Traffic Girl - Rita Ch. 25

Author's Note: Wrapping up the date night trilogy. We start with an Alix vignette, then move into John and Rita's date night. Please enjoy.

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Alix grinned at me from her knees, cushioned by the thick pillow beneath her. She made a show of reaching for the coconut oil bottle that sat adjacent on the ground and pouring a generous amount on her tanned breasts. Her hands nominally worked on rubbing the oil into her skin. They seemed more concerned with caressing her tits and tweaking her nipples, where new gold hoops had replaced her signature barbells.

"Come on, stud," Alix told me. "This is how your friend Jason likes to finish with me. You wouldn't believe what big loads he shoots all over my tits. And my neck. And face. And hair. God, he cums so fucking much."

She encased my cock, glistening with her saliva, between her massive tits and squeezed them together. Then she started titty fucking me, and I never knew it could feel so good. It had been a relatively rare activity in my life, since I frequently had gone through periods where I preferred natural breasts. But Alix had insisted. She promised me she would change my mind.

"Fuck, that feels amazing," I said.

"I told you," she said. "My tits can be as tight as a pussy."

I watched my cock head peek out between her cleavage when she dropped all the way down. Otherwise, my fleshy rod disappeared between her mounds. Alix grinned at me, her eyes lit with anticipation behind her glasses. She had worn the glasses just for me, too.

"Fuck, Alix, I'm going to cum," I said.

"That's the whole point, John," she said, never losing her pace. "See if you can paint me with a bigger load than Jason." She paused and added a taunt. "I doubt it," she said.

The first rope of cum hit below her chin. Alix then freed my cock from between her tits, and the next four jets splattered across her glasses.

"Fuck," I said, letting myself collapse against the back of the pool lounge chair I sat on.

"What a beautiful fucking load, stud," Alix said.

She let her finger scoop up the cum off her chin, and she lewdly sucked it off with her tongue.

"You painted my glasses!" she said playfully. She took them off and looked at me wickedly. Then she proceeded to lick all the cum off of them.

"You are just a totally limitless slut, aren't you?" I said with admiration.

"What can I say," she said, making a show of savoring my cum as she swallowed it. "I truly love my work."

"You're amazing at it," I said. "And Jess trusts you. A lot."

"Thanks," she said. "I really love doing this. I want to be good at it. I think I have some big opportunities ahead."

I took the hint. "Has Jess talked to you about what she and Kelly have discussed?" I asked.

"She has," she said. "I think she wants me to do more management. I'm good at it."

"You are," I said. "Does that mean you'll take fewer appointments?"

"Maybe at some point," she said. "I need a lot of sex, though. And I like it. So hopefully not for a while."

"Well, you know you can call me anytime you need a cock," I said.

"I'm going to hold you to that, stud," she said.

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Kat and Jess huddled over the tray of cocaine, snorting lines. Jess held a long, double-headed dildo. They were naked, and held my gaze while I waited for Rita to appear for our date night. There were few things that could pull my attention away from beautiful women doing coke, but Rita entering the room dressed to the nines was one of those things.

"Well, hello," I said when Rita appeared from the bedroom.

She wore a two-piece outfit in bright red. The sleeveless top stopped just above the waistline of her skirt. So, in addition to a beautiful, deep cleavage, her navel played hide-and-seek as she walked, hinting at the lightly tan, smooth skin underneath. The red skirt was just a touch too short, with a short slit that showed off one thigh. Her legs, long and athletic, showed a more deeply tanned contrast to her creamier navel. She finished off the look with cheetah-print heels. She was my bottled-blonde bombshell.

"You look so fucking hot!" Kat said with admiration, rubbing some coke against her gums.

"Good enough to eat," Jess said seductively.

"It looks like you two are going to do plenty of eating of your own," Rita said playfully.

Rita melted into my arms, pressed her lips against mine, and let her tongue wander into my mouth. She took my breath away.

"Do you want a line before we go?" I asked.

"A little toot can't hurt," Rita said.

She sauntered over to the bar. I watched her ass strain against the red fabric as she bent over and snorted two lines. When she stood up, Kat and Jess kissed her goodbye in turn. My cock had never had a better reason to get hard than watching the affection among my three girlfriends.

I had chosen Rita's date night destination with a purpose. It was an immensely popular see-and-be-seen steakhouse that had endured as a destination for Houston's glitzy crowd. It was also the place Rita's husband had taken her after he proposed. Going there was a bit of a risk. Rita had told me about her history at the place. But I rolled the dice. So when we pulled up to the valet, I looked anxiously for her reaction.

"Baby," Rita said and took my hand as I brought the Maserati to a stop.

I looked over at her. She had a huge grin on her face.

"You are such a bad boy," she said. "You want to show me off at my husband's favorite place."

"That might have been on my mind," I said.

"And a good boy," Rita said. "You want to replace the bad memories with good ones."

I took her hand, and we walked inside. The hostess put us at a table in the center of the dark, clubby room. Rita still stood out, because of her own beauty and the red dress. There were several looks of recognition that fell on us.

Dinner was a dream. The food was good. The wine was better. The company was the best. Rita and I had developed such an easy manner together, time slipped by in a blur. The king crab appetizer came and went. We moved on from Champagne to red wine. We shared a tomahawk ribeye. We talked about the future.

"Are you happy?" I asked.

"Are you kidding?" Rita said, looking at me over the rim of her oversized red wine glass. "We are living a fantasy every day. I feel like a kid on a playground having permanent recess."

"I never dreamed of this," I said. "You realize you've become the glue that holds all four of us together, right?"

"You think so?" Rita asked, genuinely flattered.

"Kat and Jess and I used to run around a lot," I said. "We had secrets. We'd indulge in that side of ourselves. Since you've been with us? That's stopped."

"I demand the same transparency you do," she said. "Maybe I have a different kind of influence on my sister girlfriends."

I laughed at her use of the term. "You're not doing very sisterly things," I said. "At least, not that are legal."

"I do love them," Rita admitted. "I never thought I could be so attracted to girls."

"You're not just doing it for me?" I asked.

"You know me better than that," Rita said. "Back in college? I knew guys loved girls playing together. I did a lot of making out. Shotgunned hits of pot. Did the occasional bump off a pair of tits. But it was all for show, to get the guys riled up and want me."

"They wanted you anyway," I interjected. Rita smiled.

"This is genuine attraction," she said. "I want them. I'm kind of jealous we're not with them right now, tangled in bed."

"What an incredible life we have," I mused.

"Are you happy?" Rita turned the tables on me.

"Beyond measure," I said. "Are you content working? You don't have to, you know."

"I love work," she said. "I love the control."

"You love the attention, too," I said. "Last I checked you were up to 210,000 Instagram followers."

"I do like it," she said with an amused look in her eyes. "Especially now. You talked about secrets? I know how each of you like your dirty secrets. Well, my dirty secret is being a public person with a very, very naughty private side."

"I know it's more than that, too," I said. "I'm not trying to trivialize it."

"Thank you," she said. "You're right. Jess and I are very similar. I think that's why we've bonded so fast. We have that drive. We need to make our own way. That way, we know for sure we won't be left abandoned."

"You won't be," I said. "But I appreciate the drive. I think it will push us to greater and greater things."

"I know it will," she said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to powder my nose."

The mischievous look in her eye as she got up from the table told me exactly what she was doing. A few minutes later, amid a trailing series of lustfully staring at her, Rita returned with cocaine-happy eyes.

"You must be rubbing off on me," she said. "I saw a really cute girl as I was leaving the bathroom. She reminded me of a shorter version of me in college. My tits were too big for my frame back then." She punctuated the observation with a laugh.

"Do you want to get out of here or have another drink?" I asked.

"I think one more drink," Rita said. "Oh, and here comes that girl. She'll pass by in a second."

My back was to the restrooms, so I waited for the girl to pass, knowing when to look by following Rita's eyes. A short, stacked blonde passed by quickly, white high heels rapping on the floor above the din of the restaurant. She wore a short blue dress that came dangerously close to revealing her ass. She turned to her right and settled into a booth in the far corner of the restaurant from us, though she was still visible.

It was Katie, the girl I had just met at the Hooker House. And who she was with was unmistakable. It was Blaine, Rita's husband.

"What do you think?" Rita asked, having followed my eyes.

"Very cute and a huge slut," I said.

"How can you tell?" she said.

"That's Katie," I said. "The new agency girl I fucked the other day."

"Are you kidding?" Rita said, almost climbing across the table. "She looks delicious. I have to tell Jess."

"So, hey, you want to do something crazy?" I asked, leaning in close to Rita across the small table and wanting to change the subject.

"What do you have in mind?" she responded, raising her eyebrows.

"I've been craving you," I said. "Meet me in one of the men's room stalls?"

"You're crazy," she said. "We would get completely busted."

"No one will notice," I said. "I just have this uncontrollable urge right now. I need to be inside you."

"Are you serious?" she said.

"Yes," I said and stood up before Rita had a chance to answer. I took out my phone and tapped out a text message on my way to the restroom. "I'll tell you which stall. Just wait a couple minutes."

The bathroom was bustling when I entered. The handicapped stall was free. I entered and locked it. Within a couple minutes, everything had settled down.

"Handicapped stall," I typed to Rita.

"OMG," was her only response.

I waited a minute. No one entered. "You're clear," I responded.

To my delight, moments later, I heard Rita's heels click on the harsh tile floor. I unlocked the stall door and waved Rita inside. It looked like she had shaken her hair because it looked wilder than five minutes before. Before she had even crossed the threshold of the stall, she hiked up her skirt, and my gaze settled on her freshly waxed pussy. The girls were all going to Nicole's personal groomer now. I couldn't help but notice the glistening wetness between Rita's thighs.

With only a smile, she walked past me into the stall and bent over, propping up one foot on the toilet for leverage. I locked the door behind us and plowed my cock into her waiting pussy. Our pace was furious. We knew this was hugely risky, and we needed to be quick.

"I want you to fill me," Rita panted.

And then we heard the bathroom door open, and I immediately stopped pumping in and out of her. My cock remained rock hard, twitching inside her. The interloper turned on a faucet. Rita looked back at me with a mixture of concern and desire on her face. Then we heard something else. A sharp snort. She raised her eyebrows. I gripped her ass with both hands. A second snort. We stifled a laugh. Then the door opened again, and the person was gone.

I resumed fucking her, and I was close. I was inside Rita Johnson. In a public restroom. I flooded her pussy with cum. It hadn't even been five minutes. The entire situation was too sexy. Rita grinned at me as she smoothed down her skirt. She produced her coke bullet from her palm and took two quick hits before offering it to me. I followed her lead, the rush of the cocaine adding to the adrenaline already coursing through my veins. Without issue, we snuck out of the men's room and went back to our table, where Rita's espresso martini and my scotch waited for us.

"That was so hot," Rita said, her eyes wired and full of magic.

"I can't believe someone did coke while we were in there," I said.

"Yeah, and it wasn't us," she said with a laugh.

"That was so fucking hot," I said. "You are so sexy, I could cum that fast any time."

"I love when you make my pussy a mess in public," she said. "I could just sit here and feel you leak out of me all day."

We finished our drinks and, flying high on good feelings, made our way out of the restaurant. I had checked for Katie and Blaine but didn't see them. Until I held the door open for Rita as she walked outside into the warm evening. They were right behind us. I kept the door open for Katie who looked at me with shocked recognition. Rita smiled at her, but that faded when she saw Blaine.

"Blaine," she said curtly.

He made eye contact with me after I had let the door close on him. He was high, and his nose was red. Had he been in the bathroom while I was fucking Rita?

"This is the guy, huh?" Blaine said, puffing out his chest aggressively.

"Don't, Blaine," Rita said with poise. "I'm glad to see you out with someone so pretty."

She smiled at Katie, who stood awkwardly holding her purse. I could see how coked up she was.

"Traded up," he said.

"Okay, we're going," Rita said. "Grow up, Blaine. Nice to meet you, Katie."

Katie shot a look at me, as if to ask how Rita knew her name. I just smiled. Rita and I walked away. I asked the valet to just give me my key, so we didn't have to wait near Blaine. Then I heard it.

"He can't get young, hot pussy like you," Blaine said to Katie loudly, simultaneously embarrassing her and degrading Rita.

"Will you take the key, my love?" I said to Rita.

"John, he's not worth it," she said. "He's drunk and coked out."

"It'll just be a second," I said.

Katie smiled at me when I returned. Blaine's back was turned. I tapped him on the shoulder and, before he could react, kicked him in the balls. He hadn't finished groaning, doubled over, by the time I was in the driver's seat next to Rita.

"I know, I know," I said. "Uncalled for and immature. But I couldn't help myself."

Rita just leaned over and kissed me.

"You stood up for me," she said. "Thank you."

Her hand rubbed my cock over my pants, and she whispered a request in my ear. I grinned and agreed. We made a stop on the way home. Within thirty minutes, we were on our way again.

"They look fantastic," I said.

"It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would," Rita said.

She kept the waist of her skirt pulled down. The light blue JKJ initials were tattooed on the side of her hip. On the opposite one was an infinity symbol in the same color.

"This is a big step," I said. "You sure you want this to be so permanent?"

"More sure than I've ever been sure about anything else in my entire life," Rita said. "God, I love you, John."

Her fingers slipped between mine, and she gave a happy squeeze.

"What do you think Kat and Jess will say?" Rita asked.

"I think you know they're going to love it," I said. "This really cements it, doesn't it?"

"I still can't believe you decked Blaine," she said.

"Nobody disrespects my girl," I said.

"It made me so wet," she said.

"That's just my cum," I said with a laugh.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass while Kat cleans me up with her tongue," Rita said.

"Fuck, you know just how to make me hard," I said.

We drove in silence briefly. Rita's hand squeezed mine again.

"This is forever, isn't it?" she said.

"It is," I said. "That's the thing I'm more sure about than anything else."