Traffic Girl: Stephanie
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Chapter 3
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3 - John and his girls are back again. After a focus on new business endeavors, they are plunged back into the world of raucous partying and sexual experimentation. See which temptations they succumb to this time. This is a long, interconnected story that is full of sex, heavy partying, polyamory, and the occasional wife stealing.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Incest Light Bond Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Public Sex Smoking Slow
Author’s Note: This one maybe comes a little out of nowhere. But I think it’s a fun chapter, and crazy shit always has to go down when John goes to Vegas, right? Enjoy and let me know what you think.
Improbably, the frenetic, sex-laden trip to New York with Kat only made me crave my next getaway more. I was in full hedonism mode. The more I got? The more I wanted. So after one day back home, I was greedily anxious for my second getaway, this time with Jess to Las Vegas. I couldn’t remember the last time Jess and I had taken a Vegas trip, and we genuinely needed some time to reconnect.
A big reason for that, besides our focus on work, was that Jess was grappling with a new reality when it came to Johnny. The devastating broken leg he suffered had officially ended his football career. That tragic blow came at a time just when Jess and Johnny had reached a happy stasis for their long-running affair. Shelly was on board with them. Kat, Rita, Katie, and I were, too. And then the injury flipped the entire situation upside down.
Matters became more complicated. Johnny had just completed a highly lauded turn as a studio commentator during the football playoffs and Super Bowl. It wasn’t public knowledge yet, but he was on the verge of signing a ten-year contract with the network to continue in that role. That studio show? Was filmed in Los Angeles. And that’s where Johnny and Shelly were going to be making their permanent home, starting as soon as they could find a house.
“Do you think that’s a good idea, John?” Jess asked me as she stroked my thigh in the back seat of the limo taking us to Burbank Airport.
“Come on, Jess,” I said, looking at her over the top of my sunglasses. It was totally unnecessary to be wearing them in the back of the limo, with its darkly tinted windows. “Where else makes sense? It’s perfect for them. Don’t tell me you’re not excited about it. I can almost feel your heart racing from here at the thought.”
“You really don’t mind?” she asked, her voice uncharacteristically lacking self-assurance.
“I think we should make the whole damn street a compound for us,” I said. “I really love that idea. You know that.”
“I’m going to be honest, John,” she said. “I love you. You’re my husband. You will always be my husband. But Johnny living two doors down is going to be a lot of temptation for me.”
I slid my arm around Jess’s back and pulled her close to me, our eyes nearly level and so close that our lashes almost touched. Our lips were close enough that we could each feel the warm breath of the other.
“If I had a problem with you fucking Johnny, we would have had it out a long time ago,” I said. “Besides...” I paused long enough to flash an impish grin at her. “Maybe now I’ll get a chance to fuck Shelly as much as I want.”
“She really likes you, you know,” Jess said, too quickly and too eagerly. It was cute how she was trying to keep her excitement in check. “Johnny has zero issues with you two getting together.”
“Babe,” I said, now putting hands on her shoulders and looking at her seriously. “I know how strong we are. If we were going to break, we would have broken by now. This is going to be incredible. Let’s make it happen.”
“I love you so much, John,” she said.
“I love you, too, babe,” I said, and we kissed.
Maybe there was a certain risk about having Johnny and Shelly move into our neighborhood, but I really didn’t think so. He and Jess had been an item, in some way or another, for years now. Shelly was a genuine temptation for me, with that perfect cheerleader body. And in the couple months they’d spend in LA most of the time, they had shown themselves to be a great addition to our swingers group. This was a no-brainer, if you asked me. And, sure, maybe I had some plans for Johnny’s pretty wife that I wanted to explore, too.
For me, though, the biggest factor was that Jess and I had a unique relationship. It worked for us. Hell, this entire escape to Vegas was different from any of the other trips I had planned with the girls. Kat had slipped up just slightly and let me know generally what was coming. It was going to be an all-out orgy, rather than a romantic, intimate reconnection. No, we were going to play to our shared lust for all things carnal. Part of our attraction to one another was enjoying the adventures we got into separately. Jess had originated my love for non-monogamy. It was a defining part of who we were together.
The limo pulled up to the 737 waiting for us in Burbank. I had come to get a kick out of flying around in the big plane. Different from my New York trip with Kat, however, we had a full flight crew, with Christy, London, and Zoe on board tending to us. They didn’t do much tending, though, unless you counted sitting around blowing lines of coke as work. Less than an hour later, we touched down in Las Vegas, with another limo waiting for us.
“Ladies first,” I said, letting Jess and the three flight attendants get in before me.
The driver looked at me with raised eyebrows, and I just smiled and slipped him a couple hundred-dollar bills.
“So what is this place we’re going to?” Zoe asked, excited.
“The Mansion,” I said.
“Don’t ask John what’s special about it,” Christy interjected, recalling her first visit there with me. “If you have to ask...” Her voice trailed off, and we shared a laugh.
“This is going to be fun,” I whispered to Jess, who snuggled up against me.
“I didn’t realize the girls were staying at the Mansion, too,” she said.
“We’re staying with you!” London exclaimed.
“Like in the same villa?” Jess asked, confused.
“Yes, silly,” Christy said. “We have very specific instructions from the other wives.”
Christy smiled, and a flush crept up her neck from her breasts.
“Uh oh,” Jess said. “This is going to be some crazy-ass Vegas shit, isn’t it?”
“Just wait,” Zoe said.
“Okay,” Jess said. “I’m game. I’m just going with it. I know Kat and Rita and Katie have something up their sleeve. Let’s have fun. I’m just along for the ride.”
“I hope there is going to be a lot of riding,” London said with a giggle.
The blonde, former UCLA cheerleader had grown into her role as a flight attendant. She was more confident and independent. She was also fond of indulging an increasingly insatiable sexual appetite.
“Who wants some molly?” Jess asked and flashed a small metal box filled with pills.
We all answered yes almost in unison. We washed them down with the bottle of Champagne that had been waiting for us in the limo’s ice-filled bar. The five of us easily killed the bubbly in the short drive to the Mansion. This had become a regular accommodation for us in Vegas, but I never failed to get a tingle of excitement when the heavy, hidden door slid open to reveal the sumptuous Italian-inspired hotel-within-a-hotel at the MGM Grand.
The limo pulled to a stop, and I was almost floored when I got out. While the driver worked with our usual team of three butlers to unload the luggage, I was enraptured by the lead butler who greeted us. Usually, Marissa was our host for the Mansion. I hadn’t seen this new girl before. She was average height, maybe five-five, with a pretty, smile-filled oval face. Her disarming green eyes danced, and she had classic red hair cascading over both her shoulders. The tight black dress she wore didn’t do justice to the slalom-like curves of her body. I immediately couldn’t take my eyes off of how her flowing locks framed her tremendous breasts that, in spite of the high neckline, seemed to want to push their way to freedom.
“Mr. Cameron, welcome back,” she said, extending a hand punctuated by bright red nails. “I’m Elizabeth, and I will be glad to take care of you and your wife during this stay.”
“Elizabeth,” I repeated back, taking her hand and reveling in her soft-yet-firm grip. Her skin was smooth and shockingly soft. So soft it reminded me of Nicole. “So nice to meet you. I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure before. I hope Marissa is all right.”
“I’m new, Mr. Cameron,” Elizabeth said. Her face was dotted with subtle freckles, but there weren’t too many to hide the fact that her skin was milky and like the finest porcelain. “I came over from the Sky Villas at Aria about three months ago. But don’t worry. Marissa asked me to take care of you personally. She is, unfortunately, on vacation and sends her regrets.”
“Quite the coup for the Mansion,” I said. “They may now truly have everything here.”
Elizabeth laughed but just turned on her heels and led us inside. The flight attendants fell in behind Jess and me, but I could hear their excited chatter all the way to our villa. And when we reached that villa? Even I couldn’t contain my surprise. I had never stayed in the Palazzo, the largest of all the accommodations at the Mansion and was most definitely not to be confused with the resort farther north of the same name. The villa was a mansion in and of itself at 12,000 square feet, and it boasted an indoor swimming pool, movie theater, and generous outdoor space. This was one time I wasn’t willing to skip the butler-led tour of our accommodations.
Partly it was because I was content to walk behind Elizabeth, despite the fact that Jess kept her arm hooked into mine. My eyes were fixed on the hypnotic sway of her hips, which were tightly packed into her dress. When she walked, the hem wanted to tug upward, which revealed glimpses of the tops of her thigh-high stockings. Her ass was round and proud, which made her body – except for the large breasts – very similar to Jess’s.
“She’s luscious,” Jess whispered, as if reading my thoughts.
“Never crossed my mind,” I whispered back. “This is our romantic getaway.”
“I have a feeling the others have something else planned for us,” Jess said.
We were interrupted when, as Elizabeth led us through the kitchen, Zoe spoke up from behind us.
“Can we smoke in here?” she asked.
“You can do anything you want in here,” Elizabeth answered, her words thick and her eyes fixated directly on me. “If you need any cigarettes, just let me know. We have a variety of brands. And any vaping needs, as well. I understand any more, uh, discreet needs you’ve already handled.”
“I brought my own, thanks,” Zoe said, tapping a Gauloises against a newly opened pack and sparking it up with a plastic lighter. “Anyone else?” she asked as she exhaled a plume of smoke into the high, vaulted ceiling.
It took fifteen minutes to finish seeing the whole villa. We were all stunned, in a good way, that we’d have three nights with this as our playground. There were four bedrooms, but the flight attendants would be staying in one of them together.
“There are a lot of bedrooms,” I noted aloud.
“Your other guests will be joining you for dinner,” Elizabeth said without missing a beat.
Jess and I exchanged a look.
“Every detail is taken care of,” she added. “Dinner will be at eight o’clock.”
“Okay,” I said, blinking.
“Is there anything else?” Elizabeth took a step closer to me, and I could feel that she wanted me to test her.
“I can’t think of anything,” I said. “At least, not that’s appropriate for work hours.”
She smiled at me and replied, “Well, you are my only client for the next few days. I’m here to provide you with the highest level, regardless of whether that requires going above and beyond.”
“Well, Elizabeth, as you can see,” I said, “we have a lot of surprises in store. So I’ll give you as much notice as possible in case we need you to do that.”
“Thank you, Mr. Cameron,” she said and gave a half-bow.
When the curvy redhead was gone, the flight attendants went to their bedroom, and Jess and I adjourned to ours. We agreed to freshen up before meeting at the bar to get the party started.
“Let’s start this trip on the right note, John,” Jess said, closing the door to our bedroom behind her. It was a massive master suite, with two WCs, a huge bath, and a private entry into the outdoor garden. She pulled her cornsilk blonde hair back in a ponytail and pulled me to her. But she didn’t kiss me. She dropped to her knees, the white sundress she wore billowing around her. “I want to suck your dick, baby.”
She pulled my cock out of my shorts and shoved it into her throat. No preliminary licking. No delay. Jess just went straight to deep-throating.
“Oh, fuck, Jess,” I said, pushing my fingers through her fine hair. “You give the best head.”
She pushed her nose against the base of my pubic bone, which should have gagged her as she held it there and desperately tried to take me deeper. But Jess really didn’t have a gag reflex. She finally came up for air, moisture streaming down her cheeks and spit streaming from her mouth as she pulled back.
“Kat needs two dicks,” she panted. “Rita loves cum. Katie likes being choked out. Me? I need a dick in my mouth. I love sucking dick.”
“You’re the queen,” I said.
“Tell me that again, baby,” she said.
“You’re the queen of blow jobs,” I said and gasped again as she swallowed me once more.
Jess moaned, which sent a pleasant vibration up my cock, and sucked me with such enthusiasm that I just threw my head back and kept my hands on her head. I savored the feeling of her bobbing up and down, a true cocksucking slut. She was a pro at mixing suction with her twirling tongue, occasionally tossing in a few moments where she just let my cock hit the back of her throat to make her gag and drool spit down her chin. I don’t know how long this went on, but it couldn’t have been much time. Then I announced I was going to cum. That only made Jess more ecstatic. She stroked my balls, using them with her knowledge of my body to gauge when I would explode. When she sensed it, she moved her mouth to the tip of my cock and hummed in delight as my sperm spurted into her mouth. I let out a deep moan as I emptied my balls for her and opened my eyes to find my pretty blonde wife half-smiling with her mouth open. A pool of cum sat in the base of her mouth, her tongue moving lightly back and forth to show it off to me. Her smile got wider, and she swallowed.
“Yeah, baby,” she said as she stood up. “It is definitely going to be one of those Vegas trips.”
We laughed and took a few minutes in the bathroom to clean up. It was only four o’clock in the afternoon, which was a bit of an in-between time in Vegas. We made our way out to the salon, which was the large, central living space in the middle of the villa. It was a huge room, branching off into the various hallways that led to the rest of the satisfyingly ostentatious accommodations. But the highlight of the room were the massive windows that led to the glass doors opening to the indoor pool.
“What do you want to do?” I asked Jess as we walked down the hall from our bedroom to the salon.
When we reached it, we heard screams coming from the pool area, even through the thick glass doors.
“Looks like the girls have picked,” Jess said, smiling.
There was a spread of appetizers along the bar at the opposite end of the salon from the pool. I walked over to it. There were two magnums of Dom Perignon in a large ice bucket, along with a half-dozen good white wine glasses. The Mansion always came prepared to cater to my very specific preferences.
“You may want to come check this out, John,” Jess said.
“I thought we could bring some refreshments from the bar with us,” I said.
“Okay,” Jess called as she walked closer to the pool doors. “But they’re skinny dipping.”
“Join them, babe,” I said. “I’ll bring the bubbly. Do you want anything else?”
“Do you have to ask?” she replied knowingly.
“You have some ready to go?”
“In my purse,” Jess said.
Jess had been intensely excited about this getaway. The mystery of the plans caused that fire to burn even hotter. She had decided this was probably going to be an off-the-rails weekend of partying, so she made the jaw-dropping move to bring an entire kilogram brick of cocaine.
“What we don’t use can stay for the Infinity girls,” she said nonchalantly.
I grabbed Jess’s YSL purse where it lay on one of the parlor’s luxurious sofas and found one of her travel coke kits in the side pocket. I pulled it out and put it in my pocket, then returned to the bar to pick up a bottle of Champagne and five glasses. Jess smiled and held the door for me as I carried our refreshments to the pool.
“Woo!” the girls screamed when they saw us.
I surmised that the pool was only three or four feet deep based on the three naked flight attendants standing up in it.
“Yum, goodies,” London said, licking her lips when she saw me with the Champagne. She was the tallest of the three, a couple inches taller than Zoe. Her body was, as always, effortlessly tan in that California girl way, and fit. Her breasts were perky, and she had been talking about getting breast implants. The V between her legs was bare, smooth, and just as tan as the rest of her.
Jess helped me set down the bottle and glasses, and I pulled the coke kit out of my pocket.
“Here are the goodies, girls,” Jess said, unzipping it.
“Yesssss,” Christy hissed when she saw the contents. Her bubbly five-foot-two frame was the shortest of the three, but her fake tits stood out proudly, bouncing just above the water line. Her lightly freckled skin shimmered from the moisture, and her vagina was like a magnet. The mound was always a little puffy, as if in a constant state of arousal. It was a good indicator of the sexual dynamo she was.
“Is this seriously a work trip?” Zoe said. Her tongue pushed against the back of her teeth as she talked, which I found irresistibly sexy. Her perfect breasts were delicious, like large, ripe peaches just waiting for you to put them in your mouth, the pale pink of her nipples making it a bit challenging to make out how prominent and long they were. She had grown out a landing strip above her pussy.
“This is what work should be,” Jess said with a laugh.
As I uncorked the Champagne and filled glasses, Jess unscrewed a vial of cocaine. It had a spoon attached to the lid, and she stood before each of the girls, feeding them two bumps like a den mother caring for her young. It was partly a power play but also from that instinct inside of her to take care of the girls who worked for her.
“This is, without a doubt, the best perk of the job,” Zoe said, a look of sheer joy washing over her pretty face. She flashed that enthusiastic, eager smile that made her so tempting.
“This or the fucking,” Christy said. “I can never decide which.”
“Oh, I thought the best perk was the travel,” London said, then burst out laughing at her own sarcasm.
“Come on, Londy,” Christy said. “You didn’t earn the nickname ‘Snow Queen’ from traveling!”
The three girls laughed together. They stood in a semi-circle at the edge of the pool, their chests close enough that their breasts almost touched. Jess helped herself to two quick toots of blow before offering me the vial. I took it and watched my wife disrobe while I took two healthy bumps. Jess’s body was lithe. She had been playing a lot of tennis. Compared to Kat and Rita, her businesses were on cruise control, so she had taken on more of a housewife role in the past few months. Her teardrop-shaped breasts were taut, the bright pink nipples upturned. Her ass was still luscious and firm, and her legs had become more toned from working out.
“Jump in, Jess!” Christy encouraged her. “This water is amazing!”
When I finished my hit of coke, I passed out glasses of Champagne to the girls and took off my clothes. They hooted and wolf-whistled at me. I climbed into the pool by, first, sitting on the edge and dangling my feet while I set down my wine glass.
“You should stay right there,” Zoe said. “Perfect blow job position.”
“Sorry, ladies,” Jess said happily. “I beat you to it.”
“Oh, you slut!” Christy said.
“Well, he is my husband,” Jess bantered back.
“Am I allowed to play with you?” I asked the flight attendants. “You probably know more about what the girls planned for us than Jess and I do.”
I caught Christy, London, and Zoe exchanging knowing glances.
“Our lips are sealed,” London said.
“Unless you want to put a dick between them,” Zoe said with a laugh.
“Let me put it this way,” Christy said. As the veteran of the three, she knew my wives and me the best. “And you know this, John. Every time you bring one of your wives to Vegas? You insist on surprising them in ways they never could have imagined. So, to put it succinctly, payback is going to be a bitch.”
Everyone laughed, including Jess, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t any more clued in on what the others had in store for us than I was.
For the next half hour, we monkeyed around in the pool. At one point, I had Christy on my shoulders, while London took Zoe on hers in a chicken fight, with Jess serving as referee. It was less an athletic endeavor than an excuse to make out. London was eager to kiss me, and I indulged her despite yearning to see how Christy and Zoe’s tits mashed together when they locked lips.
London had kept me a bit at arm’s-length recently. She was still embarrassed by what had happened with her aunt, Old Katie. Rita also thought those feelings were in tension with the former UCLA cheerleader having a crush on me. Now that I had a vague understanding of the parameters of this Vegas getaway, I wanted to try to bring her more at ease. She was a fun girl who was nice to have in our circle. Kissing her felt like a nice way to start breaking down whatever walls had gone up because of the volatility in the past.
“Just have some fun, okay?” I said, when I finally let my lips pull from hers.
She looked down and nodded. When the chicken fights were done, I got out of the pool to refill the Champagne glasses. I poured the rest of the magnum out into them and was surprised when I saw Elizabeth approaching with another bottle in an ice bucket.
“Well, you have perfect timing,” I said to her, unashamed that I was naked in front of her. “It’s like you’re watching us through a camera.”
Elizabeth laughed and said, “No, sorry, Mr. Cameron. Just good at my job.”
“You’re unflappable,” I said.
“Just a professional, sir,” she said with an exaggerated demure tone. And then she intentionally stared straight at my crotch.
“That’s a shame,” I said. “You could let your hair down. I won’t tell your boss.”
“You just tell me what you need, and I’m at your service,” she said, and I noticed how glossy and shiny her lips were.
“I might be tempted to press those limits,” I said.
“There are no limits, Mr. Cameron,” Elizabeth said then paused to let it sink in. “Will there be anything else?”
“Not just now,” I said, locking my eyes on her. “But what time do you get off?”
“I get off when you tell me to,” she said.
A shiver ran up my spine.
“Well, then standby for further instructions, Elizabeth.”
She smiled and turned to leave. I began to undress her with my eyes. I hadn’t ever pushed the limits with a Mansion butler before, even as alluring as Marissa was. But this felt different. I was attracted to Elizabeth in a powerful way. Maybe it was her strong personality mixed with hints of submission. I started to formulate a plan in my head but was brought back to the moment when Jess called after me.
“Would you be so kind, my love, as to pour another round?” she asked.
I didn’t realize the interlude with Elizabeth had taken long enough for the girls to drain their glasses.
“I don’t know, darling,” I said. “I think you girls might turn into prunes soon.”
“I’m hungry,” Zoe announced. “I could use a snack.”
She walked up the steps out of the pool and made a point of bending over to get a towel where I could watch her. Christy and London followed suit, and I had a fleeting moment where I thought this might have been a coordinated maneuver. Jess smiled at me as she toweled off, and we gave each other a peck on the lips. I picked up the ice bucket and carried the Champagne back to the bar, where the spread of appetizers and snacks still waited for us.
As I refilled glasses, the girls were going ga-ga for the outrageously delicious small bites, but they gravitated to the caviar and potato chips, a magical pairing with the bubbly.
“God, this is so good,” Christy cooed. “I don’t think I’d eaten anything since dinner yesterday! I was so excited about this trip.”
“Me either,” Zoe said.
“You never eat,” London teased the skinny girl.
“All I’ve had today was the huge load of cum John put in my mouth earlier,” Jess said with a laugh.
I noticed the passing flash of jealousy that passed across London’s face before she joined in with her own laugh. Once the girls had topped up on sustenance, Jess told them she had a little weekend gift for them. She disappeared into our room and came back with three small black velvet bags. She gave one to each girl. They opened them to find two items. One was a coke bullet. The other was a vial, an exact match of the one Jess had been sharing out of. Both of them were filled to the brim with brilliantly pure white powder.
“Oh, Jess, you are the best!” Christy exclaimed.
And the three girls all took the opportunity to revive their highs. Jess smiled at me. I pulled her to me and kissed her. Then the doorbell to the villa rang unexpectedly.
The five of us looked at each other, wondering what to do since we were all naked. But then the door clicked open. There was nothing to do but stand there, not that we really cared who would walk through the door. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Elizabeth returned, a brilliant smile on her face as she led three more guests into the palatial quarters.
“The guests I mentioned, Mr. and Mrs. Cameron,” she said, clearly enjoying the moment.
Filing in behind her were Melanie, Shelly, and Johnny.
“Did we catch you degenerates at a bad time?” Melanie said with a bright laugh as she walked into the villa, looking up and spinning around to take it all in. Her shockingly short mini-dress billowed up when she did.
I shook off the surprise and greeted Johnny with a sharp handshake.
“What’s up bro?” I said. “I didn’t expect to see you here!”
“I guess the girls decided we could all use a little escape,” he said.
“You all remember Christy and Londy and Zoe,” Jess said, and the flight attendants just smiled and raised their hands in awkward waves.
“Hey,” Shelly said, suddenly next to me as Johnny and Jess embraced hello.
“Hey!” I said enthusiastically.
We wrapped each other in a hug despite my nudity, and I saw Jess’s tongue jump into Johnny’s mouth. I couldn’t deny that, when they were together, they usually just acted like they were together. Although, in her defense, she didn’t skimp on giving me attention even if Johnny was around. That’s just how things had evolved and, apart from the occasional twinge of jealousy, it didn’t bother me at all.
“This feels crazy, but I think it’s going to be fun,” Shelly said, her eyes bright. She wore a midriff-baring tube top that framed her perfect natural tits gorgeously. Her skin was a honeyed tan, as always, and she wore cutoff jean shorts so tight that I could almost see her pubic mound.
“I hope so,” I said, and then she leaned in and kissed me, her lips like bee-stung pillows. She tasted sweet and fruity from her lip gloss.
“Shall we get you settled in?” Elizabeth interjected, and I could see the intrigue on her face from the dynamic she had just witnessed.
“Sure!” Melanie said happily. She finally came over to me and followed her sister by pecking me on the lips. “I’m glad to see you, John.”
“You, too, Mel,” I said. “You look amazing.”
“Does dinner at eight o’clock still work?” Elizabeth asked.
“Perfect,” Jess and I answered in unison.
There was a flurry of activity as two additional butlers came in with the luggage for our new arrivals. We made no move to hide our nudity from them. And they didn’t even look twice. Such was the level of service at the Mansion. We opened more Champagne and poured fresh rounds. Once the luggage had been unpacked, Jess disappeared into our room and came back to dump out a small mountain of coke onto the coffee table in the salon. She put out carbon fiber cards and crystal straws. That was the moment the weekend took a turn deep into the realm of debauchery.
Johnny pounded the rest of his Champagne, then slipped off the sofa to kneel in front of the coffee table. He tapped out four huge lines of coke, licked the edge of the carbon fiber card, and snorted two of them with ease. He held out the straw to Jess, who took it and did the other two. Before Johnny pushed himself back up on the sofa, Jess whispered something to him, and he nodded in response.