Chapter 23

Author’s Note: So the next three chapters will take on a new pattern. First, there will be a Hooker House vignette to kick it off. Second, there will be a date night between John and one of the girls. Here, we begin with Crystal and Kat. Chapter 24 will be Nicole and Jess. Chapter 25 will be Alix and Rita. I hope you enjoy as we delve deeper into some of the characters – not that there won’t be some hot sex, too.

“So, why here?” I asked Crystal after she slid into the passenger seat of my Maserati. She had parked her yellow Camaro in the space next to me.

“This is where my husband took me on our first date,” Crystal said between smacks of her gum.

She smiled at me and didn’t waste any time leaning over the center console to unzip my jeans. Without hesitation or another word, she swallowed my cock whole.

“He took you to Outback Steakhouse?” I said incredulously. “Your husband is a classless idiot. Fuck, your mouth is so good, Crystal.”

“Guys say they like my blowjobs,” Crystal said, briefly pulling off to fold her gum into a napkin.

“I love your blowjobs,” I said as she got back to work.

Crystal worked my cock lovingly. She had blossomed into such a delicious piece of ass, always making the effort to reach her full potential. And, today, she had been so insistent that I meet her at this location. Knowing why, I could see just how far we had pushed her away from her husband. It was only a matter of time until any remaining bonds dissolved.

Daytime trysts like this had become a regular event between us. Crystal loved it because they symbolized how our affair – and her path to escorting – had started. But, recently, she began to raise the stakes by suggesting places of personal importance to her. These were designed to be digs at her husband, a way of expressing her anger with him without confronting him personally. I was only too happy to serve as an emotional wedge in her marriage. The girls and I frequently discussed this now, recognizing we would need to find Crystal a place to stay. We debated between our guest house and the Hooker House.

That was a decision for another day. For now, I was ready to cum in Crystal’s mouth. As had become my habit, I put my hand on the back of her head when I was about to erupt. I pushed my hips into her, and she welcomed my load on her tongue with high-pitched, enthusiastic grunts as she finished sucking me.

“Your cum always tastes the best,” Crystal said as she sat back up. “I really like swallowing. But you are the best.”

I smiled at her and noticed she wasn’t in her usual work uniform. Instead of her white button-down shirt and pencil skirt, she wore a form-fitting sleeveless white top that did nothing to hide her nipple piercings. She covered up with a black blazer and also had on a ruffled black skirt.

“You look so good today,” I said.

“Thanks, babe,” she said. “Now I’ve got to run. I have a lunch quickie at the house. I figure I should take all the appointments I can get.”

And, like that, she was gone in a rumble of Camaro engine noise. Crystal had changed so much. All for the better.

I sipped a pre-game glass of Champagne while I waited for Kat to appear. When she emerged from the bedroom, Jess and Rita in tow behind her, I couldn’t help but whistle. Her hair was done up, like she would have it for an emcee gig at a charity event, and she wore a sultry, red dress that hugged her figure. It was slightly longer than usual, almost to her knees, but had aggressive cutouts on the side, which revealed a great deal of side boob and made wearing a bra impossible. That also meant her nipple piercings shone through gorgeously.

“You are exquisite,” I said, kissing her without regard for the matching red lipstick she wore.

“You two have fun,” Jess said, blowing a kiss as we turned for the door.

“Because that’s what we’ll be doing here,” Rita said. She turned to Jess and began a show-off, open-mouthed kiss.

I escorted Kat to the G-Wagon and opened the passenger front door before helping her inside. My hand lingered unnecessarily on her ass. I couldn’t help myself.

“Doing date nights was such a great idea, daddy,” Kat said as we pulled out of the driveway.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier,” I said. “It makes so much sense. We each get time together, one-on-one.”

“Not just with you, but with each other, too,” Kat said.

“I’ve noticed that,” I remarked. “It seems like the three of you are really into each other.”

“It’s not just seems,” Kat said. “We really are. This whole situation, whatever you want to call it, is just full of love.”

She put her left hand over my right as I drove. I could feel her pulse lightly as we held hands. In some ways, Kat was and always would be the heartbeat of our foursome. She had started it all. She had triggered the coincidence of reuniting with Jess – and even encouraged it. She had introduced me to Rita. She had been the instigator and, much of the time, the glue that held us together.

“Where are we going?” Kat asked.

I gave her the name of a long-time, high-end Houston restaurant that had improbably remained a see-and-be-seen spot for decades in a fickle city that leaped to shiny new objects.

“I thought we should inaugurate date night in a special way,” I said.

“I love it,” she said. “I love this. I love you. I need it.”

Her hand snaked between my legs and rubbed my cock. She stroked me slowly, wanting to feel my hardness. This was about teasing, not arousal. A few minutes before we pulled into the valet at the restaurant, Kat had unzipped my fly to feel the hot, hard flesh of my cock.

“Just touching you makes me so wet,” she said.

“I love knowing that you’re going to be recognized here,” I said, Kat now tucking my cock back into my pants as we pulled up to our destination. “And will have a wet cunt.”

“So wet,” Kat said sweetly, looking at me as I put the key in the center console. “And a butt plug in.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond because the valet attendant opened her door. We walked inside, and the hostess promptly sat us at a two-top in the center of the ornate dining room. Based on a few stares and murmurs, I knew some patrons had recognized Kat. It’s exactly what I wanted. To show her off. To help her see how sexy it was that she was known. Leered over. Coveted.

“You look so stunning,” I told her. “I have to pinch myself every time I realize we’re together.”

“I don’t need another man,” Kat said, her smile genuine and brilliant. “I mean that.”

“That’s quite something to say after you spent a couple days doing unspeakable things with the most famous leading man in Hollywood,” I said.

“Do you remember what I told you just before we started playing around?” she asked.

“Your body isn’t a temple,” I said, remembering the note she wrote me. “It’s an amusement park.”

“You have such a good memory, daddy,” Kat said with admiration. “That’s exactly what I was thinking of. But there’s another part to that, a corollary.”

“And what’s that?” I asked.

“If my body is an amusement park,” she said, “you need to know that there’s only room for one to ride in my heart.”

“That’s a ride I’d like to be on,” I said.

“You’re the only one who’s ever going to have a ticket,” Kat said. Her eyes turned a little misty.

“You know that’s the only thing I care about, ultimately,” I said seriously.

A server came over and took our drink order. There was never a doubt we would start with Champagne. It arrived quickly, then was followed by a delightful bite of hamachi crudo as an amuse bouche.

“God, I didn’t know how badly I needed tonight,” I said. “I love being here with just you.”

“I know what you mean,” Kat said. “We need this time for each of us to connect. It’s so much deeper. It sustains us.”

“Yeah, it can’t all be weekends of fucking Juliet Lawson,” I said quietly but with a laugh.

“It’s kind of surreal, isn’t it?” Kat said. “The whole ranch thing. Stephen. Juliet. I mean. I think you know what I’m saying.”

“I totally understand what you mean,” I said. “It’s like being invited behind the curtain. To be somewhere and do things you’re not supposed to.”

“Exactly!” Kat said. “I don’t mean this to sound like the way it’s going to come out, but.” She paused. “I can’t say no, if that makes sense? Like, I assume each time is a one-and-only.”

“I don’t know,” I said, turning a bit more serious. “Kelly seemed to think Stephen might have a thing for you. I think ‘infatuation’ was the word she used.”

“Oh, John,” Kat said, rolling her eyes. “He’s dating Juliet Lawson. I’m so out of that league.”

“I think you just made my point for me,” I said. “Yet he still went out of his way to come to the ranch for a weekend of fun.”

“That was for all of us,” she said. “Although, okay, promise you won’t be jealous.”

“We’re past jealousy, my love,” I told her.

“He did ask if I could come out one weekend while they’re shooting,” Kat said. Her words had an undertone of hesitancy. “Just me.”

“You should go!” I said, probably overselling my encouragement.

Our server returned, told us about the evening’s specials, and we ordered appetizers.

“We’ll see if he even follows up,” Kat said, brushing the topic aside. “Because I think you sensed it, too, last weekend. It wasn’t a level playing field.”