Chapter 20

Author’s Note: Well, we’ve made it! The final chapter of Traffic Girl: Katie. I hope you find that this is a rollicking good time, if a bit different from the usual. But I think it’s a fun change of pace. Don’t worry – the fun doesn’t stop here. We’ll be rolling right into a continuation of this timeline in Traffic Girl: Stephanie, with the first chapter already well underway.

It took us a couple days to recover from the orgy. Partly we needed that time just to process everything that had happened. Perhaps it wasn’t what happened that had shocked us so much as with whom it had happened. The entire evening had been so ridiculous and over-the-top that if you put it into fiction, no one would believe it was real. After the event, though, life took an extremely busy turn.

Katie’s album was coming out. She had settled on a title after a long struggle: Euphoria’s Kiss. Juliet’s movie was in theaters. Jess was inundated with demand for Hollywood & Vine – memberships and events. And Rita was working exhaustively to get the new agency backed by Juliet and Riley off the ground.

The agency was extremely interesting to me. While it was fronted by Old Katie, who gave the new organization cache and legitimacy – along with her stellar book of clients – the big shots were being called by Rita. And that came on direct orders from Juliet and Riley themselves. So while Rita was officially a consultant, she was the real decision maker. She relished it, too, and she liked exercising her fondness for dominance over my college girlfriend. I worried, however, about Old Katie staying in line. I knew she didn’t like the submissive role. She hated it. But she loved money more. And she was making a lot of it. Triple what she had previously, with a generous incentive package that was readily attainable. Rita was confident she could keep Old Katie in line with the money taken care of, but I told her to be careful. I didn’t trust Old Katie.

At the same time, once the agency announcement became public, and the roster of clients leaked out, Old Katie was riding a way of new publicity that reached another level for her. The money, the new level of fame, and the blackmail material that had been recorded at Hollywood & Vine on orgy night certainly made a formidable trio of incentives to keep Old Katie in line.

The agency also received a boost from the extraordinary opening of Tapestry of Scars. On opening weekend, it grossed $125 million at the box office. In its first four weeks, it had actually continued to gain momentum, hitting a U.S. total of $550 million and a worldwide total of more than $1 billion, with no sign of slowing down. There was even talk it might reach the rare heights of Titanic level receipts, although that still seemed so impossible. Regardless, the critical and audience reviews were overwhelming in their praise. It received a 100% score on Rotten Tomatoes. There was already talk that the Academy Awards race was over. And Juliet, Carly, and Jeff Stone all received high marks for the performances of their careers.

It was a flurry of activity over the month, and with the holidays rapidly approaching, we felt like it would be a good time to take a special weekend away. Three nights down off the coast of Mexico on the High Seas. But this time? It would come with a twist. This was something Jess had been plotting with our friends for quite some time, and it coincided with a number of other important, upcoming events. Our friends Ryan and Chris were teaming up for a new action movie – co-starring together for the first time – and they would be heading out to Australia for a shoot that would last four months. Riley also had a new album slated to come out, just two weeks before Christmas.

But the biggest looming deadline was that Katie’s album would come out right after Thanksgiving. Life would become a rollercoaster once more, so we were going to go out with a bang. Or a whole lot of bangs.

“I just want to say that I think this idea is genius,” Melanie said.

“You are the queen of creativity, Jess,” Juliet echoed.

“Thank you, darlings,” Jess said, smiling.

“Can we get started already?” Kat asked eagerly.

“Only when everybody is here,” Jess said. “It’ll be just a few more minutes.”

We mingled on the main deck’s aft sun lounge on the High Seas. There were fifteen of us present, and we were waiting for two more. Ryan and Chris, the action stars, were running behind. But only by fifteen minutes. Yet after such a stressful period filled with work and juggling so many balls in the air in real life, all of us were ready to cut loose. The steam had built up for too long. The pressure was ripe to blow the lid off our buttoned up professionalism and release the monsters of hedonism.

I was there with my four wives and Stephanie. Jason was there with Crystal and Bianka. There were, of course, also Juliet and Melanie, Petey and Alix, and Riley and Henry. We were about to embark on a totally new adventure. For the weekend, we were going to pair off in new couples. Jess had come up with the idea and played matchmaker. We all assumed we knew what the pairings would be, but Jess insisted nothing would be official until we all arrived, had set sail, and were happily naked in international waters. Only then would she reveal who each person would spend the weekend with.

“I never thought I’d be starring in a season of the Ultimatum,” Juliet joked.

“And so soon after you won best actress!” Rita said with a laugh.

“Maybe right before you win that title two years in a row!” Melanie chimed in.

Spirits were high. And we were getting there, too. We had already hit the open bar. A couple bongs made the rounds.

“Kat, you really should go commercial with your weed,” Henry said. “It’s the shit.”

For effect or by coincidence, he let out a hacking cough as he exhaled a plume of acrid smoke and passed the bong to Riley.

“I don’t know,” Kat said. “Would that spoil it? It might spoil it.”

“I’m sure we could get you a license,” Petey volunteered. “You could just buy coke with whatever profit you made.”

He guffawed, just in time for Captain Spence to arrive with our final two guests in tow.

“All right, ladies and gentlemen,” Captain Spence said in his easy, surfer manner. “I think we’re all here. So while I get us underway, I believe Jess has some announcements.”

A general series of whoops went up from all of us in attendance. The guys went over to greet Ryan and Chris. Victoria from the yacht staff brought them drinks, and their eyes were transfixed on her braless tits in her taut, thin white button-down shirt.

“Here we go, everybody!” Jess said, her voice hitting an extra-high octave. “Are you just dying to know who you’re spending your weekend with?”

“Stop teasing us!” Bianka shouted.

“Yeah, tell me who’s dicking me down already!” Alix said with a cackle.

“Okay, then, without further ado,” Jess said, her voice trailing off.

She announced the pairings. And it was clear almost immediately that she wasn’t doing anything creative. She was playing to the masses, giving us what we wanted. Pushing us to live out fantasies that, if we hadn’t directly said out loud, were too obvious to ignore.

Rita and Juliet.

Stephanie and Melanie.

Katie and Henry.

Kat and Ryan.

Crystal and Chris.

Alix and Jason.

Bianka and Petey.

Riley and me.

Jess and Captain Spence.

“There you have it, my horny friends,” Jess said, relishing her role as mistress of ceremonies. “If I might suggest, find the stateroom I’ve assigned you to get acquainted with your distraction for the weekend. I’ve left a surprise for each of you there. And by the time you’re back? We’ll be in international waters, and you know what that means.”

“A surprise?” Kat said. “Oh, now I’m super curious. Come on, Ry!”

Kat tugged the action superhero with her. Everyone else followed suit. I hung back with Riley and smiled at Jess.

“What about your surprise?” I asked her.

“He’s waiting on the bridge for me,” Jess said.

“Well, maybe you should have something else,” I said and produced a small velvet box from the cargo pocket of my swim trunks. “You’re not the only one who can arrange surprises.”

“John!” Jess said as she took the box. She flipped it open, and I grinned when I saw her eyes go wide and her face light up. “John! Oh my god!”

She flung her arms around my neck and kissed me.

“Hey, I think that violates the rules of this weekend,” I said with a smirk.

“Shut up,” she said. “This is beautiful. Thank you.”

Jess cradled the necklace in her hand and let it fall around her neck. It was platinum with “Jess” spelled out in script in diamonds. I had left a similar name necklace for each of my wives in their respective accommodations. When she got it fastened around her, she kissed me.

“That definitely is a rules violation,” I said and gave her another peck on her lips.

“Shut up,” she repeated. “It’s gorgeous.”

“So are you,” I said.

“And so is your girlfriend for the weekend,” Jess said, looking at Riley. “I hope she makes you really work to satisfy her.”

“I’m going to send him back broken,” Riley said and laughed.

It felt like the good vibes on the High Seas were impossible to pierce.

“Go have fun,” Jess said. “But know this is very, very sweet.”

“All right,” I said. “Love you.”

I offered my arm to Riley, and she took it. We ascended the stairs and made our way to the owner’s suite. She looked refined and relaxed in a floral tube top and matching ruffled mini-skirt, capped off by a sexy pair of Bottega Veneta knee-high boots. My heart beat heavily in my chest. This was my girlfriend for the weekend? It seemed stupid to say. The mere thought made me giddy.

We reached the top of the curving staircase, and she turned around and ran her hands up my chest. She bounced up on her tiptoes and kissed me. It was brief and soft, and then she looked up at me with those dancing blue eyes.

“There is something deliciously naughty about this whole thing, don’t you think?” she said, then ran her tongue over her red-painted lips.

“I have to admit,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I’ve done a lot of naughty things. I’ve never done a full weekend swap.”

“How does it feel to have me as your girlfriend?” she asked, grinning.

“Surreal,” I admitted.

“I want to see what Jess surprised us with,” Riley said, “but I need to tell you something first.”

“Okay,” I said. Our eyes never broke contact.

“We both know what Henry and Katie are going to be doing,” she continued. “And I’m cool with it. I love them both. Henry and I are in a really strong place. But, I have to admit, it makes me a little jealous.”

“I get it,” I said. “I’m fine with it, too, but I can’t help but be a little jealous. It’s a natural reaction.”

“Good,” Riley said, nodding her head. “That means you’re going to get what I’m going to tell you. I want to see if Henry can be a little jealous, too. So I’m going to throw myself into this weekend totally. I’m literally going to be your girlfriend. But because of that, I need you to promise me something.”

“Of course,” I said. “Anything.”

“Don’t fall in love with me,” she said, the sparkle in her eyes getting just a little brighter.

I laughed and said, “Impossible. I’m fully spoken for.”

Riley took my hand again and pulled me through the master suite’s door.

“What do you want to do first?” I asked.

“Can I be honest?” she said, as hesitant in tone as I had been.

“I expect that from my girlfriend,” I said.

“Let’s have some drinks,” she said. “I want you to seduce me. I know you’re a fun fuck. Spectacular fuck. But I will really be a dirty girl for you if you please my mind first.”

I laughed again.

“Well, you know my rule,” I said. “I never tell a pretty girl no.”

I went to the wine fridge that was in the suite.

“White, rose, or Champagne?” I asked.

“Champagne,” Riley said, sitting on the edge of the bed and beginning the process of removing her boots.

I could see almost all the way up her skirt. I glanced back for a peek more than once while I pulled out a bottle of 2008 Dom Perignon. I popped the cork and grabbed two wine glasses. Riley had stayed on the edge of the bed, her legs kicking back and forth when I walked over.

“I saw you looking, and the answer is no,” she said.

“Huh?” I said.

“You were looking up my skirt,” she said. “I’m not wearing panties.”

She flipped up her skirt and spread her legs slightly, then covered up again just as quickly.

“You don’t miss a thing,” I said, sitting about a foot away from her. It was enough space for us to look at each other without the angle being awkward.

“I’m used to guys perving on me,” she said as I handed her a full glass.

“I thought I was supposed to be seducing your mind,” I said.

“You’re right,” she said. “I’m so used to thinking like a man.”

She smiled at me, and held up her glass. I clinked mine to hers, and we each took a healthy sip.

“So you’re going out on tour again so soon?” I asked.

“New album, new tour,” she said. “But there are a couple factors. One is that Henry is going to have that movie shoot coming up. The other is Katie’s album. I figure it’ll give her a boost if I’m out there with her. I can promote her, too.”

“That’s awfully kind of you,” I observed.

“She’s amazing,” Riley said seriously. “And talented.”

“I think so, too,” I said.

“I want her to blow up,” she said. “It’s good for me if someone I support does well. A rising tide benefits all ships, you know?”

“Well, I’m grateful for it,” I said. “She’s grateful for it. We’ve all loved getting to know you. And Henry. You guys are awesome.”

Silence sat between us momentarily. We each took another drink. The gap between us had closed by a couple inches.

“Are you guys going to tour with us again?” Riley asked in a hopeful tone. “That made it really fun. Really, really fun.”

“For sure,” I said. “Not sure how it will work with Rita at the agency, but you know that Stephanie is going to be Katie’s assistant on the road, right?”

“She told me,” Riley said, grinning again. “Katie is like my little mini-me. I love it.”

I noticed something in her eyes. Something mischievous and maybe a little dark.

“That’s a reason why you want to fuck me,” I said, taking a chance. “It’s powerful to fuck your protegee’s husband.”

“I can’t deny it,” Riley said, the gap between us closing even more now. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. “I love power games. But I’m sure Rita’s told you that.”

“She has,” I said. “And you know how much Katie likes me fucking other women?”

“She didn’t have to say anything for me to know it,” Riley said. She emptied the last of the Champagne into her mouth.

“How wet does that make you?” I asked.

“Extremely,” Riley said, putting her wine glass on the night table and reaching for my hand. She guided it between her legs.

“You aren’t kidding,” I said. “You must really like having things you’re not supposed to.”

Riley smiled that sweet, devilish smile and said, “I can have anything I want.”

The remaining gap between us disappeared. Our lips met, and I pushed her tube top down while we kissed. My fingertips brushed her puffy, pink areolas, then squeezed gently to bring the pebble-like center to life.

“That’s not what I said,” I whispered to her. “Even if you can have anything you want, you want the things you’re not supposed to.”

“Okay,” she said. “Busted. I do. I love having that power. I love knowing what people will do for me. What they’ll risk. It’s a trip. Like standing on stage.”

“Like doing a bump right before you walk out on stage, and no one is the wiser,” I said.

“Fuck, you read me like a book,” Riley said.

My hand retreated lower, between her thighs, and found her slit. I glided one finger over it and felt how wet she was. She parted her legs a little more, anticipating that I’d push inside her. But I didn’t. I opened my palm and cupped her mound. Her lips were puffy. I squeezed them together. She groaned. Then I rubbed her whole mound again.

“You fucking tease,” she gasped.

My response was to lean in and kiss her neck. I ran the side of my hand along her slit, then alternated between squeezing her lips together and rubbing her pubis.

“You fucking tease!” she gasped again, this time with more urgency.

“I have never once teased you,” I said.

I flicked her clit once with my index finger, then continued to build her desire.

“I always deliver,” I added.

“I’m so wet,” Riley moaned.

We kissed again. She was urgent and passionate. We had never connected physically like this before. We rolled over onto our sides, now fully on the bed. As we readjusted, I didn’t change my approach. I wanted her desperate. I wanted her to beg. I tried to pull her on top of me, but she resisted. So we stayed on our sides, and she clamped her thighs together tightly to force my hand on her pubic mound more firmly. Riley was a great kisser. My cock throbbed against her thigh.

“You’re so hard,” she noted.

“I know,” I said, then went back to kissing her deeply.

“I want to feel it in me,” she said.

“Beg for it,” I said firmly.

“Please, John,” Riley said, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. The red lipstick had smeared all over us. “I’m begging you. Put that big dick inside me. Fuck me. I need it. I’m a bad girl.”

We kissed again, and I couldn’t resist her any longer. There was a spark, an intensity I’d never felt with Riley before.

“Get on top,” I said.

I rolled to the left, then scooted myself under her as she swung her legs over and got on her knees. She straddled me, and I reached up and grabbed her tits. They were perfect little handfuls, and her nipples were fully erect now. I tweaked them lightly, and she closed her eyes and sighed. She kept them closed as she felt for my cock and gripped it, lining it up with her pussy. For the briefest moment, she teased the head along her slit, but then she just sat on it, and we both groaned at the same time.

“Holy shit, you’re wet!” I cried.

“This feels incredible,” Riley said, rocking her hips back and forth.

We savored the fusion of our bodies for a couple minutes. I played with her tits, cupping them in my hands and relishing the firm teardrops. I thrust my hips up to meet hers and was grateful there wasn’t even a hint of pain. I felt strong. My cock was as hard as I could ever remember.

“You are so deep,” Riley said, breaking the silence by reading my thoughts.

“Your pussy is insane,” I marveled. “It feels so fucking good.”

I slid my hands across her thighs, feeling the faintest peach fuzz on her skin, and gripped her ass. It was so smooth. So firm. I got greedy, dragging a couple fingers to her crack and pushing them deeply in between. I grazed her crinkled asshole, then retreated and squeezed her glorious cheeks. It caused Riley to fall forward a bit, lengthening her strokes against my cock. My god, she was wet. The squelching sounds we made were ridiculous. The change in position also let me suck her nipples into my mouth. She liked them sucked gently, and if I made a twirling motion around them with my tongue, I could feel her progressing closer to orgasm. So I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting my hips up, pushing into the squishy depths of her cervix, and alternated between each of her perfect, natural tits.

“Cumming,” she panted. “I’m cumming.”

Her body tensed, shook, and released. But she never stopped riding me. In fact, she rode me faster. Her pussy gave her away. She was going to cum again. I moved my hands from her ass to her hips ... I held them firmly in place, pushing down, to make the impact of my upward thrusts even more pronounced. It didn’t even take twenty strokes for her to cum again.

“What the fuck?” Riley shouted. “What are you doing to me?”

“You’re an animal,” I said. “I fucking love it. You’re not done, are you?”

She shook her head and kept riding. She leaned farther forward. My face was smothered by her breasts. I slipped a couple fingers to her ass crack again, but this time I wriggled one inside her puckered hole.

“You know just how to make me cum,” she said.

“Are you going to cum again for me?” I asked, my voice muffled because I was busy playing with her tits.

“Holy shit, I am,” she said. Her tone shifted. It sounded almost like she was going to burst into tears. “I’m going to cum. This is so intense. So intense.”

It backed off, but only briefly. We changed pace, going with long, slow strokes. A few minutes of that put her back on the brink.

“Jesus, you’re such a hot fuck,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Suck my nipples,” Riley ordered. “I’m close. I’m so frustratingly close.”

I obliged and started to thrust more deeply in her again. We were covered in her wetness. I was amazed she didn’t slide off my thighs. Then I felt her tense up again. She was close. It was going to take some effort to push her over the edge again. My tongue worked her nipples fervently. Then, with a slight change in position, I found a motion that allowed the full length of my cock to glide along her clit. I slowed the pace a touch and went long and deep.

“I’m so close,” she said. “I’m so close. I’m so close.”

“Cum for me,” I said. “Cum for me then I’ll fill you up with a huge fucking load.”

“I want it,” she panted. “I want that creampie. I love it. I’m cumming!”

Riley lost her mind. She screamed and quaked, and I honestly took pride in the fact that I had gotten her off so much and so intensely. Pride shot through me. This was an objectively hot fuck.

“Your turn,” she said, her breath ragged when she finally came to her senses. “How do you want me?”

“On your back,” I said.

I wanted to look Riley in the eyes while I shot my cum inside her.

“I love missionary,” she said. “I love feeling a guy shoot like that. I think it gets deeper.”

“Your creampie fetish is sexy as hell,” I said as we changed positions.

“It’s also going to be very lucrative,” Riley said.

“Is it now?” I said, furrowing my brow as I straddled her.

Riley’s pussy was still swollen. It was smooth and inviting.

“I love creampies,” she said. “Rita loves cum. It ended bringing all of us together and, voila, the agency.”

I laughed as I lined up my cock with her pussy.

“I didn’t think of it that way,” I said. “Just goes to show you what an open sex life gets you.”

Riley wiggled under me. There was expectation in her eyes again.

“I was thinking more of what cum addiction gets you, but six of one, half-dozen of another,” she said, smiling. “Now fuck me.”

I pushed into her, and we both marveled at just how wet she was. The sheets were covered in a large wet spot. Our bodies were slick with her arousal.

“Put your fingers around my cock,” I said as I started to thrust into her again. “Feel how wet you are.”

She slid her delicate hand between us and used her index and middle fingers to form goal posts around my shaft. It added delicious pressure to the already ample amount her velvety insides put on me.

“I like feeling that big vein that runs down your dick,” she said. “It’s like I can feel how virile you are.”

I was flattered that she paid attention that closely to me. But I didn’t reply. I simply leaned into her and kissed her again. It retained the same urgency, like sloppy teenagers making out in the back of a car. I liked that. I also liked the feeling of Riley’s nipples digging into my chest. There was an intimacy to this position, and neither of us shied away from it.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” I said.

“It’s your turn,” she said. “I want you to cum. Now. I need to feel it.”

“Talk dirty to me,” I said.

“Naughty boy,” she said. “You want me to tell you about how much Rita and I fucked on that little retreat to Joshua Tree we took with Juliet?”

“Yes,” I said, my breath ragged.

“How we tripped on shrooms and ended up sixty-nining for like an hour?” Riley continued. “While Juliet fucked us both with a strap-on? God, it was insane. We were so high and never stopped fucking.”

“I wish I could have watched that,” I said.

“We wouldn’t want you to just watch, John,” Riley said. “We need that cum and your dick. The real thing is so much better than silicone.”

“I’ll fuck you anytime you want,” I said.

A tingle went up my spine. I knew I couldn’t hold out that much longer. Riley must have sensed it, too, because she pushed one of my buttons.

“Maybe on this next tour you can blast a load in me right before I go on stage,” she said. “Let me go out and perform with you leaking out of me all night.”

“Jesus Christ,” I grunted and lost control.

“Fuck, yes, there it is,” Riley said with a satisfied sigh.

I kept grunting and thrusting, and my orgasm didn’t want to end. My cock kept twitching, filling her pussy to the brim. My cum mixed with her juices made it insanely slick, but I couldn’t stop. Only when my tip became too sensitive did I finally stop. Then we lay there, still, our chests moving nearly in unison.

“That was seriously incredible,” I said.

“Seriously,” Riley agreed.

When I rolled off her, she got up and said she had to pee. I made myself useful and pulled the bottle of Dom out of the ice bucket I had had the good sense to put it in and poured two fresh glasses. When Riley returned from the bathroom, I had it waiting for her. She accepted it and gave me a soft, quick peck on the lips.

“I’m really glad to know you fuck on the first date,” I said.

She laughed.

“My whole body feels like it melted,” she said. “That was hot.”

“Hey, we didn’t check out Jess’s surprise,” I said.

“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed.

We both looked around the room and then found it. There were two small boxes on the dresser, one wrapped in blue paper and one in pink. We figured the blue was mine and the pink Riley’s. So we tore in and opened them. There was a small card inside each box, along with a gift.

“Oh, shit, Jess is amazing,” Riley said, putting her card back inside after reading it.

She held up a necklace. It was a silver microphone, but then Riley unscrewed the top of it. It was a cocaine necklace. The top bulb of the microphone had a small spoon attached, and the inside was hollow.

“This is too cute!” Riley said. “What did you get?”

I held it up. It was a Lelo cock ring. I read from the card.

“John – I want to see if you even get soft you get off wearing this,” I said aloud. “We need more of your cum. All the time. Love, Jess.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that!” Riley said. “Now how about we fill this little coke keeper up?”

Just then, however, an announcement came over the intercom.

“Attention passengers,” came the voice of Captain Spence, which sounded more strained than normal. “We have reached international waters.”

“Looks like you aren’t going to be putting back on any clothes,” I said, scanning Riley’s naked body up and down.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she said. “I’m already craving more of you.”

She had made her way to the cocaine setup on one of the night stands. Jess’s coke necklace gift also included a small funnel and spoon to fill it.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I said.

“Good,” Riley said as she scooped blow into her new toy. “I’m going to need to bump up here. I don’t want to risk getting tired.”

“Do that, and I might just take you again right now,” I said.

“You’re such a perv,” Riley teased as she screwed the top back onto the microphone necklace.

“That works to your benefit,” I said flirtatiously.

“I love it,” she said with a chuckle as she quickly picked up a bump of coke on her left pinkie, snorted it, and then did a second. “You want some?”

“Yeah,” I said.

I took the bumps from her nail, and I kissed her. My cock pressed against her thigh.

“Down boy,” she said. “Just for right now.”

“It’s going to be a long weekend,” I said. “Let’s go check in on the others.”

We descended back to the main deck aft sun lounge, where we were almost the second-to-last to appear. But we weren’t the only ones who looked freshly fucked. Rita and Juliet sat on one of the couches with their legs intertwined, sharing a joint. Across from them, Alix and Jason did the same. Stephanie and Melanie, Bianka and Petey, and Crystal and Chris were at the bar, pouring drinks. Jess and Captain Spence made out near the yacht’s railing. Katie and Henry were over by the bar, but they were cutting up lines of coke and helping themselves to plenty as they went. I noticed Jess, Rita, and Katie all wore their diamond name necklaces I had left for them. It made me smile, and they looked good.

A few minutes later, Kat and Ryan finally appeared. Her hair was a mess. He was sweating. She wore her necklace, too, and smiled guiltily at me. There were obvious streaks of cum rolling down her thighs. And then I noticed it. It must have been Jess’s gift to her. It was another necklace on a gold chain, which was attached to nipples clamps. In script, the necklace read, “Kitty Kat.” It looked incredible on her.