Traffic Girl - Juliet Ch. 01

Author's Note: Welcome to Book Five! There is a whole new world facing our foursome, and, yes, there is still plenty of fun to come. It's hard to believe that this journey started 14 months and almost 700,000 words ago. I feel like we're going as strongly as ever. There's obviously a new twist here, and I feel like I need to address that up front. The kids aren't going to be a part of the story. What we'll see here are snippets of life that is, for the most part, outside of the core four's new life as parents. Above all, this is fantasy. I want these characters to have their cake and eat it, too, so they'll be responsible but also be wild. If this isn't your cup of tea, there are many wonderful stories here to read and take pleasure in. Please enjoy this new adventure!

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"I've finally realized what it is that I missed most." The words came in a slow, satisfied tone. "There's this moment just as you cum where your cock jerks, and it makes that first spurt hit just right. There's just this blast of warmth that I can feel absolutely in my core."

"I think that's just because your pussy is so tight," I said.

"I kind of like to think it's because you fit inside me so nicely."

Juliet sat up and smiled at me. Her hair was wild from our romp. Wednesday lunch had become our time. For a couple hours, the busy world around us stopped. She had no interviews. No photo shoots. No scripts to review. I put my phone on do-not-disturb, available only if Kat, Jess, Rita, or Melanie, our nanny, called. We always met at Kelly's guest house, away from any prying eyes or paparazzi. And after catching up over Champagne and sometimes spiking it with a little marijuana or cocaine, we would fuck. It was always urgent, needy, and intimate. Our connection had grown in the four months since our family had decamped to Los Angeles temporarily. The change of scenery had been good. It allowed us to indulge the desire for adventure without getting too crazy.

"Are you coming to dinner Friday?" I asked Juliet as she pulled her thong and yoga pants back on.

"Of course," she said. "I would hate to ever miss it. I found some fun little presents for Johnny and Katie."

"You spoil them," I said.

"Every kid needs an Aunt Juliet like me," she said and flashed that unmatched movie star smile.

"An Oscar-nominated one, you mean?" I said playfully.

The awards announcement had come out only two days before. Peter's final film, a moving and funny coming-of-age story, had exceeded even blockbuster expectations. Stephen and Petey had finally settled on the title "Homecoming." It was objectively cheesy in name, but the undercurrent of humor that ran throughout the film made it come across as wry. The simple truth was that the title didn't matter. It was a warm, funny, touching movie that had rightfully swept its way to thirteen Oscar nominations, including for Juliet and Stephen in the best actor categories. My personal interests lay, of course, in the box office figures, which kept climbing even now, nearly three months after its release. We were at three-quarters-of-a-billion and counting. That put my back end at more than twenty million dollars. There was so much buzz around Petey's company now, having four more movies in the pipeline for release this year looked like a genius move.

"It's just nice to be nominated," Juliet deadpanned. "To be mentioned in the same sentence as all these talented actors is the greatest honor of my career."

"I'm glad to see your publicist already had you memorize the platitude!" I said.

Juliet wanted to win. She wanted to be the best, and she wanted the recognition. Credit was important to her, but she also felt like her career was peaking. One of the two movies she had shot in the second half of last year she knew would be a sure-fire hit, keeping her in the public eye and on the A-list. Her rare drive and determination had manifested itself. She wanted it. She wanted it all.

"I'll see you Friday, babe," Juliet said.

"It might be a little more fun than the usual Friday dinner," I said.

"Oh, do tell!" she said.

"Nope," I said, making a zipper-motion across my lips. "The girls swore me to secrecy. So I have to keep my word. It's our turn to give you a surprise or two."

Juliet rolled her eyes.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," I said.

It wasn't the same kind of love I had with Kat, Jess, and Rita. It was, as I had come to call it, Hollywood love. Simply fitting into Juliet's schedule was a triumph. I had learned there were different rules in this game. Since the premier of Homecoming, Stephen and Juliet officially were still an item. They had walked the red carpet together as a couple. They were mega-star darlings. I suppose it was complicated, but that was nothing new to me. My entire life was unconventional. It was just fine to have Juliet fit into our lives -- and she fit in very well -- when her schedule allowed.

With a hop in my step, I left Kelly's in Beverly Hills and sped through the curvy roads up to Laurel Canyon, where we had signed a six-month lease on a rental house. Well, technically the LLC that masqueraded for Infinity leased the house. It was a gorgeous, 4,000-square-foot, five-bedroom home tucked into the side of a hill with a direct view of the Hollywood sign. Modern and sleek, it might not have been the best place for kids, but they weren't crawling yet anyway.

I loved the drive and took the scenic route, cruising up the Sunset Strip to Laurel Canyon Boulevard before cutting back on Wonderland Avenue to the house. I loved it because my new Porsche Turbo S was so fucking much fun to drive, especially on the litany of switchback curves. When I got home, I found it shockingly quiet. There was the hum of white noise coming through the baby monitors, but I didn't see anyone. I heard a voice coming from the family room and found Kat there on a yoga mat, in downward facing dog, with her ass toward me.

"Now that is a sight to come home to," I said.

"Daddy!" Kat said and stood up. She skipped toward me and embraced me in a kiss. "I missed you."

"Where are the girls?" I asked.

"Kat and Rita went to the tennis club. Melanie had a couple errands to run," Kat said. "And the kids are napping."

"Wow," I said, "no wonder it's so quiet."

Kat bit her lower lip and looked up at me.

"How was Juliet?" she asked.

"Good," I said. "Really good. Happy and nervous about the nomination all at once, I think."

"Can I taste her on you?" she asked and dropped to her knees.

"Fuck, you have been so horny lately," I said as my shorts dropped around my ankles.

"We all are," Kat said as she flicked her tongue lightly across the tip of my cock. "And we are so, so looking forward to Friday."

"God, so am I," I groaned as Kat took me all the way in her mouth.

"I love tasting Juliet off your dick," Kat said when she broke free. "But I really can't wait to be with her again."

"Friday is going to be so special," I said.

Kat responded only with a grunt. She was intent now. She wanted my cum. Apart from pulling off briefly to spit on my shaft and order me to pull her hair, she bobbed up and down on my cock until my hips jerked. She cupped my balls, massaging them, and coaxed a healthy load of cum into her mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the loving, familiar feeling of Kat. Jesus, she was amazing, I said to myself. She had a singular way of getting me off.

As she pulled my shorts back up, tucking my cock lovingly back into the fabric, Kat smiled and licked her lips.

"Your cum is my favorite drink," she said flatly.

"I don't care how many times I've cum," I said, my breath still recovering. "You can always get me off. Fuck, Kitty Kat, the things you do to me!"

"Well, guess what, daddy?" she said, her eyes shimmering. "I finished pumping just before you got here. I've got enough milk to make it to the six-month mark. So you know what that means?"

"Oh, shit, really?" I said.

"Do you want to go smoke with me to celebrate?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"No more breastfeeding?" I said in disbelief.

"Not until we have another baby," Kat said, sticking her tongue out at me playfully.

"Fuck, let's go smoke," I said.

Kat clapped her hands gleefully, and we went out on the terrace. She had already set up a bong, lighter, and generous container of beautiful Granddaddy Purple buds. I packed the bowl full and handed the bong to Kat. She was smiling with pure satisfaction. She sparked the lighter and held the flame to the marijuana. Her lips wrapped around the glass opening, and she drew in a heavy hit of smoke. As it filled her lungs, she leaned back in her chair with a happy gasp as she held it in. Kat passed me the bong with a closed-lipped smile. We had smoked weed occasionally since the babies were born. But Kat and Rita would only do it if they had at least a week's supply of breast milk in the freezer.

I took a long rip off the bong and looked at Kat. She blew a cloud of smoke out at me.

"I am so looking forward to partying again," she said. The wind blew her hair, making it look like she was on set in a music video. "I have been craving."

"You haven't been a wild Kitty Kat in a long time," I noted.

"It's really been eighteen months, daddy," she said, pressing the weed in the bowl with the bottom of the lighter.. "I've been Good Kat. Don't get me wrong. I like being your Good Kat. But you know I have a wild streak in me."

"I want you to know you're an amazing mom, my love," I said as she hit the bong again. "But it's also okay if you have some fun, too."

"Life is so perfect," she said, exhaling. "This will only make it even better."

As I packed a second bowl, Jess and Rita returned. They were sweaty and happy after a couple hours of tennis.

"Oh, can I get some of that?" Jess asked.

"Of course, darling," I said, passing the bong and lighter to her.

She immediately grabbed it and toked up. Her sunglasses tumbled off the top of her visor and fell into my lap. Rita walked over and picked them up, her hand lingering on my crotch longer than necessary.

"Hi, baby," she said and kissed me. Her lips were salty from sweat.

"Rita, do you want some?" Jess asked, still holding a lungful of smoke.

"I can't," she said with pouty lips. "I need to get two days' more worth of milk out of these tits." She cupped her breasts and laughed. "But I'll finish that by tomorrow for sure, so I'm totally going to be ready for Friday."

"Is Juliet coming?" Jess asked.

"She wouldn't miss it, she said," I told her.

"Yay!" Rita said happily.

"Friday night dinner is so much fun," Kat said. "Can we cook together, daddy?"

"I'd love that, Kitty Kat," I said.

"Let's go to the farmer's market!" Jess suggested.

"And maybe a walk on the beach beforehand?" Rita offered.

"Yes!" Jess agreed.

"I'm going to miss being able to just go to the beach when we leave here," Kat lamented.

"And this view," Rita added.

"What if we didn't have to leave it?" I asked.

"I mean, we have to go home at some point," Kat said.

"I do love our house in Houston," Rita added. "I miss it."

"You have something in mind," Jess observed.

"You think so?" I teased. "What do you guess it is?"

"We haven't found a permanent Hooker House here in LA," Jess said. "The lease here is up around the same time as the temporary one. You want to make this the new Hooker House."

"Nope," I said.

"What is it then?" Kat prodded me.

"Why don't we just keep this house, too?" I said. "We love it. It's perfect. It's beautiful. It suits our needs. There's some redecorating to do, but I have no doubt we can handle that."

"Wait, are you joking?" Rita asked.

I shook my head and flashed a cocky smile.

"Daddy," Kat said, her voice trailing off and then rolling into a stoned giggle.

"You did not," Jess said, her eyes lighting up as she inhaled deeply from the bong.

"Did you?" Rita said.

"I did," I said. "My cut of the Homecoming profits is a lot more than I had forecast. So why not use it on something we would all love?"

"You're serious," Rita said.

"Dead serious," I said.

"Holy shit," Jess said.

"I swear," Kat said, "every time I think we've hit the peak, our life finds a way to get even better."

We all laughed. The girls were over the moon. I stood up as I heard a cry coming from one of the baby monitors. Before I got inside, I turned back. I felt nostalgic. I'd recently been thinking a lot about when Kat and I first met, the event that had put this entire crazy wheel in motion. In our early days together, one of the phrases she used to tease me about our mysterious possibilities together popped into my head.

"It's only going to keep getting better," I said. "We're only at the tip of the iceberg."