Chapter 33

Author’s Note: It’s time to lure Bianka down the path to whoredom and stardom. But there’s some key plot here, too. Look for more Julie in Chapter 34 and an epic football party coming up right after that, too!

The twist came that Thursday. Out of the blue, Kat got a phone call from Kelly in LA. She was hysterical and crying. Her husband had died. It wasn’t entirely unexpected – he was significantly older, had been battling health issues for a number of years, and was an unrepentant workaholic until he keeled over in his office of a heart attack. He toiled, keeping the money-making clock ticking, until his last breath.

I couldn’t relate to it. But I felt for Kelly deeply. Though her marriage was more of a business partnership, it was one she held dear. And the relationship worked for them. The four of us, if nothing else, could understand how effective a non-traditional arrangement could be. So without blinking, Rita and I agreed and encouraged Kat and Jess to hop a private jet and go be with Kelly – Kat to console her friend, and Jess to help her fellow madame tend to business details.

Back home, Rita and I would hold down the fort. I had lunch trysts scheduled with Bianka and Julie, Crystal’s friends, the next two days. More importantly, it would fall to Rita and me to coordinate plans for the week three football party, which was going to be an epic affair. It would also be, to date, an unparalleled challenge.

Houston was playing on the road in Las Vegas. The team’s coach promised that, if they won and ran their record to 3-0, he would give them both Monday and Tuesday off, instead of the usual Monday. Vegas was struggling early in the season, and, as usual, there were swirling rumors of franchise dysfunction. The allure of Las Vegas could do that to professional sports teams. In short, Houston was optimistic, so Johnny Burris told Jess and Alix they should plan on having the post-game party in Las Vegas Sunday night.

It probably was a terrible idea for a team deemed a Super Bowl contender. At the same time, the swagger they possessed and loose demeanor they maintained on and off the field was what made them endearing – and good. So why fuck with it? Jess let me take care of the Vegas planning, and we would just put the usual girls on a private jet and take them to the desert.

With Kelly’s tragic circumstances, Kat and Jess would just hop over from LA to meet us, and Kelly could join. It would work out perfectly. I got to work on the plans immediately. Fortunately, I had a great assistant. Nicole.

She hadn’t burned her bridges in Vegas. She had just been the victim of layoffs, as far as anyone knew, and she was electrified with excitement about going back. She started working the phones, starting with her former boss, the one she fucked. He had landed at Caesars Palace. My host from the Wynn had moved on, coincidentally to Caesars as well. So Nicole and I mounted a tandem assault. Together, we were able to get the Claudius Villa for the party. It was no small feat, but when we confidentially mentioned who it was for, it greased the wheels. We also secured two smaller Manor Villas to accommodate overflow and manage the potential for chaos.

I was pleased at how easily it came together, and it made me excited to return to Vegas. It also let me focus on my Thursday lunch date without distraction. That was good because I was meeting Bianka, who really intrigued me. She was not timid. In our text messages leading up to lunch, she was upfront about wanting to fuck. It was surprisingly direct, so I decided to test the sincerity of her attitude. With Kat and Jess out of town and Rita at work, I told Bianka to simply come to our house.

My goal was to press her confidence at every turn, and it began when she pulled up in her Honda Accord.

“I thought you liked fast cars,” I said, teasing but also sizing up how good she looked in yoga pants and sports bra with a tight sweater over it.

“I do,” she said, taking off her sunglasses. “So you can imagine my disappointment.”

Bianka had very long legs. Her tits appeared modest but firm. She had a hard, athletic body.

“How’d you manage to escape?” I asked as I escorted her inside.

“This place is incredible,” she marveled at the house. “Oh, I told my husband I was going to try a new fitness class.”

“I think it’s safe to say you’ll get a workout,” I said.

Bianka couldn’t stop looking up and around when we walked inside. She shrugged off her sweater and draped it over her arm.

“Not your typical suburban McMansion,” I said cockily.

“It’s exquisite,” she said.

I smiled and let her explore. I knew Bianka would get where I wanted her to go. It took less than two minutes.

“Whoa,” she said when she came to the bar. “Um, do you mind if I, um?”

“Help yourself,” I said.

She had found the silver tray covered by a small mountain of cocaine and a dozen lines. It was time to hit the ground running. Bianka fondled a silver straw and bent over. As she snorted her lines, I ran a hand down her ass and between her thighs. Heat radiated from her.

“I love that feeling,” Bianka said, looking up and holding her nose closed.

I stepped behind her and ground my crotch into her ass. My hands moved up her hips, across her bare stomach, and cupped her breasts. I kissed her neck, which she turned to the side to allow me free access.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked.

“That would be awesome,” she said.

“Champagne?” I said.

“Is it a special occasion?” Bianka replied.

“I think you know it is,” I said. “It’s Thursday lunch.”

She laughed. It was a silly thing, but I liked feeling that hint of economic power – that something others regarded as special was a daily treat for me. So I opened a bottle of Dom Perignon and poured us two glasses.

“How long is your fitness class supposed to last?” I asked.

“As long as I want,” Bianka said, sounding confident.

“I bet you need a good, long cooldown after you work out,” I said.

“I do,” she said, happy to spar with me. “Because I like long, hard workouts.”

“You seem pretty sure about where this is going,” I said.

“Crystal kind of told me the deal,” she said.

“Crystal has come a long way,” I said, “but she’s still pretty innocent. I’m not sure how comfortable she would be with telling you everything.”

“You underestimate Crystal,” Bianka said. It was her turn to be cocky. “She’s not as innocent as you seem to think.”

“Oh?” I said. “Change my mind.”

“I know all about her escorting,” Bianka said. “I know you act like you just want to fuck a married woman, but really this is my tryout to see if you think I would make a good hooker, too.”

Crystal surprised me again, and she wasn’t even here in person.

“Go on,” I said.

“Crystal is already a step ahead of you,” she said. “Julie and I both already know the deal. You want to have a few girls like Crystal at the agency. I need money. Crystal knows my husband keeps me on a really minimal allowance. I’m tired of it. If sex is how I can get it? Fine. I’ll do it.”

I smiled. “Well, I have to admit, this is a surprise,” I said. “But I wonder if you know what you’re in for.”

Bianka smiled broadly. Her face was angelic. There was a youthful innocence about it. Her eyes were big and brown. Her smile was electric white. Her lips were full but natural. A look of uncertainty washed over her face, though.

“Maybe you can tell me,” she said.

I refilled our Champagne glasses and guided her to the couch. We sat close together.

“Well, it’s really more than just having sex for money,” I said. “Jess is very particular about her Infinity girls. Her clients are extremely demanding. You’ve got to really love it, honestly. You can’t fake it.”

“I think I can do it,” Bianka said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself, like Crystal used to do.

“Well, tell me this,” I said, taking the risk of sounding like a casting couch porn producer. “Do you really like sex?”

“I do,” she said.

“I don’t just mean sex,” I said, sounding a bit condescending. “I mean dirty, raunchy, porn-style sex. The stuff wicked men fantasize about.”

Bianka paused. In an instant, I understood it.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?” I said.

She shook her head. Fine. I would have to be patient. I’d set it up for her and lead her down the path.

“How many men have you been with, Bianka?” I asked.

“Two,” she said quietly. But she quickly added, “I was always really into giving blowjobs.”

“Ah,” I said. “One of those.” I intentionally put a little acidity in the final three words.

“I thought I’d save myself for marriage,” she said, her head down.

“With Infinity? I have to be honest, Bianka,” I said, intentionally using her name. “You could be fucking four or more guys every week.”

“I know,” Bianka said. “Crystal told me.”

“It’s not quite enough to know,” I said. “You have to want it, and you have to be good at it. You’re not going to make it past the tryout if you can’t embrace what you know.”

“I loved sucking your dick,” Bianka blurted. “I fingered myself until I got off twice when I got home. It turned me on so much.”

I grinned at her. That was an unexpected and pleasant surprise.

“Did you?” I asked. “With your fingers or a toy?”

“My fingers,” she said. “I don’t have a toy.”

My hand slid up her thigh. It was time to stop playing. I leaned in and kissed her.

“That’s so hot,” I whispered. “Maybe I underestimated you. You think you can prove me wrong?”

She kissed back eagerly and nodded happily when I challenged her.

“Strip,” I ordered.

Bianka was shy about disrobing. She shouldn’t have been. Her breasts were bigger than I had guessed. They were perky, natural, full C-cups. Her neck was slender, her collarbone prominent. Her stomach was perfectly flat and, honestly, nicer than Crystal’s perfect one. She had a gentle lushness at her hips and a significant thigh gap. She was a slender girl, but her ass was a perfect, small bubble. There was no reason she should have had such perfect tits and ass. Her pussy was beautifully smooth, not a hair in sight. She caught me staring.

“Crystal told me I needed to get waxed,” she said.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking,” I said. It wasn’t flattery. Bianka was utterly stunning, like model-level stunning. “Bend over for me.”

She bent over. The wax had been Brazilian. My cock was ready to tear through my jeans.

“Am I pretty?” she asked. And I realized she genuinely didn’t know what my answer would be. This was a diamond in the rough. All I had to do was chip off the religious veneer, and she would be a precious star.

“Stunning,” I said. “But there are a lot of pretty girls who are fun to look at and boring to play with. You aren’t going to be one of those girls, are you?”

“No,” Bianka said confidently. “I won’t be. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Come suck me,” I said. I shed my clothes in record time and spread my legs.