Chapter 69

Author’s Note: Apologies – I initially published this incorrectly labeled as Traffic Girl Ch. 39. Obviously it’s no. So here it is in the appropriate sequence. Here’s the raucous conclusion of John’s birthday weekend in Vegas. There are probably some naughty surprises here. All in good fun!

“Wake up, daddy,” the soft voice gently pierced the blackness of sleep.

“Come on, sleepyhead,” another, slightly huskier voice said.

“There’s only one way to do this, girls,” chimed in a singsong third.

It all felt like a dream. I couldn’t claw my way out of the deep sleep that had buried me in the middle of the night. Even through my eyelids, the realization that sunshine was filling the bedroom took hold. There was a rustle of fabric, and then a wet, warm feeling enveloping my cock. And my balls. And a tongue licking my ass.

My eyes flickered open, and I stretched my arms above my head. My legs tried to move but were pinned in place.

“There he is!” Rita cried.

“We came to blow out your candle, daddy,” Kat said playfully.

“You taste like pussy,” Jess added with a laugh.

“Oh my god,” I said groggily, realizing what was happening. “Girls! This is my real present for sure! This is the best surprise ever! When did you get here?”

“Just now, baby,” Rita said.

“You couldn’t possibly think we would let you have a weekend in Vegas all by yourself, did you, daddy?” Kat said. Her eyes were full of seduction.

“Yeah, why would we let some hookers have all the fun with you?” Jess said with a laugh.

My eyes finally flickered open fully, and I realized I must have gotten a really, really good night’s sleep. I glanced at the clock on the night table. It was 11:11 a.m. Make a wish, I thought. Given the trajectory of last night, plenty of sleep wasn’t something that had been on my radar screen. But here I was. A full eight hours’ rest to recharged, and the three most gorgeous girls you could ever hope for surrounded me on the bed, smiling at me like kids on Christmas.

“Where’d the, uh, others go?” I asked, still foggy.

“Nicole and Melissa are getting ready for appointments this afternoon,” Jess said. “Katie’s at the spa.”

“They looked rough, daddy,” Kat said. “What did you do to them?”

“Oh, just played a few games,” I said with a hoarse chuckle. I sat up.

“And who won?” Rita asked, flirtatiously.

“I think we all did,” I said, reaching for a water bottle on the nightstand.

“I hope you saved some for us,” Jess said.

I had begun to wake up, and I felt good. Really good. My head didn’t ache. My body wasn’t sore. Even my cock felt ready for a new day. After all the drinks, coke, and fucking of the day before, there was no way I should feel so ready to go.

“I feel amazing,” I said.

My eyes darted to my three girlfriends. They were all made up perfectly. Jess wore torn white jeans and a crop top that revealed her stomach. Rita had on faux leather pants and a casual, clingy t-shirt. Kat wore tight jeans, white ankle-high boots, and a green, sleeveless bodysuit top.

“That’s because you had a good nurse,” Rita said. “Katie made sure you drank water, took Benadryl, did a sinus rinse, and drank Pedialyte.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Don’t forget to thank her,” Kat said.

“I think I already did that last night,” I said.

I shook off the last remnants of sleep and stood up to greet the girls with proper hugs. I brushed my teeth and kissed them hello.

“I can’t get over what a great surprise this is!” I said enthusiastically. “Was this your plan all along? What have you got planned? Oh my god, I’m so happy!”

“Start by showering up,” Jess said. “You smell like a whore house.”

“Well, that checks out,” I said with a laugh.

“Then we’re going to get brunch,” Rita said.

“Then we’re taking you shopping,” Kat said.

“And then the real fun begins,” Jess added.

It was odd to feel so incredible after a long night of partying, but I didn’t bat an eye. I showered off, and the girls watched me as I did. It felt slightly awkward, like they were holding something back.

“What?” I said as I got out and dried off.

“You missed what we saw when we arrived this morning,” Rita said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Katie and Nicole fucking each other like the world was about to end,” Kat said.

“Really?” I said, my eyes bugging out of my head.

“You should be really sorry you missed it,” Jess said. “It was so sexy.”

“But don’t worry, babe,” Rita said. “They’ll join us later tonight for dinner.”

And the girls swept me away on a whirlwind brunch and shopping spree. We stopped at Spago for lunch, with a table next to the Bellagio Fountains. It was a glorious fall day in Las Vegas, and we took our time to savor it. The food was excellent, worthy of its long-standing reputation, and the drinks went down easily. Well, the drinks went down easily for all of us except Kat. She had decided to abstain from drinking until she took a pregnancy test. It didn’t dampen the ebullient vibes emanating from our table.

After lunch, we walked over to the Crystals Shopping Center, which had been the sight of many indulgent afternoons for the four of us. Today, however, the girls made it clear, was about me. We went to Tom Ford, where we had a personal shopper greet us.

“I’m Nicolitta,” she said, introducing herself.

She was a vision of an Italian-American seductress. Lustrous, thick waves of brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders. She had a full, happy face with even fuller lips. Her brown eyes danced with the knowledge that few people would ever look at her eyes. That’s because your gaze was instantly drawn to her chest. Dressed head to toe in Tom Ford, she wore a purple sequin knotted top that showed off her firm midriff and spread open widely between her breasts. And what breasts they were. Pointed high and proud, they were a testament to manmade skill. Her nipples showed through so aggressively, it almost made me blush. She had a playful, seductive smile and manner. The girls took an immediate liking to her.

On top of being a lusty bombshell, Nicolitta also proved to be extremely competent at her job. The girls pulled her in multiple directions at once, asking about shirts, suits, shoes, and sunglasses. I felt slightly uncomfortable being the center of this tornado of activity. But I had to admit, at the end of three hours, the final product was pretty damn good.

They had chosen, to my surprise, a rich, brown wool suit with a gray-blue shirt and matching striped tie. Finished off with sumptuous, low leather boots and a pair of tortoise shell aviators, I felt sharp.

“How do I look?” I asked my three girlfriends and our shopper.

“Good enough to eat,” Nicolitta, who had proven herself outspoken during the course of the afternoon, said. She licked her lips.

“For breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” Jess said.

“And especially dessert,” Kat added.

We all laughed. I changed back into my street clothes and, thanks to the on-site tailor and a little cash sweetener, the suit would be ready by dinner time. That gave us another few hours to kill.

“What’s next?” I asked.

“Nap time,” Rita said, her eyes sparkling and lips shimmering.

“Something like that,” Jess said.

The Rolls had magically shown up at the valet stand and quickly whisked us back to the Mansion. We were greeted at the entrance by Caitlyn, and Kat squealed when she saw her.

“Oh my god!” she said. “It’s been ages! You’re working here now? Holy shit!”

“Only for three months,” Caitlyn said. “But what a change from the bottle service life!”

“I can only imagine,” Jess said. “Caitlyn, this is Rita.”

The tall, wiry blonde shook Rita’s hand with a warm smile. Rita looked Caitlyn up and down with hungry eyes. She had developed an insatiable desire for pretty girls that rivaled mine. Rita then slipped her fingers between mine.

“She looks delicious,” she whispered for only me to hear.

Caitlyn escorted us to our villa, all of us walking behind her and mesmerized by the whimsical sway of her ass in an intense tight pencil skirt. Her long legs and shapely calves drew us along, giving us glimpses of her red-bottom Louboutin shoes as we walked.

“Is there anything else you require, ladies Cameron?” Caitlyn said with a cute lilt in her voice.

The girls cracked up at that.

“We are great, Caitlyn,” Kat said. “It’s so nice to see you again. Maybe you can check on us later?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Caitlyn said.

She dropped out of sight, and the heavy door of the villa closed behind us.

“She is adorable!” Rita exclaimed.

“She’s delicious, too,” Kat said.

“And a naughty little slut,” Jess said. “I wonder if she might be interested in Infinity Vegas.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Kat said.

Just like that, we slipped into normal life. There were an array of snacks on the bar, along with two chilled bottles of Champagne. Someone had thoughtfully tucked away the stash of cocaine in a drawer.

“Where’s Katie?” I asked.

“She’s got another hour at least at the spa,” Jess said. “We got her a massage, facial, body wrap, and mani-pedi.”

“Huh,” I said. “I wonder how we might fill the time.”

“Are you so eager to have her back?” Rita said, her eyes dancing with teasing mischief.

“Probably,” Kat chimed in. “She did tell us how much she loved feeling you in her ass last night. And all about your little anal game with Nicole and Melissa.”

I gave a sheepish smile and raised my hands in front of me, as if to say, “What is a guy going to do?”

“Well don’t worry,” Rita said. “Tonight is going to be all about games.”

“Oh, lord,” I said. “What have I gotten myself into?”

We passed the time that afternoon simply relaxing. We talked, had the occasional glass of wine, and just enjoyed being together. We discussed the future. We considered how a hypothetical baby or our various careers might have an impact on our desires. It was an ideal way to burn a few hours.

Katie returned from the spa and hugged each of the girls when she walked in. My mind wandered where it probably shouldn’t have. I considered how she might fit in with the others, a fantasy stoked by the fact that she had just sat down with Kat, Jess, and Rita, tucked her feet underneath herself on the couch, and joined the conversation seamlessly.

“How was the spa?” Jess asked.

“Perfect,” Katie said contentedly. “I’ve never had a facial that good.”

“Oh, well, now I’m just personally insulted,” I said, and the girls laughed.

But Katie was up to the verbal challenge. “If you’d ever bother to give me one, then maybe I could judge appropriately.”

The others howled at that. After a little more small talk, Katie got up and said, “I’m going to get myself a pick-me-up. Does anyone want to join me?”

“I’m good,” Rita said.

“Still detoxing,” Kat said.

“A girl should never do coke alone,” Jess said, hopping up.

I sat between Kat and Rita, sipping a glass of Champagne, while we replayed the afternoon, and I unsuccessfully tried to pry information about the evening from them. I was also distracted watching Jess and Katie at the bar. They could have been sisters, each with her blonde hair, similar round facial structure, high cheekbones, and aquiline noses. They looked at each other with affection, and as they worked on prepping the cocaine together, it was apparent to me that these two had developed an intimate rapport. This wasn’t their first time sharing a straw, and I wondered how much of what was going on at the Hooker House I might have been missing. With their usual enthusiasm, Jess and Katie snorted their lines. From the length of their inhales, I knew they must have been generous.

“God, Rita,” Jess said as she sat down with us again, “I don’t know what we’d do without your coke dealer. It’s so pure. Absolutely life-changing.”

“I didn’t realize what shitty blow I had gotten before I met you guys,” Katie agreed. “And I never knew anyone could do as much coke as I could before I met Jess.”

“Hey!” Rita protested. “Give Kat and me a chance, when we get back on the wagon!”

“Maybe we’ll have to have a contest,” Jess said playfully.

“I am so in on that,” Kat said happily. “Whenever we get the chance.”

She shot me a furtive, hopeful glance.

“Who knew coke whores could be so normal?” Katie said with an infectious laugh.

“I definitely don’t trust people who don’t party,” Rita said.

“Well, girls,” Kat said, “I hate to break up this love fest. But I think it’s about time we got ready for John’s birthday dinner.”

“Yes!” Jess exclaimed. “This is going to be epic.”

“Are you going to tell me any details now?” I asked.

“Of course not, silly,” Jess said sweetly. “It would ruin the surprise!”

Kat, Jess, and Katie bounced into bedrooms to get ready for the evening. Rita lingered behind. She stood close to me and kissed me passionately.

“You didn’t think we wouldn’t find some way to surprise you, did you, John?” she asked.

“I never cease to be amazed at how perfect you three are,” I said.

“We love you so much, baby,” she said, kissing me again. “And I’m so fucking desperate for your dick.”

“This has been fun – Vegas is always fun,” I said. “But if you could have felt my heart leap when I saw you girls. It changes everything in life. Everything is more fun with you.”

Rita put her hand over my crotch. “You’re so hard for me, baby,” she said.

“Do you want to have a quickie?” I asked.

“I can’t, babe,” Rita said. “Kat, Jess, and I promised. Teasing only until after dinner.”

“I’m going crazy,” I said.

“That’s part of the point, my love,” she said with her electric smile. “And tonight? I can’t share too much, but it is going to be about satisfying you and also driving you crazy. We’re going to do both. Simultaneously. For as long as you can stay hard and awake.”

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Now I’ve got to get ready,” Rita said and kissed me again. “Oh, but one thing.”

She spun around and took my hand. We walked to the bar, where two lines of coke had been left behind. Rita picked up the straw and looked at me mischievously.

“What if I told you Kat gave me a hall pass on my detox?” she said.

“Did she?” I asked.

“She did,” Rita said. “I’m free to party tonight. Would you like that?”

I merely nodded my head.

“I’m going to be the little coke slut you deserve,” she said seductively. “I know just what you need. And I’m going to be your fuck toy all night. Do you want that? Your sweet weather girl on blow and giving you her holes?”

I breathed heavily, and my eyes alone said all that Rita needed to hear. She bent over, snorted the lines, and popped up again with incredible satisfaction. She looked up at the ceiling and rubbed her nose.

“Oh, fuck,” she finally said. “I can’t remember the last time I went three weeks without cocaine. What a rush! I’m going to have to be careful to pace myself tonight.”

I pulled Rita against my body, my hands cupping her ass, hoping the influx of coke might lower her inhibitions and let me play with her a little.

“Nuh-uh,” Rita said, pulling away. “I have to get ready! But I will promise you this, John Cameron.” She cocked her head and shot me a look that could have turned a gay man straight. “You are in for the ride of your life tonight.”

“That was, without a doubt, one of the best meals I’ve ever had,” I said when we returned to the villa after dinner.

“Oh, I hope I didn’t eat too much,” Kat said. “I don’t want it to be an early night!”

“It’s nothing a couple more drinks can’t fix!” Jess said happily.

The girls had spared no expense or effort to create the most memorable birthday feast I’d ever enjoyed. They had reserved the private garden space at Joel Robuchon, adjacent to the Mansion, and arranged for a custom, nine-course menu of my favorite French dishes. It was an extraordinary, indulgent, and perfect evening. The four of us had sat around a large, rectangular table, joined by Katie, Nicole, and Melissa. It had been a parade of luxury ingredients and wines to match, a plethora of white and red Burgundy, Bordeaux, and Champagne. I didn’t want to know what it had cost, and I didn’t care. It was a night of perfect indulgence.

After four hours, we were tipsy, sated, and ready to return to the villa to reach a state of total satisfaction. I knew the girls had something big planned. I just didn’t know what. I didn’t even have an inkling. My girlfriends huddled around the bar, whispering conspiratorially. Kat opened two bottles of wine, one red and one white, and then Jess and Rita helped themselves to cocaine. Katie, Nicole, and Melissa were right behind them, an incredibly sexy brigade making up the Peruvian marching powder army.

“Here you go, baby,” Jess said, bringing a small tray with two lines on it to me and sitting on my lap. “Let’s get the real celebration started.”

Her dress, already short, rode up her thighs even more. I inhaled the coke and then was startled by the doorbell.

“Showtime,” Rita said with a smile as she walked briskly to answer it.

“We have a few additions to round out the evening,” Kat said, putting down two glasses of wine and sitting next to me.

“So the teams are even,” Jess said.

“Teams?” I wondered aloud.

My attention was drawn to the commotion of hugs and laughter at the door. We had new arrivals, and they surprised me. I hadn’t expected to see Caitlyn, but here she was. Even more eye-opening was the appearance of Nicolitta, our shopper from Tom Ford earlier in the day. I also really didn’t expect to see another guy come in. And I especially didn’t expect a tall, ripped, hunk of a blonde adonis. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place him.

Kat interrupted my contemplation by standing close by and slipping her hand in mind.

“You might want to pick up your jaw from the floor,” she said and gave me a flirty sidelong glance.

“This is,” I said, stammering. “Wow.”

“Do you remember him?” Kat asked.

“Vaguely, but I can’t place him,” I said.

“Remember the last time we were here?” Kat said. “And Katie was gushing about this stud she hooked up with from Thunder From Down Under?”

It clicked with me. “That’s right!” I exclaimed. “I remember now. Something with a B.”

“Brent,” Kat said with noticeable quickness.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Jess said, walking to the center of the room. “May I have your attention, please?” She had a knack for the theatrical. “We want to thank all of you for being here.”

Kat and Rita now stood by her side.

“This is going to be a special evening,” she continued. “We’re celebrating the very special man in our lives. John – take a bow! Come on, John!”

I smiled sheepishly and waved awkwardly at Jess’s introduction. There was a smattering of applause, healthy laughter, and a couple catcalls.

“It’s his birthday in a few days, and we wanted to make it an extremely memorable one,” Jess said. “So we thought we would play a game. Rita? Do you want to tell everyone what they’re in for?”

“Please help yourselves to drinks and party favors,” Rita began. “I’m sure you’ll get the idea easily enough.”

Katie led Brent to the bar, where she looked at him with the lust that she normally reserved for cocaine.

“We are going to play a game tonight,” Rita went on. “It isn’t for the faint of heart. And it’s not for the jealous. It is, honestly, the most dirty version of the Game of Life you can possibly imagine...”