Chapter 16

Author’s note: This is the culmination of LA. A lot goes down here, especially the women! Seriously, I am grateful for your feedback and engagement. Thank you for reading!

“Go enjoy your surprise!” Kelly urged Kat on.

Kat walked toward Patrick, slightly unsteady. I couldn’t hear their first words as they were reintroduced. But it didn’t take long before I could guess. Kat put down her Champagne glass and sank to her knees. She undid his pants and began sucking his cock with incredible adoration.

“Come on,” Kelly said to me, “let’s go inside. I have something for you, too.”

It hadn’t occurred to me that setting up Kat with Patrick might give me another night with Kelly. That was far from a disappointing prospect. I looked back to the panoramic view of the pool as Kat sucked Patrick in the sunshine, the bright light made me wonder if we were indeed playing with fire.

“So what’s your plan for us?” I said.

Kelly laughed. “Us? Oh, there’s no plan for us,” she said. “I have been used and abused in the last twenty-four hours. I need to take it a little bit easy. I’ll party, but staying up all night with three cocks means I need a little recovery time! Besides, I have dinner with a girlfriend tonight.”

“Okay,” I said, confused and curious.

“In a few minutes,” Kelly explained, “a friend of mine is coming over. She’s your surprise for the weekend.”

I arched my eyebrows. “Now my interest is piqued,” I said.

“She’s a little porn starlet I’ve taken under my wing,” she said. “That should give you an idea of what kind of night you’re in for. But be careful. She’s only 22. She still needs some polishing.”

“You’re incredible,” I said. “That’s too generous.”

“I’ll go get ready and take off once I introduce you,” Kelly said. “You four enjoy yourselves, and I’ll rejoin later.”

I sat and sipped on a glass of wine while I watched Kat service Patrick by the pool. It was easy to see the aggressiveness of his manner with her. It was particularly interesting to witness since it was utterly at odds with the chill, affable person I had talked to for a couple hours. And it was even more fascinating seeing this dynamic play out without any sound. He face-fucked her by pulling her hair. He slapped his cock across her face frequently. He smothered her face into his balls. It was rough and, from a distance, entirely uncaring. My cock was rigid as I drank in the scene.

It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang. Kelly rushed down the stairs, beating me to the door.

“Darling!” she said as she flung it open. “Come in!”

In walked what I can only describe as the living embodiment of sensuality. She was tall, at least five-foot-eight, with fire red hair that looked silky and full-bodied. Her porcelain skin drew attention to her hazel eyes and high cheekbones. She wore a skintight white cocktail dress and minimal makeup, both of which created unexpected irony given her profession. For a moment, I forgot entirely about Kat.

“April,” Kelly said, “this is my dear friend John. John,” she turned to me, “this is April Snow.”

“Enchanting,” I said, taking April’s hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she said in a surprisingly genteel southern accent. I was not expecting it.

“I’ve taken to mentoring April in the ways of business,” Kelly explained. “She has real star quality, which I think you already understand, John. Since I have to abandon you for dinner, she’s agreed to repay my generosity by keeping you company.” She next turned to April and said, “Darling, he is a real find. I don’t think you’ll find this assignment very difficult.” The phrasing made me curious, but I cast that aside for the time being.

“I can already tell I’m going to relish it,” April said, unabashedly looking me up and down like I had done to so many women in my life.

Kelly hustled out the door, leaving me alone with the exquisite redhead. I almost felt sexuality drip off of her like sweat.

“Can I get you a glass?” I asked April, motioning to the wine.

“Please,” she said, “I’d love one.”

“Help yourself to anything.” I nodded in the direction of the cocaine.

“I’ll never say no to that,” she said. I poured her a glass of wine and brought it to her. “Do you want some?” she offered. I nodded, and she skillfully and enthusiastically cut up lines.

“So Kelly really is your mentor?” I asked, trying to hint at something else.

“She is kind of a mentor and manager for me,” April said. “Porn was on my radar screen for a long time. My sex drive is just insane. But my business sense, well, it’s just easy to get taken advantage of. I met her at a swingers party that a casting director brought me to, and she has been very kind to me since then.”

“She seems very kind,” I said.

“How about you?” she asked.

“I met her yesterday,” I laughed. “My girlfriend used to live in LA, and they hung out together.”

“Oh, where is your girlfriend?” she said. She snorted two lines.

I motioned outside the window toward the pool. Kat was still on her knees. It had been almost an hour.

“Ah,” April said, “that must be Patrick. Kelly told me about him.”

I took a couple smaller lines for myself. April continued talking, “It’s sexy when guys share.” She moved closer to me. “But I like to play my own game.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Seeing how long it takes for men to forget their girlfriends when they’re with me,” she said and grinned.

We were interrupted by Kat and Patrick coming inside. Kat’s hair and face were a mess. Tears streaked her cheeks from the intensity of Patrick’s oral domination. She walked quickly to the coffee table and cut four lines, essentially ignoring us. She hadn’t sat on the sofa, merely bent over. And I could see how wet she was. Strings of juice trailed down her thighs, even reaching her calves.

“You sure you don’t want some, baby?” she asked Patrick. He shook his head.

She took all four lines herself, then picked up one of the smaller plates of coke and announced, “We’ll be upstairs.” Her eyes were manic. I wondered if she even knew I was there. Lust drunk was the term that came to mind.

“Jesus, he is hung,” April said in a low voice. “That’s at least eleven inches easily. Trust me. I know. It might be twelve.”

I shook Kat’s cool treatment off. I had almost expected it, and I wasn’t going to dwell on feeling stung, not when an exquisite redhead was engaging me.

“I imagine you have some stories you could tell about that!” I said.

“If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll share,” she said. “Right now? I’m a little jealous that your girlfriend has been sucking dick. Can you help me out?”

I smiled and nodded. April stood up and peeled off her dress. I was surprised and pleased by two things. First, her breasts were natural, with puffy pink nipples. Second, she left a landing strip of red pubic hair above her pussy lips. I cupped her tits and sucked lovingly on her nipples.

“Don’t ever let a surgeon play with these,” I said. “They’re incredible.”

“Well, at least not until they start sagging,” she said.

She sunk to her knees and pulled down my shorts. She ran her white fingers over my hardening shaft and said, “This is a beautiful dick.” She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, extended her tongue, and made one long lick across the underside of the shaft. She closed her full lips around the tip, then took my full length into her throat, quickly pulling off and spitting on my cock. Then her mouth covered it again for two long strokes into her throat.

She pulled off again and, while stroking me, said, “Your girlfriend is cute. Very cute. But wouldn’t you rather get your dick sucked by a real whore?”

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. “There is something magical about a real whore,” I said.

April worked my cock like, well, a pro. She demonstrated another level of understanding about how to handle the sensations a man feels when he gets head. She would suck it hard and fast. Then slow down. Added some hand strokes in and then take them away. She varied the speed and intensity constantly. She was a true student of oral sex, figuring out what got the most positive reactions from me, then doubling down on those things, like her long, very wet strokes with her whole mouth up and down my shaft. She brought me to the brink, then pulled off and sucked my balls, backing me off. I was putty in her mouth.

“Sucking dick makes me so wet,” she said. “One time, at one of Kelly’s parties, there was this really famous actor. Someone I had had a crush on since I was a kid. I hooked up with him, and I came just from sucking his cock. He didn’t even touch me. I blew him, and it got me off. I think I left a puddle on the floor.”

“You have one of the best mouths I’ve ever felt,” I complimented her.

“I’ll tell you something,” she said as she kept sucking. “Your dick is better than his.”

She hopped up and turned her attention to the coffee table. She snorted up three lines that were left, already cut. “I fucking love coke, too,” she said. “Don’t ever believe them when they tell you pormstars aren’t high. I have yet to see a set where there wasn’t coke.”

I pulled her to me, her body soft and supple yet firm. I kissed her heatedly. She continued the chatterbox routine, though.

“I need this inside me,” she said, grabbing my cock. “I really want to feel it. But I need to warn you.”

“Oh yeah? What about?” I said.

“What I’m known for best,” she said and guided my cock into her, “is how much I love anal.”

I savored her wet, velvety pussy. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” I said, “but you are way tighter than I expected.”

She humped back against me and laughed. “Oh, you know,” she said, “instead of a personal trainer at the gym, I have one for kegels.”

My pace was quick and stayed that way.

“You have a really nice dick,” April said. “It’s thick but not too long. Some guys are just so big they stretch you one way or another until it hurts!”

I laughed. “I’m sorry,” I said, “you are just so technical in your evaluation. I’m impressed by your knowledge. You’re like a dick doctor.” We never broke stride from our fucking.

“You’re right,” she said. “I should be showing off my other talents.”

“You’re doing pretty well,” I said. I loved seeing her creamy white ass push against me. Her asshole was bright pink, like her nipples.

“Come on, daddy,” she said, changing tone. “Aren’t you going to show a dirty little cheerleader how a real man fucks?”

“That’s more like it,” I said and gave her ass a hard spank. I adored how the white flesh instantly turned pink.

“If you knew what a slut I was,” she said, “you’d spank me even harder.”

I obliged.

“Yes!” she screamed.

I marveled at how sexy and lithe her body was.

“You want to share your expertise with me?” I slowed down and asked.

She hopped off me and turned around with a grin.

“I think I like anal more than vaginal,” she said. “It makes me cum harder.”

“There’s something you should know,” I said. “Anal is my expertise, too.”

April wasn’t kidding. She had me sit on the sofa and simply straddled me and guided her asshole down over my cock. She swallowed me whole, with nothing more than a sigh after I bottomed out.

“Yeah, fuck me,” she breathed, “you have a really, really nice dick.”

I sucked on her tits as they swayed in my face. She rode me up and down smoothly, letting my cock come almost all the way out of her ass before going back in at a deliberate, moderate pace.