Chapter 11

Author’s Note: Really appreciate your time and feedback. We’re going to get a pretty good idea of the path down which this road will lead. Enjoy.

I pulled up to the arrivals for Terminal C at IAH in a stretch Lincoln Navigator. It was a silly gesture, but I wanted to welcome the girls home in style. I had two bottles of Champagne with me in the back and was eager to hear how their two-night stay in LA with Kelly had been.

Kat and Jess looked surprisingly refreshed and energetic when they walked out of the arrivals exit door, then doubled over in laughter and amusement at their ride home. They were flirty and touchy, taking turns kissing me. I could tell something was up. They looked at each other and giggled.

“Do you want to tell him?” Jess asked.

Kat nibbled my ear, her breath coming out of her mouth hot.

“Your girlfriends are whores,” she whispered.

“I know,” I said and laughed.

“We were so naughty,” Jess said.

“Are you going to tell me?” I asked.

“Only if you remember that when I get paid, it doesn’t count, right, daddy?” Kat said.

I groaned. I was dying to know what had happened on their trip.

“Should we tease him?” Kat said to Jess.

“We should tease him,” Jess said conspiratorially.

They started to narrate the weekend, each of them taking a turn to whisper in my ear part of the story, while the other gently put a hand over my cock on top of my pants.

“Kelly had set up a date one night for each of us,” Jess said. “That way she and I got to talk business one night, and Kat got to catch up with her the next.”

“My date was Friday night,” Kat said. “You know how well Kelly knows my taste. He was a hunk, a former model who’s now an actor.” She kissed my ear and neck.

“Do you want to see a picture of her outfit?” Jess asked. I could only nod. She took out her phone.

“Look at me,” Kat said. “Didn’t I look like a whore?”

In the photo, there stood Kat in front of the French doors leading out to Kelly’s pool. Her hair was teased up high. She wore thick eye makeup, including garish eye shadow. The pink lipstick matched her bubblegum pink dress, which was strapless and skin tight. It was so short, you could see the barest hint of the pink thong she wore underneath.

“You look like a whore,” I said with conviction. I turned and tried to kiss her.

“Nuh-uh,” Kat said with a grin.

“Story time only,” Jess admonished.

“Kelly’s driver took me to the Beverly Hills Hotel,” Kat continued. “Everyone knew what I was there for. I saw the stares in the lobby. But I just walked past them and took the elevator to his room. It made me feel so much like when you pimped me out in Vegas.” She smiled and licked her lips before continuing.

“He was gorgeous,” she said. “He opened the door wearing only a towel, and my eyes immediately went to his six-pack. He was ripped. Just the kind of guy I could never say no to. And I could tell he was a total asshole. It made my cunt leak like a faucet.”

I took a deep breath.

“He offered me a drink, and I said no,” she said. “He wasn’t much for small talk. He just dropped his towel and told me to suck him. Baby, his dick was so beautiful. It wasn’t as thick as yours, but it was so long. It was so pretty, I just attacked it. And he was rough.” She paused to emphasize that. “It kept hitting the back of my throat, and I could just feel my makeup running down my cheeks.”

Jess was rubbing my cock just lightly enough to make it a perfect tease.

“I think the blow job was a test,” Kat continued. “Because when he saw I could take it, he ordered me to lie on the bed, and he face-fucked me so hard with my head hanging over the edge. It was so hot, and I was soaking wet. I started to play with my pussy, and he told me to stop. He said no playing with myself. So I took my hands and put them on his butt -- god, he had such a nice butt -- and made him fuck my throat deeper. I think he liked that. Does it sound like I was being a good whore?”

I nodded and tried to kiss her again, but she moved to the side and kept whispering.

“At this point, he knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do. He made me strip and said I was cute. He was being such a jerk, it only made me try harder to impress him. He could see how wet I was. He asked for a condom, and I told him I hadn’t brought any and said it was okay if he didn’t use one. I heard him call me a dumb bitch under his breath, and I realized he was right.”

We were speeding closer to my place, where Kat would have to leave us to return to her husband. She skipped through the rest of the narrative quickly. For the next ninety minutes, he fucked her pussy and ass, alternating between the two however he felt like it. He was rough. He spanked her hard and pulled her hair, and she could only exhort him to be rougher with her.

“Daddy, I know I promised you that only you got my ass, but he paid me, so it’s okay, right?” Kat said. “I admit, I loved it. I came so hard. I know he didn’t care that I came. But it felt so good taking him up my ass.”

“You know the rule, Kitty Kat,” I whispered back. “It doesn’t count if you’re being a whore.”

“Thank you, daddy,” she said. She wrapped up just as we pulled into the courtyard of the complex. “As soon as he came? He told me to get out. I just dressed and left, and, oh my god, I was such a mess. I looked like a cheap, used whore. You wouldn’t believe it. I got back in the car with Kelly’s driver and counted the money. It was $3,000. That much money, and I came so hard. I felt like an addict because I wanted to go upstairs and do it all over again.”

“Such. A. Whore,” Jess said. “Just look.” She scrolled to another picture on her phone, taken after Kat had returned to Kelly’s house after her date. The thick eye makeup was smeared on her forehead and down her cheeks. Her hair was a tousled mess. The dress hung from her in as flattering a way as ever. But she was unmistakably a used whore, and she was flashing her TV smile. My cock was as hard as iron. Jess felt it. Kat felt it.

We got out of the car, and I helped Kat load her suitcase into her SUV. We kissed. It was a lingering, deep kiss with a lot of feelings behind it.

“Sorry for teasing you so mercilessly,” she said.

“I’m sure I can find some relief,” I said.

“I’ll miss you,” she said and kissed me again.

We watched Kat drive off, and Jess and I went upstairs.

“So,” I said to her, “how did you top that?”

“I don’t even know where to begin,” Jess said.

“At the beginning,” I said, and she rolled her eyes.

We got upstairs, and she told me about the advice Kelly gave her.

“I’m really excited, babe,” Jess said. “I don’t want to make this some big operation, but I think I could expand a little bit, keep things safe, and make it something fun that I can be proud of.”

“Why do you want to do it?” I asked.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot because I knew you’d ask me,” she said. “And it really is just that. It’s fun. It’s naughty. It turns me on. I know it turns you on, too. And the money is amazing. I want more of it that I can call my own. And after talking to Kelly, I think it’s possible to be way safer and more discreet than I ever dreamed possible.”

“What did you learn?” I asked.

Jess shone a light on Kelly’s processes and safeguards. It actually was a very impressive setup. She used blockchain for all her agency files and information. She required real identities and submission to STD testing for her providers and clients. Everything was done strictly by personal referral, to keep the client base tightly insulated. And, in a true stroke of genius, she had a doctor client who provided all the health services, giving an official layer of protection to the health information.