Chapter 27

Our house buzzed with activity and anticipation the first Sunday of football season. First, Houston’s team was good. Really good. They blew out a division rival in the opening game at home, and there was buzz and optimism permeating the city. The core group of players invited were an exciting bunch, positive and hard-partying. And for the parties themselves, while theme nights remained, Jess had made significant changes.

The biggest came about because of Johnny Burris and Shelly’s wedding. Shelly had gotten to know some of the other players’ wives and discovered that a couple knew about the parties. They wanted to attend, too. Not to keep an eye on their men, but to participate. It was this development that made Rita and Kat keen to attend. They had considered sitting out the season, mostly because their Monday morning wakeup calls for work would come so early, but decided it would be fun to dip their toes in the scene. Rita, in particular, loved the ideas of teasing the players to greater heights of desire by putting on shows with their wives. And I loved how Rita had blossomed into this ringleader, trying to instigate greater pleasure across the spectrum.

Jess declared the season opener a toga party, with an underlying theme of Roman excess. There would be twenty-five attendees – nine girls, plus the four of us, eight players, and four of their wives – so Jess ordered food for fifty. Brittany and Alix volunteered to serve as human cocaine trays to kick off the event. And Jess had reconverted the fourth bedroom at the Hooker House. The bondage gear went on display in the closet, rather than having a permanent installation as a dungeon. It was available, but she thought it would take some of the inherent darkness out of the parties that had crept in the previous year.

My girls dazzled in their togas. They kept it simple and traditional – plain white sheets, but Jess put her seamstress skills to work and ensured that their outfits fit like second skins. Kat had bought fresh bay leaves and made laurel wreaths out of them. They kept their makeup natural, allowing their summer tans to provide alluring contrast to the brilliantly white sheets. Golden Roman-style sandals completed the look.

We were getting close to departure. After an afternoon filled with Aperol spritzes and smoking weed from the hookah, we gathered around the bar for starter lines of cocaine. I was in a distinctly partying mood and had just done two massive lines when the doorbell rang.

“That’ll be Crystal,” Jess said and raced to the front door.

The girls had all continued their interest in Crystal and invited her to ride with us to the party so they could hear about the previous day’s lunch. Crystal looked magnificent as she walked in. Her toga was tight, too, and she wore a plastic, golden crown. Her dimples stood out as she beamed entering the room, making a line straight for the coke. Once she had snorted two lines, the girls peppered her with questions about her friends.

“They each want a lunch date with John next week,” Crystal said, rubbing her nose. “Like, alone with him.”

“What did they say about escorting?” Jess asked.

“They couldn’t believe I do it!” Crystal said, proud of herself. “But I told them about the money, and they were like, oh my gosh, that’s so much money.”

“It won’t take long before we can convince them,” Kat said with a grin.

“I told them how the clients I see are all good looking and super rich and really nice,” Crystal said. “Like, they’re so nice. Their husbands never pay attention to them. It’s all just work and church.”

Jess and I exchanged a glance and a smile. Kat and Rita looked at Crystal with warm gazes.

“Well, I bet if John shows them a good time, they might be curious what the agency is all about,” Kat said.

The small talk came to a close. Our driver arrived. It was time to party. The Infinity lineup was a great one. Of course, Alix, Brittany, Nicole, Gloria, and Crystal led the way. Sabrina remained in the fold, despite having a growing fitness and health social media influencer business, and Alyssa the realtor had become a fixture at the parties. They had all become stalwarts of Infinity. Katie, the new girl, had been invited. Shelly would be there, though she counted toward the wives’ quotient now, and her sister, Melanie, would attend – which always grabbed my attention.

On the short ride, coke bullets made a couple passes around the car. Our driver didn’t bat an eye. He was used to it, and I always tipped him ridiculous amounts. We pulled up to the Hooker House with a party spirit coursing through us. But even our enthusiasm may not have matched the vibes coming from inside the house. We were only about fifteen minutes away from the players and their wives arriving. Alix and Brittany were already laid out, nude, on tables inside the front door. Nicole and Gloria put the final few lines on Alix and Brittany, each of whom must have been covered in two dozen lines of cocaine.

Sabrina and Alyssa were outside smoking, and Crystal, no longer a wallflower, immediately joined them. Jess immediately greeted Shelly and Melanie in the kitchen. They were talking to Katie who, as coincidence would have it, had gone to high school with Shelly but was a couple years behind. Rita and Kat both stayed close to me, talking excitedly.

“I’m so curious about the wives,” Kat said.

“It’s so sexy that a few of them have decided to party,” Rita said.

“I see who you have your eyes on, daddy,” Kat said.

“Huh?” I said, not realizing I had been staring at Melanie.

“She’s really pretty,” Rita whispered to me. “I bet I could help you seduce her.”

“You won’t need to help, Rita,” Kat said. “Melanie loves John, though she probably won’t admit it. Jess told me he’s the only reason she comes to these parties.”

“You’re just flattering me,” I said. “Who are you both eyeing?”

“You,” they both side in unison. Followed by, “Jinx.”

Then the house broke into total chaos as the guests of honor arrived. A cloud of marijuana smoke arrived with them. Their spirits were high after cruising to a season-opening victory. Bryce, Johnny Burris, and Johnny’s backup at quarterback, Jamie, led the way in. Shelly, as usual, greeted Johnny like a conquering hero, her wedding rings sparkling. Nicole jumped around Bryce and let him twirl her around. Behind Jamie came the rookie linebacker, who everyone called Ice, and an impressive rookie tight end everyone called Jonesy.

The final wave was the one the girls and I had anticipated most, the three players with wives. There was Chris, the number-two wide receiver, whose wife Ericka was a former Division I volleyball player. She was tall, blonde, and had a stacked body. Then there was Scottie, a backup running back. His wife, Megan, was a former college cheerleader who still looked the part but had enhanced her appearance with glorious fake breasts. Then there was Jordan, a starting safety, whose wife, Ashley, stole the show. At least for me. She had mesmerizing green eyes, a reddish tint to her brown hair, full lips, and rock hard nipples protruding from her toga. Her tits were the first thing you saw, but she backed it up with a look that seemed to say, “Yeah, I just got fucked, what do you care?”

Jess, Kat, and Rita immediately went to greet the three new wives. Jess had asked us to welcome them. While she had been assured they were cool with the situation, she wanted them to feel at home. It quickly became apparent we didn’t need to worry.

“Baby, which one do you want?” Megan said to Scottie, the running back. She gestured at Alix and Brittany.

“This one,” Scottie said, pointing at Alix.

“Good choice,” Megan said.

They went over and snorted lines off of her, punctuated with Megan giving Alix a deep, lingering kiss. Jordan and Ashley gave the same treatment to Brittany – and it was shocking to see that Ashley and Brittany could have been sisters, maybe even twins. The only difference was the red-hue to Ashley’s hair. From that moment, the party went into overdrive, and it was entirely apparent we had nothing to worry about.

We quickly found out who the biggest weed enthusiasts were – the two rookies, Ice and Jonesy – because they immediately found their way to Alyssa, Sabrina, and Crystal on the patio. There, they received welcome attention, and somehow all three girls ended up topless within minutes.

In record time, all the cocaine disappeared from Alix and Brittany. That was expected. What was somewhat unexpected? Megan and Ashley began to lick all the remnants of powder off their naked bodies. It was highly sexually charged. Next to me, I could hear Rita and Kat taking shallow, rapid breaths. They were incredibly turned on.

“I want them,” Rita said of the two football wives.

“I want them with you,” Kat said.

At that moment, I felt like I had secured my season-opening win. This was going to be an incredible year. And we had only just started.

Some familiar patterns took hold. Jess and Shelly fawned over Johnny. It was interesting to see because it was entirely non-competitive. There was no peacocking. Nicole clung to Bryce like glue, but didn’t bat an eye as he flirted with every girl in the room. He took a particular interest in Melanie.

My favorite, however, was Katie. Her toga somehow had already slipped down, leaving her marvelous breasts fully exposed. She carried around a silver tray covered in thick lines of cocaine, a towel draped over her left forearm.

“Hors d’oeuvres?” she said as she approached everyone. “Hors d’oeuvres, anyone?”

When she arrived at Jamie, the backup quarterback, he accepted but scooped the powder onto her exposed tits. I don’t know how much he snorted, but his face got an ample dose of Katie’s spectacular mounds.

Kat and Rita got antsy. They went to the kitchen and snorted some coke. There was an undercurrent of nervous energy permeating the house. New season, different crowd, new faces. But the veterans led the way – and you could feel the positive vibes that overwhelmed the darkness of the previous year and David Johnson’s centrality to the antics.

Crystal came inside from the patio, making a bee-line for the cocaine, but when she saw me she changed paths.

“Oh my god,” she said. “This is incredible. Those guys are so hot.” She kissed me. “Will you be mad if we don’t have sex tonight?”

“Of course not,” I said.

“I feel like I have some new clients in the making,” she said. “I really want them to become regulars. I felt Ice’s dick. Holy shit. I want to fuck them all.”

Crystal bounced off to the cocaine. I marveled at what a change had taken place in her. It hadn’t even been a year yet.

“She has come so far,” Kat said, putting her arm through mine and talking with a stuffy nose.

“What do you want to get into tonight, Kitty Kat?” I asked.

“You,” she said with a content sigh. “Rita and I want to get to know the wives, if we can.”

“Rita has really gotten into girls,” I observed.

“She has,” Kat said. “But so have I.”

Rita rejoined us, but she immediately pulled Kat away. Megan and Ashley had freed up because their husbands were enamored by Alix and Brittany. Rita saw an opening, and she took it.

With the girls occupied, it let me wander. Arguably the most fun thing about the football parties was the voyeurism. They were such full-throttle, hedonistic events, they let you indulge all kinds of fantasies and gather ideas to spin into reality.

In the dining room, Johnny Burris did his usual – something outlandish to ensure the spotlight stayed on him. It was his nature. Not in a bad way; it was his superstar quarterback personality. Today’s game was enticing. Jess had cut the biggest line of cocaine I’d ever seen. It must have been two grams and stretched for eighteen inches. On one side was Jess. On the other was Shelly. Johnny declared that whoever snorted more of the line got to suck his dick.