Chapter 5

The Oscars were looming in a week, but before we got caught up in the irresistible, devilish fun of Hollywood’s marquee event, I had one more thing to do. One final getaway with my girls. Rita and I were going to Costa Rica for three nights. We had asked Stephanie to join us. Rita didn’t want to leave her behind. I sensed how much she liked the power she wielded over Stephanie, but she was a generous person who also shouldered the weight of responsibility that came with that power.

Rita was definitely in a phase of life where she enjoyed power. She and Riley had that in common. Rita had it over Stephanie. She was exercising it at the agency. And, at that particular moment, she was lording it over me.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Rita told me, sticking her tongue out and pausing before she continued. “We’re going to land in thirty minutes.”

“Longest thirty minutes of my life,” I said, forcing the maximum amount of bitterness in my voice despite the playful smile I flashed back at her.

“Oh, I wouldn’t count on that, darling,” Rita said. “There are so many other things I could do.”

She leaned forward, her breasts dangling deliciously as she reached for the glass of Champagne in front of her on the table. We had been on board the 737 for five hours. My balls were bluer than the sky that passed by as we cut through the air at 500 miles per hour.

“Then I better be a patient boy so I don’t have to find out,” I said, still smiling as I picked up my glass of Champagne and met Rita’s in a clink.

My wife then smiled at me again and leaned back, putting her arm around Stephanie, who sat next to her. Stephanie smiled at me, a little nervous, but that nervousness washed away when Rita moved in to kiss her. Any hint of nerves washed off Stephanie’s face, and she succumbed to the moment.

“You taste like me,” Rita said, pulling back and putting a finger over Stephanie’s lips.

Stephanie took a long inhale through her nose, her chest heaving. The kiss had made her nipples hard. Next to me, I heard another long inhale. This, however, came from Zoe, the flight attendant. She was also naked. Her nipples were also hard. But she had just snorted a line of cocaine from the half-dozen remaining on the polished, burled wood table. Across from her, next to Stephanie, Zoe’s fellow flight attendant, London, rubbed a coke-covered finger over her gums.

This wasn’t how I’d expected our flight to Costa Rica to go. I had lulled myself into an expectation of airborne debauchery. And when we had boarded, I knew Rita understood that. Which is why she pulled the rug out from under me.

“We should play a game,” Rita had said as we got settled into the plane.

It was a traditional post-boarding routine. We got comfortable, and the flight attendants brought us Champagne. One of them or one of the passengers would lay out some lines, and we would see what naughty path the flight would take us down. Rita’s earlier declaration changed that on this flight, which was nearly six hours from Burbank to San Jose in Costa Rica.

“What game do you have in mind?” I asked.

“It’s something I made up,” Rita said, running her tongue across the bottom of her lower teeth. “I call it the Naked Truth.”

“That sounds intriguing,” I said.

Next thing I knew, Rita, Stephanie, and I were in the cabin naked. So were Zoe and London. Christy had been given this trip off. Watching Stephanie strip in front of the flight attendants was interesting. She knew them. She was also more comfortable as she adapted to our lifestyle and felt more at home in it. But she hadn’t quite shed that hesitation and shyness that had always been a part of her since we met. It took Stephanie longer to change into her birthday suit than Rita, Zoe, London, or me. We were seated and sipping Champagne while Stephanie had just finished undoing the zipper on her dress and let it crumple to the floor – she almost always wore dresses that clung to her shapely figure, which I thought indicated she liked showing off at least a little.

Zoe and I each ripped a couple lines of coke to start off the festivities, but I noticed that London didn’t. She looked for Rita for permission, and that was a second indication that something about this flight would be different.

“Go ahead, Londy,” Rita said in a firm voice.

“If it’s okay, I would defer to Steph first, goddess,” London said.

“I don’t see a problem with that,” Rita said, smiling at Stephanie, who had finally joined the rest of us fully naked.

Stephanie snorted two lines before handing the straw to London, who did the cocaine like she was an animal trying to slake its thirst. Rita went last, and all of us turned our eyes to her to get the game started.

“So,” Rita began, “the Naked Truth is like truth-or-dare. But there’s a wrinkle for this flight. John can’t be involved in any dare. That’s the first rule. The second rule, obviously, is that we’re all naked. And the third rule? You cannot ask for a dare more than one time in a row. You have to reveal a naked truth.”

“I like it!” Zoe said.

“Who goes first?” Stephanie asked, pinching her nose and looking a little unsure of herself.

“I’ll go first,” Rita said. “And, John, why don’t you be the questioner.”

“Okay, my love,” I said, my eyes aflame with adoration as I looked at her. “Naked truth or dare?” I laughed.

“Dare,” Rita said and grinned.

“Well, so much for finding out the naked truth then!” I said and laughed again. “Okay, so the dare can’t be about me. Let’s go with...” I scanned the three other girls sitting with us. “I’ll make it easy. I dare you to kiss Zoe. I don’t think you ever have.”

“Lucky me,” Zoe said, pressing her tongue against the back of her upper teeth. It was a quirky behavior that I found utterly seductive.

Rita and Zoe both half-stood and leaned across the table. Rita’s breasts hung deliciously, like ripe pears just waiting to be plucked off a tree. Her nipples were erect, and her firm mounds swayed gently. My cock stirred seeing them, and I had an urge to titty fuck her. Zoe mimicked Rita’s stance, and the youthful firmness of her perky breasts came fully into view. Those pretty handfuls were neatly upturned, almost daring you to put one of her thick, pink nipples in your mouth. Rita put a hand on Zoe’s cheek, and their lips met, but the embrace quickly turned into a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss that lingered for more than a minute.

“Fuck,” Zoe said when they finally broke it. “Now I know why they called you ‘goddess.’”

Rita just laughed and hooked her hair over her ear.

“That’s not why,” she said with a knowing smile.

“I think you just turned on the faucet,” Zoe said, her voice cracking. She didn’t sit down right away. Instead, she slipped her hand between her slender thighs and then quickly removed it, holding up a finger. “Look!” she said, showing off the glistening juices that covered it.

“I dare you to taste that, Londy,” Rita said.

“Yes, goddess,” London said, her tone indicating the request was not a dare but an order.

Zoe offered her finger across the table, and London lewdly sucked it clean.

“You’re delicious,” London said sincerely.

There was a pause in the proceedings as everyone waited for Rita to tell us who was next. I broke the tense silence.

“I really have to just fucking watch all this?” I said with mock indignation.

“You really have to just fucking watch,” Rita said with a wicked grin.

“Well, I might as well make myself useful then,” I said with an exaggerated sigh.

I refreshed everyone’s glasses of Champagne, pouring an extra-full one for myself. I had a feeling I was going to need it. I was right.

“Okay, John,” Rita prompted me. “Next question. Are we doing a naked truth or dare? It’s Steph’s turn.”

“I’m not sure if I can take many more dares,” I said flippantly. “So, Steph, I’m going to go with truth.”

“Okay,” Stephanie said, her nervous voice cracking.

“This is tough,” I said, intentionally drawing out the moment. Stephanie looked at me with trepidation. I took the hint. I would save tougher truths for later. “Okay, what is the naughtiest fantasy you have that you’ve never told anyone?”

“Oh god,” Stephanie said and cupped her hands over her face as it turned bright red.

“I’m dying to hear this,” Rita said.

“I would totally love to answer this,” Zoe said.

Everyone looked at Stephanie expectantly. She lowered her hands and smiled.

“This is so embarrassing,” she said.

“Oh, please,” Rita said. “Nothing is embarrassing. You know that.”

Stephanie took a deep breath and composed herself.

“Okay,” she said. “I keep thinking about this trip, and I know Rita brought my favorite strap-on, and, I was, like, thinking about how at a lot of the parties I’ve seen girls – Kat, especially – take two guys at once, and I can’t stop thinking about Rita and John giving me double penetration.”

The words came out in a rush, like an unexpected swell of wind blowing across the plains. Stephanie looked relieved to have even mustered the courage to say anything. Rita had a huge smile on her face, but she played her response cool.

“Interesting,” she said. “Zoe, do you want to answer, too? I’m curious what you would say.”

Stephanie took a long drink of her Champagne. She smiled shyly at me, and I winked at her.

“I’ll take a dare, too, if you want, because I don’t want to forfeit my turn,” Zoe said with a cute giggle. “But my fantasy, and I’ve had this one a long time, is that I would love, love, love to be blindfolded and left in a hotel room – it’s always a hotel room when I think about it – and it would be set up that a whole bunch of guys would come in, one at a time, and do whatever they wanted to with me. And when it was all done? I’d get to take off the blindfold and meet them and pick which one I liked best and then let him ravage me the rest of the night.”

“Naughty!” London exclaimed.

“So you’d let these guys run a train, and that would only be the appetizer?” Rita observed. “You’d want your favorite to get the real party started after?”

“Yeah,” Zoe said matter-of-factly. “I mean, I like marathon sex. I’d fuck nonstop if I could.”

“Now it’s my turn to be dripping wet,” London said.

“It’s also your turn,” Rita said. “Naked truth or dare?”

“Truth,” London said, turning to look at me. Her blue eyes looked more gray at the moment, and I couldn’t help but notice how her youthful, honey-colored skin didn’t even seem to bunch up while she was sitting naked. She was taut, in peak physical condition. Her nipples were hard in the cool cabin of the plane, but the youthful heft of her natural breasts were unfair even considering her age.

“Okay,” I said and flashed a smile that I hoped conveyed that I was going to flex my power in this situation. “You’ve been caught serving two masters on occasion since we met you. So I want to know: if Rita told you to do something, and your Aunt Katie told you to do something, and those two things conflicted with one another, who would you obey?”

Zoe whistled. Rita let out a cross between a cough and a chuckle.

“Damn,” Rita said. “Not pulling any punches.” Then she turned to look at London for her answer.

Stephanie sat demurely, her gaze never leaving me.

“Damn, dude,” London said, her voice going full California girl. “That’s hella savage. Okay.”

London took a moment to compose herself. She closed her eyes for longer than a moment.

“Can I do a little bump first?” she said.

“Go ahead, sweetie,” Rita said.

London didn’t do a bump. She quickly and a touch shakily snorted a haphazard line. Then did a second and closed her eyes, sitting back in the luxurious leather seat.

“So which is it?” I pressed her.

London’s eyes fluttered open.

“It’s hard to go against family, of course,” the former cheerleader said. “I love my aunt. I would go to war for her. She’s like a second mother to me.”

“Sounds to me like there is a ‘but’ coming,” I said.

“You said ‘but coming,’” Zoe interjected with a cute giggle, pressing her tongue against the back of her top teeth.

“Let’s hear what Londy is going to say,” Rita said, and I saw by the look on her face she knew the answer.

London gave a deep, quick sigh.

“But,” she said and mustered a smile as she ran a hand through her naturally blonde hair. “But I’ve committed myself to obeying my goddess.” She turned to Rita before continuing. “I want to prove myself to you. Prove that I’m different.”

“I bet you can do it,” Rita said kindly.

The answer had taken me by surprise. In an instant, I understood just how many moves ahead Rita was thinking when it came to Old Katie and keeping her in check.

“But back to the game,” Rita said, turning her attention to me.

“It’s Zoe’s turn, I believe,” I said, turning to the skinny brunette.

“I can’t wait,” she said, clapping her hands together softly.

“Naked truth or dare?” I asked.

“Dare,” she said.

“Okay,” I said, acting like I was thinking up something. “I dare you to snort a line off Londy’s ass crack.”

“That sounds like less of a dare and more of a treat,” Zoe said, her voice thick with flirtation.

“How do we do this?” London asked. “Where do you want me?”

“I guess just lie down on your stomach on the table,” I suggested.

London stood up, her lithe movements making the act of climbing onto the rectangular table seem easy and carefree. She stepped on the leather bench, then kneeled on the wood top before moving herself forward, her breasts hanging heavily and the curve of her ass outrageous. Her thighs rippled, and she was tall enough that her blonde hair dangled over the edge of the table.

“Can I sprinkle in some truth here, too?” Zoe said as she scooped up some cocaine with a carbon fiber card to sprinkle between London’s firm cheeks.

“Go for it,” Rita said.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve done a line out of someone’s ass,” Zoe said with a laugh.

“You’re crazy,” Stephanie said, her voice cracking just a bit.

“Nothing is crazy if you’re trying to have fun,” Zoe said, encapsulating her personal philosophy in a single sentence.

She kneeled on the bench seat and leaned forward, hovering just above London’s ass as she put a glass straw up her nose. When she bent down, London giggled.