Traffic Girl - Juliet Ch. 52

She then swiveled around and kissed me again, this time with more urgency. She was as hungry for it as I was.

"It's been a long time since I've been fucked all night," she said. "Frat boys are pretty to look at, but most of them are one and done or totally incapacitated by coke dick. Think you can keep up?"

Her tone, her facial expression, and her features left no question in my mind. London had to be related to the cheerleader crush from my college days.

"I think that's a question better left for you," I said, full of confidence. "Your pussy is so tight, you might get too sore before I'm even close to done."

"Here you go, Londy," Victoria said, passing her the glass straw.

Six thick, long lines of cocaine sat on the tray. London looked at me with those flirtatious blue eyes.

"Let's put that hypothesis to some very rigorous testing," she said.

After one more electric smile, London addressed the coke with a greedy, determined look. She hooked her blonde hair around her ear and gave me a perfect look. I moved a little to the side and got the same view I had had of another UCLA cheerleader doing a line when I was in college. London made it appear just as easy as her aunt had -- I just presumed the truth of my guess now; I could try to confirm it later. She snorted the second and, after throwing her head back and passing the straw to Victoria, put her hands behind her back and unzipped her uniform.

"Time to take these off, don't you think, John?" London said.

I nodded and drank in the perfectly tan coed standing before me. This was going to be a long night. A very long night indeed.

* * *

Jess looked at Kat and grinned.

"Are you serious?" she said.

"Oh my god," Kat said, rolling her eyes. "You act like I don't know you. You're like a sister. More than a sister. Like a wife. And I guess you will be! I knew exactly what you'd want if you got one last hurrah."

Kat spoke quickly, the cocaine she did a few minutes before seizing her metabolism.

"Any three guys?" Jess said, her words just as rapid as Kat's. "I just get my pick?"

"Yeah," Kat confirmed. "Just tap them and tell them they're coming with you. I mean, maybe don't pick Tommy for obvious reasons, but yeah."

Jess rolled her eyes and smiled.

"I'm not that much of a stupid slut," she said. Her expression was one of pure elation. "Okay. I'm going to pick mine, and then, before I go upstairs, I'll tell you what's in store for you."

Kat squealed.

"Oh, shit!" she said. "Did you get my name?"

"I did," Jess said, still grinning. "And I think you're going to love it."

"Fuck, I can't wait," Kat said. "Please don't take long. I'm fucking dying to know what you've set up for me."

"Don't worry," Jess said. "I know exactly who's going to fill me up tonight."

"Air tight," Kat said. "I knew it's exactly what you'd want."

"It'll take me back to my college days," Jess said fondly. "It really is perfect. Thank you, sweetie."

Jess kissed Kat, a long and sweet kiss, before she nearly skipped off into the great room, where most of the party goers were. It didn't even take her five minutes to approach three men. They were the three Kat had expected her to choose. Jimmy, Johnny, and Patrick followed Jess upstairs. She wore an outrageously clingy white cocktail dress with fabric so thin, it left very little to the imagination. Jess was someone of simple taste. She loved men. She loved getting high, especially on cocaine. And, above all, she loved sex. Nymphomaniacs probably had fits of jealousy seeing Jess's appetite for carnal pleasure.

Sex had always been Jess's outlet for rebellion. Raised by strict Baptists, the unrestrained forces of the internet and coed church camps undermined that uncompromising upbringing easily. It started with gossip with girls, full of misinformation and made up theories. Gossip didn't sit well with Jess because she wanted to know. She had a surprisingly rigorous mind.

Knowledge manifested itself her senior year of high school, when the parents of a star quarterback from a nearby district stashed their son at Jess's youth group to keep him out of trouble. He was set to graduate early and enroll at Texas A&M for spring practice. He stayed out of trouble or, at least, he didn't get caught. But he found his way into Jess. His status as a four-star football recruit had gained him a lot of sexual experience, and he took advantage of all of it -- cheerleaders, teachers, even a couple of moms. He was immediately drawn to Jess's classic, blonde beauty.

Jess was putty in his hands. She swooned over his attention and easy charm. He pursued her aggressively, and it never occurred to her to say no. Not when she was in the back seat of his car, and he was doing whatever he wanted and would continue to do so. But she actually didn't mind. Her curiosity had been piqued, and then it had felt so good. That fall semester, Jess got her brains fucked out every Sunday after church, and the only connection to her faith she made was thinking it was a miracle she didn't get pregnant since they never used condoms or any other protection.

But after Christmas, he was gone, and he pretended like she didn't exist now that he had a whole campus of willing coeds throwing themselves at him. So during Jess's last semester of high school, she was a pent-up, horny eighteen-year-old with no source but her fingers to release the tension. Like most of her class, she would attend the University of Houston in the fall, which intimidated her. It was the big city, not the sleepy suburbs she was so used to. She had a lot of tension and anxiety built up, along with burgeoning sexual frustration that she wasn't even really aware of.

And then, just before she moved into her dorm room, her parents dropped a bombshell. They were getting divorced because her father was in a relationship with another woman. He moved out, leaving his family behind and never looked back. Jess was devastated, but she didn't have time to process it. So she fell into a long-term pattern of denial and compartmentalization. She figured that living with her lifelong best friend, Melanie, would make everything feel normal. She didn't realize how naive she was.

By a simple stroke of luck, the weekend of orientation, Jess and Melanie were singled out for an invite to a football party at a house near campus. No one could have known that Jess was a powder keg, and that party was the match that would light her fuse. Jess's memory of that night cut out about two hours after she arrived. It wasn't that she was drugged. It was that she turned down nothing. She smoked her first cigarette. Did her first bong hit. And she was introduced to cocaine, just a bump at first, but it was love at first taste. She ended up in a second-floor bedroom with two football players, where she made a deal with them -- she would do what they asked in exchange for more of the magic powder.

That night could have served as a lesson; it could have shaken her out of the suppressed grief she felt about her parents splitting up. It didn't. It was a catalyst. Jess woke up the next morning, took any hint of shame out of the walk back to her dorm room, and felt more alive than she ever had. Classes were boring. Football games were fun. The parties were even better, and Jess instantly became a featured attraction at all of them. She was a football team slut first, but a couple frats caught her eye, too. She had gotten on birth control at the campus health clinic after a routine sexual activity questionnaire when she got checked out for a cold.

Jess's body count mounted, and her GPA never got off the ground. She managed to scrape by just above the 2.0 probation threshold for three semesters, thanks in part to the one time when she fucked a professor for a grade. She joined Alpha Chi Omega, which was filled with pretty party girls, and it opened even more avenues of fun for her.

Nominally, her major was business, but really it was pushing the limits of how much partying her body could take. She was always out Thursday through Sunday nights, and she started to favor the guys who shared cocaine with her, but she smoked cigarettes and weed like a chimney and dabbled in ecstacy. Her real education was sexual, and she was an excellent student. She was so open and malleable, and she wanted to try everything. As her experience mounted, so did a growing body of preferences. She loved athletes. She loved sex on coke the best. Anal was fun most of the time. Multiple cocks made her cum nonstop. And playing with girls, even just making out, was an irresistible draw to any boy she wanted to play with.

But maybe the biggest factor in her development came sophomore year. She was having coffee in the business school building with Melanie when she spotted him. He was confident. Older. Handsome. Not a professor. She stared at him as he stood in line, trying to silently will his attention upon her. It didn't work, so she got up and went to the condiment station to get a napkin while he poured cream into his coffee. She brushed against his sleeve. Her cutoff shorts showed off a lot of thigh. She apologized for crowding him. He saw her bloodshot eyes, the product of the bowl she had smoked about twenty minutes earlier. He smiled at her and said something sweet. He sat down with her and Melanie without even asking. They chatted for about fifteen minutes before he had to go to class.

The conversation was easy. Jess was struck by how refined and confident he was -- in a way so different from the undergrads she hung out with. He was an MBA student but had a full-time job. A good one. He looked at her when she talked and listened. He didn't stare at his phone or glance around. She felt something. They agreed to meet for a drink, and she gladly gave him her phone number. He texted her to set the date, then called her to confirm. He was a gentleman, and it gave Jess a new perspective on the type of men who might be out there for her.

His name was John, and Jess fell for him almost immediately. There was only one problem. He was busy. Extremely busy. And they didn't meet nearly enough for her liking. They had fucked at the sorority house after their first date, but Jess didn't understand why he couldn't hang out more often. She didn't understand the demands of a career. She kept partying on the nights she didn't see him, and they settled into a friends-with-benefits routine. It was the happiest she had ever felt in her life.

John took her places. He showed her off. They took a couple weekend trips. She even talked Melanie into having a threesome with them. She was in love, but those feelings ran into the brick wall of fear that had been built by her parents' breakup. So her love conflicted with her fear of failure and sense of inadequacy. Self-destruction became her modus operandi. She took more risks. She did more and more cocaine. Her grades couldn't take it. She flunked out. She flaunted her escapades with other men to John, which pierced the balloon of their fantasy and led to some dark times and too many fights. Jess didn't remember a lot of them.. And then her mom showed up and took her to rehab.

The light in her life had become darkness, but it started to flicker again, slowly but surely after she completed six weeks of in-patient treatment. She had always loved makeup, and she started putting together her own business. It gained momentum, and she actually had rebuilt a relationship with her mom and got to the point where she could move out on her own. She liked to party here and there still, but rock bottom was always at the back of her mind. The memory kept her from falling off the edge, tempering her just enough. Her success as a makeup artist gave her a new confidence and independence. It wasn't all smooth sailing, and occasionally rent was hard to make. A couple of her colleagues went on dates for money, and that was easy for Jess to stomach. So even in tough months, she did just fine. She started to feel like she had carved a really workable long-term niche for herself.

She even got asked to be the makeup artist for a local news anchor's wedding, which was a feather in her cap. The weddings were always the cushiest, most lucrative assignments, and a quasi-celebrity gig was huge. And that's when her life got turned upside down again. Or maybe, in retrospect, it got turned rightside up. When she walked in the hotel room, there was John. She had ghosted him almost two years before, even though she fought the temptation every day to text him and say she was sorry. In that instant, all Jess's feelings came rushing back. But they mixed with jealousy because it was obvious he had just fucked the bride. The emotions were too much. She stayed professional, and she did a killer job on the bride's makeup. Then she went home and polished off the rest of the small stash of coke she kept. And she texted him. She almost cried when he texted her back.

Jess was amazed what it had led to. She thought she had been content in her life, but five minutes with John again made her realize how much she was selling herself short. The difference was she had ambition now. She had learned to channel her fears and insecurities into positive action. Finding John again, though, was like when she first went to college. The dam of sexual tension and desire reached a bursting point. It was a test laced with even greater risks, but Jess threw herself into a new life. She knew she could succeed, especially with John in her corner.

This all flashed through Jess's mind as she felt the hands of three pornstars grope her on the way upstairs. She had graduated from makeup artist to escort to madame to entrepreneur -- or, dare she say, even a mogul now that she ran the porn company. She still was most surprised and pleased with her role as bride-to-be. She loved John and the unexpected but very welcome twist of love for Kat, Rita, and Katie. She loved that she was about to celebrate their pending nuptials by taking, in her estimate, nearly thirty inches of cock. That's the promise Jess made to herself on the stairs, to relish this moment of allowing herself to be consumed like Jess from college. One last hurrah before she became, well, not an honest woman, but a wife. In her own unique way.

Maybe it wasn't exactly like college. For one, Jess took charge immediately when the three men got her in the bedroom. She positioned them in a circle around her, and she proceeded to do three thick rails of coke, one off each of their cocks. Behind her family and sex, the drug remained her third favorite love.

"Okay, boys," Jess said, rising from her knees after inhaling every grain of coke and cleaning their cocks with her tongue. "This is about filling me up. Airtight. Think you're up to the task?"

The three guys nodded, confident and practiced from their professional experience.

"Johnny, you get my ass," Jess instructed. "Patrick, I want that monster in my pussy. And, Jimmy, face fuck me for all I'm worth while these two pound me."

Jess licked her lips. This was so much different from college. She wasn't the one being used. She was the one doing the using. They were her employees, too, technically, although they were so much more than that. Everything about Jess's life was so non-traditional, and she loved it.

She laid back on the bed, on top of Johnny, who shoved his cock easily up her asshole. His hard, muscular body supported her. Then Patrick moved in, shoving her legs back and pushing his cock so far inside her, she could see the bulge in her stomach. And Jimmy sealed the deal, crawling up on the bed beside her, grabbing a fistful of her cornsilk hair, and ramming his cock down her throat.

It was instant ecstasy for Jess. She wasn't sure how quickly her first orgasm came, but it was fast and furious and followed by a half-dozen more before she let them switch holes. The whole event lasted more than an hour, and each of the three pornstars took each of her holes. When it was over, she was a panting, sweaty, cum-covered mess. A load dripped from her pussy. Another trickled from her ass. Patrick had shot his mega-load all over her chest. She knew her mascara was running down her cheeks. She could see the streaks when she looked down. But she didn't need to see her overall appearance in a mirror. She knew. She had been there so many times before.

But this instance was different. In the past, Jess went along for the ride. She took the pleasure offered. This had been unbridled, off the rails, yet still retained a measure of control. That control was provided by the loving atmosphere of Jess's situation, and her now well-developed ability to assert herself and be confident. She had called the shots. She had gotten what she wanted. Controlled disorder, in a way. It made her smile.

She sent the pornstars away and took a shower by herself. The hot water felt revitalizing. She was sore, but a couple more lines pushed her energy back to full strength. Full strength. Jess liked that term. It's how she felt like her whole life operated. Finally. She had wanted stability. She had wanted success. But she wanted to do it on her own terms, without compromising. Without limits. And she had done it. She looked in the mirror -- something she hadn't always been able to do without feeling a sense of dread. She smiled to herself and decided to rejoin the party.

* * *

After they had kissed, Kat hung on to Jess's hand for a brief moment to pull her back.

"Come on, girl," Kat said. "You can't keep me in the dark. What do you have for me?"

Jess smiled at her. It was loving and mischievous at the same time.

"I'm going to the guest room on the right," Jess said. "You just go upstairs into the guest room on the left. It's there."

"That's it?" Kat asked.

"Yup!" Jess said and nearly skipped away into the break room.

Kat lingered downstairs, butterflies in her stomach. Jess knew her so well, she was almost scared of what awaited her in the bedroom. She watched as Jess settled on her three men for the evening, then took two quick bumps of cocaine. After Jess hit the top of the stairs, Kat wanted to run up them two at a time. She kept her composure, leaving the party behind as she ascended. Eighteen steps. Then another thirty paces down the hallway. The guest room door on the left was closed. She knocked softly and heard a muffled answer, which she presumed had been an invitation to come in.

So she opened the door, and her heart fluttered. There he was, sitting on the bed, nude, and holding two glasses of Champagne. A mirror with lines of cocaine sat ready on the night table. Underneath her mid-thigh, flowing white dress that tied around her neck, she could feel her pussy lips moisten.

"Well, hey, Kat!" Ryan said.

"Jess sure knows how to pick them," Kat said with a smile.

"Come on," Ryan beckoned. "Have a drink with me."

He shifted, and Kat saw his monster cock, semi-hard, and couldn't take her eyes off it.

"I hope we can do more than drink," Kat said, her nostrils flaring as she spoke.

"We can do anything you want," Ryan said. "Jess told me you call the shots tonight."

Kat clinked her glass against Ryan's and took a long drink.

"I kind of want to hear your take on what you think I want," Kat said.

Ryan had sat up and shifted toward the edge of the bed. Kat sat next to him. She could feel the slick wetness between her thighs. She put her hand on his leg and bit her lower lip as he began talking.

"Well, understand this is based on limited information," Ryan said, leaning forward a bit more and taking a drink of his own. "But if pushed? Okay, I'll play along. Let's have a drink. Blow a couple lines. Then I'll face fuck you at the edge of the bed before I see if I can make you squirt by fucking you so hard that you're sore for a week."

Kat swallowed hard.

"How'd I do?" Ryan asked.