John thrusts a few more times, leaning forward against Ari, and then comes, too. Albert takes a bit longer but eventually pulls out and holds Ari's head so he can spray his load all over Ari's face, and Cathy comes when she sees this. Eric is gingerly and delicately stroking himself, not fully hard again yet, and making soft breathy sounds at the back of his throat watching this.

Ari licks his lips.

"You guys," he declares, "are fun."

Albert's cum tastes metallic with a hint of lime.

"How come we never met before?" John wonders, while Cathy recovers from her orgasm by... rubbing her clit some more. "Seems like a waste."

"It does, doesn't it? Though I do see you'd met Mr. Jones here. But I had to do a lot of work to get him this... accommodating." He slaps Eric's ass again, as one might a prized horse.

"Well, we live here," John reasons, "of course we'd met him. But no, I never knew he was so... naughty." He glances up at the elevator camera and grins at it. "We're on record, too!"

Eric whimpers, then cuts himself short, but fails to save face: Cathy goes "Aaawwwww! That was adorable!"

"Eric, you should see if you can get a copy of that footage. My fans would love it."

"Yes, why not increase the probability I'll be fired."

"Aw, I wouldn't let that happen. I'd put it behind a paywall, at the very least."

"Wait, what's that about 'fans' and a 'paywall'?" asks John.

"I'm a camwhore," Ari explains. "Part-time. It's a fun way to make some petty cash."

    "Oooh, I want the link," says Cathy.

"Wait, does this mean we're gonna be internet famous?" John asks, a big grin spreading on his face.

"You could be! I was mostly joking about the footage, but if you wanted to do a scene I wouldn't say no. And my work name is Ari Câlice, you can look me up."

"But I bet the footage is real hot," he teases. "It's, like, candid."

    "I'm not so sure..." says Albert.

"Look in the mirror," John suggests. Albert does: his and John's cocks are still out; Cathy is playing lightly with her pussy; Eric's trousers are around his ankles and he's leaning against the mirror with his ass hoisted up; Ari is, well, Ari, and naked.

Albert bites his lower lip and doesn't say anything.

"Oh, it'd absolutely be hot. But I wouldn't want Eric to risk his job getting it. Though... If I somehow managed to acquire a copy of the footage, would y'all be okay if I uploaded it?"

"Yes," John and Cathy say at the same time, and Albert seems too busy appreciating the five of them in the mirror to respond but the way his hand is around his shaft again suggests positive feelings.

Eric gives Ari a meaningful look but doesn't answer.

And the elevator starts moving again.

Ari takes a pack of wipes out of his backpack and conscientiously cleans up the floor.

John grabs his phone. "What's your number? We should do this again sometime."

Ari provides his number, which is a phone number. It has a Quebec area code. "We should absolutely do this again."

And now's a narratively appropriate time for them to arrive.

"Wait, you live in the penthouse?" breathes Cathy.

"Oh. Yeah. I have a friend, who is wealthy, and she wanted to move out of her parents' place but she didn't want to live alone, and she basically told me 'hey, let's live together in this crazy huge apartment like characters in an American sitcom,' and we did that. I do not pay penthouse rent off my camwhore earnings, no."

"You live in the penthouse for free," she repeats, equally incredulously.

"I did save her life one time?" he offers. "It turns out rich people are kind of like fairy-tale creatures in that if you help them out then they do really cool things for you."

"Hey, I gave you an orgasm, does that count?" John asks, and the elevator doors start closing.

"I'm not rich!" Ari says. "Just inordinately lucky."

He hits the open button and slips through the doors. "It was nice meeting you guys! Hope I see you soon! Give Eric a kiss for me!"

"Will do," says John, eyeing Eric's ass as the doors close.

Ari can hear one final little whimper before they do.