As Jim rode the elevator back up to the penthouse, he briefly considered just telling them he was done, right now. He knew he could do it. Now that he had found that self control, he knew he really could stop all of this. What would happen? Well, for one, Dr. Chun probably wouldn't study him today. He had promised to cooperate in exchange for that. He really wanted answers, and he had done almost all of his part in that deal already. He just had to cooperate until lunchtime.

What else would happen? Of course, Leizu might go through with her implied threat, but now that was a threat to tell his wife what he was trying to tell her anyway. What difference did that make? Maybe a huge difference, he realized. It needed to come from him, along with a firm commitment that it was over. That promise would have a lot less credibility if it came only after he was caught.

Or maybe Leizu was bluffing and wouldn't even tell his wife. No, she'd do it, he realized. It made strategic sense for her to intentionally wreck his marriage if he stopped cooperating. Sure, he'd be angry at them but he'd be single, and lonely. They'd have him right where they wanted him. It might be their best strategic move, actually, even if he kept his end of the deal. Get all they could from him this week, then blow up his marriage so he'd be free to be with others, even if he was too mad at them to come back to them.

No, he wouldn't let it come to that. For once he'd be a move ahead of Leizu. He would be the one to tell Catherine first. Tomorrow morning, that was when he could tell her, and then end it. One more day. One more wild fucking day of this heavenly nightmare.

He really had been about to promise to stop, just now during their call. That was where his confession would naturally have led, even though he hadn't decided it ahead of time. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that Fei Fei's people had picked a time for their dinner with his wife that left so little time for his call with her. They knew what time that call was. They had pictures of his planner, where his wife had written "Call Cat" every day with a heart around it. They'd know he'd want to have enough time for that conversation, and they wouldn't want him to have that conversation yet. He wouldn't put that kind of forethought past them. They were always two moves ahead.

And maybe his internet difficulties weren't a coincidence either. The hotel internet had been flawless this whole visit except those crucial few minutes. That might be a bit of a paranoid thought, but it wasn't unrealistic. Fei Fei seemed like the kind of person who could arrange something like that. She was a powerful player in Beijing, specializing in media and tech. He decided to ask his IT friend at work how to make a secure call home.

He had to step around a luggage cart full of groceries at the penthouse door. As he entered, he saw Soomin having breakfast at the counter, next to Leizu and the two new Japanese flight attendants. Leizu waved, her mouth full of food. Soomin gasped and stared at him, almost like she was meeting him for the first time. He felt that way too, that rush of desire, memories of last night with her flooding his mind. He couldn't wait to touch her more. He still couldn't believe how much she enjoyed his touch.

Then he saw there were two new faces in the kitchen, their arms full of groceries. In quick succession their eyes met his and they gasped and stared, their lively sparkling eyes going wide. He smiled, admiring their sweet lovely faces and imagining what was under those clothes. What fun it would be to unwrap these two new presents. He knew they had to have extremely sexy slender bodies hidden under those casual comfortable clothes. They almost had to, to match those faces, and anyway they wouldn't have been invited here if they didn't.

They put down their groceries and shook his hand, introducing themselves as Xiaohui and Nuying. They were two of Susu's friends, here to help with cooking for the day. Both were aspiring chefs who had gone to the same culinary school as Yuming, Susu and Chun-Hua. They hadn't known each other well and had never cooked together, being a couple years apart in the program, but Susu had remembered them for their beauty, looked them up online last night, and gone to talk to them in person at their restaurants, both in the same neighborhood, catching them right before closing time. With Chun-Hua gone, and with what might be an even bigger crowd expected all day and especially tonight, she needed all the help she could get.

Jim held on to each of their hands for a few extra seconds, just savoring the tension, the thrill of it, the knowledge that he would have them, and the beautiful signs of them realizing that too. They were panting with it already.

"Please, don't let me interrupt," he said, smiling. "We'll get to know each other later." They reluctantly turned and got back to work in the kitchen.

Those paranoid thoughts still swirled in his head as he glanced at Leizu and at Susu. "Where's Chun-Hua?" he asked, trying to sound casual, watching Leizu carefully. Nothing, just a shrug.

Susu answered, "She left town early this morning on Fei Fei's orders. So did most of the models, and a few others. I guess maybe she's in Beijing with them."

Still not the slightest glimmer of interest in the conversation from Leizu. He caught her eye, waited for her to swallow her bite of food, and asked her directly, "Do you know where Chun-Hua is going?"

"No, why? Miss her food? If so, looks like you'll just have to visit us again someday," she added teasingly. Not a hint of deviousness in those eyes. She didn't know. She was clever, quick, but not a poker player, not an actress. She was too proud of her intelligence, took too much pleasure in outmaneuvering him. He'd seen those eyes flash enough to feel like he'd know if she was enjoying hiding some scheme from him. No, she really didn't know. Leizu wasn't involved in whatever Chun-Hua was up to. That was a relief. Suddenly, things seemed less sinister.

He needed to shower and get dressed for work, but first he couldn't resist stopping behind Soomin and giving her a brief backrub. He gave her light caresses up her back through her soft loose shirt, making her close her eyes and shiver sexily. What fun. He couldn't keep his hands off this girl. He trailed his fingers upward toward the back of her neck, circling there along the neckline, then slid his fingers under her shirt to slowly caress the bare skin of her back, down to her bra strap. That skin, he just fucking loved touching Soomin's skin. Silky smooth, taught, stretched over that slender frame and those toned muscles, and just so wildly responsive. He felt like he knew every inch of her by heart now. Or did he? He didn't remember that mole just below her hairline. Her hair smelled different too. Must have used the hotel shampoo, he thought.

She was panting and squirming, gripping her chair tightly, her eyes screwed shut. The four new girls in the room were all staring, mouths open. He gave them a quick smile and returned his attention to Soomin. His fingernails trailed lightly up her neck, both hands scratching their way deep into her hair then holding her head as she shivered and moaned. What a thrill it was to touch her. She could even come from touch like this, on almost any part of her body, as he knew well from last night. Speaking of, he could tell she was getting close already. Oh my god, what a treasure. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait to play with you more." Then he did it, what he knew would send her over the edge. He kissed her neck, gently, softly, producing a high gasping moan announcing she was right at the brink, then flicked and swirled his tongue on her neck and she came beautifully, crying out with pleasure, gripping the chair tightly and squirming against it, then finally collapsing forward onto the counter, panting and shaking.

The looks from the four new girls were priceless. The tension, the stunned excitement, the wonder, the abject lust.

"Did she?" asked Nuying, trailing off.

"How did he?" asked Emi, eyes wide with wonder.

"Oh. My. God," added Asami.

Leizu giggled. "Jim has, shall we say, some talents. Talents we are happy to share."

Nuying gave a low groan, staring at Jim. They were all staring at him, mouths agape, bodies tense and squirming with lust. He could feel the room teetering on the brink. He knew with any sign from him they'd all rip off their clothes and take him right there.

Leizu spoke up first, "But right now he needs to get ready for work. We don't want him to be late for that important 8:30 meeting with his boss."

He nodded, giving them all a last hungry smile before turning to head up the stairs. He played along with what she said about a meeting with his boss, grateful for the made-up excuse.

As he got in the shower, he saw them enter the bathroom, the two remaining dancers from the afterparty. Still nude. Their hair a mess. Fucking gorgeous, both of them. Sexy lithe slender hourglass bodies. They were staring at him pleadingly. No words were necessary. Still, none of them had spoken so much as a word to each other, as if afraid to break a spell. He knew that their heads were also filled with the same unbelievably sexy memories from last night, visions of silhouetted bodies moving so sensuously to the music against the city skyline, so many massive orgasms in every possible position. There was no hiding his own arousal, his cock still iron hard from the sexual tension downstairs, throbbing as if in time to the dance beats that came with those memories.

He held out his hands to them and they rushed to join him. They soaped each other and the passion went right off the charts, slippery bodies entangling and grinding, the lack of friction seeming to make that feedback loop of their responsiveness accelerate even faster. That was fine with him. There was no reason to go slow. He had already blown all the dancers' minds last night, making them all come so many times, including these two. He had fucked them in every position already, he just didn't come in them because they weren't yet fertile enough. Now he was going to finish the job, and do it fast.

He pushed the taller one back against the wall, his cock between her legs as he passionately kissed her and she squirmed against him, her hips bucking wildly, blindly seeking him. He grabbed her tight perky ass and slid her up the wall, holding her there while her hand reached down and found him, lining him up, then he let go and she slid back down until he was buried deep inside her. Heavenly slippery thrusting, urgent, fast, deep, their movements so wild that their passionate kisses rarely connected on each others lips, instead ending up all over each other's faces and necks.

He was going to come fast, and he let her know with his eyes and with urgent primal grunts. She seemed to understand, and she fucking loved it, going even wilder, her hips pressing out to meet his thrusts, her hands gripping his face tightly, watching him so intently, so gleefully as she saw and felt the signs of his impending orgasm. With a final grunt he plunged deep into her fertile body, pressing her hard against the wall, his tip right up against her cervix, and he erupted. She felt it and gasped, surprised and thrilled that he had decided to come, unlike all the other times last night when he had tortured her by holding back his sperm over and over again through the best four orgasms of her life. He thrust a few more times as he came, pressing her hard against the wall, just soaking in the slippery delight of it all as his seed seeped into this gorgeous stranger's womb, still never having said a single word to each other.

He was in a hurry to get to work, but he realized it wouldn't take long to make her come. He'd do it with his hand though. The other dancer had his attention now, right next to them, her hands on the wall, legs apart, back arched, grinding her incredibly sexy ass around in circles in the air. He wanted to knock her up too, right now. He pulled out before the taller dancer could come, replacing his cock with a finger deep in her pussy and using it to pull her along with him while he stepped behind the other one, then went to work on her clit with his fingers as he got into position.

He used his free hand to line himself up, then pushed deep inside the shorter dancer in one stroke. She cried out, again shocked at how much pleasure his penetration delivered, as though the miraculous sex they'd had last night felt like it must have been a dream. He reached around with his free hand to work her clit. He'd see how fast he could make them both come. And himself. Their clits wanted different motion, different speed, different pressure, but somehow he managed to focus on both at once, while also doing what he knew would make himself come the fastest: thinking of how fertile she was, and how soon she'd be making his baby.

He sped up, thrusting harder, the sensations incredible, the fire building in all three of them, not caring if their cries of pleasure or those loud wet slapping sounds were audible downstairs. Then the taller dancer grabbed and turned his head to look at her joy-filled face. She was pregnant, and about to come on his fingers. He didn't even know her name. This gorgeous, wild, sensuous creature was bearing his child. Joy, bliss, utter happiness welling up, along with his seed, his cock swelling, preparing to knock the shorter dancer up as he shared that beautiful moment with the taller one, her expression so intense, so beautifully conveying the incredible combination of her impending orgasm and that profound joy.

Then she gasped as her pleasure peaked, and seconds later he joined her, erupting deep inside the other dancer, which in turn triggered her own orgasm, spasming and shaking as he continued to thrust, slowing down, savoring a few last strokes, then lifting her up to stand, his cock still pulsing deep inside her, and turning her head so he could gaze at her too, see it happen to her too. Seconds later her eyes went wide and they both knew she was pregnant too. Again, that crazy impossible feeling of already maxed-out joy doubling, impossible over-the-top bliss, still weirdly feeling he couldn't kiss them, not knowing their names, but sharing such tender caresses and hugs as their happy tears were quickly washed away by the shower.

As they came down, he glanced out of the shower and realized their cries must have in fact been heard. Four women had come. Soomin was stepping into the shower, nude, her hair now down and strangely wild like she had just gotten out of bed, a very determined look on her face. And behind her, he could see Emi and Asami's faces in the mirror staring at him as they leaned over the counter, their skirts hiked up, panties pulled down to mid thigh, their hungry sodden pussies pointed right at him. Chenguang was kneeling behind Emi, licking her pussy, with her hand reaching over to stroke Asami's pussy. Getting them ready for him. Ready to come so hard that he'd feel fine about doing them quickly.

"I do need to get to work soon," he protested feebly, knowing it wasn't a very convincing point given how fast he had just knocked up the two dancers.

"This is the only time these two are in town this week, unless you want them to cancel at the last minute and risk getting fired," Chenguang said. "And as for Soomin, well, just look at her! Haven't you tortured her enough? Knock that poor girl up already!"

It was a fair point. Dozens of orgasms. Passing out twice from the pleasure. But he was so addicted to pleasuring her, he still couldn't bear the thought of being done with her.

Soomin was climbing him already, the two dancers grabbing her under her knees to help support her light slender body, helping slide her up his body and into position. Soomin had his cock in her hands and in seconds he was sliding again into that wonderful pussy, delighting in the intense pleasure it gave him, and even more so in the pleasure it caused her. She wrapped her slender limbs around him, clinging tight, thrusting her hips onto him wildly, urgently, chanting, "knock me up" over and over again, her eyes burning with fierce intensity, commanding him, imploring him to finally let go, finally give her what she so desperately craved. He brought a hand to her clit and another to her breast, grateful for the dancers' help in supporting her weight.

"Come for me, angel. Come so hard for me." He needed to see it, at least one more time. He just fucking loved watching her come.

"Together?" she pleaded, desperate, and close to the edge.

"Not yet. Soon."

A wail of frustration, transitioning quickly to pleasure as her orgasm peaked. It was beautiful, so wild, so...