Traffic Girl - Katie Ch. 01

"I can't look away," Rita said to me.

"Me either," I agreed.

"They both have personalities like magnets," Kat said. "Like a tractor beam. Everyone is drawn to them. It's incredible. I've never seen charisma like this in person."

"You're right," I said. "It's like they have absolute power over what these people are going to do, whether they know it or not."

"Oh, I think they know it," Rita said. "I can see how much Riley is relishing this."

I laughed. "I meant the fans," I said.

"I need a refill," Kat said.

"I've got it," I said.

Instead of taking our glasses over to the bar, I simply slipped behind Riley, letting one of my hands linger on her lower back. She glanced back at me and smiled. I did it exactly for the result it produced -- daggers shooting from the eyes of the two fans Riley was talking to. I picked up a magnum of Dom Perginon and took it back to Kat and Rita. I poured, set it on a nearby coffee table, and clinked glasses with them.

"So what's next?" I asked. "I feel so overstimulated."

"I know what you mean," Kat said.

"I'm kind of loving just watching how this all plays out," Rita said.

"Yeah, watching works," I said. "For now, anyway. You two look way too sexy tonight for me to just watch. Did I tell you how fucking good you look?"

Rita wore a flowing black dress, which was cut very short. She showed off tons of leg, her lightly honeyed skin shimmering, smooth and inviting. The top of the dress seemed conservative. It had long sleeves that were made up of thin strips of fabric lacing up her arms, but there was an oval cutout between her breasts that showed off how spectacular her tits were and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Kat had opted for a simple, emerald green tube top minidress that let the diamond studs in her nipples show prominently under the thin fabric. The dress portion itself was like a tennis skirt, billowy, short, and perfect for teasing.

"I'm not wearing panties, either," Kat leaned in and told me.

"Neither am I," Rita said. "And I'm pretty sure my pussy juice is going past the backs of my knees now."

I glanced down, between her legs just at the hem of her dress, and saw that even mid-thigh her skin was shiny and slick.

"Jesus," I said. "I'm the luckiest guy in the fucking world."

"And you haven't even gotten lucky yet," Kat said with an adorable, mischievous giggle.

In the blink of an eye, Henry had disappeared from the room with the flock of girls trailing him and a bodyguard bringing up the rear. I briefly made eye contact with Riley, who rolled her eyes in the direction of her boyfriend. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I was pretty confident Henry was about to get reverse gangbanged.

Then, the next thing I knew, Riley had slipped away with the two guys who had been talking to her. The others left behind were dipping big time into the party favors. A couple of the backup dancers approached them, and they ate up the attention. I looked around the room, and it was starting to shape up like I would have imagined a post-concert party would look like. There was increasing physical contact. Drinks flowed quickly and easily. There was laughter. Music had started pulsing from the built-in surround sound system. And then there were a series of four, firm knocks on the door again.

"We're up, Kat," Rita said.

I looked at them inquisitively.

"The groupies," Kat said. "For the band and stuff."

"I thought they were already here," I said.

"Silly daddy," Kat said. "Those were Riley and Henry's picks. These are for the rest of them."

"It's insane, isn't it?" Rita laughed. "This is going to get wild!"

"Fuck me," I said. "I had no idea!"

And suddenly about fifteen young, boisterous groupies poured into the house. They were mostly female, but there were a few males. And they were markedly different from the crew hand-picked by Riley and Henry. This group was prototypical of what you would have expected as hookup fodder for a band. None was older than their mid-twenties. They were all classically attractive and dressed to impress. The guys were muscular and athletic. The girls were model-level hot and sporting various degrees of exposed skin. As soon as they came into the room, the entourage took to them like piranhas in a feeding frenzy. I'd never seen anything like it, not even at our wildest swingers parties. There was an immediate vortex created around the bar. I suddenly wondered if there was enough cocaine available as lines disappeared, and the pile got smaller and smaller. Champagne bottles emptied as quickly as they were opened. The new girls, especially, popped pills. In the crush of bodies, clothes got pulled aside or dumped on the floor. No one said anything; the environment was just naturally permissive. It was like everyone in the entourage and among the groupies understood what the deal was. And it wasn't long before body parts started to intertwine.

"This is insane," I whispered to Rita, my hand gliding over her ass.

"I've never seen anything like it!" Rita said enthusiastically.

"It's so interesting to watch," Kat said.

"I'm about done watching," I said. "I kind of want to take part."

"Oh, daddy?" Kat said. "Do you see something you like?"

I put my other hand on Kat's ass and looked at her and Rita.

"Yeah," I said. "I do. You two."

"I like the sound of that," Rita said.

"Maybe we hit the snow and find a place to play?" Kat suggested.

"You read my mind," I said.

We filtered our way through the burgeoning crowd to the bar. We arrived as the crush of groupies ebbed and just as Jess and Katie sidled up to the mirror with Jake, Ken, and Dave behind them.

"Oh my god!" Jess shouted above the din. "How fucking crazy is this?"

"Incredible!" we all shouted back at once.

Dave gave me a nod. He was a cool character, a classic guitar player type. He was wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a linen blazer but no shirt underneath. He didn't need one. He had washboard abs and an elaborate guitar-themed tattoo across his chest. He knew about my relationships with the girls, and the nod was his way of asking if I was cool with him hanging out with Katie and Jess. I decided not to make a gesture back. I'd wait a minute. The girls all blew their lines, then the guys stepped up. I went first, followed by Dave. And that gave us a chance to briefly talk while Ken and Jake took their turns.

"I see you met Jess," I told Dave.

"Cool chick, man," he said. "Really cool."

"Have some fun then," I said.

"You sure?" he asked. "I know her ring is from you."

Ken and Jake did their lines, and they started chatting with my four wives.

"I appreciate the approach, man," I told Dave. "I really do. And I think you're a cool dude. So let me just tell you, it's all good. We're very open and explore a lot. I knew when Katie went on tour with you guys that there were going to be some wild times."

"So it's cool if, you know, the three of us," he said, then the words faded.

"Wouldn't be the first time, bro," I said with a laugh.

"Shit, dude, well," Dave responded, "I've got some fun chicks I can turn you onto, too. You know, one good turn deserves another and all."

"I have a feeling we are going to have some serious fun on this tour, dude," I said.

"Fucking count on it, brother," Dave said, and wrapped my hand in a combination high-five and handshake. He turned to Jake and Ken and said, "Thumbs up, my dudes."

"Sweet, man," Ken said and grabbed my hand in the same high-five/handshake combo.

"All right, mate," Jake said enthusiastically.

It almost made me laugh. But I appreciated that they were asking permission. I could see the amusement on Jess and Katie's faces, too, although they also betrayed a little bit of embarrassment that I didn't understand. Dave introduced himself to Kat and Rita, so I took the chance to move between Jess and Katie.

"Looks like you found some good prospects," I said to Jess.

"I don't know why I didn't get into musicians before," she said.

"Oh my god!" Kat said, overhearing her. "Rita and I just said that!"

"See," Jake said in his Aussie accent that I could see enraptured the girls, "I knew playing guitar would get me laid."

"Yeah, let that be a lesson to you, Ken," Dave said with a chuckle.

"Wait, I thought I was getting laid, too?" Ken said, and everyone laughed.

"We'll see," Katie said flirtatiously.

"Would you boys like a tour of the whole place?" Jess offered. "You've only seen this house. We have the one next door, too, and it's all connected by this incredible backyard."

"Really?" Dave said with genuine enthusiasm.

"I told you," Jess said. "This is going to be the best kept secret, most fun club you've ever dreamed of."

"Hollywood and Vine, you said?" Jake confirmed.

"Yes," Jess said.

"Come on," Katie said, "it's a little more... private in the other house. At least for now."

She glanced at me, and I smiled.

"You girls have fun," Kat said as the five of them made their way through the crowd toward the four French doors that led to the back and were standing open, allowing the gorgeous evening air and wisps of weed smoke in.

Rita pressed her body against me.

"Those guys are going to work them over," she said. "I wonder how much cum they'll get."

"I wonder how much they're packing," Kat said. "God, I'm so wet. When's it going to be our turn, daddy?"

She pulled me to her and kissed me before I could respond.

"This party is really taking a turn," Rita observed.

We looked around again. There were a few band members openly getting blow jobs from groupies. Two of the backup dancers were bent over couches getting fucked. A constant parade of people came through to do cocaine or retrieve more weed. The bowl of molly was almost empty. A lot of people were naked or semi-naked.

"I kind of want a booty bump," Kat said. "What do you think, Rita?"

"I swear to god, you just read my mind," Rita said. "I want to get seriously fucked up and take all this in, and then I want your dick, John. And cum. I would kill for a big load of cum right now."

"When wouldn't you?" I asked her, my hand sliding under the short hem of her skirt. She was deliciously wet, and I couldn't help but sucking my sticky fingers clean after feeling her. "So, girls, why don't you bend over the bar, and we'll put on a little show?"

"Yes, daddy," Kat said.

We waited for a couple of the groupies and band members to rip some lines and then stepped over to the bar again. Kat and Rita simultaneously bent over and hiked up their dresses. The revelation of their bare asses got more than a few looks, as well as plenty of hoots and howls. I filled up a glass straw with a healthy amount of cocaine from the dwindling mountain and turned it upside down. I pulled Kat's left butt cheek aside with my left hand, just as she took a finger lubricated with her pussy juice and ringed it around her asshole. I smoothly turned the straw over and slid it up her slick ass, lowered my head to the glass, and blew. Before I had refilled the straw to repeat the action on Rita, Kat had jumped up and loudly shouted her belief that booty bumps were the finest high known to man. I dosed up Rita, tossed the glass straw in a trash can across the bar, and ran my hands over her breasts. I could feel her nipples harden.

"I'm so horny, John," she said to me breathlessly.

Kat tugged at my shirt, pulling me closer to her, too, and the heat rising from our bodies was growing. And then I heard a high-pitched, singsong voice behind me above the din of the party.

"Oh my shit! What was that?" the voice cried. "I want to do some coke like that!"

I turned around and saw two of the groupies hanging off of JT, one of the keyboard players, and Joey, Riley's drummer. Then I did a double take.

"What's up, dude?" JT said, holding his hand up for me.

I high-fived him reflexively, but I couldn't stop staring at the blonde hanging off of him. My mind was a little fuzzy from the Champagne and cocaine, but after a few seconds it finally hit me.

"London?" I said, seeing past the flushed face, tangled hair, and very heavy makeup.

"Oh, fuck me," she said. "John? Victoria! It's John!"

My eyes darted to the brunette draped over Joey, and I immediately recognized the big-breasted UCLA cheerleader.

"John!" Victoria screamed loudly, nearly tripping over her own feet to give me a hug.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.

"I should ask you the same thing!" London said.

I could feel Kat and Rita staring at me from behind.

"Come on, you've got to meet Kat and Rita," I said, collecting myself and turning around. "Girls, this is London and this is Victoria. They were my, uh, bachelor party... gift from Katie."

The stony expressions on their faces immediately warmed.

"Oh my god!" Kat said. "What a small world!"

"Hi, I'm Rita," Rita said, stepping forward. "We heard you gave John quite the ride!"

JT and Joey looked at each other confused, then looked at me.

"Long story, guys," I said. "But I have a feeling you're gonna have a fun night."

"One of John's fiancees -- you heard me, fiancees with an 's' -- talked us into hooking up with him as a kind of like a last hurrah before they got married," London said, talking fast. It was obvious she was fully wired. "He has this thing for UCLA cheerleaders, I guess, and well, V and I happen to be that. God, I should shut up now."

Victoria, despite one of her hands being down Joey's pants, leered at me and licked her lips.

"That was some night," she said, and I swear her nipples got harder through the thing fabric of her tubetop.

Rita smiled devilishly at the college girls, and I knew her quick mind was scheming. Meanwhile, Kat jumped into the fray.

"Do you want to try a booty bump?" she asked them.

"I want to fucking try it," JT said.

"They're not kidding," I said. "The high is amazing and almost instantaneous."

"Shit, I'd be down," Joey said.

London leaned over and whispered something to Victoria, but before she could turn her attention back to the group, Rita broke in.

"Maybe you'd all want to check out somewhere a little more private," she said. "We can teach you the ways of the booty bump."

"Fuck yeah," JT said, staring at Rita's tits.

And that decided it. Rita grabbed Kat by the hand, and they led us out the French doors to the backyard instead of upstairs to the bedrooms. To my surprise, we were greeted by the sight of Katie and Jess. They hadn't made it to the other house, at least not yet. Instead, Katie was on her knees in the grass, her mouth bobbing up and down on Dave's cock. A few feet away, Jess had her back to Jake, riding his impressive cock up and down she happily sucked on Ken's cock while he held her head in place with a hand on either side.

"That's fucking sexy," Kat murmured as we walked outside.

But Rita's path took us left, away from the playful fivesome. We walked on a path along and past the pool, through several people smoking loads of weed and dabs, a huge cloud of smoke rising above them. She led us to the guest house, which really served more as a pool house. It had a single, open room with a small kitchen and living area and one bedroom, with a full bathroom and especially large steam shower.

"Don't we need some coke for these booty bumps?" London said a little snidely when we got inside the clean, impeccable pool house.

Kat and Rita laughed. They could have been condescending, but that didn't play into their plan, so they turned on the charm instead.

"Oh, sweetie," Rita said. "You're about to see one of the coolest things we had installed."

"Check this out," Kat said.

London and Victoria stepped toward my girls, while the musicians hung back with me, who looked at me for direction. I just gave a quick nod in the direction of the coffee table that sat on the floor in front of the large, circular leather couch that sat in the living area. Kat sat down on the far side of the couch, her skirt billowing open and flashing her smooth cunt to everyone for the briefest moment. Rita walked past her, to the touchscreen tablet that was on the wall.

"We've put these all over the club," Rita said, navigating the menus. "They control the shades. The lights. The music. And this."

She scrolled, then tapped, and suddenly the smooth stone surface of the coffee table in front of Kat made a sound. And a rectangular section of the top receded to the left. With the quiet whir of an electric motor, a mirror rose from underneath the table and clicked into place. On the mirror was a smaller but similar setup to the drug buffet from inside the main house on the bar. There was a bowl of cocaine and glass straws and carbon fiber cards in recessed portions at the perimeter of the mirror.

"Voila," Kat said, framing the coffee table for us like a game show presenter. "Party favors!"

"Holy shit," London said.

"That's incredible," Victoria said.

"Fucking badass, dude," JT marveled.

"Right?" I said, a cocky grin on my face. "All the coke you want, at the touch of a button. Welcome to the twenty-first century, my friends."

The girls laughed.

"So who wants to try a booty bump?" Kat asked.

Silence rippled across the room, as our guests seemed a little shocked by how cool the setup was.

"You know what, Kitty Kat?" I said. "I'll do one."

Just as I spoke up, London and Victoria had both jerked their hands up, as if to say, "Me!"

"Ladies first," I said. "Would you like me to help you with them?"

"Yes," London said a little too quickly.

"Fuck it, why not," Joey said, his answer squarely directed at Kat.

"I'd be happy to help you with that," Kat said.

"Do I get some help, too?" JT asked.

"We couldn't let a friend go unsatisfied," Rita said.

"I didn't realize we were friends," JT shot back.

Rita walked over to the coffee table and kneeled down. She pulled out a glass straw and skillfully dragged one of the open ends through the pile of coke. Almost immediately, Kat followed suit with a second straw.

"Come on girls," I said, tapping London on the shoulder as I walked past her and Victoria. "This is going to blow your minds."

"Okay, friend," Rita said, smiling at JT. "Why don't you pick a spot and drop those jeans."

"Uh, yeah, sure," JT said shyly.

But he walked over to the bar, kicked off his boots, unbuckled his jeans and dropped them to the floor before kicking them aside. Rita was waiting for him.

"You, too," Kat said to Joey. "Pick your spot!"

"Fuck yeah, let's do this," Joey said enthusiastically.

He strode to a tall-backed chair adjacent to Kat's perch on the couch and followed suit, his dress sneakers taken off and covered by his jeans.

Meanwhile, London and Victoria looked at me expectantly. They looked as hot as I remembered, even out of their cheerleading uniforms. London wore short shorts and a bandana tied around her tits as a shirt. Her skin was tan and inviting. Victoria wore skin tight leggings and a ribbed, white top with spaghetti straps that showed off her stomach and outrageous breasts.

"Hey, wherever you want," I said.

They both stripped off their bottoms, and London untied the bandana and let it fall to the ground. Then they climbed onto the couch, their asses facing me, and rested their forearms on the leather spine.

"Well, well, well," Rita said, "that's a good boy."

JT had bent over a bar stool and shifted back and forth on his feet as he rested his elbows on the seat. Rita closed the distance between them confidently and slowly. She stopped briefly.

"Spread em, mister," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," JT said with a nervous chuckle and complied.

"Jesus," Rita said just as she kneeled down behind him. "Your balls are... full. When was the last time you got off?"

"I dunno, a couple days ago," JT said.