Chapter 16

Author’s Note: Here we go! Sorry for the longer time between chapters. But there’s a lot going on, and I’m hoping to do it justice. Let me know what you think! There is a ton of incredibly fun stuff ahead.

Sometimes, you just need an orgy. We did. And it was marvelous. Everyone was so happy and satisfied the next day – although most of us didn’t wake up until the early afternoon. A few revelers, however, never even made it to bed. They went all night. And when I finally rolled out of bed, extricating myself from between the still-slumbering Kat and Rita, I found a few of our cohort who hadn’t let the party stop. I made a cup of coffee and went out into the garden, where I could see Jess and Katie taking rips off a bong.

As I approached them, admiring that they remained naked despite the slight chill in the air, I realized they weren’t alone outside. A few feet away, a couple was in the middle of an intimate moment. The blonde hair was unmistakably Crystal’s. When I got closer and could see above the hedge that had previously obscured them, I could see that she was with Petey. And his cock was buried up her ass. Crystal rode him reverse cowgirl, her body leaning forward as she fluidly moved her hips up and down. I finally saw why her body was almost parallel to the ground. She was bent down to snort lines of coke that were strewn across one of the low-lying coffee tables.

“You are a fiend, Crystal,” Petey said, his voice rough.

Crystal didn’t reply. She just kept bouncing on Petey’s cock and snorted up two lines of coke. Her tits jutted out invitingly when she finally sat up again, balancing herself with her hands that rested on the lounge chair they fucked on. Her pierced nipples stood out proudly.

“I love how you fit in my ass!” the blonde finally exclaimed.

Katie held a big hit from the bong in her lungs, but her deeply bloodshot eyes spotted me.

“Daddy!” she cried out, causing a plume of acrid weed smoke to escape. “Come join us!”

Crystal and Petey both looked at me, but only briefly before going back to their rutting.

“Come sit by me, baby,” Jess said as she put the lighter to the bowl of the bong.

“Did you two stay up all night?” I inquired, settling on the lounge chair where Jess had made space for me. I was next to her and sat facing Katie.

“We did,” Katie said. “I can’t believe how fast dawn seemed to come today.”

“Get in a lot of trouble?” I said with a smile and took a sip of coffee.

“Nothing you couldn’t guess,” Katie said flirtatiously. “I actually spent some time writing with Riley.”

“Oh really?” I said, surprised.

“Yeah, I think we worked out most of a new song,” she said, and her smile told me all I needed to know about how good that made her feel.

“I’m not sure if trouble is the right word,” Jess said, blowing out enough smoke to keep the three of us in a fog.

“You had an interesting night for sure,” Katie said, and my interest was piqued.

Before I could find out what she meant by that, we were interrupted by Petey cumming inside Crystal’s ass. He sounded like an animal in heat as he pulled her hair and dumped the contents of his balls past her sphincter. Petey seemed spent after he came, which was the opposite of Crystal. The coke and load seemed to energize her even further.

“I’ve got to go find my man!” she exclaimed as she got up, not even extricating Petey’s cock from her back door with any hesitation or care. “I love making him clean up my dirty ass. Oh, hi, John!”

She was high and drunk sex, and she quickly bounced back inside the castle to seek out Jason. I could only imagine she wasn’t even close to being ready to stop being a fuck toy. Petey struggled to his feet, the effects of a long night of indulgence finally catching up to him. He left us with a nod, and it left me with Jess and Katie. Jess offered me the bong, and I took her up on it. Smoking weed first thing in the morning was cliche for a reason. It was a great way to start the day. Even when I wasn’t feeling any stress or pain at all, it was nice to get the mellow calm of marijuana to start the day.

“Why was your night interesting, love?” I asked Jess.

I sparked up the lighter and held it to the bowl, watching the last of the sticky green bud blaze orange before beginning its quick journey to ash. I caught the furtive look that Jess and Katie exchanged when I posed the question on the subject that Katie had raised. A little shiver went up my back. But Jess didn’t hesitate to give me a straight answer.

“I had a really interesting tryst with Johnny,” she said, then added an intentional pause. “And Shelly.”

“Sounds like fun,” I said.

“It was,” she said, “of course it was. It was also a little bit ... unusual.”

“How so?” I followed up.

“Well, it was definitely unexpected,” Jess began. “We went through some things. Some surprising things.”

“Okay,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on her while I took a second hit on the bong before offering it over to Katie.

“I’m still processing it, but let me just get it out there,” Jess said. “But Johnny and I talked about me being his mistress.”

“Aren’t you sort of his mistress already?” I said, processing it myself.

“Yeah, I mean, we hook up,” she said.

“You’re like friends with benefits,” Katie offered helpfully as another cloud of weed smoke enveloped us.

“Right, and we talked about making it more, I dunno, like, official,” I said.

Memories of Jess’s earlier foray into having a boyfriend on the side flashed through my head. Manny had been a disaster. My knee-jerk instinct was to say hell no. This had been a disaster before. It wouldn’t be any different now. But I took a few moments to process what Jess said.

“An official mistress?” I said, then sprinkled in a chuckle. “This sounds like nineteenth-century high society.”

Jess and Katie both laughed, though I sensed the nervousness in both of them. They must have talked this through pretty extensively already this morning.

“It’s more complicated than that, really,” Jess said, “but I wanted to get the big thing out in the open. Because I would really like it. And I know what you’re going to say. It’s not like the Manny situation, which was just a huge mistake, and this is so, so different.”

“Slow down, babe,” I said, putting my hand on Jess’s thigh.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’m so wired. I have no idea how much blow I’ve done.”

“It’s been quite the party,” I said. “Just talk to me.”

I wanted her to feel comfortable. I wanted her to open up, knowing I’d react like an adult.

“It was so crazy,” Jess said. “This was actually Shelly’s idea. She had been on quite the journey, and she I think has come to a place where she is just being much more assertive about what she wants and doing things to shape her life.”

“Sounds like there’s a lot to unpack,” I said. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Nah,” Jess said. “Why stop doing coke now?”

She laughed. I could tell she was nervous.

“You don’t need to be nervous, sweetheart,” I said.

“Shelly and Johnny have kind of had a come-to-Jesus,” Jess explained. “And Shelly, kind of out of the blue, came out last night and said she gets off on watching Johnny fuck other people, and she wants to be there for it. I mean, she put his cock inside me herself. And she squirted. All over. Just from fingering herself watching him fuck me. She said it turns her on so much she wants me to be his mistress.”

“Fuck, that’s a lot,” I said, trying to process everything Jess had said. I was especially hung up on the thought that Shelly had squirted.

“I know what you’re going to ask,” Jess said. “What would it mean to be Johnny’s mistress? And I really don’t know. I’m too high and don’t have the ability to really process it, and I don’t want to just act impulsively. For once.”

Her words came so fast, and she was grinding her teeth as she looked at the pile of powder that was sitting on the table nearby.

“Might as well keep the party going,” I said, locking on Jess’s eyes and then directing mine to the coke.

“I’m really fiending,” she said. “I’m not going to lie. This has been a long night. In a good way. But, I have to admit, I was kind of nervous about talking to you, John.”

Jess continued to talk at the speed of sound. I could sense how manic she felt. I also could tell she wanted to talk alone but was too polite and cared too much about Katie to ask for alone time. Maybe part of her figured if they kept the coke train running, it would naturally work itself out. Jess took my hint and got on her knees, the glass straw instinctively finding its way up her nose, and two lines of coke running up the length of it, blowing away any hints of fatigue that might have tried to muscle their way into her psyche.

“That’s such a good idea,” Katie said, joining Jess on her knees. “I can’t deal with a comedown.”

“I legit feel like going on a total bender,” Jess said. “I just want to keep partying. I’m loving what we’ve got going on here. Last night was the best.”

Katie was reaching for the glass straw when Jess handed it to her and simultaneously planted an aggressive kiss on her lips. Katie’s hand holding the straw collapsed elegantly against the table, and she let out a surprised, satisfied sigh as their tongues touched.

“Thank you,” Jess said, pulling back and letting her piercing blue eyes bore into Katie’s.

Katie didn’t reply. She just smiled knowingly. And then the moment shattered.

“Katie!” a voice came from the threshold of the kitchen and the garden. “Katie! I think I’ve got it!”

Riley was there, wearing a sports bra and obscenely short, molded pair of workout shorts. Her hair was up in a ponytail, which bounced side to side as she waved toward my wife. Katie cupped her ear, indicating she couldn’t hear. Riley excitedly waved her hand in a “come here” motion. Katie grabbed the glass straw again and quickly hoovered up two lines before she stood up and, without saying goodbye, bounced off toward Riley. It didn’t seem unnatural that she was naked, and I admired how good her ass looked as she moved.

“They had hit writer’s block on the song,” Jess said, slipping her hand into mind before standing up and situating herself on my lap.

“Our Katie is all grown up,” I said. “It’s amazing how she’s just blossomed.”

“I love it,” Jess said. “I’m so happy for her. And for us.”

Jess kissed me tenderly, adjusting herself on my lap so that my semi-soft cock slipped between her thighs. Her skin felt warm and soft against my legs. I reflexively put a hand on the curve of her ass, then let it wander over her stomach, up her chest, and come to a rest on her tits. Her nipples hardened.

“I love the way you touch me,” she said.

“Tell me more about Johnny,” I said. “About this mistress idea.”

“I don’t know,” Jess said. “I think I like the way it sounds. Mistress. I’ve been a sugarbaby. I’ve been a whore. I’ve been an escort. I’ve been a madam. I guess I am still a madam. But ‘mistress’ has a nice ring to it.”

“I wasn’t meaning the word,” I said, trying to maintain a veneer of seriousness. “I meant the arrangement. Have you thought about how it would work? And why you want it?”

“I really haven’t had a chance,” she admitted.

“Too busy fucking him?” I asked.

“We did go two rounds,” Jess said, moving herself in a familiar and seductive way on my lap. “I think Shelly was more excited about it than I was.”

“She went full cuckquean?” I said.

“Full-throttle down the hill,” Jess said and kissed my neck softly. Her hair felt delicious against my skin. When I didn’t reply, she added, “You’re wondering if you can get with Shelly more if I do this.”

“If we do this,” I said with a nod.

“I like the idea of not sneaking around, of course,” Jess said, her hand now finding my balls. “But you know how I am with Johnny. I can’t say no. It’s like you with Juliet. But he’s also like my Kat.”

“What do you mean?” I said, my breath becoming shorter as she went to work on turning me on.

“We have this magnetic attraction, like you and Kat do,” she said, her lips intentionally just barely grazing my skin. “But he’s so famous, like Juliet.”

“I don’t get jealous of you anymore,” I said.

“That’s because you and I have a real partnership of equals,” Jess said. My cock hardened against her thighs.

“I think Shelly is fun,” I said.

“Then you should fuck her,” Jess said. “You and I should always fuck whoever we want, whenever we want.”

“You are such an insatiable slut,” I said.

“Just like you, Mr. Cameron,” she said, and I gasped as she deftly slipped the tip of my cock inside her vagina. “God, you feel so good, my love.”

“Think about how you want this to work,” I said. “I’m not opposed. But you have to understand a little hesitation.”

“Because of Manny,” Jess finished my sentence. “I know.”

“I can’t help it, even if I know it’s different,” I said.

“Way different,” she said, then gasped as I bottomed out inside her.

She shifted on my lap to turn and face me fully. Our lips met, and we slowly humped for a couple minutes.

“Do you love him?” I asked.

“No,” Jess said unequivocally and immediately.

“You keep going back to him,” I said.

“I only come back to you, darling,” she said.

“Let’s talk about it later,” I said. “When we’ve sobered up.”

“You’re sober,” she said.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be,” I said.

“You want to do a line off my ass?” she asked.

“I don’t want to take my cock out of you,” I said.

“You could put it back in,” Jess said, biting her lower lip in a way I knew meant something else was coming. “Maybe in my ass after you give me a booty bump?”

“Jesus, you truly are insatiable,” I said.

“You wouldn’t ever accept me any other way,” Jess said.

We took it easy after the orgy. Riley and Katie spent a lot of time in the recording studio during the remaining days leading up to the final shows of the European leg of the Stages Tour, but they were secretive about any progress. Katie didn’t play us anymore songs, only teasing us with hints about her nascent album going well. Riley and Henry also spent a good deal of time being briefed regarding stepped up security measures for the final Wembley shows, which they had decided had to go on. On one hand, they didn’t want to let down their fans. On the other, they didn’t want to show fear. But even in our cocoon, which became almost suffocating at the end of the six weeks in Europe, it was hard to eradicate every trace of fear.

My wives and I took it easy, spending time in a little bubble of our own. We had probably been partying too hard, indulging too much. But it became easier at the end of our European sojourn to focus on what truly mattered. Anja and Violet jetted off to prior commitments, which was part relief and partly confusing. The entire situation had thrown me for a loop, and I needed time to think about it and decide what to do. And by that I meant dealing with Old Katie.

Shelly and Nicole both flew home, too. Shelly decided she didn’t want to be away from Johnny, and Nicole had to take care of Infinity agency business. Juliet and Melanie also went back to LA, wanting to spend a few intimate days at Joshua Tree before their lives got turned upside down. Juliet’s movie release was fast approaching, and the press junkets were going to start in only a couple weeks.

Our tour entourage had thinned out a bit, which made me wonder about how the last final-show party would go in London. Until I found out that Riley didn’t want one. She and Henry agreed that it was time to go home. They were exhausted and ready for some down time. It would be challenging enough to power through three more marathon concerts, much less get on the merry-go-round of indulgence again.

When Anja and Violet left us, however, something happened that I classified as too convenient. Old Katie reached out to me.

“Need a security consult for the London finale?” she had written in a text message to me.

When I got it, I was standing in our bathroom in the castle, fresh out of the shower. Kat, Jess, and Rita were still in the shower, playing grab-ass and cleaning up after the four of us had spent the early morning hours making love. It had been tender and satisfying, especially when I filled Kat’s pussy with a massive load of cum that Rita ate out of her while Jess simultaneously rode herself to orgasm on Kat’s face. Katie had slipped out in the middle of the night, battling the insomnia of a creative binge, and gone to the recording studio. But it was nevertheless a deeply satisfying and perfect start to the day.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Rita said when she saw me staring at my phone.

“Old Katie,” I said, picking up the phone and holding it out to her.

She took it and read the message.

“I’m sorry, but she’s weird, and I don’t trust her,” Rita said.

I looked at her seriously, as seriously as I could when she had nothing but a towel wrapped around her head, and she looked refreshed and inviting standing before me, fully exposed. Her body was so supple, so inviting. I couldn’t do anything but think impure thoughts when I saw her like this.

“That’s why I was thinking about telling her to fly out for these last shows,” I said.

“Huh,” Rita said, not letting herself react in the moment. She was considering it. We were silent for a minute. “You should do it. I’ll bet you anything that she doesn’t know how much you know.”

“I’m not sure about that,” I said. “But I’ll tell you this much, Rita. I’m not going to fuck around. I’m going to confront her.”

“Confront who?” Jess said. She and Kat had emerged from the shower and were drying off.

“Old Katie,” I said.

“You should do it,” Kat said.

“Catch her off-guard,” Jess said.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be catching her off-guard. But I knew I couldn’t just let the status quo go.

“If you want to join the party, you don’t need an excuse,” I finally typed back to Old Katie. “Come hang out.”

“I’m already on my way to the airport,” Old Katie replied instantly.

It gave me an uneasy feeling. Was I playing two moves behind in a game of chess with my college girlfriend? Or had I figured her out and was about to change the balance of power between us that she had tried so hard to wrestle in her favor?

Old Katie flew commercial and arrived early the following morning, just less than twelve hours before the first of the last Wembley shows. I made a point to be awake for her arrival, but everyone else in the castle slept. I had sent a Rolls Royce to pick her up at Heathrow, though I didn’t accompany it. Instead, I greeted her at the entrance with a freshly brewed cappuccino. Old Katie emerged from the tank-like Rolls looking sharp, not a bit like she’d just taken an overnight flight from Los Angeles.

Her hair was springy, as if it had been freshly styled. Matte, reddish-brown lipstick gave a serious edge to her meager smile. Large, cat’s eyes Chanel sunglasses covered a good deal of her face. She wore a classic Chanel A-line dress cinched at the waist with a gold Chanel belt. Spike Chanel heels completed the unified ensemble. She looked like the fashion maven she was. While the driver handled her suitcase, she walked toward me.

“You’re a life-saver, John,” she said, gratefully taking the coffee and giving my cheeks greeting kisses.

“How was your flight?” I asked. I had decided I was going to play this cool and like it was just another day, just another meeting.

“Short,” she said. “Two Xanax and an Ambien with three glasses of Champagne before takeoff, and the next thing I knew we were touching down.”

“That’s very civilized,” I said, noting that meant she must have changed and gotten all dolled up in the arrivals lounge.

“You’re sweet to get up early for little old me,” Old Katie said as I escorted her into the castle.

The driver followed with her suitcase, but she instructed him to leave it in the foyer and dismissed him with a twenty-pound note. I took her bag by the handle and led her past the drawing rooms, Old Katie hooking her right arm through my left.

“This is quite the cozy setup,” she said.

“I thought I’d show you to your room,” I said.

“John, you scoundrel, are you taking me straight to bed?” she said, her voice a singsong.

“I’m being a gentleman,” I said. “And making sure you get comfortably situated.”

“I’ve never really known you to be a gentleman,” she said, and I started to feel uneasy by her flirtatious, carefree manner. It took me by surprise.

Our last encounter obviously had ended awkwardly, and we had shared very little contact since. When we did, it was strictly business. Part of the continued awkwardness, I knew, was because of my undisclosed suspicion of how Anja and Violet had come to be with us. We walked to the grand staircase and up in silence. Old Katie would stay in the room closest to the stairs. I opened her door, pushed the suitcase inside, and said I would excuse myself to the kitchen for coffee of my own.

Old Katie finally took off her sunglasses, and I saw her dramatically large pupils. She was high, but I wasn’t sure on what. She had perfect composure.

“I’ll just get settled and come join you,” she said, switching off her flirty tone. “This cap is totally delicious.”

In the kitchen, I brewed myself a triple espresso, then added a splash of cream to it to cut the intense bitterness. I was steeling myself to confront Old Katie right out of the gate. I had played through this moment in my head from the moment she had told me she was going to the airport. I had tested it out with the girls. I had dreamt about it in my hours of fitful sleep. The one thing I was certain of was that I had to simply rip the band-aid off. I wanted to catch Old Katie off-kilter. I wanted to exercise the element of surprise.

Lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t realize that I had finished my coffee. Or that Old Katie had walked into the kitchen.

“You there?” she said, walking up to me a bit too closely and letting her arm brush against mine.

She had taken off her heels. Barefoot, I hadn’t heard her approaching.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said. “Early morning. I didn’t sleep great.”

“Oh, Gauloises!” Old Katie exclaimed when she saw a pack sitting on the counter next to the coffee machine. “I love smoking in Europe.”

“Everybody seems to, apparently,” I said with a chuckle.

“I’m going to have one, do you want to join me?” she asked.

“I’ll sit with you,” I said. “It’s a beautiful morning.”

“Never got the cigarette bug, did you?” she said.

“Nope,” I said. “Weed and the occasional cigar. That’s me.”

Old Katie laughed, and it came off as forced. But we walked outside to the garden and sat down at one of the bistro tables just outside. She pulled a heavy ashtray toward her, then lit her smoke and took a long, practiced drag.

“God, that hits the spot,” she said as she looked away from me and exhaled.

I nodded but didn’t say anything. The morning was crisper than the previous few had been, the peak of summer knocked off its perch for the time being, at least. The weather for the concert that evening was supposed to be perfect. Old Katie smoked with a smooth confidence that betrayed it was more regular than just when she was in Europe. She looked at me, as if sizing me up, but she didn’t say anything.

“I should have offered you more coffee,” I said. “Do you want another one?”

“No, thank you,” she said. “I’m good. One was enough. I was kind of hoping I could get a lift of another kind when I got here.”

She raised her empty hand to her nose and made a little bump gesture.

“I’m amazed you could make it the whole flight,” I said, joking.

“The downside of flying commercial,” she said. “I can’t take that risk. You do have a stash here, though, right?”

She bit the corner of her bottom lip as she waited for my answer.

“The upside of flying private,” I said and smiled.

“Touché,” she said.

I decided to seize the moment and change the subject. Old Katie’s eyes looked stern and dark in the shrouded gray of the morning.

“I’m glad you came,” I said casually.

“I thought I might be useful,” she said. “After what happened with Vienna.”

“I thought you were an agent, not a secret agent,” I said.

“I’ve had a lot of experience,” she said. “You know that.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be here to work,” I said.

“Trust me, this isn’t work,” she said, flicking a bit of ash off her cigarette.

“Good,” I said. “Because I really wanted to thank you for your present.”

“What?” she said. “What present?”

“I’m pretty sure you know,” I said.

“I really don’t,” she said quickly.

And for a split second, I believed her. A genuine look of surprise and confusion passed over her face. But then she raised her hand to her neck, and I knew she was lying. She was a good actress, but it was an obvious tell, a practiced gesture that was meant to give sincerity to her words but came off as premeditated. I was about to move in for the kill. I had been rolling the line over in my head all night and nonstop since the Rolls Royce pulled up to the castle.

“I’m sure Anja and Violet will tell you all about it,” I said, delivering the words flatly and with precision.

The effect was even better than I hoped. I had just enough time to see a flash of panic in her eyes and her face fall just a touch before the door from the kitchen opened. It was Rita, right on queue.

“Well, good morning!” my wife said brightly.

She wore silky pink pajamas, the tight shirt revealing half her stomach and pulling tightly against her breasts. The thin fabric outlined her hard nipples. The pink shorts were eaten up between her ass cheeks and pulled tightly against her pubis. They were at least one size too small. Rita carried a cup of coffee.

“There they are,” she said, pulling up a third chair to the small table. “You like a morning smoke, too?”

“I was just telling John how much I love smoking in Europe,” Old Katie said, instantly regaining her composure. “And Gauloises are my favorite. By far.”

“Mine, too!” Rita said, casually touching Old Katie’s arm as she put a cigarette between her lips.

“Here,” Old Katie said, passing her the heavy, stainless-steel lighter.

“Thanks,” Rita said and flicked it to life.

She took a quick drag and exhaled the smoke expertly through her nose, letting it curl seductively around her face. She shot me the briefest sidelong glance, but it was just long enough for me to communicate that everything was going to plan. Then she took a sip of her coffee.

“I’m so glad you decided to join us, Katie,” Rita said. “We just had some friends go home, and the castle was starting to feel so boring!”

“I thought I might make myself useful,” she said.

“You can make yourself useful by partying with us!” Rita said, her voice sweet as saccharine.

“It’s so funny you say that!” Old Katie said with a high-pitched laugh. “I was just asking John if there were any goodies around.”

“Girl, what do you think?” Rita said, exhaling another plume of smoke into the morning sky. “We have been blowing and going, if you catch my snow drift.”

Old Katie laughed again and said, “You’re so funny!” She stubbed out her first cigarette.

“If you let me finish my smoke, I’ll get you a little morning toot, if you want,” Rita said.

“I would love that,” Old Katie said, her eyes bouncing back and forth between my wife and me.

“Is it going to be one of those days?” I said and smiled warmly at Rita.

“It is most definitely going to be one of those days,” Rita said. Her knowing nod went noticed only by me.

“Back to the salt mines, I guess,” I said with mock disappointment.

The door opened again, and perfectly on-schedule, out came Kat and Jess.

“Yay!” Kat said. “Morning ciggie time!”

“With Katie!” Jess said, greeting Old Katie with a hug while she was seated.

Both girls wore skimpy workout clothes.

“We were thinking of hitting the slopes after this,” Rita said.

“Why not?” Kat said.

“Perfect idea for our new guest and the first of the last shows!” Jess agreed.

“You all sure know how to make a girl feel welcome,” Old Katie said, beaming.

“We’re so glad you came,” Rita said.

“Yeah, I was honestly kind of worried it might be awkward after last time,” Jess said.

Old Katie just waved her hand and laughed nervously.

“Oh, gosh,” she said, her face genuinely flushing.

“Let’s not bring up water under the bridge!” Kat said magnanimously. “Let’s start fresh!”

“Well, I’m ready to freshen up,” Rita said, pushing her cigarette butt into the bottom of the ashtray. “Do you want to join me, Katie?”

“Sure,” Old Katie said, standing up.

Kat and Jess took the seats vacated by Rita and Old Katie, and the latter two disappeared inside to powder their noses.

“How’s it going, daddy?” Kat asked in a whisper.