Chapter 26

Author’s Note: Thanks for reading and your comments and votes. We’ll be in Vegas a bit longer because I believe this is where the heart of Kat and John are and provides a chance for their best development, but the opening book of this story should reach its conclusion in the next several chapters. Please enjoy.

“I can’t believe you’re still this hard,” Kat said through heavy breath as we fucked standing up in the steam shower. Her hand caressed the side of my face and ran through my hair as I deliberately drove in and out of her.

“Teasing you also meant I was teasing myself,” I said, conveniently ignoring the three other women I had sex with in front of her that night. “I need to fuck you a lot. If I don’t get to? Well, I’m going to get it, no matter what it takes.”

It was just after 11 a.m. on Saturday morning. We hadn’t gone to sleep, instead just using cocaine to keep us going as we tried to satisfy our lust after a day filled with edging and delayed gratification. The hot water beat down against us, and our bodies moved in tandem that revealed a deep intimacy between us.

“Just give me one more load of cum, pretty please,” Kat said softly.

“Tell me what turned you on most last night,” I said.

“That you got three beautiful, normal girls to fuck for money,” she said. “They were willing to let you do anything you wanted to their bodies just because you paid them.”

I grunted in agreement and picked up the pace. I loved turning girls out. It was such a basic thing to do, but I couldn’t help it. Plenty of times I had used financial leverage to get in a girl’s pants. A couple times I had even helped them get into porn. Despite Kat’s recent pledge to only fuck me, I wondered how much the thought of fucking for money really turned her on.

“I did make them whores,” I said, rhythmically fucking Kat and kissing her neck as I talked. “And I made you watch me own those whores.”

The way Kat ran her hands across me, trying to find a way to pull me inside her harder told me how horny she still was.

“I’ve never been so turned on,” she said.

“Because I made you watch?” I probed. “Or because you wanted to be the one on your knees fucking for $2,000?” I moved my hand around her throat.

“Both,” she panted.

“You really are a whore at heart,” I said.

That pushed Kat over the top. She nearly doubled over, convulsing in a powerful orgasm that rode on for a half a minute. Already halfway on the ground, she got to her knees.

“Cum all over me,” she said in a begging voice. “Treat me like a whore. Shoot your load all over my pretty face and show me that I’m just a whore.”

She squeezed my balls and started jerking my cock near her face. I closed my eyes and fantasized about Kat working as an escort. I questioned whether it was sincere or just acting, but the thought turned me on so much, I didn’t care. My cock erupted, but since it was the sixth time I’d cum recently, a sorry trickle of sperm came out. Kat licked my cock like an ice cream cone, eating the small load of cum greedily.

“Your cum tastes so good,” she said. “You really should let me drink it more.”

We uncoupled and dried off. We put on our robes, emblazoned with the Bellagio’s iconic B logo, and planned the day. I checked my phone and typed off a quick text message about my afternoon plans for us.

“I know this sounds ridiculous, but I’m ready to go,” I said. “I feel fresh.”

“Me too!” Kat said in a bubbly, vivacious voice. “I’m starving! Which is weird because we have hit the coke really hard.”

“Our superpower is partying,” I chuckled.

“And fucking,” she added.

It was a gorgeous late morning, so we decided to walk the Strip and pick up lunch along the way. I picked out a pleated tennis skirt and tight tank top for Kat, and while she didn’t wear panties, I spared her the butt plug to give her ass a rest. We left the villa hand-in-hand, an improbable bounce in our steps.

We indulged our appetites first, stopping at Sadelle’s for a quick brunch. The food was satisfying, and the bloody mary and mimosas we drank kept the buzz going. I was feeling playful.

“So,” I began, looking at Kat with a mischievous smile, “do you really think about hooking, or is that just fantasy dirty talk to turn me on?”

Her fleeting look of being taken aback was belied when she bit her lip.

“It’s not just dirty talk,” she said, leaning forward and lowering her voice. “It’s probably one of the two or three things I get off to most often.”

“Really?” I said reflexively.

“When it happened here,” she said, referring to the guy who had mistaken her for a working girl at the Cosmo some years before, “it made me feel so ... powerful. There was no submission in it. I realized that being attractive enough to have someone want to pay you? It is a huge ego boost for me. But it’s also just naughty, and that’s a turn-on, too.”

“But you never acted on it,” I said, though it came out as more of a question.

“I was focused on my career,” she said. She hesitated then paused.

“What?” I pushed her. “There’s something else.”

“I could have,” she confessed. She paused and let it hang in the air between us for a moment. My cock stirred. “But I didn’t. There were just so many reasons it was a bad idea.”

“That I can definitely understand,” I agreed. “But how could you have?”

“You have to swear never to mention this to anyone,” she said. “I mean, seriously. Cross your heart. Pinky promise. You can’t say a word.”

“I think by now you know I’m good at keeping your secrets,” I said.

“When Kelly left TV, she didn’t just go to be a trophy wife,” Kat said, almost inaudibly against the buzz of the restaurant. “She runs a very high end, very discreet escort agency. B-list models, porn stars -- like that one you met in LA was one of her girls -- and even some TV people.”

My jaw dropped in genuine shock. But, as I let Kat’s words sink in, it made sense. I remember the conversation with April Snow and how she had mentioned Kelly was a mentor and “manager.” It all clicked into place.

“I totally didn’t see that coming,” I laughed. “You really never took her up on it? Not even dabbled?”

Kat laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you,” she said. “Trust me. I’ve been tempted before, especially when I was younger. It actually is a pretty impressive operation.”

“I bet it’s fascinating,” I said, but I dropped it there, filing the knowledge away for later.

After brunch, we walked up the Strip and soaked in the sun. Kat’s tennis skirt was brazenly short and frequently flipped up her thighs, coming dangerously close to revealing her bare ass. I loved the way passersby ogled her. Her nipples poked through the fabric of her tank top.

We walked up the Wynn and watched the waterfall show at the Lake of Dreams. We strolled the Venetian’s canals and window-shopped. We kept up a brisk pace, and the exercise and fresh air felt invigorating.

“I can’t believe how nice it is today!” I exclaimed.

Kat squeezed my hand. “It’s perfect,” she said. “The sun makes me want to go to the pool. What do you have planned for us?”

I grinned. “We’ve got a cabana at the pool,” I said.

“You know me too well,” she said.

We redoubled our pace to get back to the Bellagio and change into swimsuits.

“I almost feel sober,” she said with a laugh.

“We need to change that,” I said, popping a bottle of Champagne and pouring two large glasses.

Kat stood next to me and cut four generous lines on the bar top.

“No sleep means we’re fully committed to partying today,” she said with a laugh and snorted up the coke with the efficiency of a vacuum. I followed suit and handed her a glass of Champagne. We toasted and drank.

“This is my favorite one so far,” Kat said. I showed the bottle of multi-vintage Krug.

“Never a bad choice,” I said. “And I appreciate that you have a good palate.”

Kat rubbed her hand across my chest. “Coke makes me so horny all the time,” she said. She turned and flipped up her skirt. “A quickie?”

I patted her ass, then let a finger wander between her cheeks, grazing her asshole, before savoring her slippery pussy lips.

“I love how wet you stay for me,” I said.

“You have an effect on my body that no one ever has,” she said. “And you know what a high sex drive I have. Please give me your dick, daddy.”

I patted her butt. “We don’t have time, Kitty Kat,” I said. “I have a surprise for you at the pool.”

She turned around with wide eyes. “What now?” she exclaimed.

“Put on the green bikini,” I said. “You’ll find out very soon.”

We changed. I had selected the green bikini expressly to take Kat out of her comfort zone. The top consisted of small triangles, which would let the undersides of her B-cup breasts to show, and the bottom was a Brazilian thong.

Kat reappeared and twirled for me, holding the sheer bathing suit cover up like wings around her shoulders, and said, “You want to show me off, don’t you?”

I grinned, and we headed to the pool. I led Kat by the hand, knowing exactly our destination. As we approached the cabana, I let Kat walk ahead of me and pointed her in the right direction. I lagged back a few steps to see her reaction.

“Hi, darling!” Kelly said, coming out from behind the curtains. She looked refined in a blue one-piece and large sun hat.

“Kelly!” Kat squealed and ran to her. They embraced. “What are you doing here?”

Kelly laughed. “I wasn’t going to miss your last trip to Vegas as a single woman,” she teased.

The girls caught up, chatting excitedly, and I admired Kelly’s initiative at stocking the cabana with fruit and cheese trays and plenty of Champagne. I poured Kat a glass and refreshed Kelly’s. They clinked glasses, and I excused myself, letting the girls talk while I took a quick swim.