Traffic Girl - Juliet Ch. 51

"Wait, what?" Steph asked, confused. "Are you saying you're Mormons?"

"Definitely not Mormons," I said with a laugh. "How about some more Champagne?"

"Sure," both girls said simultaneously.

"I'm intrigued," Rita said, pushing the conversation on. "What uppers?"

"I loved molly, I mean, what raver doesn't," Steph said. "Special K sometimes. I mean, I guess, I went to a big state school, and for several years I sort of did whatever was around, and, well, there was a lot around."

She laughed nervously as I handed her a tall glass of Champagne.

"Okay, well, if we're telling secrets," Rita said. "I'll let you in on one."

Steph flashed her brilliant smile. She liked that Rita was flattering her by letting her in.

"What is it?" she asked.

I stood behind the bar, and the girls had taken seats on the bar stools across from me. Rita pushed forward and leaned in close to Steph. I cracked my own smile as I saw her eyes dart down to check out Steph's chest.

"I do like weed," Rita said, plenty loud for me to hear. "But I'm an upper girl, too."

"Really?" Steph's eyes got wide. It was adorable.

"I like molly, too, and Special K has been fun the couple times I've tried it," Rita continued. "But you would not believe the coke we get. Oh my god. So pure. The best."

"Seriously?" Steph said. I had trouble reading her reaction and whether it was a good or bad shock. She made it clear right away. "That was, like, the designer drug. There were a couple frats that had it around sometimes, but I couldn't ever afford it, so the few times I did it, it was just from guys who shared. It was probably for the best that I didn't have any money because it all would have gone up my nose."

She laughed again, the nervousness creeping in. She was feeling out, too, whether she was over-sharing.

"Let's go find a couple bikinis," Rita said, intentionally pivoting. "I think one of mine will probably fit you. John, be a good boy and guard our drinks, please?"

I just smiled at her, and they disappeared in the direction of our bedroom. I took the glasses, Champagne, and an ice bucket outside by the pool. I sipped on the cold bubbly and waited for Rita and Steph to return. After five minutes, I sparked up a bowl. I really wanted a line, but I also wanted to follow Rita's lead on that with our guest over. Five more minutes later, the bowl cached, Rita reappeared. She wore a beautiful triangle top, thong bottom string bikini in royal blue and walked confidently over to the table where I sat. She picked up her Champagne glass and took a long drink.

"Don't be shy, girl!" she said to Steph, who trailed well behind.

When I saw her, I understood why. Rita, who was slimmer, didn't have a bathing suit big enough for Steph's bombshell curves. So she was stuffed into a similar triangle-shaped top, but her breasts spilled out of it from every angle. She had flawlessly smooth skin, and her deep, luscious ass swallowed the thong bottom into oblivion.

"Oh my god," Steph said, keeping her arms crossed.

"It's nothing John hasn't seen before," Rita teased. "He's a true gentleman. When I tell him to be."

As she walked toward the pool, her arms moved from her chest to behind her, where she tried to cover her ass with her hands. Her tits looked incredible. So good, in fact, the first thing I thought was doing a line off them.

"Steph, you look fantastic," I said, trying to convey an upbeat, non-pervy tone.

"Oh, stop," Steph said and blushed brightly.

"Seriously," I said. "And don't worry. There's no one around to see at all. This is as private as it gets. Make yourself at home, like Rita said."

Rita joined her, but not before she passed in front of me and whispered, "I got her to do a bump upstairs."

I smiled. The girls laid out on fully reclined lounge chairs. I played cabana boy, refilling their Champagne and admiring the buffet of skin that was on display before me. When we finished the bottle, I retrieved another one. And while I did, I snuck a couple bumps of coke for myself. I was highly invested in seeing where this afternoon would go. But it was also just fun, plain and simple. It had been a long time since we just tried to pick someone up. And it made me horny seeing Rita lust after Steph.

Back outside, I refilled the girls' Champagne glasses and lingered to admire the sheen developing on their bodies caused by the sun. I caught their conversation, which was mostly work related.

"I just don't get a chance to get in a rhythm," Steph said. "One week, it's four mornings. Another, it's two plus two evenings. Or an afternoon. Without a consistent schedule, I'm just tired all the time, and I don't want to do anything."

"I did mornings for years, and it was impossible to be up and perky without a little help," Rita said. "Even with the consistent schedule. But they gave me the same hours, so maybe they'll do that now that you're back."

Steph gave a little sigh and took a healthy drink of Champagne.

"This," she said, holding up her glass, "is just what I needed. Thank you. I've gotten in this rut of work and just sitting at home, especially after I hurt my knee. I'm not that much of an introvert, but I just got stuck."

"Well let me -- let us -- help you get out of it!" Rita said. "We are so much fun. You don't even know. This is just the tip of the iceberg."

She shot a quick glance and wry smile in my direction, and I stifled a laugh.

"You're so sweet," Steph said, and she sat up. "This sun is so hot. I should probably get into the shade for a little bit. I'm so pasty white, I'll burn. Need to build up my base coat again!"

"I'm getting a nice buzz," Rita said.

"Me, too," Steph agreed. "But this is so good. Delicious. I'm not sure I can stop."

"You don't have to," Rita said. "Besides, you can always, you know, have a little toot to clear out the fog of the alcohol."

"Oh, god, I shouldn't," Steph said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "But, wow, that was nice. It has probably been three years since I last had blow."

"I'll let you in on a little secret, Steph," Rita said. "John has a really cool job, and it takes incredibly good care of us. Because of that, we all have a lot of free time, so we can do basically whatever we want. And what we want? Is to party. A lot. If you hang out with us, you have no idea how much fun you could have."

"You know, maybe another little bump wouldn't hurt," Steph said tentatively.

Rita smiled and, behind her sunglasses, I knew her eyes were staring at me like laser beams.

"John, would you be a dear and get some goodies for us?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course, my love," I said.

I scurried inside, curious to see how Rita's attempt at escalating would go. I gathered a coke setup and was about to take it out to the pool when Katie came through the front door.

"Oh, daddy, is that for me?" she said, beaming at me. "No more lessons for three days! They said I have to give my voice a chance to rest because I've been coming in a lot. So I'm ready to party!"

"Actually, gorgeous," I said, setting the mirror down and wrapping my arms around Katie's tiny frame, "Rita has a new friend over. The weather girl she was subbing in for. But, of course, help yourself."

I held her for a prolonged moment then kissed her. Her eyes radiated. She was so happy and full of life. She had been all the way back, her normal self, for quite some time, but the singing had brought another level and element to it. It was a joy to see.

"Come on," Katie said, "I'll go say hi then change. I want some sun, too, and I can do my lines with them."

"That's remarkable restraint," I said jokingly.

Katie rolled her pretty, doe-like brown eyes at me. We walked outside, and Rita caught sight of Katie as soon as she heard the door open.

"Oh my god!" she squealed. "You're back!"

"Hey girl," Katie said. "You look so fucking hot!"

They hugged, and Rita pulled Katie by the hand over to Steph.

"Steph, this is Katie," Rita said. "Oh my god, Katie, I was just telling Steph about you! And this is Steph. I've been helping out while she recovered from a knee injury."

Steph stood up, and as she got out of the lounge chair I finally caught a glimpse of her ass unobstructed. The green fabric drowned in the jiggling flesh, and I did a double take thinking about how it would feel to sink my cock between those delicious cheeks. Steph was like a taller Katie, and accordingly and proportionally more voluptuous. I shook the thought, however, because we hadn't determined what, if anything, Steph was up for.

"It's so nice to meet you," Steph said, and I admired her smile. It was superb.

"Come here, I'm a hugger," Katie said. "John has some party favors! I'm going to get into a bikini and come join you! At least save me a little bit of that incredible blow!"

Katie bounced back inside, and Rita approached me.

"You are the best cabana boy ever," she said, flashing me a sweet smile. "Come here, Steph. I could use a minute out of the sun. I'm sweating so much!"

"Let me refill your glasses, miss," I said, playing the cabana boy part to over-the-top perfection.

"Silly boy," Rita said and patted my butt as I walked away.

"Do you wanna do a line this time?" Rita asked Steph.

"Gosh, I really shouldn't," Steph said, biting her lower lip. It was a dead give away that she had made up her mind otherwise. "But I guess one couldn't hurt. I can't get over how good it is. Just that bump had me flying!"

"Here, I'll make them short," Rita said, returning to her skilled command of the carbon fiber card. "One for each side. Just a little energy refresh."

I grabbed the girls' glasses from next to the lounge chairs and brought them under the shaded cover of the porch. I took a circuitous route that conveniently took me around Steph's back side, just as she accepted the glass straw that Rita offered her. She tried to act reluctant, but there was nothing hesitant about the way she attacked the first line. She went after it greedily, and her sumptuous hair flew back dramatically as she threw back her head. Rita busted me for staring at her ass again.

"Good lord," Steph said. "It hardly even burns."

"The other is yours, too," Rita said.

Steph didn't need the suggestion. She was already steadying the straw in her left nostril and vacuumed up the particles. I refilled the glasses and poured one for myself.

"Baby, do you want some?" Rita asked me. "You've been so good, taking care of us."

"Ladies first," I said, nodding at her.

"You are always so sweet," she said and batted her eyes.

Rita helped herself to two much larger lines, and I could see Steph's eyes widen as she watched her before picking up her Champagne glass and shooting back a healthy swig.

"This is the first time in two years in LA that I feel like I live here," Steph said. "At least, based on the reputation the City of Angels has."

Her words were packed with eager excitement and showing just a touch of meandering from the wine.

"That's like the fifth reason you've told me now that we need to hang out more," Rita said, massaging her nose. "I feel like we are becoming fast friends."

"This is so great," Steph said. "Really."

I took a quick turn, sucking up a couple decent bumps from the mirror, finishing just in time to see Katie prance outside. She wore the smallest bikini of all, smiling and bouncing and delicious.

"This sunshine is just what I needed!" she said happily. "And so is this!"

She let her fingers linger against mine as her small, delicate ones reached for the glass straw.

"You've been such a good girl," I said, my eyes narrowing at her. "You deserve to be a little bad."

"A little bad, daddy?" Katie said. "I don't think that's what you want."

I instinctively grasped Katie's full ass as she bent over to feed her favorite recreation, and I realized Steph was staring at me. Or at Katie, whose bikini bottom left essentially nothing to the imagination. Either way, I was busted pawing one of my girlfriends, and I pulled my hands back. I didn't want to push her too hard too fast. This was Rita's show.

"Don't mind him," Rita said with a breezy laugh. "John can't help himself. And why should he?"

"I feel so self-conscious," Steph said, and I caught the distinctive hint of a midwestern accent in her voice. "You are both so pretty."

Katie had heard her and, as her head popped up from the table, she turned around and smiled at our guest.

"Are you kidding?" she said confidently. "You look like a snack. Better than a snack. A full-fledged fucking entrée!"

Rita laughed hysterically, and Steph blushed. The sexual tension was rising.

"Can I get a glass, daddy?" Katie asked, turning to me.

I answered by striding inside and grabbing one, then filling it up. The girls had meandered back to the lounge chairs next to the pool. Their conversation had grown spirited and fast, fueled by the cocaine. I gave Katie her glass and took a drink from my own.

"Do you notice how there's almost no drip?" Katie said. "And it's not bitter."

"My head is spinning," Steph said. "I've never felt a high so, um, it's, like it's so pure. It's hitting me so hard."

"It always hits hard," Rita said. "And perfectly. Katie, I was telling Steph she needs to party with us."

"You do," Katie said. "You can't lock yourself up in a place like LA. There's so much fun to be had here."

"You wouldn't believe the crazy shit we get ourselves into," Rita added.

I heard the doorbell ring, and shot Rita an inquisitive look. She tossed back a knowing smile and glanced toward the door with a nod, her way of asking me to get it. I got up again, drained my glass, and went to greet another visitor.

"Wow, I am so wired!" I heard Steph say ecstatically. "Does anyone want to get in the pool?"

When I got to the door, I shook my head and grinned. Rita was playing with Steph. She was going all out.

"Well this is the best surprise of my whole day," Juliet Lawson said, not waiting for me to invite her in before she broke the threshold of the doorway.

"You have the lock code," I said. "You could have just come in."

"Rita wanted some dramatic effect," Juliet said. "A new friend? What's the score?"

I filled her in on the basics.

"I've never seen Rita chase after someone," I said. "It's kind of hot."

"You lech," Juliet said. "You think this girl is hot. I can see it in your eyes!"

I blushed. Juliet was maybe the only person other than Rita who could make me blush like that.

"Maybe," was all I could spit out.

"You know I love meeting fans," Juliet said, turning sincere and serious. "I'm happy to hang out. Mel went for a jog. I was just watching TV."

"What were you watching?" I asked, just making conversation as we walked toward the patio doors.

Juliet stammered, fumbling for words.

"Oh my god," I said, stopping and touching her on her upper arm. "You were watching one of your own movies, weren't you?"

"No," she said, now flushing herself. "Maybe. I was just, you know, doing some research for Carly's project. I wanted to look at some different facial expressions."

"Nice save," I said, putting a finger under her chin. She smiled up at me. "If I were you? I'd have my own movies on a loop nonstop."

"Shut up," Juliet said flirtatiously. "Come on, we can't keep a fan waiting."

"Super fan," I said. "I think she's a super fan."

"You said weather at KTLA?" Juliet inquired.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Okay," Juliet said and strode into the back yard.

Juliet strode through the patio and made a straight line for Steph's lounge chair.

"Oh my gosh! You're here!" Rita exclaimed and got up to greet Juliet

She ran over to hug her, her tits bouncing phenomenally in her bikini top. Katie craned around and gave Juliet a smile and wave.

"Well, of course!" Juliet said. "When you said my favorite LA weather girl was over, I had to come say hi!"

Steph had turned around, then scrambled to stand up when she saw who was attached to the voice she heard.

"Steph, meet our neighbor!" Rita said. "Juliet Lawson."

"Um, oh my gosh, how do you do," Steph said, wiping her hand along her thigh to dry it from the condensation from her Champagne glass, which was completely ineffective. She extended it out to shake hands but then pulled it back, embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Stephanie. Steph."

Juliet and Rita glanced at each other then at Katie and me. They were loving this.

"Come here," Juliet said. "I'm a hugger!"

Steph was almost paralyzed with surprise. Juliet put on a show.

"I only watch KTLA," Juliet said. "And I keep teasing Rita how she needed to get done with her gig there so you could come back! I watch every time I can!"

"Wow, I mean, thank you," Steph said. "I really don't know what to say."

Juliet was a master.

"I just had to come say hi," Juliet said. "I'm so glad you came over! What are we drinking? Or is this a smoking or a snorting day?"

Steph laughed nervously, and I saw her quickly raise her hand to her nose and wipe, like she might have left some evidence behind.

"I'm kidding," Juliet said. "At John's? It's always all three. It's why I love it here. This is the most fun house in all of Hollywood."

Steph laughed again, and it was obvious she was trying to keep herself from hyperventilating.

"Do you want to join us, Juliet?" Rita said. "It was getting awfully hot in the sun. We were thinking of taking a swim."

"I didn't bring a suit," Juliet said. "I was actually going to wait for Mel to get back from her jog, but a swim would be the perfect way to cool off. Maybe I'll just join you in a glass until then?"

That was my cue. Of course, I already had one full and ready for her.

"Cheers," Juliet said, and Steph hurriedly bent over to retrieve hers from the ground next to her lounge chair. I noticed Juliet checking Steph out with as keen an interest as I did.

"Cheers," Steph said, and we all joined.

We adjourned to the patio and its welcoming shade. The ceiling fan provided an extra breeze that was unnecessary but welcome. Steph finally found her footing, in part because Rita, Katie, and Juliet were all just so welcoming and easy in their conversation. The Champagne flowed, and Katie and I went inside to get some fruit and other light bites as the afternoon slid by. The mirror went around the table once, twice, three times. Katie was flying on the coke and flirting with me nonstop. She sat on my lap and kept teasing my cock with her hands and ample ass cleavage.

Juliet had skipped the blow the first time around but happily accepted it on the second pass, after she had seen Steph indulge again.

"Hollywood uses coffee and cocaine interchangeably, I think," Juliet said with a shrug as she took two quick snorts.

"I feel like I'm packing two years of living I missed out on into one afternoon," Steph said. "I'm going to get so wasted."

We all laughed. Rita smiled at me. We both knew it. Steph was genuinely having fun. And Juliet was being the most charming, enchanting version of herself. Rita hadn't asked for a favor, but Juliet read the situation and was only too happy to do it. But, after about an hour, she excused herself.

"Mel is back," Juliet said, standing up. "Are you really cool if we come back for dinner?"

"Of course," I said.

"We insist," Rita said.

"Will you still be here, Steph?" Juliet asked, the short bottom of her romper creeping up high and revealing the beautiful bottom half of her ass cheeks.

"Oh, huh, you know, I'm not sure," Steph said. "I feel like I've already overstayed my welcome."

"Please," Rita said. "There's no such thing."

"Yeah," Katie added. "You're in no shape to drive. Stay! John and Kat are going to cook."

"Where are Kat and Jess?" I wondered out loud.

"They're just getting home," Rita said. "They were making arrangements."