Chapter 11

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For the next three weeks, Kat, Jess, and I perfected an ideal routine of unabated debauchery. It was centered around the Hooker House, as we officially dubbed it after closing. We paid cash, and Jess moved the agency to it immediately. Most appointments took place at the house from the day after closing. We spent a lot of time there, and Jess made a point to stagger her appointments and Kat’s so that I had at least one girlfriend to keep me company.

On the rare times they were both gone? I could rely on the pleasant company of Alix and Brittany, who had volunteered to live at the Hooker House full-time. It made sense since they were the most popular of Jess’s girls, after herself and Kat.

With traffic handled in a delicate manner by Jess to ensure inconspicuous comings and goings, it was the perfect, secluded playground for us. It also allowed us to have a real home that felt more intimate, a safe space for the three of us to grow closer in our relationship. But mostly, especially in the beginning, we treated the Hooker House as our personal amusement park.

The pool was large, ringed by seating and an outdoor kitchen. The kitchen was professional grade, with a built-in Bosch espresso maker. The main living area was fully open, allowing for multiple seating and entertainment areas. Two of the four bedrooms were decorated to Alix’s and Brittany’s individual tastes. They were comfortable but generic, affording clients a safe space to pillage the escorts’ bodies.

The third bedroom showed off Jess’s sexual creativity. She put together a look she called “harem chic,” which played nicely off the “sheikh” theme in the room. Rich gold and earth tones adorned the walls, curtains, and fabrics. The mattress was luxurious, procured from the supplier of our favorite boutique hotel in Austin, and clients were greeted with candlelight instead of harsh, overhead LEDs.

It was the fourth bedroom, however, that revealed the kinky desires of both Kat and Jess. Featuring a king bed like all the others, it came equipped with a full set of built-in leather body restraints. There were multiple hooks on the ceiling to position sex swings. The walk-in closet was stocked with toys of all sorts -- a Hitachi wand, a shelf of dildos and vibrators, another of butt plugs, and an array of hardcore bondage items, such as nipple clamps, a flogger, paddle, gags, ticklers, and a spreader bar. There was a striking wardrobe of fetish clothes, from latex and leather to various harnesses. This was the room with no limits, and the only one with a dead bolt that could lock the door from the inside.

My favorite thing about the Hooker House, however, was that Jess intended it as a clubhouse for her girls and any clients who wanted to indulge their fantasies on short notice. That meant I could hang out as much as I cared to, getting to know or playing with unoccupied girls, even when my girlfriends were around. More excitingly, it also let me eavesdrop and monitor the appointments Kat and Jess had. I had an insatiable appetite to know what men were willing to pay them for sex and what they wanted to do to them.

Then there were the party favors, which probably made the clubhouse aspect an even more attractive draw to the escorts and clients alike. Jess put me in charge of stocking a large wine cabinet. She also had three safes hidden within the house. Her longtime dealer and Rita’s connection allowed her to make a larger number of small contraband purchases to try to help minimize detection. Kat and Jess had scoured antique shops around town for dozens of small boxes and containers to place in each bedroom and throughout the house to make marijuana, edibles, cocaine, xanax, and molly available. It was an astonishing stash, but we all agreed if we wanted to maximize the debauchery and fun at the Hooker House? The party must go on.

And, from the get-go, the party did go on. It was late summer and scorching hot. That made the pool the epicenter of the fun. It’s where I sat, sipping a margarita, at lunchtime on the Friday before Labor Day.

“It’s only noon, and I’m already melting,” I said, leaning back on a lounge chair.

“It’s because you’re overdressed,” Jess said, looking over her oversized Dior sunglasses at me. She was topless and wearing a bikini bottom that charitably could be described as dental floss.

“I can’t have everyone seeing my boner popping up every time you stand,” I said.

She swatted my hand playfully and lit up the bowl of weed that sat on the table between us. She exhaled comfortably and passed it to Gloria, who sat topless next to her.

“I’m so stoned,” Gloria said, nevertheless putting a lighter to the bowl and taking a deep hit.

“You’ll need to pull a Kat for your appointment then,” Jess said.

“What’s that?” Gloria asked.

“Do a big booty bump just before he gets here,” Jess said with a laugh. “It’ll perk you right up!”

I looked at Gloria’s beautifully tanned tits. She and her husband, Brian, had gotten a divorce six months earlier, and she upgraded to a larger set of implants. She was open about wanting to dial up her bimbo-like appearance. Her full lips were constantly painted in a Barbie pink color. She had a Brazilian butt lift. Often, she would wear a pink leather choker that had “BIMBO” spelled out in Swarovski crystals.

“If John gives it to me,” Gloria said.

“I’m always happy to oblige anything you want me to put inside you,” I said.

As if in tandem, Jess and Gloria flipped over, allowing the sun to beat down on their backs. I admired the shapely curve of their asses. I stood up, stretched, and lustfully looked at the jeweled butt plugs that were nestled between their cheeks. The dental floss bikini bottoms couldn’t cover them up fully.

“When does Summers get here?” I asked Jess.

“He’s not until five o’clock,” Jess said.

“He’s really enamored by Kelsey, huh?” I said, referring to the filthy, submissive slut Jess had brought on board simply to satisfy Jonathan Summers’s kinks.

“It’ll be his first time taking her into the fuck dungeon,” she said, looking up at me with a grin. “She is so going to get it.”

“Better her than you!” I said. “Do you need anything, girls? I’m going to get a refill.” I flashed my empty margarita glass at them.

“Champagne, please,” Jess said. Gloria nodded her agreement.

I went inside and, before pulling a bottle from the refrigerator, quietly walked to the rear of the house. Moans came from behind the doors of Alix’s and Brittany’s rooms. They were with regulars. I was interested in what was behind the third door. Like a creep, I tiptoed close and put my ear next to it.

“Yeah, snort all that shit up, bitch,” Tommy’s unmistakable voice said loudly and confidently.

“It’s so much, baby, and I’m already super high,” Kat’s voice came in weak protest.

“Shut up,” he said. “You’re my coke whore.”

I heard the distinct sound of inhalation.

“Now lick it, bitch,” Tommy said. There were a few moments of silence, before he spoke again. “Yeah, slut, get all that coke out of my ass. Lick my ass, you filthy cunt.”

Kat was almost finished with Tommy’s two-hour appointment, his second of three scheduled for the week. I had eavesdropped each time I went inside, in part to stoke the jealousy it aroused in me. He had fucked her at least twice already, and I was curious what would come next.

“Tommy,” Kat pleaded, “stop teasing. You know what I need.”

“Shut up and do what you know you’re supposed to,” Tommy said. I heard a hand crack down against flesh.

Kat yelped. “Daddy!” she cried. “I missed that.”

Her use of daddy stung.

“Tell me,” Tommy said.

“I need it in my ass,” Kat said, her voice overplaying a seductive tone.

“Why?” Tommy asked.

“Because I’m your anal slut,” Kat said.

“Whose ass is this?” Tommy said.

“Your ass, baby,” Kat said.

“When do I get it?” he said.

“Whenever you want,” she answered.

“And what do you tell your daddy?” he finished.

“Your dick controls me,” she said.

My cock was throbbing, and I realized I should get back to the pool. I didn’t want Jess and Gloria to wonder where I’d gone. At that moment, however, the lingering scent of marijuana told me I was busted.

“They usually finish with anal,” Jess whispered, sidling up next to me and giving a conspiratorial look.

I glanced at her sheepishly.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she said. “They’re hot together. But just know that Kat is doing a lot of acting. Tommy likes things a certain way. He always has.”

Before I could respond, Kat cried out, “Your dick is my favorite drug!”

Jess stood close. I could almost smell her arousal. I wondered if she had been truthful about staying away from Tommy sexually.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it?” I said.

“I’m so fucking wet,” Jess said. “But it’s pure voyeurism. Everything about Tommy is bad news except his money.”

I cupped Jess’s beautiful ass and ran my hand underneath, between her legs. It was sticky with her juices.

“I love you, and I want you,” I said.

“Gloria is waiting on us,” she said.

“Maybe we should put on a show for her,” I suggested.

“Maybe we should ask her to join,” Jess said.

“Let’s do that,” I said, then aggressively smothering my mouth against hers. There was urgency from both sides in our kisses. My hands roamed her almost-nude body.

Jess broke free briefly. She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.

“I’m so wet thinking about fucking Tommy,” she said. “And you’re hard thinking about Kat getting fucked by Tommy.” She let her hand brush over the bulge in my swim trunks. “Maybe we should let him join us, too, sometime,” she said, pushing me.

“Only if you get to use your strap-on on him,” I said, as my tongue flicked one of her erect nipples.

“That would be delicious,” Jess said.

She pulled me by the hand to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of Champagne, and we rejoined Gloria outside. She was passing the time by absent-mindedly blowing marijuana smoke rings and tweaking her nipples.