Chapter 7

Author’s Note: So much more to unpack here, readers. Thanks for taking this journey with me!

My happy hour with Riri the hairdresser went a lot better than I expected. She was young but much less like a vapid hooker than I anticipated. She could hold a conversation, and she had a charming, if naive, enthusiasm about life. She just wanted to have fun. She had some street smarts, but she wasn’t jaded. And she was extremely receptive to me when I discreetly passed her $500 in a blank envelope when we sat down at the bar. I had even included a second envelope with $200 for her friend. No stone left unturned in the pursuit of pussy.

Riri was even more impressed when, after happy hour was over, I didn’t pressure her for more. I was a perfect gentleman, and I laid the charm on thick. She said she had dinner plans -- a safety valve move I expected -- but offered to hang out after. I declined, telling her I had been serious when I told her this should be a casual, no-expectations meeting to get to know one another. It was all a line, of course. I wanted to have fun in Vegas and was willing to wait a few days to plunder her curves. But she lapped it up.

In reality, my politeness also was driven by the text Jess had sent me.

“Finishing up soon,” she wrote. “Meet at home?”

It was an honest concern that Kat, Jess, and I might drift apart if we allowed ourselves to get too distracted. It would be easy for all of us to fall prey to whatever hedonistic apples fell our way, if we simply grabbed for them as they came along. Our lifestyle might have seemed driven by blind lust, but it required strategy to work long-term.

Jess apparently had the same thought, too. When I got home, she was waiting for me in a loosely tied silk robe and holding an open bottle of Champagne. She greeted me with a warm, soft kiss. Her hair was slightly damp, and she smelled like her floral body wash.

“Your hairdresser wears cheap perfume,” Jess said with a wicked smile. “But how was it otherwise?”

“Better than I expected,” I said. We kissed between sentences.

“You’ve always been such a sucker for those coed types,” she said.

“It’s how I found you, my love,” I said. Her face looked angelic, her skin smooth like fine china.

“Do you remember the first time we had sex?” Jess asked me as she filled two Champagne glasses on the bar.

“Of course I do,” I said. “You had a break between classes. I met you at your sorority house.”

“And we did it in my twin bed!” Jess said with a laugh. We clinked glasses and took a drink.

“It was earth-shattering,” I said. “Every time I’ve had sex with you, it’s been earth-shattering.” My eyes met hers, and the look of warmth that radiated from them almost melted me.

“I don’t think I ever told you what I did after you left,” she said.

“Oh? I thought you went to class,” I said.

“I didn’t,” Jess said. “I stayed in bed all afternoon getting myself off with your cum. My clit was on fire, and you shot so much in me. I just kept tasting it and using it to rub my clit. I couldn’t stop. I must have cum fifteen times!”

“That’s so fucking sexy, Jess,” I said. I put my glass down and moved closer to her. She moved her head to the side, so I could kiss her neck. Her skin was soft and pure. She let out a contented sigh. “How was your appointment tonight?”

I continued to nibble her neck, moving down and painting a trail of delicate kisses across her collarbone.

“It was good,” she said. “Unremarkable. He usually sees Gloria, but she had another client.”

“I’m sure he loved you,” I said, continuing my loving attention to her neck but beginning to move my hands toward her breasts.

“I’m a prostitute now,” Jess said, letting the word hang there. “I don’t even blink at the thought of fucking for money.”

“You’re an escort,” I said. “And you are so sexy.” I reached under her robe and cupped one of her breasts.

“I’m a hooker,” she said. “Two hours ago, someone I had never met before shot his cum all over that tit you’re squeezing right now.”

I let my lips brush against hers.

“And how much did he pay you?” I asked.

“A thousand dollars,” she said, a small smile crossing her face. “It doesn’t turn you off?”

“Self-doubt doesn’t suit you, Jess,” I said. “It’s the contrary. It’s such a turn on for me. I don’t know if you can ever understand it.”

“Help me understand,” she said. I liked when she was vulnerable. It helped us connect.

“You just said it the best,” I said. “A total stranger paid you a thousand dollars to fuck you. He has restrictions when he does it. Me? I get to play with your body however I want -- treat it like the amusement park you know it is. And I get to do it for free. For. Free. How could I not see that as such a perfect expression of love?”

“God, John,” Jess said, her voice quivering. “You really do understand me. The real me. And love me for it.”

“I do, Jess,” I said. I pushed her robe open fully. Her body was breathtaking. She showed the faintest hint of ribcage, but there was a pleasant, womanly flush to her hips. Her bare cunt showcased the blue infinity tattoo beautifully. Just seeing this work of art in the flesh made me insatiable.

“I haven’t done any coke today,” Jess said.

“Wow,” I said between kisses on each of her nipples.

“Alix gave me some edible gummies she got in Colorado,” she said. “She said they’re absolutely amazing for sex. I thought maybe we could try them. We have a couple hours until Kat comes home.”

“That sounds fantastic,” I said.

“We can play and wait for her,” she said. “I want to be sure to be here and be up when she gets back. I hope Tommy isn’t too rough with her.”

“Is that why?” I said. “Or do you just want the dirty details about how he fucked her?”

“Okay, maybe a little of both,” she confided.

She produced a packet of gummies. They were 25 milligrams of THC each, so we just took one to start. While we waited for them to kick in, we lay together on the couch and played. Her body was so familiar, it brought me comfort, and it had been a long time since we had quiet time to just enjoy each other alone.

“Being here with you makes me feel safe,” Jess said.

“Good,” I said. “I want you to feel safe.”

“It’s different from before,” she said. “I always felt good and in love with you. But I know this is forever.”

“It is different,” I said. “It’s more honest.”

We touched each other in a teasing, slow way. The edibles began to take hold, giving us a deep, full-body high that spread across us gradually. Jess’s skin felt even more like satin now. Her lips tasted like Champagne, as if kissing her was the same as drinking it from a glass. Our limbs intertwined, and it felt like we melded into a single being.

“This is such a pleasant high,” Jess observed.

“Do you think it would feel even better if I was inside you?” I asked.

“Everything’s better with you inside me,” she said.

We turned on our sides, and I slipped my cock into her pussy slowly. It was soaked, but the edibles made it feel different as my cock spearheaded into her. It was like putting on a tight-fitting glove. The sensation was overwhelming.

“Baby, this feels amazing,” Jess moaned.

“Your cunt fits me so perfectly,” I said.

“I can already tell how hard you are going to make me cum,” she said.

“Another difference between me and your clients is that I make love to you,” I said.

“You’re right,” she agreed. “Most of them don’t care how they fuck me. They’re just taking pleasure.”

“You love that, though,” I said. “You get off on being used.”

“I do,” she said. “I like being -- oh, right there! Yes, keep those long strokes against my clit! -- I like being a fuck toy.”

“You’re good at it, too,” I said.

“It’s because I’d do it for free,” she said. “The money is just a bonus.”

“I saw in your spreadsheet you’ve made more than a half-million dollars from whoring,” I noted.

“Is it that much?” she said absent-mindedly. She was getting close to orgasm.

“How much cock do you think that is?” I said.

“Not enough,” she said.

We fucked slowly for a while, until Jess came twice back-to-back. I didn’t stop, even though she whined that her pussy was sensitive.

“Are you going to fuck a lot of girls?” she asked. My cock pulsed at the question.

“Probably,” I said honestly.

“Can I watch sometimes?” she asked.

“You love that, don’t you?” I shot back.

“Sometimes,” she said.

“I’ll make videos of the Vegas sluts, how about that?” I said.

“I would love that,” she said.

“Are you going to pick out girls for me again?” I asked.

“Whenever you want me to,” she said. “Did you really fuck that girl after a meet-and-greet coffee?”

“I did,” I said. “In a parking garage.”

“You’re so bad,” she said. “I wish I could have watched you.”

“I came inside her,” I said. She pushed her hips back into me a bit more vigorously.

“I love getting cream-pied by a stranger,” she said with longing.

“You’re scheming, aren’t you?” I said. I could sense it.

“Some night when Kat is working, we should go seduce a couple,” Jess said.