Chapter 3

Author’s Note: Thanks for your patience, everyone! I really want to get the buildup in this book done just right. And this chapter you’ll hopefully find is a very rewarding buildup to the true debauchery that will come forth in Chapter 4. For now, enjoy this.

Juliet had been serious about putting together a Hollywood party. And, in doing so, we learned just how far outside the inner showbiz circles we remained. I realized, too, that Juliet was letting into something very few people saw, and it was astonishing. Her agency had a party planner that she had access to, and it was the most professional operation I’d ever seen. This made the Infinity football parties look like slap-dash frat house affairs. Every detail of this event was curated.

It started with the guest list. The planner, a studious and bubbly girl named Hillary, was in her late 20s and had cut her teeth as a pharmaceutical sales rep. She oversaw a pre-screened list of 200 approved potential guests who already had signed NDAs on file. People off this list also would be selected to be servers and bartenders for the evening. The agency also owned a handful of gorgeous and, more importantly, highly secure, properties where parties took place. Learning this made me smile. I was glad to know Juliet’s talent managers used real estate as a way of washing cash, too.

The guest list came together in an interesting fashion. First, Hillary solidified what “real” stars could attend. But, she explained, you never wanted to have more than a half-dozen or so, otherwise the egos might be too difficult to judge. Then you filled in second line guests based on the predilections of the stars. In all, attendance would be limited to about fifty people, and it would be a roughly even divide between males and females. Each attendee would receive a security access card to the property, and five off-duty police officers – extremely trusted individuals – would ensure the peace and lack of prying eyes and cameras. That was the other thing – no cell phones allowed. You had to leave them in your car or check them at the door. No exceptions. Not even for an A-lister like Juliet.

For newcomers, like the four of us, there was a two-page set of rules that we had to read and an acknowledgement to sign, along with the NDA. The Wednesday before the party, which would commence at ten o’clock Friday night and continue until all the goers were too exhausted to keep going or simply had passed out, I met Juliet for our usual lunch tryst. We had smoked some fantastically sensual indica weed and made love for two hours before leisurely showering together. I marveled at the party planning.

“Hillary is the best in the business,” Juliet said, running her hands through her hair as the hot water cascaded over it. My soapy hands lingered much longer than necessary on her ripe, firm breasts, playfully tweaking her pastel pink nipples.

“It’s just so much more of an operation than I ever dreamed,” I said. “There’s so much paperwork!”

“The front end has quite a bit of burden,” Juliet said, “but you’ll find it’s really liberating to go into the party and realize there are no concerns. No anxiety. No consequences.”

“Well, there always could be consequences,” I teased.

“You know what I mean,” she said, rolling her eyes after she had wiped away the water from them.

“I’m really excited,” I said.

“You should be,” Juliet jabbed back. Her ability to verbally joust with me was as good as anyone I’d ever met. “People would kill to get on this guest list.”

“Is anyone I know going to be there?” I asked.

Juliet rattled off the other “real” star names.

“Are you serious?” I said.

She nodded and smiled at me. “I told you,” she said, “people would kill to get in.”

“This is going to be nuts,” I said.

“You really have no idea, darling,” she said and kissed me. “But you’ll be fine. You’re there with me.”

“I notice Stephen’s name isn’t on the list,” I said.

“He’s still in Italy,” she said casually. “With one of his other girlfriends.”

We laughed. It had become a bit of a running joke. The tabloids loved to link Stephen and Juliet, and they certainly had chemistry and cared about one another. But Stephen had at least three other women similarly situated to Juliet in his eyes. They took the concept of “it’s complicated” to another level, and they weren’t even atypical from Hollywood couples. Or non-couples. I wasn’t sure I’d ever quite understand it.

“You just have to go with it,” Juliet said, as if reading my thoughts. “And there’s no room for jealousy. Of course, that’s never been a problem for you, has it, John?”

Juliet had turned on full seductress mode. She ran her hands over her breasts and then down to her pubic mound, letting the water pellet her from behind. Her hands rose again, this time slowing at her breasts so she could pinch and squeeze her nipples. She reached for me, and I pulled her into my arms, the water and steam now enveloping both of us.

Her kisses were playful, almost teasing. She wanted to keep talking, but I could tell she also might want to fuck again.

“I’m really looking forward to it,” I said. “It’s like we’re being invited into some secret society.”

“There’s an element to that,” she said. “It’s usually a pretty diverse crowd of creatives. So just understand that pretty much anything goes, and people will look at you funny if you express any surprise.”

“I know, I know,” I said, waving a hand. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all.”

Juliet rolled her eyes. She turned around and, with uncanny body control, guided my semi-erect cock between her ass cheeks. She put one leg up on the slick marble bench at the back of the shower and bent over.

“Why don’t you put another load in me before the hot water runs out,” she said.

“It’s an instant in-line water heater,” I observed.

“Oh, well,” she said airily, “then take your time. But give me that fucking load, John.”

I cracked a hand over Juliet’s firm ass, the water making it sting more than usual, and she gave a cute yelp. My cock hardened and slipped effortlessly between her freshly waxed lips. Juliet has eschewed the laser hair removal so many girls opted for these days. She wanted the option of growing a landing strip, she said. I assumed I knew better. My guess was that Stephen had told her to hold that option open. It was a power play with his fingerprints all over it.

“Wednesday lunch may be my favorite part of the week,” I said as my cock bottomed out in her for our third round that afternoon.

“It’s more like dessert,” she said, then steered the conversation back to the party. “I’ve seen things at these parties that make even me blush.”

“You are just dying to tell me something,” I said, slowly stroking in and out of her. “Go ahead. I don’t blush.”

“Let me put it this way,” Juliet said but paused to add, “yeah, fuck, just like that. You’ll make me cum that way.”

I spanked her again to get her back to the task at hand, but it only spurred on her pleasure. I had to wait until she came until I got more information out of her.

“God, I love how you make me cum,” she panted. “If you put another load in me, this will be a perfect day.”

“Stop teasing about this party and talk dirty to me, and I will,” I said.

I needed to cum fast, or we’d both turn to prunes in the water.

“It’s just important to understand that for a lot of people, these parties are their only chance to really get freaky,” Juliet said. “I call them the freakshow. It’s like a circus.”

“Stop stalling,” I said, pulling my cock all the way out of her pussy, which elicited a whimper of frustration from her. “You tease me. I tease you.”

“Jesus, okay,” Juliet relented. “I once saw a guy at one of these events – someone you would recognize for sure – shooting some drug into his dick with a needle.”

“Fuck,” I said.

“The first time I was ever with Stephen was at one of these parties,” she went on. “We microdosed shrooms and fucked, and the next thing we knew three days had passed.”

“Damn,” I said, not capable of uttering anything else. I focused on how good Juliet’s pussy felt gripping my cock.

“Stephen is really big on psychedelics for creativity and sex,” she explained. “We should try it sometime. It’s really fun.”

“If we’re together, I’m into it,” I said.

“I bet the girls would like it, too,” she said. “It’s just another level.”

“Keep going,” I said. “I want to hear something dirty.”

“Do you know,” Juliet said, naming an actress who was extremely well known and lauded as a critical darling.

“Of course,” I said.

“I saw her jerk off” – she named two very famous basketball players – “onto a glass table, then mix their cum with a bunch of cocaine and snort it up,” she said.

“Goddamn,” I said, panting now as my balls started to tingle. Was this the kind of insanity we would be in store for?

“Like I said, it’s somewhere people who normally don’t get a chance to feel comfortable and free to do just that,” she repeated. “Now give me that cum.”

I let my imagination run wild. It made getting off extremely easy. Effortlessly, my cum flooded Juliet’s pussy, and she moaned her appreciation at coaxing another load out of me. We dried off and dressed, ready to get back to the real world after our delicious escape. Before we parted, though, Juliet hesitated after kissing me and saying goodbye.

“Just remember,” she said, “this is unlike anything you’ll ever experience. At the same time, it’s almost like it never even happens at all. Everyone comes together at the party and then goes their separate ways. You don’t talk about it. You don’t revisit it. It just ... is. One night of total escape.”

Jesus, I thought, this could be like opening Pandora’s Box for us.

The excitement running through our house Friday evening was palpable. Melanie, despite our offer to get another sitter, demurred and said she wanted to stay with the kids. She had seriously toned down her partying ways, although she did join us to smoke marijuana on the terrace while we awaited Juliet’s arrival. She had told us she would pick us up at 10 p.m., and promptly at the appointed hour a stretch limousine pulled into the driveway.

Our instructions had been to dress for a party, without any other specificity, although Juliet mentioned to feel freedom and empowerment. It was very vague to me, so I went chic casual in a pair of too-expensive jeans, an even more expensive designer dress shirt whose sleeves I rolled up, and a pair of hand-sewn Italian loafers. Juliet gave me a boost in confidence when she greeted me with a kiss as she got out of the car.

“You look perfect,” she said.

It was flattery. She was the one who looked perfect, sporting a short, strapless Oscar de la Renta cocktail dress with 3D flowers sewn onto it. She was stunning. But so were my trio of girlfriends, who dripped sexuality and excitement.

Kat wore a red silk dress with a balloon hem, which had an air of danger about it since she didn’t wear panties. Jess had chosen an Yves Saint Laurent black beaded fringe mini dress that left nothing to the imagination. She let her breasts hang freely, with her matching beaded thong clearly visible underneath. Then Rita showed off in a hot pink Valentino mini bubble dress. It hung like a negligee, a large gap between her breasts, and the slightly sheer fabric barely covering her exquisite mounds. The hem crept up high, easily giving a glimpse of the matching hot pink panties she wore. Two long pieces of fabric curled around her arms – or could be tied up like a bow, making her an astonishing present.

“My god, look at these visions!” Juliet said, greeting the girls with hugs and kisses on their cheeks.

“I have died and gone to heaven,” I said, nearly losing my breath at the beauty that got into the car with me.

In the limo, Juliet had a bottle of Cristal Rosé Champagne waiting for us, which I poured out into five glasses as the car pulled away from our house.

“I see all of you are good and stoned, too,” Juliet said with a giggle. “But I think it’s time to get the real party started. And I have a little present for the girls to do that!”

Juliet presented them with a small box, tied neatly with white ribbon. The girls tore into them and produced a small, normal looking makeup compact.

“I had these custom made for the four of us,” she said.

“This is so cute!” Jess said enthusiastically.

“Let me show you how it works,” Juliet said.

She opened the compact, which really did just look like a normal makeup mirror. But then she pointed out a barely visible latch on the top and bottom sides of the mirror. With the compact open flat, she put her fingernail underneath the top mirror, and it popped open, revealing a clever stash of cocaine. Beneath the bottom mirror was a carbon fiber razor blade, adorably tiny spoon, and short straw.

“Oh my god,” Kat gasped, “come to mama.” She opened her own compact to play with it.

“Thank you, Juliet,” Rita said happily. “This is so generous!”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Juliet said with a grin. “Let’s see how they work!”

The girls needed no further prompting. Enthusiastically but carefully, they shaped two-inch lines on the mirror and snorted them up.

“Fuck me, this is legitmately the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said amid the sea of satisfied sniffing.

“You like watching this, daddy?” Kat said seductively before she closed her eyes and savored the rush as she rubbed her nostrils.

“So, Juliet, just how wild is this thing going to get tonight?” Rita asked, her voice nasal as she waited for the coke drip to hit.

“You never can tell,” Juliet said playfully. “It’s always beyond fun. You just never know what’s going to happen. That’s part of the charm of it.”

“Can we just agree that the only rule is there are no rules?” Jess said.

“Nope,” I said. “The only rule is no jealousy.”

We all laughed, a little nervously. Juliet had kept the party a bit of a mystery, building it up in our imaginations as a result.

“The one piece of advice I can definitely give you,” Juliet added, “is just don’t drink the punch.”

“The punch?” Kat asked.

“It’s an old Hollywood thing,” Juliet explained. “For decades at these kinds of parties there’s been a big bowl of punch laced with LSD. Unless you want a big time trip? I’d avoid it.”

“Good lord,” Rita mumbled.

“We should try LSD sometime,” Jess said.

“But maybe not tonight,” Kat said with a laugh. “I want to be able to see everything that’s going on!”

“Oh, and one last thing,” Juliet said as the limo drew near the party. “Don’t be starstruck. You’ll totally see people you recognize. Probably quite a few of them. But everyone who gets inside these gates? Is somebody just by virtue of the fact that they could get past security. You can just chill and have fun.”

“I know I’m going to have fun,” I said.

“This is better than grown-up prom,” Kat said.

“The coke has me flying!” Rita said dreamily.

“I wonder if I’ll be able to meet new client prospects,” Jess said.

“Oh, Jess, I’ve got at least a few I’ll introduce you to,” Juliet said. “I think you’ll find some very interesting possibilities!”

High above Hollywood, the limo slowly crept past ornate cast iron gates. It wound up a long, curvy driveway, and we rode in silence. I thought I could hear my heartbeat. It was a curious kind of nervousness. The unknown was like that, especially when coupled with eager anticipation.

“Showtime,” Juliet said when the car finally pulled to a stop.

The driver got the door, and I followed the ladies to the entrance of a magnificent, modern mansion. We scanned the security badges we had been provided – even Juliet – with another round of security at the front door. When they opened before us, I immediately understood that we were walking into an exclusive, reclusive adult Disney World.