Traffic Girl - Jess Ch. 14

Author's Note: The debauchery goes up several notches here. How far down this path can Jess and John go? Maybe they're already too far gone to come back? Thanks for reading, your feedback, and your votes.

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"I miss you so much, daddy," Kat said over the phone.

"I miss you, too, Kitty Kat," I said.

"Don't have too much fun tonight," she said.

"I'm not sure that is ever possible," I told her. "Certainly not without you."

"I can't wait for Tuesday," she said.

"Me, either," I said.

"Our plan is coming together," she said.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you, too," Kat said and hung up.

As I put down my phone, Jess appeared in the bedroom doorway.

"How do I look?" she asked.

I paused and stared. "You absolutely take my breath away, baby," I said. Her outfit consisted of two pieces. The top was little more than a low-cut, midriff-revealing white cotton shirt with long sleeves. Her belly piercing and flat stomach were on display, leading to a mid-thigh skirt made of the flimsiest white fabric that almost looked like tissue paper.

"This is going to be so fun," she said. We kissed, and I could taste cocaine.

"Getting a head start, huh?" I said.

"It's my no-limit night this month," she said with a smile.

"I like the ratio we're going to have," I grinned. "I like my odds with four girls and only two guys."

"No rules is the only rule," she said.

A month into launching her small escort agency, Jess hosted a party at our place for her three other girls, Dr. Vivianno, and me. She wanted to thank everyone for having made her business a stunning success from the start, but it was also a great excuse to have a no-holds-barred party. I prepared some small bites. We had magnums of Dom Perignon. And, of course, there was the snowy mountain of cocaine -- for tonight, an obscene amount, far more than four people could do and possibly survive. Jess wanted to give the impression of decadence. Of course, that was also the reality.

"Won't it be boring not having a new guy to fuck tonight?" I asked, teasing.

"Baby," Jess said and gave a warm smile, "I'm in a service business. You and Dr. V are my biggest supporters. This night is about celebrating the business and the people who have made it happen. My girls and I? We're your harem, too. This is about showing that appreciation. And getting super fucked up."

"I'm excited to meet Dr. V," I said. He would be arriving thirty minutes before the girls so we could have our long-awaited introduction.

"Well, that's good," Jess said, "because he just texted that he's here. I'm going to bring him up."

I paced anxiously for a few minutes. When five minutes passed, I wondered what could be taking so long. I snorted a couple short lines, figuring I might as well get the party started, too. Once ten minutes had passed, Jess and Dr. Marco Vivianno finally walked in the door.

"Sorry that took so long!" Jess said over-apologetically. "He had to wait for a parking space!"

The flush around Jess's neck told me something else was up, but I ignored it because, well, we all knew what was going to be occurring that evening.

"Marco," Vivianno said and shook my hand.

"John," I said. "It's a pleasure."

It wasn't hard to see what the girls saw in Vivianno. He had the soft hands of a surgeon, and the exotic good looks that certainly made it easy to understand why women were attracted to him. He was an inch or so shorter than I was, and was also immaculately groomed and particularly well-dressed. He exuded charm and charisma. In short, he made a great impression, retaining the European polish of his years growing up in Italy before coming to the United States as a boy.

"Let me get you a drink," I offered.

"I never say no to a drink," he said.

The conversation was natural, and Marco was pleasant and full of good feelings. I felt an odd kinship with him because I sensed he was, in many ways, like me. He just wanted to have a good time, and he didn't mind going against societal conventions to indulge it. It was hard for me to argue against his worldview, since I shared so much of it.

When he got up to sample the cocaine, Jess sat on my lap and gave me a kiss.

"Thanks for being so polite to Dr. V," she said.

I kissed her. "I like him," I said.

We heard the loud inhale as Marco inhaled two huge lines of coke. Jess had not undersold the doctor's ability to party. He poured a second glass of Champagne.

"Is this from Alix?" he asked about the cocaine.

Jess shook her head. "We actually have a really nice source of our own," she said with pride. She wanted to impress him.

"It's fantastic," he said. "Very generous of you."

"John, Jess tells me you two are house shopping," he said.

"We are," I replied. "It seems like we're entering the market at a good time for buyers, at least at the high end."

"You should look in the Villages," he suggested. "That's where I am. It's wonderfully secluded and intensely private. You might like it."

"It's funny you mention that," I said. "That's where we've been looking the most. I love it."

"Well, it would be wonderful to be neighbors!" he said and raised a glass to me in toast.

We had an easy conversation for several more minutes, and I did take a genuine liking to Marco. He was worldly and hedonistic -- even more like me than my initial impression had betrayed. If we set aside any jealousy that might creep up if we got into competition over women, I figured we would likely become good friends. Jealousy wasn't my thing anyway.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door, and when I opened it, I was greeted by three visions of pure sexuality. Gloria, Alix, and Brittany stood before me, each wearing a different color of the same outfit. It was a sparkling glitter dress, with a loose, plunging neckline that revealed ample side boob. They were backless and very short, yet still had slits up the side. These were dresses that clung to every curve and made underwear of any kind an impossibility.

Gloria, in a gold dress, entered first and gave me an open-mouth kiss. Her hard tits pressed against my chest.

"I'm so ready to play," she said hungrily.

Alix, in rose gold, and Brittany, in silver, followed suit. Each gave me a passionate kiss upon entry. My senses were on overload. I was ready to put forth a heroic performance.

The girls went straight for the cocaine, while I poured them glasses of Champagne. I couldn't help but notice how handsy Marco had gotten with Jess already. I also couldn't help but notice how receptive Jess was to his advances. That was a short-lived distraction, however, as my attention turned to Brittany as she bent over to snort her lines. The dress rode up so high, I could see the rounded bottom of her ass cheeks. I reminded myself that tonight was about carnal and hedonistic indulgence. Nothing less.

As Brittany stood up and rubbed her nostrils to maximize the coke's ability to dissolve in her sinuses, I walked up behind her and cupped her firm ass underneath her dress. She happily ground her ass into me and said, "Thanks for hosting us, John." I smiled as I noticed again the Bible passage tattooed on her rib cage, which I had first seen at her "tryout" fuck a few weeks previously. I laughed inwardly.

Jess and Marco greeted the girls, too. Alix and Gloria helped themselves to two lines each, then Jess expertly cut another dozen in just a few minutes as everyone mingled and enjoyed their Champagne. She and Marco greedily snorted up four lines each. Party mode Jess, despite its potential pitfalls, remained one of my favorite things in the world to witness. I helped myself to two more lines, then heard Jess clink a knife against her Champagne glass.

"Hey everyone!" she shouted. We had faint music playing in the background. "I just wanted to say a couple words before we all get lost in the real fun for the evening." She spoke fast, the cocaine dictating her pace. "This has been a whirlwind few weeks as we've started out the agency, and I wanted to thank each of you for the invaluable role you've played for making it a success already.

"Dr. V? I couldn't ask for a better mentor or investor. The support you've given is the main reason we got this off the ground. And, of course, my love, John, your tireless, non-judgmental support keeps me going every day. My girls, Alix, Brittany, and Gloria? I know this is a crazy adventure, but I hope that you find it brings you and our clients infinite pleasure and infinite possibilities. So I've got for each of you a little present, as a reminder, that our agency and the work we do in it is in service of that service for the limitless, for the infinite."

Jess produced five Tiffany boxes. For the three girls, they contained a sterling silver and diamond necklace of an infinity symbol. For Marco and me, they were infinity symbol cufflinks. It was a nice touch. I clapped happily and cheered her on. She hadn't shared the agency name and logo she had chosen; she wanted it to be a surprise. I was impressed.

The girls appeared genuinely happy, and the party heated up from the time we all toasted to the fortunes of the agency. Alix, in particular, hit the coke hard, and her dress came off first. She demanded to know why anyone would do cocaine off of anything other than her body. She insisted everyone snort a line off her tits.

Marco moved among the girls with familiar ease. His hands were always exploring one of them, and it seemed shockingly natural. It made me want to be a fly on the wall in his office one day. I spent a good bit of time catching up with Gloria, who I hadn't seen in several weeks because our schedules had been so busy.

"How's Brian?" I asked, referring to her husband.

"I put him in a cock cage tonight," she said with a grin. "He is really turned on by me becoming a hooker."

"You're a natural," I said.

"It's not like I haven't fucked for money from time to time," she said with a smile, her lips puffy from a recent injection.

"How are you liking it?" I asked.

"It's amazing so far," she said. "There aren't that many guys, but they're hot, and they party, and they know how to fuck."

"Perfect for a slut like you," I said.

"The money is so nice, too," she said. "I think Jess hit on the perfect idea with the perfect group of people at the perfect time. We are all so ripe for it."

I cupped one of Gloria's tits. "Ripe indeed," I said.

"Brian wants me to come home really used," she said.

"I'm guessing that won't be a problem," I said. "And I didn't realize how often you were probably coming home from work used by Dr. V."

Her eyes were wide. "His dick is such a monster," she said. "I'm finally getting used to taking it in my cunt." She laughed. "The dude is a dirty fucker."

"I've missed playing with you," I said. I brought my lips closer to hers.

"You know you're my favorite," she said. She kissed me lightly and flicked her tongue against mine. "Your cock fits in my ass so perfectly."

"Let me do a bump off your tits," I said.

"Only if I can do a line off your dick," she said. She immediately pulled down the top of her dress, wriggling it past her hips and letting it fall in a heap on the floor.

I scooped a small pillow of coke onto each of Gloria's large tits. The hard mounds were capped by warm brown areolas and erect nipples. I pinched them as I snorted the coke, then licked off the excess and sucked her nipples. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the still-naked Alix sitting on Marco's lap, kissing him, while Jess and Brittany sat on either side, their hands in his lap, exchanging stories about appointments they had had during the week.

"My turn," Gloria said, sinking to her knees to unzip my pants.

"Baby, why don't you just get comfortable," Jess said from across the room. "We all want a piece of that dick soon anyway!"

I complied, stripping and leaving my clothes on the floor next to Gloria's dress. She returned to her knees, this time stroking my cock to keep it hard as she guided a small spoon across the length of my shaft, sprinkling it with cocaine. She snorted hard, inhaling as many of the crystals as possible, then, without missing a beat, took my cock all the way down her throat to get the rest.

Jess locked eyes with me and smiled. She was high and happy. "I want to do a line off a dick," she said boldly, "but one of them is occupied. Dr. V, are you up for it?"

From that point forward, clothes weren't in the equation at this party. As Gloria slobbered expertly on my cock, I watched Alix and Brittany undress Marco. Jess stood over the cocaine, packing a healthy amount into a vial. She paused and kissed me as she returned to Marco.

"Wait for it," she said, eyes full of mischief.

Brittany moaned when they finally stripped off his briefs. "I never get tired of seeing this," she said. Even flaccid, the massive cock that dangled between Marco's legs dwarfed her forearm. This is what they meant by "big swinging dick."

Brittany stroked it, while Alix cupped his equally impressive balls.

"I want to suck it so bad," Alix said.

"Let me do my line, slut," Jess joked. "I don't want my coke sticking to it." She smacked her playfully on the ass.

Jess got on her knees, and seeing Marco's member in front of her face really gave me a sense of the scale of his cock. He knew it, too. He saw me watching him and said, "It's impressive, right?"

I could only nod my head and laugh, as I put my hands gently on the back of Gloria's head as she continued to slurp on my cock.

Marco wasn't fully hard, it appeared, as Jess emptied the full contents of the vial onto his shaft. I couldn't believe she was able to take the entire monster up her asshole. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised me, given how easily Jess snorted the massive line off of his cock. She split it in two, taking half up each nostril. Then she did what I knew was coming. She opened her mouth and worked him into her throat.

"Jesus, you slut," Alix said, "you can really do it."

Jess had bottomed out, her nose tickling the short, well-groomed pubic hair at the base of Marco's shaft. She really could deep throat him. Her eyes bulged wide. She pulled off and spit

"This is why I'm the boss of you whores," Jess said. Her sarcasm was running full-throttle.

Alix made out with Marco as Jess put on a blowjob clinic. It was something awe-inspiring. Brittany walked over to the coke but stopped to kiss me on the way. Her body was taut and athletic.

"I want you in my ass tonight," she said. "That was the only thing missing from my tryout. And I haven't had any anal sessions yet. I want to be fucked like a real whore."

"Nothing would make me happier," I said. Gloria never stopped her enthusiastic assault with her mouth.

Brittany cut herself two generous lines of blow and snorted them. As she did so, Alix got in line to hit the party favors next. I kissed her, too. The parade of tits and ass that surrounded me made my head spin. Alix took her turn, rubbing her gums with the remnants of two healthy lines. Meanwhile, Brittany had joined Gloria on her knees in front of me and sucked my balls.

Alix tapped Jess on the shoulder. "Slut, give someone else a chance with that dick!" she said. In a few moments, Jess agreed. Standing up, seemingly drunk on cock. Her eyes watered. She stumbled past me and hit more lines. The girls' appetite for cocaine was stupefying.

Jess kissed me. "Can you believe I can take all of it?" she said. I kissed her back with fervor. It turned me on watching her with Marco.

"Wait until you see it in my ass," she said.

Alix was making a noble attempt at blowing Marco. Jess returned and, to my surprise, kneeled behind him and began rimming his ass. She buried her face in him, and he reached behind and pulled her head even deeper into his ass.

"That's my dirty little ass-eating bitch," he said. His dominance was polished.

Brittany and Gloria shared my cock now. Their tongues intertwined and worked overtime on my shaft.

Gloria stood up. She nibbled my ear and said, "You didn't know how wild I really got, papi." She sometimes took on Spanish affectations when she was really horny and fucked up, something her husband enjoyed a lot. She put a bump of coke on her fingernail and fed it to me, then repeated the process. As she cut her own lines, I looked at Brittany's big, brown eyes staring up at me as her full lips stretched around my cock. She was extremely skilled. My cock was supremely hard as I watched Jess continue to eat Marco's ass with determination. The submission she showed to him was striking.

I heard Gloria's aggressive inhale and tried to focus on Brittany's talented mouth. It was a challenge because Alix stood up and said, "Dr. V, my cunt needs that dick so bad. Fuck me! Fuck me, please!"

"Jess, get me a refill," Marco said, utterly self-assured.

Jess immediately stood up, refilled his glass, and also brought him two lines of cocaine on a small mirror. As Alix bent over, resting her arms on the seat of a nearby chair, Jess held up the mirror so Marco could snort the coke. He did it as easily as if he had blown the seeds from a dandelion. Jess then sloppily attacked his mouth, but he pushed her aside momentarily. He lined his baseball bat of a cock up behind Alix and pushed in deeply into her waiting cunt.

"Oh, motherfucker!" she screamed, piercing through the music and assorted sounds of the party. "Fucking get that dick all the way in me. Right now!" Her demand was serious, and Marco obliged.

"Take it, you tight cunt," he growled. "Christ, I can't believe I haven't stretched you out by now!" I had fucked Alix a few times since her initial test run with me. It never ceased to amaze me how improbably tight her pussy was. Yet here she was, taking a foot of cock without even batting an eye. She was relishing it.

On my side of the room, Gloria was content to kiss my neck and make out, whispering filthy things in my ear while Brittany worked my cock with her talented mouth.

"I've seen Jess take him in her ass," she said. "Dr. V likes when people watch. He knows how gifted he is. This week I watched him fuck her ass. He does it every week. But this week? He made me suck his dick after he came in her ass. I felt so dirty. You didn't know I was this dirty, did you, papi?"

I felt light-headed. The sensory overload was nearly overwhelming. I didn't know what, if any, of this was true, what was just the sexy moment, or how much was just the drugs and alcohol.

"He likes to cum on my tits," Gloria continued, playing with her nipples. "My big, fake titties. He shoots so much cum, baby. It coats me all over, but he doesn't let me wash it off until I go home. He likes when I smell like his cum all day."

"Jesus," was all I could muster in response. My eyes were locked on Jess, who was urging on Marco, kissing him, and whispering in his ear. He pummeled Alix, who had launched into a string of manic, high-pitched orgasms that I thought might shake the walls.

"Why don't you give Brittany that big load of cum, papi," Gloria said. "Let us show you what we have planned for you. Then we can do some more coke and show you just how dirty we can be together."

I was getting close, and I liked her dirty talk egging me on. "How dirty can you be?" I asked.

"After you cum in her mouth," she said, "we're going to make out and swap it. You know I'm greedy about wanting your cum. Then you two are going to use me as a coke table until you are ready to fuck Brittany in the ass. And when you're fucking her hot little asshole? I'll be kneeling right next to her whenever you want to pull out and put your dick in my mouth."

I groaned. This was absolutely fucking filthy. Alix was unabated in her seemingly continuous orgasm. Jess still fawned over Marco.

"And then when you cum?" Gloria said. "I'm going to eat every bit out of her slutty ass. Cum, baby, so we can get the real fun started."