Chapter 54

Author’s Note: Let’s see how the new girl-on-girl aspect of the Infinity agency gets rolling! Fun times lie ahead for the foursome and the roster of whores!

“These cameras are amazing,” Katie said as we returned to the couch.

Her voice was nasal after she had sucked down four more lines of cocaine. The girl’s appetite for coke was a marvel.

“I’m not going to lie,” I said, “it’s fun to check in on what’s going on.”

“Have you ever checked in on me?” she asked.

“I have,” I said. “I like to watch you.”

“That’s really flattering,” she said. “Seriously.”

“Well, then I better not tell you I jerk off while you’re fucking clients sometimes then, too,” I said light-heartedly.

“You didn’t have to tell me that,” Katie said. She cuddled up to me naked. “I just assumed it.”

“Safe assumption,” I said.

We did a brief tour through the Hooker House cameras. I noticed Katie shifting back and forth a little bit. I knew what she wanted to see.

“There he is,” I said.

Jamie was in the living room. He had Nicole backed into a corner. Ostensibly, they were talking, but his hands pawed at her almost as aggressively as her hands reached for his cock. They did an awkward dance between conversing and kissing. I could read Nicole’s body language. I had seen it before. Her white micro-dress was disheveled, and she leaned against the wall on one side. She held a drink in one hand and rested the other on Jamie’s chest.

“Thanks,” Katie said.

“You like him,” I observed.

“I do,” she admitted. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated can still work,” I said. “I know that as well as anyone.”

Katie wiped a hand across her eyes, and I could feel the emotion from her.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s find your girls. This is going to be hot.”

I didn’t press the issue, instead letting my eyes wander across the various camera angles. Jess was with Johnny Burris, which hardly was a surprise. I didn’t see Kat and Rita in any of the main rooms, so I switched to the bedrooms.

And there they were, in the bedroom that formerly served as the dungeon, with the door closed. A wave of ambivalence washed over me. This was the same space where, only a year ago, David Johnson had defiled and abused Kat so frequently and to her delight. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath. It helped recenter me. When I opened them again, I appreciated the scene that unfolded before my eyes.

Rita’s earlier nervousness at home had translated into the bedroom. She wasn’t just hanging out at the party for fun. She was working. She was a part of Infinity now. And she didn’t know quite how to react. As it happened, though, a usual Infinity policy had accidentally taken hold in the bedroom. New escorts always were paired with a veteran for threesomes. And Rita had the perfect partner in Kat.

That’s what struck me most immediately. Kat had taken charge. The three of them couldn’t have been in the room very long. Megan was bent over the dresser, hitting lines of coke. Kat scurried about, turning on music and pushing pillows off the bed. Rita stood, unusually stiff, her hands clasped in front of her. Kat pulled out a bottle of Champagne that had been waiting in an ice bucket next to the dresser, along with three glasses. As usual, Jess’s party preparations were second to none.

Kat held the Champagne up high and let the cork dramatically shoot out with a loud pop.

“Let’s party, girls!” she said.

Rita, still stiff and mechanical, retrieved the Champagne coupes from the dresser, and Kat began pouring.

“That coke is perfect,” Megan said, rubbing her nose. “Get some before I do it all!”

“I need it,” Rita said and, finally loosening up, picked up the silver straw. She snorted two lines, and I watched the calm wash over her face.

“Kat?” Megan offered.

“Oh, I’m good, sweetie,” Kat said. “Doing a detox except for Champagne right now.”

“I hear you girl!” Megan said. “You have to sometimes.”

It hit me just how seriously Kat was taking things. She was fully committed to trying to get pregnant.

Kat passed out glasses of bubbly to Rita and Megan, and they raised them in toast.

“Thank you both,” Megan said. “I know we had fun before, but this really is a fantasy come to life for me.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” Rita said. The coke had definitely helped her relax.

“We’ve really been looking forward to this,” Kat said, taking a step toward Megan.

I had been so distracted by my girlfriends that I hadn’t noticed Megan’s stunning outfit. She wore a black wrap dress with a plunging neckline. “Dress” was a generous term. The light, silky fabric covered and held back her firm, fake tits. It barely covered her crotch, and her powerful thighs and brick house of an ass threatened to send the thin material into oblivion.

“Can I tell you both something?” Megan said as the three girls stood drinking their Champagne.

“Of course, sweetie,” Kat said.

“I know I got a little excited the first time we hung out,” Megan said. “Well, gosh. I’m so. Hold on.”

Megan walked over to the dresser and scooped up a bump of coke on her long pinky nail. She blasted it into her right nostril, then repeated the same for her left.

“Before we get going, I have to say this,” she said. “I’m such a fangirl. Scottie goes into the team facility super early every morning to watch film. I can never go back to sleep, so every day I watch you both.”

“That’s so sweet!” Rita said.

“Let me finish,” Megan said in a kind tone. “And I see them start with you, Kat, on traffic, and then go to you, Rita, on weather. And it never takes more than a couple minutes before I’m fingering myself, and I have no idea how traffic is or what the weather will be like.”

Kat and Rita exchanged a furtive smile.

“I’m not kidding,” Megan continued. “I must play with myself for at least an hour every morning watching you both. I cum so fucking hard, and all I wanted to do was have you both tonight to take the edge off of my week.”

“You are such a flatterer,” Rita said.

“No, I’m not,” Megan insisted. “Just watching you both on TV almost makes me squirt. Every day this week I’ve been fantasizing about this moment tonight.”

“Well, let’s not waste any time making fantasy become reality,” Kat said, stepping in front of Megan.

She slipped her hand into Megan’s and pulled the pretty brunette to her. They melted into a passionate kiss immediately. Rita positioned herself behind Kat and unzipped her red dress before doing the same to her own. The green fabric fell into a pile at Rita’s feet, then she tugged off Kat’s and left it on the floor, too. Now both fully nude, Rita began to kiss Kat’s neck from behind. Kat’s pierced nipples stood out, achingly erect. Megan reached up and tweaked them, causing Kat to moan.

Rita, moving as if she floated across the floor, next maneuvered behind Megan and quickly stripped her out of the nearly sheer dress, and everyone took a moment to admire the hot wife’s beautiful nude form. She had a light tan that contrasted sharply with the porcelain flesh of her breasts and bikini line. Her tits were hard and proud, with pencil-eraser nipples that jutted out aggressively. Her implants had been beautifully done, leaving no scar behind. But I was even more mesmerized by her ass. It curved out deliciously, striking a contrast with her narrow waist and compact, athletic hips. It wouldn’t surprise me if I learned Megan was the queen of squats at the gym. Her ass was just that perfect, and the tan line of an inverted thong line triangle at the top of her crack looked like an arrow pointing down to the brown hole buried beneath.

While Kat and Megan continued their makeout session, Rita fell to her knees behind Megan. She left a trail of kisses across her firm ass cheeks as she descended toward the crevice between her legs. Kat shifted to allow Rita’s hands to snake around Megan’s hips and probe the pink folds of her pussy. Megan spread her feet wider, giving Rita better access.

“It looks like there is a one-hundred-percent chance of rain down here,” Rita said with a giggle as she started to lick Megan from behind.

Kat let one hand drop between Megan’s legs, too. She ran it over Rita’s competing fingers and felt the dripping outer lips.

“Be careful because it is definitely slick out there,” Kat said, and the three of them gave sexy, husky laughs.

“This is exactly why I tune in,” Megan chimed in. “You two always give me what I need.”

“Well, why don’t we skip the commercial break and keep giving you what you need then,” Kat said with a giggle.

The traffic girl took control, moving Rita to the bed first. She then directed Megan to sit on Rita’s face. Before Kat had a chance to join them, Rita already was eagerly tonguing Megan’s pretty, smooth cunt and eliciting sharp moans from her. Kat now had two options, either she could eat Rita’s pussy or dive into Megan’s ass. She took a moment to contemplate that next step as she reached under the bed and retrieved what Jess liked to call the “bag of tricks,” a variety of toys she had stocked the girl-on-girl room with.

On the bed, Kat set out a double-ended dildo, Hitachi wand, three butt plugs, and a couple vibrators. Before she joined the writhing bodies of Rita and Megan, however, she glanced over where she knew the camera was situated and smiled. A naughty grin crossed her face, and she picked up a butt plug. With her ass fully visible to the camera and my voyeuristic gaze in our living room, she spread open her cheeks and inserted the plug. My cock stirred seeing her put on the show for me.

“She did that for you,” Katie said, my mesmerized gaze finally pulled away from the TV screen.

“I know,” I said.

“That was so hot,” Katie said. She slid her hand over my crotch. “Your dick thinks so, too.”

“I love watching them,” I said. “Watching pretty girls playing together is one of my favorite things.”

“Girls are fun,” she acknowledged. “But I need dick. I couldn’t just do girls. I’ve told you I’m the one in my friend group who has had threesomes with everybody, but I just want to fuck the guys. The girls think it’s harmless because we’re all playing together. But I will eat some pussy to get a dick I couldn’t have otherwise. I’ll do anything for a nice dick.”

“Makes sense to me,” I said, distracted again by the action on the screen.

Kat chose to go down on Rita, so the three bodies were entwined in pleasure now. Kat kneeled between Rita’s legs, giving a perfect view of the butt plug nestled in her ass while she ate out our girlfriend.

“This is fucking heaven!” Megan cried, leaning back as her hips swished back and forth across Rita’s face and pinching her nipples.

I absently started to stroke my cock over my shorts while I watched, but Katie admonished me.

“No, daddy,” she said, “let me suck it for you. You shouldn’t ever have to jerk off.”

The lesbian threesome broke out in their first round of orgasmic screams as Katie leisurely took my cock in her mouth again. It wasn’t a blow job designed to get me off, just keep me stimulated. It was as if Katie were licking a lollipop.