroom's view. The tension builds, and just as they're about to head upstairs, the doorbell rings. Another visitor enters, and Karen, relieved, excuses herself. But the man doesn't leave. He hovers, watches, waits. Two hours later, the final visitor leaves, and Karen's hopes crumble. She leans against the closed door, frustration etched on her face. All that effort, all that preparation, and still no sale. She kicks off her heels, bags up the flyers, flowers, and cookies, and heads upstairs, ready to close the show. But the performance isn't over yet. As she enters the bedroom, she gasps, finding the man still there, admiring the view. He turns, smiles, and the dance begins anew. He's overheard her downstairs, he says. He knows she needs a sale, knows she's desperate to prove herself. And he's here to help, he says, if she'll let him. The listing price? $749,000. But he'll offer full price, he says, and more—he'll double her commission. Karen can barely contain her excitement. She's done it, she thinks. She's made the sale. But the man isn't finished yet. He sits on the bed, looks around the room, and asks, "Do you think I could get a lot of girls in this bedroom?" Karen freezes, the hairs on her neck standing up. But she's in too deep now, and she knows it. She nods, says yes, says anything to keep the sale. The man continues, his voice calm, his words anything but. He wants mirrors on the ceiling, he says. He wants to watch the girls while he takes them. Karen's stomach churns, but she nods, she agrees. She has to, doesn't she? This is the performance of a lifetime, and she can't falter now. But the man wants more than just her agreement. He wants a test drive, he says. He wants to know if the room is really worth it. He wants... her. Karen closes her eyes, the reality of the situation sinking in. She asks if it will be quick, if he'll still double the commission. He says yes, and Karen, with a deep breath, begins to unbutton her blouse. The man watches, his gaze hungry. He tells her to strip, to get on her knees, to crawl to him. And Karen, desperate to make the sale, desperate to prove herself, does as he says. What follows is a performance like no other, a dance of power and desperation, of ambition and exploitation. Karen, on her knees, looks up as the man unzips his pants. He tells her to start by sucking his dick, and she does. She says yes, and the dance descends into a raw, explicit scene, a scene that pushes the boundaries of Karen's desperation and the man's depravity. But even as the man finishes, even as Karen wipes his cum from her face and asks about the paperwork, the performance isn't over. The man dresses silently, ties his tie, and approaches her. And as the camera cuts to the outside of the house, we see the man hurry away, the 'OPEN HOUSE' sign in his hand. The show is over, the house is sold, and Karen, overwhelmed and used, is left alone in the aftermath. Will Karen's performance be enough to secure her dream role? Or has she sold more than just a house in her desperate bid for success? The stage is set, the players have performed, and the curtain falls on this twisted tale of ambition and exploitation. The open house is over, but the story is far from it.
