The heavy wooden door swung open, revealing four men standing in the doorway. Kavita smiled, her crimson lips parting to show perfect white teeth.

“Right on time,” she purred, stepping aside to let them enter. “The girls are already waiting.”

Mark, Jason, David, and Tom filed into the expansive living room of Kavita’s modern house. The space was dominated by a massive sectional sofa arranged in a U-shape around a glass coffee table. On one side of the couch sat three young women—Kavita’s daughters—and they were positioned exactly as always: not on the cushions themselves, but each perched on the lap of one of the arriving men.

“I hope you boys had a long day at work,” Kavita said, walking toward the kitchen area that opened onto the living space. “I know how to help you relax.”

She returned moments later carrying a silver tray with five cups of steaming black coffee. As she distributed them, her eyes scanned the scene with approval. Maya, her eldest daughter at twenty-three, was draped across Mark’s chest, her small body fitting perfectly against his larger frame. Her legs were spread slightly, one thigh resting along his inner thigh, while her arm rested comfortably around his neck. She wore nothing but a simple white t-shirt that barely covered her ass when she sat properly. Now, as she shifted position, the hem rode up higher, revealing the soft curve of her bare hip and the shadowy patch between her thighs.

“My turn,” Kavita said softly, lighting a cigarette before handing it to Maya. “You girls need to relax too.”