Traffic Girl - Rita Ch. 23

Author's Note: So the next three chapters will take on a new pattern. First, there will be a Hooker House vignette to kick it off. Second, there will be a date night between John and one of the girls. Here, we begin with Crystal and Kat. Chapter 24 will be Nicole and Jess. Chapter 25 will be Alix and Rita. I hope you enjoy as we delve deeper into some of the characters -- not that there won't be some hot sex, too.

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"So, why here?" I asked Crystal after she slid into the passenger seat of my Maserati. She had parked her yellow Camaro in the space next to me.

"This is where my husband took me on our first date," Crystal said between smacks of her gum.

She smiled at me and didn't waste any time leaning over the center console to unzip my jeans. Without hesitation or another word, she swallowed my cock whole.

"He took you to Outback Steakhouse?" I said incredulously. "Your husband is a classless idiot. Fuck, your mouth is so good, Crystal."

"Guys say they like my blowjobs," Crystal said, briefly pulling off to fold her gum into a napkin.

"I love your blowjobs," I said as she got back to work.

Crystal worked my cock lovingly. She had blossomed into such a delicious piece of ass, always making the effort to reach her full potential. And, today, she had been so insistent that I meet her at this location. Knowing why, I could see just how far we had pushed her away from her husband. It was only a matter of time until any remaining bonds dissolved.

Daytime trysts like this had become a regular event between us. Crystal loved it because they symbolized how our affair -- and her path to escorting -- had started. But, recently, she began to raise the stakes by suggesting places of personal importance to her. These were designed to be digs at her husband, a way of expressing her anger with him without confronting him personally. I was only too happy to serve as an emotional wedge in her marriage. The girls and I frequently discussed this now, recognizing we would need to find Crystal a place to stay. We debated between our guest house and the Hooker House.

That was a decision for another day. For now, I was ready to cum in Crystal's mouth. As had become my habit, I put my hand on the back of her head when I was about to erupt. I pushed my hips into her, and she welcomed my load on her tongue with high-pitched, enthusiastic grunts as she finished sucking me.

"Your cum always tastes the best," Crystal said as she sat back up. "I really like swallowing. But you are the best."

I smiled at her and noticed she wasn't in her usual work uniform. Instead of her white button-down shirt and pencil skirt, she wore a form-fitting sleeveless white top that did nothing to hide her nipple piercings. She covered up with a black blazer and also had on a ruffled black skirt.

"You look so good today," I said.

"Thanks, babe," she said. "Now I've got to run. I have a lunch quickie at the house. I figure I should take all the appointments I can get."

And, like that, she was gone in a rumble of Camaro engine noise. Crystal had changed so much. All for the better.

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I sipped a pre-game glass of Champagne while I waited for Kat to appear. When she emerged from the bedroom, Jess and Rita in tow behind her, I couldn't help but whistle. Her hair was done up, like she would have it for an emcee gig at a charity event, and she wore a sultry, red dress that hugged her figure. It was slightly longer than usual, almost to her knees, but had aggressive cutouts on the side, which revealed a great deal of side boob and made wearing a bra impossible. That also meant her nipple piercings shone through gorgeously.

"You are exquisite," I said, kissing her without regard for the matching red lipstick she wore.

"You two have fun," Jess said, blowing a kiss as we turned for the door.

"Because that's what we'll be doing here," Rita said. She turned to Jess and began a show-off, open-mouthed kiss.

I escorted Kat to the G-Wagon and opened the passenger front door before helping her inside. My hand lingered unnecessarily on her ass. I couldn't help myself.

"Doing date nights was such a great idea, daddy," Kat said as we pulled out of the driveway.

"I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier," I said. "It makes so much sense. We each get time together, one-on-one."

"Not just with you, but with each other, too," Kat said.

"I've noticed that," I remarked. "It seems like the three of you are really into each other."

"It's not just seems," Kat said. "We really are. This whole situation, whatever you want to call it, is just full of love."

She put her left hand over my right as I drove. I could feel her pulse lightly as we held hands. In some ways, Kat was and always would be the heartbeat of our foursome. She had started it all. She had triggered the coincidence of reuniting with Jess -- and even encouraged it. She had introduced me to Rita. She had been the instigator and, much of the time, the glue that held us together.

"Where are we going?" Kat asked.

I gave her the name of a long-time, high-end Houston restaurant that had improbably remained a see-and-be-seen spot for decades in a fickle city that leaped to shiny new objects.

"I thought we should inaugurate date night in a special way," I said.

"I love it," she said. "I love this. I love you. I need it."

Her hand snaked between my legs and rubbed my cock. She stroked me slowly, wanting to feel my hardness. This was about teasing, not arousal. A few minutes before we pulled into the valet at the restaurant, Kat had unzipped my fly to feel the hot, hard flesh of my cock.

"Just touching you makes me so wet," she said.

"I love knowing that you're going to be recognized here," I said, Kat now tucking my cock back into my pants as we pulled up to our destination. "And will have a wet cunt."

"So wet," Kat said sweetly, looking at me as I put the key in the center console. "And a butt plug in."

I didn't have a chance to respond because the valet attendant opened her door. We walked inside, and the hostess promptly sat us at a two-top in the center of the ornate dining room. Based on a few stares and murmurs, I knew some patrons had recognized Kat. It's exactly what I wanted. To show her off. To help her see how sexy it was that she was known. Leered over. Coveted.

"You look so stunning," I told her. "I have to pinch myself every time I realize we're together."

"I don't need another man," Kat said, her smile genuine and brilliant. "I mean that."

"That's quite something to say after you spent a couple days doing unspeakable things with the most famous leading man in Hollywood," I said.

"Do you remember what I told you just before we started playing around?" she asked.

"Your body isn't a temple," I said, remembering the note she wrote me. "It's an amusement park."

"You have such a good memory, daddy," Kat said with admiration. "That's exactly what I was thinking of. But there's another part to that, a corollary."

"And what's that?" I asked.

"If my body is an amusement park," she said, "you need to know that there's only room for one to ride in my heart."

"That's a ride I'd like to be on," I said.

"You're the only one who's ever going to have a ticket," Kat said. Her eyes turned a little misty.

"You know that's the only thing I care about, ultimately," I said seriously.

A server came over and took our drink order. There was never a doubt we would start with Champagne. It arrived quickly, then was followed by a delightful bite of hamachi crudo as an amuse bouche.

"God, I didn't know how badly I needed tonight," I said. "I love being here with just you."

"I know what you mean," Kat said. "We need this time for each of us to connect. It's so much deeper. It sustains us."

"Yeah, it can't all be weekends of fucking Juliet Lawson," I said quietly but with a laugh.

"It's kind of surreal, isn't it?" Kat said. "The whole ranch thing. Stephen. Juliet. I mean. I think you know what I'm saying."

"I totally understand what you mean," I said. "It's like being invited behind the curtain. To be somewhere and do things you're not supposed to."

"Exactly!" Kat said. "I don't mean this to sound like the way it's going to come out, but." She paused. "I can't say no, if that makes sense? Like, I assume each time is a one-and-only."

"I don't know," I said, turning a bit more serious. "Kelly seemed to think Stephen might have a thing for you. I think 'infatuation' was the word she used."

"Oh, John," Kat said, rolling her eyes. "He's dating Juliet Lawson. I'm so out of that league."

"I think you just made my point for me," I said. "Yet he still went out of his way to come to the ranch for a weekend of fun."

"That was for all of us," she said. "Although, okay, promise you won't be jealous."

"We're past jealousy, my love," I told her.

"He did ask if I could come out one weekend while they're shooting," Kat said. Her words had an undertone of hesitancy. "Just me."

"You should go!" I said, probably overselling my encouragement.

Our server returned, told us about the evening's specials, and we ordered appetizers.

"We'll see if he even follows up," Kat said, brushing the topic aside. "Because I think you sensed it, too, last weekend. It wasn't a level playing field."

"I did get that impression," I said. "We were ... no, 'hired help' isn't the right term at all. It was better than that. They were calling the shots."

"We were players in a fantasy for them," Kat agreed.

"And it was still so much fucking fun," I said.

Kat grinned. "It really was," she said.

"It felt less threatening that way," I said.

"Yes!" Kat said. "It kind of brings us back to my amusement park analogy."

"We were the rides," I said. "They picked which ones to take."

Kat laughed warmly and looked at me with love.

"I never dreamed there really could be a person in this world as perfect for me as you," she said.

"I'm yours and always will be," I said.

Kat excused herself to the restroom. I ordered a bottle of red wine for our dinner and perused my phone. Jess and Rita had each sent messages. They were doing a photoshoot, which seemed to be a send-up of the promotional shoots Kat and Rita had done recently for the TV station, only progressively racier. The last photo was a close-up of Rita in a blue thong, the fabric so lacy and thin, it was easy to see the outline of her pussy lips pushing against it.

"Do you want more?" was all Jess had typed.

"Yes," I wrote back.

Then a notification from Kat popped up. To my surprise, it was a video message. I turned my volume off and played it, holding one of my hands to the side of the screen to cover it. It was brief, only five seconds. Kat was in a restroom stall. She pulled her ass cheeks apart and showed off her butt plug, quickly removed it, and reinserted it.

By the time I had put my phone back into the jacket pocket of my blazer and shifted uncomfortably in my chair, Kat was back at the table, beaming.

"Did I miss anything?" she asked with her mischievous smile.

"You know I like proof," I said.

"You get more than proof," she said. "You get to taste."

Our attention was pulled away from each other again as appetizers arrived. We fell into easy conversation. The octopus and risotto we shared for starters were excellent. We finished the Champagne, and the red wine arrived just as the bussers cleared our appetizer plates. We ordered entrees and kept talking. It was inevitable that we would reach a particular topic, and we did.

"We should think about when we want to start trying again," Kat said.

I smiled at her. It was hard for her to talk about.

"I know," I said. "I just want you to know I'm ready when you are."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life, Kitty Kat," I said.

"I really want a baby, John," she said.

"I want us to have a family," I said. "And I'm not trying to shirk making a decision by saying I'm good whenever you are. This isn't some way of pushing it onto you. I just want you to know I'm mindful of how emotional this topic is."

"Thank you," she said. Her eyes were moist. "I think I need a little more time. It is emotional. But I don't want to wait too long because, if we do, I think it kind of grows in my head and makes it a bigger issue than it needs to be."

"I would throw you down on this table and knock you up right now," I said. "That's how bad I want a family with you."

Kat laughed. It was a needed breath of fresh air to the heavy moment that had passed over us. But I turned serious again.

"It's going to happen," I added. "I feel it more powerfully than I've ever felt anything else in my whole life. Except one thing."

"And what thing is that?" Kat asked, regaining her composure.

"That I love you," I said.

"You can be so sweet, darling," she said. "You're always so good to me. I know it'll happen."

Her demeanor changed, and she brushed aside the emotions that tugged at her. She lowered her head toward the table and whispered to me.

"You know what else I know will happen?" she said, biting her lower lip.

"What, Kitty Kat?" I asked, mimicking her posture close to the table.

"That you are going to fuck my ass and fill it up with so much cum tonight," Kat said.

"Well, that's not a stretch," I said. "You know that probably will happen every day." I laughed.

"I love feeling you in my ass," she said, her voice turning increasingly seductive. "No one ever compares to you in there."

"I'm not sure I buy that after seeing you cum with Stephen Saturday night," I teased her.

"You should," Kat shot back, rising to my bait. "That's why I decided I'm not letting another man have my ass. Even if he pays for it. Ever again."

The words, thankfully whispered, hung over our table.

"I bet you can't do it," I said, pushing her.

"I promise," she said. "You deserve something special. Something that's just yours. Rita and I talked about it."

"You did?" I said, recalling the eavesdropped conversation I had heard several weeks earlier.

"No exceptions," Kat said. "My ass is yours. Even if I'm a naughty Kitty Kat. I don't care who it is, even if he's the most gorgeous hunk of a movie star."

"I want it," I said. "I want it to be mine. Only mine."

"It already is," Kat said.

The rest of dinner was uneventful and relaxing. The wine relaxed us. The food was delicious. The time slipped by, and three hours disappeared in the blink of an eye. Kat excused herself to the restroom and returned a few minutes later. I got the check, paid, and Kat asked me if I could hand her the phone from her purse.

"Of course," I said and picked it up.

But her phone wasn't there. She smiled. It was in her hands. I looked down. At the bottom of her purse was the butt plug.

"I'm ready for dessert," she said.

Back in the car, Kat suggested we have a nightcap. I asked if she had anywhere in mind. I was surprised by her answer. She directed me to a trendy seafood spot with a large bar that was extremely popular with a younger crowd.

"Huh, interesting choice," I said as I eased the G-Wagon into the street.

"I was talking to Nicole recently," Kat said. "And she mentioned they have really easy-access bathrooms."

"Now I'm doubly intrigued," I said. "Nicole?"

"Bygones," Kat said, sliding her hand in mind. "I'd tentatively say Nicole is a friend. We're going to go to lunch later this week."

"Wonders never cease," I said with a laugh.

Our second stop was only five minutes away. We were at the valet in no time.

"Tell them to keep it up front," Kat said. "This is going to be quick. I promised Jess and Rita I'd bring home an ass full of cum for them to share."

"Jesus, you sluts are dirty," I said.

"We're exactly as you like us," Kat said.

"Perfect is the word I'd use," I said, and we walked inside. I slipped the valet attendant a twenty to keep my car idling.

The restaurant was thumping, giving off the vibes of a club more than anything else. A DJ worked in the bar. Kat led me by the hand toward the back. The line at the bar itself was four-deep. No one noticed us slip through to the restrooms. I squeezed Kat's hand, and she turned and grinned at me. We both noticed it at the same time. Individual stalls with heavy, opaque doors. We passed a couple people in the corridor. When they passed, and it was empty, we ducked into a vacant restroom.

"Just use me, daddy," Kat urged, hiking up her skirt.

We had done this frequently enough that we had a practiced routine. Rather than have me sit on the toilet and have Kat ride me, we learned that we preferred her to bend over the sink, especially if there was a mirror like the one that hung before us now. Kat fumbled in her purse for a coke bullet. While she took a couple quick bumps, I pushed my cock into her tight, welcoming asshole.

"Daddy," Kat sighed. "God, you feel so good."

She did two more bumps and passed the bullet back to me. I took my hands off her ass and indulged in two quick snorts without losing the rhythm of my quick strokes. I dropped the bullet in her purse, wedged between the sink and the wall, and gripped her ass firmly.

"Who knows how many more times you're going to be in my ass before I get pregnant," Kat teased. "All your cum will have to go in my pussy. I'm going to make you save it, daddy. You'll have to build up really big loads for my fertile days."

"Fuck," was all I could grunt.

"And then you'll make me pregnant," she said, giving a satisfied growl. "And I won't be your coke whore anymore. But I'll still be your little anal princess."

"Yes," I hissed.

"Jess and Rita will be your coke whores," Kat continued. "And I'll still need you in my ass so much. I'll still be your dirty little clean up girl, just like I always am."

"Jesus, Kat," I said.

"I dream about it every day," Kat said. "Our baby will have the three most loving mommies and best dad ever."

I lost it. I don't know if my balls had ever emptied so quickly. I filled Kat's bowels with a flood of sperm. It was over almost before we realized it had begun.

"You always know just how to get me off that fast," I said as we put ourselves back together.

"I know how to push your buttons, daddy," Kat said and gave me a quick kiss. "Come on. Let's go home to our girlfriends."