Chapter 58

Author’s Note: Time to get back to the dark side a little bit and shine a light on what we can expect with some of our new Hooker House players. It’s time for Julie to take the spotlight, but there’s plenty more here, too. There might be more romance in the future for our core foursome, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be plenty of debauchery swirling around.

Our final twenty-four hours in Paris remained a dream. It was perfect, and it was hard coming back to our reality in Houston, as pleasant as it was. For the flight home, we had kept the same six-bed arrangement on the plane, and the four of us spent the ten-hour flight naked, continuing the fuck fest that had started the day before.

Life didn’t seem like it could get any better, which, of course, only made me determined to find out a way to push the boundaries. Jason and I wanted to get financing for JP’s two movies up and running within six weeks. I had a new sense of urgency about my nascent film career. What our brief sojourn to Paris had taught me was that I didn’t want Kat and Rita wasting their time on work. Not that I wasn’t proud of their careers, and I didn’t want to give the impression that they should be isolated or kept women. But I wanted more. I wanted more time with them. I wanted all our time together. I didn’t want constraints on our whims.

So, when we got home, I made up my mind. I was going to milk this Hollywood connection for all it was worth. I was going to make us rich. Really fucking rich. I wanted to start a family, and I didn’t want Kat and Rita to have to worry about waking up at 3 a.m. anymore. The simple truth was, I became increasingly convinced that we were really good at a life of leisure. It was our calling. I wanted to make it happen. Maybe it was ego. Maybe it was chauvinism. No matter what, I felt like it had taken too long for my life to reach this point. I had a tremendous desire not to let another moment go to waste.

Luckily, somewhere between fucking Jess in the ass and cumming all over Kat’s face on the flight back from Paris, I had come up with a plan.

I had Jason laying the foundation on a couple aspects of the deal with my old bank. In the meantime, Jess had an important assignment for me. She needed a babysitter for Crystal and Bianka while she introduced Julie to Jonathan Summers. It was an unusual situation. Summers hadn’t been to the Hooker House since its earliest days. He preferred Jess to send his chosen whore to his own hotel or house. But when Kelsey, his longtime chosen Infinity date, decided to leave the business and go back to school full-time, Summers was a bit adrift. Jess wanted to please him – he was an original client, and he paid handsomely for the kinks he felt compelled to indulge. Without Kelsey, he had pressured Jess to take his appointments again. She steadfastly refused, much to my relief and admiration. Jess really had matured.

At the same time, it also appeared that Julie was ripe to take Kelsey’s place. She had been unwavering in her desire to explore some of the darkest fantasies anyone could imagine. But she remained inexperienced in actually experiencing them. The plan had been for Kelsey to take Julie under her wing, to bring her along slowly, opening the doors to the fraught kinks that Summers preferred, one at a time. That wasn’t possible anymore, so Julie was going to have to jump in with both feet.

“Sometimes it’s better to just rip off the band-aid,” Jess said as I drove her in the G-wagon to the Hooker House.

“But she’s so,” my voice trailed off.

“Inexperienced?” Jess said, finishing my thought. “She’s built it up in her head that this is what turns her on. It might work, it might not. She’s insistent, so we’ll just have to see.”

“I guess, in reality, I’m just worried Summers will want you back in that role,” I confessed.

Jess laughed. “Ha!” she exclaimed. “That’s not happening. Ever. Don’t worry about it. But it’s very sweet of you to defend my honor.”

“What honor?” I said jokingly.

I was about to steer into the Hooker House driveway when Jess pulled a coke bullet from her purse and took two quick snorts. She tucked the bullet back inside and smiled at me.

“You don’t mind that I’m not joining Kat and Rita in their detox, do you?” she asked.

“Hell no,” I said. “You know me. I love a coke whore.”

“I’m sorry, I just enjoy it,” she said. “I’m trying to be good around them, but, fuck, you know I’m just a party girl at heart.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a party girl,” I said, suddenly conjuring up memories of my first meetings with Kat years before.

“I love you, babe,” Jess said and hopped out of the car.

As Jess went into the Hooker House, Crystal and Bianka came out. They piled into the back seat. Immediately they reminded me of how hard the party scene I was used to had become.

“Hey, babe,” Crystal said to me happily as she slid across the leather, behind the driver’s seat. “Do you want a bump?”

Crystal had already taken out a mirrored makeup compact and took two long inhales. She didn’t even bother to cut lines. She just snorted the coke directly from the pile inside, then gave three or four small sniffs to make sure it all stayed in her nose.

“Let me hit that,” Bianka said as she closed the door behind her. “Hey, John!”

Bianka attacked the cocaine as aggressively as Crystal had.

“Can you believe we used to go to church twice a week?” Bianka said with a laugh.

“Oh god,” Crystal said. “My church now is partying and dick.”

We all laughed. The girls were in a great mood.

“Well, you two are super happy,” I said.

“We’re excited for Julie!” Bianka said.

“I hear Jonathan is dirty,” Crystal said. “Alix told me some stories.”

“Like what?” Bianka said.

“Like he likes to pee on girls,” Crystal said.

“Are you serious?” Bianka said.

“Oh, he definitely does,” I piped up.

“I don’t want anyone to pee on me,” Bianka said.

“For real,” Crystal said, “like, just shoot your jizz on me.”

She took the compact back and snorted more coke. Her tits were about to spill out of her tubetop, and she wore a skin-tight miniskirt that looked like it couldn’t come close to covering her ass.

“John, will you let me do a line off your dick when we get to your place?” Bianka asked.

“Sure,” I said. “How could I say no to that?”

Bianka laughed and said, “And then I’m gonna suck it. I’m horny.”

She laughed again, harder this time, and leaned back in her seat. She had a cute, tight tennis outfit on. Her nipples poked against the fabric, and she licked her lips when she noticed I was watching her in the rearview mirror.

A few minutes later, we walked into the house, and right away Bianka was on her knees. Crystal handed her a vial of coke, not the compact, and she started tugging at the zipper to my shorts.

“What’s gotten into you?” I asked. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I had to wait around this morning while Crystal got fucked by this super hot client,” Bianka pouted. “I could hear her cumming even though I was out by the pool!”

“He’s a baseball player,” Crystal said. “Super good looking. And, boy, did he know how to use his bat!”

She grinned, and her dimples looked as inviting as her electric smile. The tops of her nipples peeked out from her tubetop, and she pulled the thin fabric up. Bianka, meanwhile, had stroked my cock to semi-hardness, enough for her to pour a thin trail of cocaine down the shaft.

“I love this pretty dick,” she said.

Then she covered one nostril and just directly snorted up half the coke before switching sides and snorting the rest. She let her tongue slowly lick me up and down to clean off any remnants. Her rich, brown eyes were fiery with lust. She tucked my cock back into my shorts and stood up.

“Can we watch Julie?” Crystal asked, now smacking on a piece of gum, her dimples showing proudly every time she chomped down.

“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s check it out.”

I pulled up the Hooker House feed and went straight to the bedroom where Julie was with Jonathan Summers. I opened a bottle of rose at the bar and poured three tall glasses for us. Bianka and Crystal were riveted at what transpired.

Julie kneeled in front of Summers, who sat on the edge of the bed above her. She wore a thick, black leather collar with the attached chain hanging between her breasts. Summers held an intimidatingly large, black butt plug in his hand. He held it out for Julie, who began to lick it.

“So you really believe you can fill Kelsey’s role for me?” he asked sternly.

“Yes, sir,” Julie said meekly.

“What do you think my first requirement is?” he asked.

“I cannot refuse you, sir,” she said.

“That’s right,” he said. “On all fours, slut.”

He held out his hand to take back the butt plug. Julie obeyed. Her petite body sat on lascivious display for us, red pubic hair prominent around her mound and asshole.

“This hair has to be gone the next time I see you,” Summers said. “If there is a next time. I hate a hairy bitch. I know you want to show off that you’re a real redhead, but I don’t care.”

“Yes, sir,” Julie said. I could see her knees shake.

“Is he going to?” Bianka asked.

“Yes,” I said, putting my hand on her knee and enjoying the firm smoothness of her thigh.

“Wow,” she said. “Her butthole is so tiny.”

“But if you like pain,” I said, my voice trailing off.

Summers didn’t wait around. He jammed the butt plug into Julie’s ass without hesitation. Admirably, she stifled a scream, muffling it into a whimper.

“Holy shit,” Crystal said.

“I don’t use lube,” Summers said harshly, tugging at Julie’s hair roughly to make her look at him.

“Yes, sir,” Julie said with a quavering voice. “I don’t like lube, sir.”

“Turn around and kneel,” Summers commanded.

Julie obeyed, kneeling with her thighs standing tall and exposing her ass. Summers took a leather paddle from the bed next to him and brought it down firmly on her left ass cheek. Julie bit her bottom lip. Summers repeated the action for her right cheek. The pale flesh turned bright red immediately.

“If you have any spirit,” Summers said, cracking down the paddle two more times, “I will break it.”

“Yes, sir,” Julie whimpered.

Her ass was beet red now, with even darker lines marking where the paddle’s edge had come down. Summers was vicious, but Julie seemed completely comfortable with it. The butt plug remained firmly in place. He stood up and stalked around to Julie’s front. He grabbed the chain attached to her collar and wrapped it around his fist. He gave a sharp tug, pulling Julie across the floor on her knees to the dresser, which was covered in lines of cocaine.

“Snort, slut,” Summers ordered.

Julie smiled and happily did two lines, then hesitated slightly.

“Go ahead,” Summers said, as if reading her mind.

Julie snorted two more. Crystal, Bianka, and I were mesmerized. This was a Julie none of us were familiar with.

“Did you see that?” Crystal said.

“What?” Bianka asked.

“That little smile,” Crystal said. “She does that when she’s really happy.”

“She is loving this,” Bianka said. “I’m not sure I even know who Julie is anymore!”

Summers dragged Julie to the bed finally, and she laughed as he picked her up and threw her on the mattress. Her head hung over the edge, and Summers took advantage. He shoved his cock straight into Julie’s throat, grabbing the chain and using it to force himself deeper into her. Julie gagged delightedly.