Traffic Girl - Jess Ch. 15

Author's Note: Some days, you wait for the dawn but have forgotten how hard the morning can be. What lies ahead may be nothing but a painful day. After such a high, can Jess and John sustain it? Thanks for your time, most of all readers, and your feedback and votes.

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The all-night orgy with Marco, Jess, and her agency girls was a high watermark for debauchery. Afterward, work for both Jess and me picked up. She pushed hard on her escort business. Over the next three months, her client base grew from six to twenty. She had added one new girl, a real estate agent who was a friend and Brittany and shared her passion for fitness and rough, kinky sex. Jess was taking appointments almost every day. Cash was piling up, but she didn't want to give up her part-time gig at Dr. Vivianno's office. I didn't push her on it, though, because I was consumed with two major projects of my own. First, I was winding down my career. Next week, my last big bonus payment from the Jonathan Summers hedge fund deal would come through, and I'd retire. Second, we had narrowed our house search down to three choices.

Something larger lurked in the background. Kat had passed her third wedding anniversary with James. She was entitled to twenty percent of their community estate now. Sure, his family had walled off a great deal of their wealth to protect it, but she and James still shared fairly substantial assets. The endgame of Kat's marriage would be messy and, likely, protracted, I assumed. She was paranoid that James was having her followed by a PI, so we had paused our usual trysts for the past two months. That coincided with Kat insisting that she and James attend marriage counseling. We confined our communication to an encrypted app, which Kat downloaded and then deleted twice a day.

On my end, I knew Kat was right to be paranoid about being followed. Because I had hired a PI to keep tabs on her and James. I wanted to know how dirty he was going to play in the divorce. What surprised me is that it appeared he genuinely didn't see what was playing out in front of him. Neither did his family. It readily became apparent that he kept his growing marital discord secret from his parents. He worked a lot, but he disappeared from the banker happy hour scene I had cultivated before their marriage.

And the PI found out why. James had developed a decent pill habit. When the Oxycontin became harder to get, he turned to Vicodin. He was nodding off more days than not, and it really had him divorced from reality. My hope is that it would soon have him divorced from Kat, too. Maybe my assumption of a messy breakup would be wrong.

This multitude of thoughts had passed through my head as I drove home from the office and trudged back to my apartment. I had pulled what I was confident would be my last ever all-nighter at work. Instead of pushing through the day at the office, I decided to come home for a quick shower and change of clothes. Maybe even a quickie with Jess, if I could muster the energy. Our schedules had been polar opposites the past few days.

As I approached the door, I froze. I was sure I had heard something. My head was heavy and tired, so I questioned myself and looked around to see what it might have been. I held my breath but raised my key. Then I heard it again and stopped.

I knew Jess's sexual moans by heart. And they were coming through the door loudly and distinctly. My heart pounded. I reminded myself to breathe.

Then I heard her cry out, "I'm a cheating whore!"

There was a smack of flesh.

"I'm your cheating whore, sir!" she cried.

I closed my eyes and took five long deep breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth. Maybe I had figured this was a possibility. Maybe I should have known it was inevitable. The reality was that my girlfriend was a prostitute with a coke habit. Still, it was difficult to know what to do when presented with the moment, expected or not.

Flight wasn't an option, so the only course of action was to open the door. It was the only choice. So I did. Not in dramatic fashion. I didn't scream, "Gotcha!" I just opened the door like I normally would, perhaps a bit more quietly. I wanted to take in as much as I could before my presence was known. It would be the only chance I'd have to see what was happening in an honest state, before excuses and lies started flowing.

Jess was kneeling on the couch, facing the wall against which it sat. She was dwarfed and almost completely obscured by a very tall, extremely muscular man whose toned ass was pistoning back and forth in a blur while he pummeled my girlfriend's cunt. He had a hand raised above its head, and I watched it crash down against her ass with a thwack. Jess's familiar moans were deep, betraying the pleasure gripping her body.

I saw a mirror on the coffee table with lines of cocaine, and judging by the residue left behind, they had been doing quite a bit of blow.

"Johnny! Oh god, Johnny!" Jess screamed. "I'm going to cum again! Don't stop! Please!"

Johnny. Jesus, Jess, I thought to myself. That forced me to break their erotic bubble. I wasn't ashamed. I did it in cliche fashion. I coughed. Her paramour didn't flinch, but Jess turned her head. Her face went white and her body slipped forward. I heard her whisper, "Oh, shit."

Only then did the faceless Johnny turn around. And I realized who was fucking my girlfriend. It was Johnny Burris, the University of Houston quarterback who became a hometown legend by leading the Houston pro football team back to the playoffs for the first time in five years during his rookie season last year.

"Babe, I thought you weren't coming home until tonight," Jess said. Well, at least she hadn't said it wasn't what it looked like.

"Hey man," Johnny said, a picture of poise and confidence even when caught in flagrante delicto. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I mean, I guess that's not totally true. But, we were just having some fun."

"It certainly seemed like it," I said. I was boiling inside but outwardly calm. I had to control my rage.

"Look, I'll just take off," Johnny said, already buttoning his pants. "Jess, I'll see you later." He carried his shoes and shirt and brushed past me to exit.

The door closed, and I just stared at Jess, who sat on the couch naked.

"Baby, did you see who that was?" she said, taking a tone that implied his identity justified it. "And you know how wet football players make me."

"That's the coke talking, Jess," I said sternly. "How long has this been going on?"

"Just since the end of the season," she said nonchalantly. So, only a couple of weeks. "One of my old sorority sisters asked if I wanted to meet him. Her little brother played with him at UH."

"I don't care, Jess," I said, emphasizing my use of her name because I knew it annoyed her.

"He was super flirty," she said. "You were traveling. I used your move on him, too. I asked if he wanted to come to my place to party." She smirked. She was really high.

"Our place," I corrected her.

"He was super into doing coke off me," she said, ignoring me. "And that dick! My god! He's so polite and thoughtful, but then he turns into this animal on coke with that huge dick. I need to submit to a jock like that. It's in my blood."

"It's not that you fucked him, Jess," I said.

"Jess, Jess, Jess," she said, now standing up and sauntering over to me, hips sashaying. "I fuck five or more guys a week for money. How could I possibly pass up the tastiest treat in town?"

"Because I didn't know about it," I said. "Are we really back here again? All I've asked is for you to be honest with me. Have I denied you anything? No! I've just demanded honesty!"

"Come on, baby," Jess said, dropping a hand to my crotch. "You just said yourself that you wouldn't have said no. There really is no difference."

"I don't know how I could have been clearer," I said. I was angry. It wasn't the sex. I didn't care about it. It was our history, which made honesty and transparency essential.

"Let me make it up to you, baby," she said, working my cock over my pants. "I'm so fucking horny still. I can't believe you sent him away. I hadn't even taken him in my ass yet."

Something snapped in me. I took Jess by the neck and pushed her up against the wall.

"Yes, baby!" she gasped. "Give it to me rough! Fucking punish me for being a cheating slut. You should be merciless! That's how I need it!"

I took off my belt dramatically and pushed Jess forcefully to the sofa, shoving her over the arm. I folded the belt in half and cracked it across her ass, which still had imprints from Johnny Burris's hand on it.

"Ow!" she screamed. "Oh, you fucker! More! Give me more!"

I spanked her twice more with the belt.

"Oh, Jesus!" she continued. "Why haven't you done this before? Harder!"

I raised the belt high and brought it down.

"Yes! Yes!" she shouted as it cracked on her flesh. It left distinct, bright crimson lines across her cheeks.

I dropped the belt and pulled my pants down, leaving them around my ankles and was surprised how hard being so rough with Jess had made me. I spread her ass open and shoved my cock into her puckered hole with genuine indifference. I fucked her ass like it was her cunt. It was dry, and the friction was intense.

"You fucker," Jess said. "If I knew it would make you fuck me like this, I would have cheated on you sooner."

"Shut the fuck up, slut," I said and jerked her back to me by her hair. "Just shut up."

I put both hands firmly around her neck, choking her so tightly she couldn't talk. I pushed and pulled on her neck to fuck her ass with an anger I had never felt before. Jess gagged and spit a little but never stopped pushing her hips back to meet each stroke. My cum boiled up quickly, and I shot ropes into her bowels. After cumming, I let go of her neck.

"Baby! Baby! Fuck! Don't stop! I'm going to cum!" she screamed. "Fuck, you always fuck me the best!"

And immediately I pulled out. I tucked in my shirt, pulled up my pants and had started to replace my belt when Jess realized what happened.

"John!" she said. "I'm so close!" She turned her head to look at me. I refused to meet her eyes.

"I'm going to stay at a hotel," I said. "You can have a couple of days to get your shit out of here. But I want you gone."

I didn't bother to clean up or take anything with me. I left Jess naked on the couch, walked out the front door, and didn't look back. Not even when I heard her sobs.