Chapter 15

Author’s Note: How will John handle Kat’s lack of transparency? Let’s find out. Will he have pushed Kat and Jess too far? How will they react? Let’s enjoy the ride, my friends.

Kat came home mid-morning Wednesday. Jess was at the Hooker House preparing for a lunch time appointment with a large oil and gas company’s CEO. I was on my own. She looked like shit when she walked inside. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her nose was red. Her hair looked matted and greasy. She took short, choppy steps.

“Hey,” she said quietly. “I guess I got kind of carried away.”

I hugged her. “Welcome home,” I said. I handed her a packet containing Plan B. “Go take it,” I instructed.

She looked a little hurt, but I felt self-assured about how I needed to handle this. Kat needed to see that I could have a firm hand. She went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and took the medication.

“John, I,” she stammered.

“You can tell me about it sometime,” I said. “But I’m busy today. So go get cleaned up. Get some sleep, you fucking look like you need it. I’m going to play tennis with Rita.”

“Rita?” she said. “You’re not playing here?”

“No,” I said. “I’ll be back a little later. Rest up. You’re going to need it.”

And just that quickly, I walked out the door and drove away in the Mercedes G63. Rita was shooting a promo video for her TV station that afternoon, which essentially entailed her doing short videos in a few scenic spots in the city. When I casually suggested it would be sexy if she had a pussy full of my cum in the promotional videos that would air daily for the next six months, Rita jumped at the chance. We only needed to find a place to have a quickie, and she didn’t receive the location list until the morning of. So I drove the big SUV, which had enough room in the back for Rita to bend over. The heavily tinted windows would give us plenty of privacy. The trick would be getting Rita in and out without arousing suspicion. The other trick would be keeping her hair, makeup, and wardrobe intact. We were only going to have fifteen minutes at most between her arrival and the start of the shoot.

As it turned out, the first location was perfect for us. They were filming at a large park downtown. There were two hotels nearby, each with a large parking garage, which would be the natural location for Rita to park en route to the shoot. I steered the Mercedes to a secluded level, texted Rita, and cranked up the air conditioning to keep her from becoming a sweaty mess. This was a sole-purpose quickie.

Rita’s BMW convertible zoomed into the spot next to me, and she got out quickly but nervously. I greeted her with an air kiss on the cheek, ever mindful of her makeup, and opened the back door. The rear seats were down, and she climbed inside with ease.

“This is crazy, isn’t it?” she said.

“That’s what makes it so fun,” I said.

“Oh, look at you being so thoughtful,” she said, pointing out a thick blanket I had laid across the floor, so she wouldn’t rub her knees red.

“I’m nothing but a perfect gentleman,” I said.

Rita hiked up her skirt and pulled her g-string aside. There was just enough fabric around the crotch to catch the cum I was going to put inside her.

“Is it wet enough for you?” she said, turning her head and licking her lips.

My answer was simply to plunge into her smoothly.

“Oh god!” she gasped. “Yeah, that’s good.”

I had been on edge all day waiting for this moment. Rita and I were escalating. We weren’t merely having trysts anymore. It was growing into a full-blown affair. Given Kat’s recent escapades, it was nice to have something to help me stay grounded.

With the highly anticipated moment finally here, I didn’t even feel embarrassed when I shot a thick, heavy load of sperm into her pussy in about two minutes. It was an utterly thrilling moment, even if I had nutted faster than a horny teenager.

“Sorry,” I said. “You are just too fucking hot.”

“Don’t apologize,” Rita said. I watched as she sexily slipped her panties back on, our combined cum flowing into the lacy crotch. “That was so fucking sexy. But I don’t think a guy has shot his load in me that fast since high school.” She laughed and gave me a light kiss.

“Your makeup is perfect,” I said. “And so is your hair.”

“You’re turning me into a naughty girl, Mr. Cameron,” Rita said.

I opened the door for her, and in moments she was in her car and sped away. I headed out myself, feeling upbeat. There was always something especially fun about having a filthy, intimate secret with a beautiful woman. I’d have to save the promo videos as a reminder.

My next stop was the Hooker House. Jess was entertaining her CEO at the pool, serving him lunch and Champagne. She was nude except for a kitchen apron. He was an older, interesting client. He loved parading Jess around, even in private, to show off that young, beautiful women still fawned over him. Even if it was for $750 per hour.

Jess had a particular gift for making people feel special. She had tremendous charisma, so when she focused her attention directly on you, it made you feel like a star. That she could turn that charm on and off like a switch – if you paid her, the switch flicked on – always was a marvel to me. It didn’t matter if she was parading around a pool with a frilly blue apron on, her ass crack being tickled by the ties around the back and cheeks spreading lewdly to reveal a red butt plug. She exuded that charm and class that was innate to her.

“She has a gift,” a voice from behind me said. It was Alyssa. I had missed her. Her real estate business was taking off, and she was only taking the occasional appointment. “Not one of us other girls can touch her.”

“Hey stranger,” I said, smiling. “You’re pretty damn good yourself.”

“I’m a hustler,” Alyssa said. “I overwhelm people by not giving them a chance to say no. Jess? She could be an actress. Or a politician. She puts her skills to such good use.”

“I do love her skills,” I said, unable to resist the double entendre.

“You know what I mean,” she said.

“You have an appointment?” I asked.

“Yeah, at two o’clock,” Alyssa said. “I wanted to hang out a little bit. I’ve barely been here. And I could use a couple lines. You want some?”

“Yes,” I said with a sigh of relief, “that sounds really great. Where can I do them from?” I had a mischievous twinkle in my eyes.

“Don’t get too crazy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve been working out my abs really hard lately. They’re pretty impressive.” She was tracking my response. “Okay, my tits. You can do them off my tits.” We laughed.

Alyssa wore a cleavage-revealing, midriff-baring crop top. Her stomach was phenomenally hard and flat. It made her tits look even bigger on her petite frame. A tightly cinched black skirt, secured by an oversized Chanel belt, preserved the curvy silhouette of her ass perfectly. I got out a tray with an eight-ball of coke on it and began to form lines for us.

“I lost my adderall prescription,” Alyssa said. “And you know what I realized? Coke is just so much more fun.”

I handed Alyssa a straw and made no secret that I was ogling her ass when she bent over to snort the blow. Her ass kept trying to eat her skirt, making me wonder if she was wearing panties.

“Yeah, fuck,” she said, sniffing repeatedly. “This shit is just so good. Jess also has a talent for this. She gets such pure drugs.”

“And they’re free,” I said. “Part of what she provides at the house.”

“I need to hang out here more,” she said. She pulled down her crop top, leaving it dangling around her waist. “Here, bad boy, come get your reward.”

Alyssa’s breasts, large orbs with prominent nipples and triangular tan lines, were a marvel. She dropped one line of cocaine on the apex of each mound. She carefully pulled her long brown hair back and then swooped her arms underneath her tits, pushing them up and out toward me.

I was greedy as I attacked the lines on her tits. I snorted them with gusto and felt a perfect rush from the drug. Alyssa had an air of mystery and detachment about her that drove me crazy. I sloppily licked up the traces of crystals off her cleavage and let my tongue wander south. Her nipples were outrageously hard, and I twirled my tongue around them before sucking them into my mouth.

“Dirty boy,” she said with a sigh. “I’ve got to get ready for my client.”

“You have a little bit of time for me, don’t you?” I pushed.

“That feels really good,” she said. “Really good.”

“You know what else feels good?” I said, lifting my head up and beginning to attack her neck with my tongue.

“I know,” she said. I had her mildly flustered. “Your dick always feels so good. But this guy really likes to go down on me, so I can’t just present him a freshly fucked pussy.”

“I didn’t say it had to be your pussy,” I said, moving toward her ear with my lips.

“I do have to shower off before he arrives,” she said. It was working. I moved my hands to her ass now, cupping and then spreading it.

“You know what I want,” I whispered.

“That’s so, so dirty,” she said. Alyssa had a way of playing power games, as if she was always trying to wrest control from you. She paused and waited to respond further. I looked at her with anticipation and determination. “It’s a good thing I’m feeling like a dirty girl today.”

Before leading me to a rear bedroom, Alyssa snorted a couple more lines. Her slightly crooked smile always struck me as sexy, like it was telling you she wasn’t cut from the same cloth as most whores. As we walked down the hallway, we bumped into Alix, who was just coming out of an appointment.

“What are you two sluts up to?” she asked. She didn’t bother to try to hide her nudity, or the fact that her tits were painted in and dripping cum. “God, there better be some blow ready for me out there. I’m crashing and still have another client today.”

We walked past Alix’s room, heard the shower running, and ducked into the empty bedroom across the hall.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Alyssa said.

“You’ve never been talked into anything in your life,” I said with a laugh. “You just don’t want to admit that you like my cock this much.”

“It is really nice,” she said, stripping off her crop top and skirt. She opened the drawer of the night stand next to the bed and retrieved a bottle of Astroglide. “You have a way with anal, you know.”

“So I’ve been told,” I said, now standing proudly naked and giving my cock a couple unnecessary tugs. I was ready. She was always a treat to play with, more so because she let me do it only occasionally.

Alyssa climbed into the bed on her hands and knees, poured some lube into one hand, and began to work it into her anus without delay. She slipped one finger, then a second into her puckered little whole, which had a small mole at the top right of it. She sighed as she worked the lube in and out, conditioning her ass for my cock. I took up my position, standing behind her, and she dropped her thighs to her ankles to give me a perfect access point.

“Do your thing, stud,” Alyssa said playfully. She was always a hustler, but she was never serious about anything but money.

I poured a drizzle of lube across my shaft and spread it around with a couple strokes of my fist, then lined up my eager, purplish head with her anus. Alyssa took a deep breath, and as she inhaled again, I pushed forward.

“Damn, I love how full that makes me feel,” she said. “Get it all the way in.”

“I am,” I said. My hands were pressing open her ass cheeks as far as they could go, so my cock could be as far inside her as possible. Her asshole was stretched to the limit. “Are you saying you need more cock up your ass?”