Chapter 14

Author’s Note: Thanks for your patience through my holiday hiatus. I’ll be pumping out chapters as quickly as I can through the rest of the year and into 2023! I’ve got the end of this book in mind already, and I think it’ll be a fun ride. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback – and I especially appreciate the readers asking for more drama. I’ve had that in mind, too, and I’ve been laying the groundwork for it so far. There will be some ups and downs in the offing, starting with this chapter, actually.

All four of us were happily surprised at how easily we moved back into our old Houston routines. The girls played a ton of tennis. We cooked together. I had begun to put on wine tastings for us and a few friends. Kat, in particular, loved it. I enjoyed popping into the Hooker House occasionally, which really was nothing more than an excuse to see Katie, Crystal, and Bianka. Katie almost begged for me to fuck her, and I was happy to oblige, though our time was short. We managed to fit in two quickies. And I indulged in one with Bianka, too.

As quickly as we had fallen in love with Houston again, we felt a familiar itch. We missed the excitement of LA. There was unfinished business there for Jess and me. There was an electricity about our lives there that fueled us. So as our two weeks at home wound down, we weren’t sad to go.

But there was one more event that we needed to enjoy before we could head back to the City of Angels. Crystal and Jason hosted a party for us. Along with our four, Katie and Jamie were invited. It was a reunion of our party in LA some weeks earlier. And it promised to be every bit as much fun.

Crystal was incredibly excited about the party. She relished the opportunity to show off her hostessing skills, so every little detail included a personal flourish. She had sent personalized invitations requesting the pleasure of our company at an evening with the theme of “Bedtime.” She and Jason lived in a ranch style house about ten minutes west of us, in a fashionable neighborhood. They had gutted the place and redone it in an unapologetically mid-century style. It was an airy, open style of house that was perfect for an intimate party. And when the girls and I rolled into their circular driveway, there was no doubt it would be an intimate party.

The way we dressed betrayed that was our assumption, anyway. I got out of the G-wagon in a silk robe, silk boxers, and slippers. It was a probably lame attempt to look like Hugh Hefner, but it was comfortable. I didn’t anticipate keeping anything on long, anyway. Jess wore a white silk robe and a pair of slutty heels. That was it. Nothing else underneath. And she didn’t bother to tie the robe, just hold it together barely enough to cover the naughty bits. Kat wore an emerald green La Perla bodysuit that was entirely transparent except for some strategic embroidering over the breasts and a clean V-shaped line along the bottom and across the crotch. The fabric on the back, covering her butt, looked like a butterfly. Rita looked like a fairytale dream. She wore a white lace romper with nothing underneath. The fine stitching of the lace hinted, but didn’t fully reveal, her most intimate spots, but it covered them just deftly enough to create intrigue.

The girls had passed around a coke bullet aggressively in the car on the short ride over and were flying high as we entered the threshold of Crystal and Jason’s house. They greeted us with warm hugs, and the girls flew squeals of excitement. Crystal was stunning in a sheer black-and-red kimono, while Jason had done an almost carbon copy of my Hugh Hefner look. We laughed about it as we grabbed heavily poured glasses of Champagne for everyone.

A few minutes later, Katie and Jamie knocked on the door, and the party was complete. Jamie hadn’t gone the Hefner route. Instead, he wore silk boxers that were overtly snug in the crotch and a ribbed, sleeveless undershirt. Kat’s lustful stares at him from the moment he walked in weren’t lost on me. But I couldn’t complain. I was giving the same stares to Katie, who looked like a knockout, as usual. She wore a scarlet red bodysuit that showed off her tits beautifully. It was open down the middle and in the back. The light, see-through fabric wrapped around her breasts and sides of her body but left her pussy and ass completely exposed. It was sexy as fuck.

With the attendees in place, the party got off to a relaxed, easy start. Unlike our previous, recent gathering, Crystal had put more structure in place for the evening. It wasn’t an LA-style free-for-all. She ensured everyone had drinks. She encouraged us to enjoy the usual panoply of drugs. And she encouraged all of us to eat, proud of the Mediterranean display she had brought in.

Crystal’s efforts created a different result from the first party. The intended structure took hold. There was a cohesiveness to the atmosphere that kept the group glued together. That surprised me because individual connections nevertheless seemed to rule the day. Kat gravitated to Jamie. Katie almost immediately became super-glued to me. Crystal, to my surprise, monopolized Rita. And, as if by default, Jess flirted with Jason.

Despite this rapid pairing off, we all stayed in the wide open main living room of Crystal and Jason’s house. We ate. We drank. We topped off and maintained our cocaine buzzes. But we did so while remaining centrally located. As alcohol and coke coursed into our systems, though, the inevitable started to take place. My eyes darted around the room, taking in the progression.

Jess, always a hedonist who put desire first, effortlessly flirted with Jason, her hand casually grazing his crotch. As far as I knew, they hadn’t been together since the one night, almost two years before, that I had offered her up on a platter of punishment to Jason and two other guy friends. It was payback for Jess and Kat keeping secrets about Tommy, their destructive lover. Kat toyed with Jamie. There was intense and obvious natural attraction between them, but Kat also kept glancing over at me. She was putting on a show. Not that she wanted to make me jealous. She wanted to urge me on. Rita and Crystal huddled over the cocaine, talking nonstop with an intensity and purpose that left me scratching my head, wondering what could be so interesting. I didn’t have much time to speculate, much less analyze, about what was going on because Katie insisted on pushing my cock between her ass cheeks and rubbing up and down.

This initial bliss maintained for several minutes until Crystal clinked her Champagne glass a few times with one of her perfectly manicured nails. I let out a long exhale. Katie had worked me up quickly. I saw Kat grinning while she and Jamie straightened up. He pulled two fingers from between her legs, and she relished seeing the sticky pussy juice on it before licking them clean.

“All right, everyone,” Crystal announced. “Thank you so much for letting Jason and me host tonight.” She shot an adoring glance to her boyfriend, not even doing a double take that Jess ran her hands through his hair as she sat on his lap. “But what you boys don’t know is that I asked the girls here tonight to each write something on a slip of paper earlier today. And I’ve collected those here. Thank you so much. I asked for your naughtiest fantasy to act out tonight, and you’ve completely blown me away with your honesty.”

Everyone glanced around the room at one another. There were anticipatory smiles and curious looks as we wondered who wanted to do what with whom, despite the high degree of familiarity we all had with one another.

“But there’s something I didn’t tell you, girls, either,” Crystal continued. A few murmurs rippled across the room. “I’m going to pick out each of your fantasies.” She gave a wicked, dimple-filled smile. “But I’ve written out a second piece of paper. So there’s one bowl here with your fantasy written on it. Thank you for signing them. And a second bowl with the names of everyone at the party.”

There was a renewed round of glances. This was taking an interesting turn.

“Oh, shit, I might need some more blow,” Kat said with a laugh, generating a series of chuckles.

Rita walked over to the group, holding two bottles of Champagne and refreshing glasses.

“I’m not going to prolong this,” Crystal said, relishing the moment. “Let’s just get started, shall we?”

She didn’t even wait for Kat to come back with the cocaine mirror, despite the fact that she had happily jumped up to retrieve it.

“And the first fantasy we have...” Crystal allowed her voice to trail off, building the anticipation in the room. “Is from Rita.”

“Oh boy,” Rita said, her face turning red.

“Well, well,” Crystal said, her voice teasing. “We won’t need to draw a second card for this one.”

An impish smile grew across Rita’s face.

“I want my body covered in cum by every man here,” Crystal read aloud.

Rita bit her bottom lip.

“Well, I’m sure no one would object to that!” Katie said with a laugh, and it pierced the tense air that had filled the room.

“I’m just going to read all these, okay?” Crystal said. “And we can figure out how to make everyone’s fantasy come true.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jess said.

There were general nods and murmurs of approval, so Crystal forged ahead.

“Blindfold me and use me,” Crystal continued. “Katie, you are so naughty!”

“I don’t care where the dick comes from,” Katie said breezily, “as long as I’m getting it!”

“Number three,” Crystal said dramatically, “is ... Jess.” She paused again before reading aloud. “I brought GHB with me tonight. I want anyone to have their way with me, as long as you record it!”

Jason gave out a long, low whistle. Katie’s eyes grew wide as she whispered “naughty.” Jess fidgeted a little but simply smiled. “I tried it once,” Jess said without any defensiveness.”

Crystal quickly pulled the fourth piece of paper from the bowl.

“And look at this!” Crystal exclaimed. “Kat says that she wants to feel like a used whore again.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jamie said quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“What can I say?” Kat said, holding up her hands innocently. “Sometimes I miss it.”

“And that just leaves mine,” Crystal said, her eyes sparkling. “Let me preface it by saying I don’t care who gets to do this, but I just really want to be double penetrated tonight. I’m aching for it.”

“Can I make a suggestion?” Jason piped up.

“Of course, dear,” Crystal said in a cutely domestic tone.

“Instead of matching people up, why not just let this unfold organically?” he said.

“And orgasmically,” Jess added, bringing laughter from across the room again.

“Is that what you want?” Crystal said, gesturing generally to all of us. “I thought it might add some spice and variety.”

“I don’t think my answer matters,” Rita said with a giggle.

There was general agreement to just let the chips fall where they may. But it was obvious Crystal had something else to say. She was relishing her time as the mistress of ceremonies.

“One more proposal,” she said. “I thought maybe a little treat was in order for all of us. Something to turn up the heat even more.”

I wasn’t sure where she had been hiding it, but Crystal produced a small baggie of white powder, along with a vial of slightly cloudy but mostly clear liquid.

“I don’t care if you drink it or snort it, but let’s do some molly,” she said with a grin. “I did a little of both already, and if you can’t tell by how hard my nipples are, I’m so ready to get this party started.”

The light fabric of her kimono made it impossible not to see the aching, proud flesh of her nipples jutting forward from her gorgeous tits. She set the molly on the coffee table and watched everyone else attack it. Everyone, that is, except Jess, who produced a vial of her own. With a smooth, confident motion, she drank down the GHB, and I wondered fleetingly where she had procured it. Memories of her mock date-rape night with Jonathan Summers from years before flashed through my mind. She had said the next day she didn’t particularly enjoy it because she wanted the memories of being a slut, of being used. Yet here she was, lining up to experience it all over again, right down to the videotaping. I shrugged it off for the moment by telling myself that she probably just wanted to cover up the old memories with new, happier ones. Then Katie passed me the vial of liquid molly, and I took a couple sips and passed it on.