Traffic Girl - Rita Ch. 46

Author's Note: Time to get back to the Hooker House and see what's going on with our favorite whores! There is a lot to come in this regard over the next several chapters, so hang on for some pretty fun stuff. Always appreciate your feedback.

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It was a whirlwind start to the week for the four of us. Rita filed her divorce petition on Monday. Kat and I went to the fertility specialist on Tuesday. And Jess and I had to focus on business the rest of the week. First, we were wrapping up details on the condo purchase in Vegas. Kelly and Jess spend significant time laying groundwork for Infinity in Sin City. Brittany had moved her things into storage and was staying at the Aria until the sale closed. Melissa, one of Kelly's girls from LA, had done the same.

Katie was taking Brittany's bedroom at the Hooker House, and I had agreed to help her move on Wednesday. It would have been easier to hire movers, but she had sent me a text asking for help. That wasn't quite right. Katie actually had texted me a full-body picture of her wearing six-inch high heels and nothing else. The note with it said, "Do you like my shoes?"

"What shoes?" I had responded.

"If you help me move my stuff into the house, I'll show you all 200 pairs," she wrote back.

I was a sucker for Katie's nubile, coed body. I wasn't going to say no. And that's how, on an improbably muggy early October day, I sweated my ass off piling Katie's things into a rental truck from her second-floor Medical Center apartment. She offered some help, mostly in the form of walking up the stairs in front of me while wearing a sports bra and short soccer shorts that bunched in her ass crack. But most of the time she hung out with our helpers, Crystal and Gloria, who did more cocaine than carrying.

It didn't matter to me. Katie didn't have much to move, and she had promised to shower with me and pick the shoes she would wear while I fucked her when we got to the Hooker House. I was a sucker for that kind of incentive. But, also, things had been so busy, I welcomed a chance to reconnect with the girls and catch up with what was going on.

The Hooker House, it turned out, had been very busy. Fall was a peak time for the business, and the girls were doing seven-to-ten appointments per week each.

"If it keeps up at this rate much longer," Katie told me on one trip down to the truck, "I can quit my day job and do this full-time."

"Do you want to do that?" I asked.

"I love being a nurse," she said. "I always felt like it was my calling. But it's hard work. This? John, I'm getting paid insane amounts of money to fuck guys I would gladly fuck for free. I'm working -- if you can call it that -- at most twenty hours a week and making $400 an hour?"

"The life of leisure, at your fingertips," I said.

"Exactly," she said and smiled at me before showing off her ass as we walked back up the stairs. The hint of Louisiana came out in the vowels as she said it.

"And you're really done with your boyfriend?" I asked.

"What boyfriend?" she said with a grin.

"You really are adorable, you know that?" I said.

"What can I say," she said. "I like real men." She paused for a moment and took a step closer to me. "I really want your dick again. I think it's my favorite."

"Are you sure you should talk like that to a taken man?" I said sarcastically.

"Oh, please," Katie said, playing along. "They'd watch and then fight over who got to eat your cum out of me."

"Keep talking like that, and you'll get a real spanking," I said.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she retorted. "Now get to work, stud."

Katie's move should have taken a few hours at most, but there were a lot of distractions. Crystal and Gloria teased me by doing bumps off each other's tits. Then, at one point as I took a break to drink some water, Gloria cornered me in the kitchen.

"When are you going to cuck my fiancé, John?" she asked. "It's been so long, and you keep promising. I miss it. I think this guy might think I'm not serious. It's all he can talk about when we have sex now, and it's getting a little annoying."

"You are one of a kind," I said, smiling at her.

Gloria had remained a favorite for a long time now. She wore black yoga pants that emphasized how good a job she had done getting into shape. Her thigh gap was huge, but her ass remained pert and prominent. Her tits spilled out of her sports bra, and she had gone even bigger on her last lip injections. Even for a casual day of moving, she wore fake eyelashes and too much makeup.

"I'm just your horny little slut, like I've always been," Gloria said sweetly.

"Let's just pick a day," I said. "What about tomorrow?"

"Seriously?" Gloria said, smiling. "We are totally free. I don't even have an appointment tomorrow."

"Then let's do it," I said. "Your place?"

"Yes," she said. "I need you to put on a good show. He's so ripe for it."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked. It had been a long time since I'd played this role, but it had been so fun with Gloria in the past, I was excited to get back to it.

"Can you be more of a bull than before?" she said. "He's more cuck than stag. He doesn't even want to fuck other girls. He makes me tell him about every client I fuck, but the thing that really gets him going, at least when we're talking dirty, is seeing me get taken by a big dick."

"That's going to be really easy," I said. "I love the idea of taunting the shit out of him. He's ex-military, right?"

"Yes," Gloria confirmed. "Small dick. But he's devoted to me and extremely rich. I walk on water in his eyes."

"You sure he really wants this?" I asked. "It's not just dirty talk?"

"It's definitely not dirty talk," she said. "He asks me about it constantly. He's asked about you. I've told him every detail of our past with my ex. He can't even get hard inside me without me role-playing that I'm getting fucked by you anymore."

"Jesus," I said. "I'm sorry we've put it off this long."

"It'll have been worth the wait," Gloria said, licking her bee-stung lips. "I bet he nuts in his pants before you even get me off the first time."

"And he really wants me to give you the bull treatment?" I said.

"Make him feel like the smallest guy in the world," she said.

"That won't be hard," I said cockily.

Gloria gave me a peck on the lips, really just using that as an excuse to press her tits against my chest. I needed to get back to work. But as I finished my glass of water, Gloria added one last thing.

"Oh, John," she said. "He's never had my ass. And I've told him he won't get my ass. That only big dicks make me want to be a slut like that. So tear it up really good, okay?"

I just grinned at her. It was nice to be home, getting back into a routine, and putting fun things like this on my dance card. I had missed it.

We finally got the truck loaded up, and as I climbed into the driver's seat for the twenty-minute trek to the Hooker House, Crystal asked if she could ride with me.

"I really need to talk to you," she said.

"Yeah, of course," I said, sensing a hint of worry in her voice.

Katie and Gloria would follow us in Katie's car. Crystal joined me, her hair pulled into a haphazard ponytail and nipples erect despite the thick fabric of her sports bra. Her short, black running shorts climbed up her thighs even further because she rested her legs on the truck's tall dash.

"What's up?" I said, pulling out of Katie's apartment complex.

"I really, really, really like Jason," she said.

"That's great!" I said enthusiastically.

"But, like, I don't want to give up what I'm doing," she said. "I love Infinity. I feel like this is what I'm meant to do."

"So keep doing it," I said.

"But, like, what if Jason doesn't want to date a hooker?" she said.

"Crystal, how did you two meet again?" I asked.

"He's one of my regulars," she said.

"I think you've got your answer," I said. "You met him through the job. Why would he make you stop? Has he said anything like that?"

"No," she said. "But if we're dating, I guess, I don't know. I just feel like he's going to want me to stop."

"You're thinking like you would have in your previous life," I said.

"Do you think so?" she said.

"I know it," I said. "Let me tell you something about Jason. I've known him for a long time. He's a great guy, and he doesn't play games. He is a ton of fun."

"I've seen him every night since we had our first date," she said. "Like, he's really my boyfriend."

"That should tell you everything you need to know," I said. "Have you had appointments since then?"

"Yeah," Crystal said. "Each of the last two days."

"And did he care?" I asked.

"No," she said. "He just asked how things were going, and I said fine."

"Jason likes you," I said. "He'll be honest to a fault. If it bothered him? He'd say so. I know that for a fact. He used to work for me, okay? And there was one time when he was pretty junior, and I brought him onto a deal, and I guess I had promised him that he could have a certain role. I don't really remember the details even. But I must have forgotten what I promised him, and, even though he was young and I was his boss? He came straight to me and said, hey, you said I could be in the closing room, and I'd really appreciate it if you kept your word. He was absolutely direct and not shy."

"He is not shy," she said with a giggle.

"He's one of the best guys I know," I said and, out of habit, let my hand run over Crystal's thigh. "Oh, sorry, I guess that's crossing the line."

As I drew my hand back, Crystal covered it with hers and put it back, this time higher on her leg and dangerously close to sliding up her shorts.

"So that's the other thing," Crystal said. "I still want to be able to play. My divorce isn't even final yet. Clients are fun, but you're like the person who opened up this whole world to me."

"If Jason is cool with it? I'm cool with it," I said. "And if you want to be able to have a relationship like that? You have to start with open communication."

"I feel like I want what you four have," she said. "I want commitment and exploration."

"You just like my cock," I said playfully.

"I do," she said. "I really like it. I'm going to talk to Jason about it today. I feel so much better about this."

"You should talk to Kat and Jess and Rita, too," I suggested. "We only make it work together."

"I have talked to Jess," she said. "She said I should talk to you."

"We should have dinner again," I said. "All six of us."

"You guys literally are the best," Crystal said. She slipped a hand over my crotch and gave me a slight squeeze. "If my boyfriend is cool with it, I'm going to thank you for this."

Unloading the truck went quickly because I had fewer distractions. Katie helped me but kept the teasing to a minimum. She wanted to finish and get to thanking me. Gloria and Crystal gravitated to the pool, where they skinny dipped with Alix and smoked the hookah. By the time I had set down the last box, Katie had put away most of her clothes.

"You've really earned that shower, John," she said without missing a beat. "Are you ready?"

Katie had a way of narrowing her eyes and making them flash an almost yellowish-gold color when she was being seductive. I answered her simply by pulling off my shirt and dragging her into the bathroom with me. As the shower water heated up, I stripped off my shorts, shoes, and socks. Katie, already naked, beckoned me to join her behind the glass doors as steam filled up the room.

"Sorry I'm so sweaty," I said, stepping in with her, our bodies close together.

"I think I'm the one who's going to end up being dirty after this," she said, and she pressed her firm, natural tits against me.

I loved Katie's body. It was different from that of the other Infinity girls. She was the shortest escort at the agency, which gave any slight hint of curve a seemingly voluptuous feel. But she also was the most petite girl in the crew. So, as I soaped her ass, I admired how it seemed like a thick, luscious booty, when objectively it was really quite small. For Katie, it was all about proportion, and her body was one of the best party favors I could imagine.

Our hands slipped across each other's skin, and we started making out sloppily. Katie found my cock and began to jerk me slowly.

"I have a special thank-you for you today," she said.

"That's sweet of you," I said. "What is it?"

"I've never let someone fuck my ass without paying for it," she said. "Literally. Only my sugar daddies and clients have done it, and that's only been a handful of times."

"You're saying I don't have to pay for it," I said.

"Of course you don't have to pay for it, John," Katie said, wiping away the splattering water that was hitting her face. She had a naughty grin on her face. "Or maybe you already did. All my stuff is here now, and I didn't really do anything to make that happen."

"You should charge more," I said, unable to keep myself from cupping one of her breasts. The combination of soft firmness was uncanny.

"I charge plenty," she said. "I'm such a slut, any money from sex still feels like a bonus."

"It's hard to believe some doctor doesn't just snatch you up and make you a kept woman," I said.

"Oh, doctors are pervs," she said. "A lot of them are so obvious with me. Even in scrubs."

"I bet you look great in scrubs," I said.

"I do," she said. "But I'm not the marrying type. And I definitely wouldn't be with some doctor. Especially not now. I feel like I've found my place."

Katie had continued to play with my cock, and I was wickedly hard now. I turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around her before drying myself off with another. We started making out with urgency before Katie broke away.

"I'm going to need a couple lines if you're going to take my butt," she said.

I realized I had an opportunity here.

"Have you ever done a booty bump?" I said.

"A what?" she asked, wrinkling her sharply pointed nose.

"Doing a line up your butt," I said. "Usually for the girls I'll dissolve it in a little water and push it in with a medicine plunger. But you can also just blow the coke straight in. Such an intense and immediate high."

"Really?" Katie asked, and her eyes got as wide as saucers. The excitement on her face was undeniable.

"I also do it sometimes with girls who aren't as experienced with anal," I said. "It numbs you up a little bit."

"How has no one told me about this?" Katie said. "That sounds amazing."

"You want me to do it?" I asked.

"Fuck yes!" she said excitedly. "Liquid in my butt seems weird, and I'm so, so wet right now." She held up a couple fingers coated in her pussy juice. "Maybe you can just shove it in?"

I smiled at her and said, "Bend over on the bed, doll."

Katie eagerly climbed onto the bed and got on her hands and knees. Her thigh gap was an inviting oval that framed her compact, bright pink pussy that glistened with arousal. Her heart-shaped ass stuck up proudly, and I spread open her cheeks to admire the foreboding tightness of her crinkled hole. I noted that she had taken to getting it bleached like Alix and some of the other girls.

I grabbed a baggie of cocaine and a small spoon. Katie's thick, long blonde hair was swept over her shoulder. She looked at me with an anticipatory smile. I scooped two spoonfuls of coke onto her pretty asshole. I ran a finger over her dripping pussy, and she did an admirable job holding herself steady. I coated a second finger in her arousal and then circled them around the mound of coke. Mixed with Katie's juices, the powder turned into a paste and then thinned out a bit more. Her body shook a little as my fingers traced the edges of her asshole, and then she gasped when I pushed the mixture inside her.

"Oh! Oh wow!" she exclaimed. "That is insane! I never expected that! Fuck it's hitting me right away!"

"Welcome to the wonderful world of booty bumps," I said with a laugh. "It's a great high, isn't it?"

"I've never felt anything like it," she said. "God, it's amazing. It's like I feel it washing over my body. Like the whole core of myself is numb."

I kept working my fingers into her to ensure that the coke made it inside her. With my other hand, I gave her ass a sharp smack.

"Yes!" Katie cried, pushing her butt back toward me. "Harder!"

I spanked her sharply twice in a row. She gasped.

"That's it!" she encouraged me. "Fuck, this feels so good. You are in total control of me, John. Do whatever you want."

"Are you ready?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"You know better than to ask," Katie said seductively. "I'm putty in your hands right now."

I put my cock against her pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit. I reached around and shoved the fingers that had been in her ass into her mouth, rubbing any excess coke against her gums and tongue. She didn't even register a mild objection, and it made me love her just a little bit more.

"I'm so fucking high," she gasped. "Just stick it in. I can handle it. You won't break me."

I chuckled a little bit but lined up my cock against Katie's anus. It wasn't only tight. It was also tiny compared to my bulging, purple head. This wasn't a situation where I could just shove it in. I was going to have to really work it past her sphincter and then give her a moment to adjust. I kept the baggie of coke close. We might need it.

Just ramming into Katie's ass would tear her apart, and I wasn't going to do that. Instead, I took the very tip of my cock and pressed it against her asshole. The natural resistance was fierce. Then I put my thumb against the tip, trying to mash the smallest part of it past her opening. Katie felt what I was doing and pushed her ass against me, encouraging me to keep going. We needed lube, so I retrieved some from the night stand. I worked my fingers into her, starting with when and then building up to three. That got her really going, and I bolstered it with a little bit more coke in her butthole. As the rush quickly hit her, I made another run at getting my cock in her ass.

This time, with the additional foreplay, it worked like a charm. The first couple inches of my cock sank into her deliciously tight ass.

"Oh, fuck my Jesus, you have the biggest dick that's ever been in my ass," Katie cried. "You're going to break me in half."

"I can stop," I volunteered.

"If you stop, you bastard, I'll never forgive you," she said, her breath ragged. "I'm fucking doing this."

I kept moving my cock forward slowly. It was a centimeter-by-centimeter penetration, and Katie seemed to appreciate my discipline. I savored it. She had a delicious ass, perhaps the tightest I had fucked in years. It was tighter than Bianka's when I took her anal virginity, and I figured it had to do with anatomy. She was just such a petite girl.

Katie reached one hand down to her pussy and began to furiously rub her clit. Occasionally, she let her sticky fingers rub against my balls, squeezing them lightly.

"Jesus, Katie, your ass is so fucking tight," I said.

"I told you," she said. "This is so intense. I've never felt pressure like this inside me."

"This is hot as fuck," I said. "It is just so intense. Fuck!"

"I wouldn't like this nearly as much if it weren't for the coke," she confessed. "I'm flying. This is so great."

We got into a strong rhythm, but after several minutes, the friction became too intense for Katie. She asked that we switch positions. So I flipped her onto her back and noted how quickly her ass closed up. There wasn't even a hint of gape. She looked up at me with deep desire in her eyes.

"You can choke me this way, too," she said. "Oh fuck!"

She cried out as my cock invaded her ass again. Having her on the edge of the bed, on her back, and letting me fuck her standing up allowed me to put more stimulation on her clit and nipples. It also let me choke her. Katie loved being choked. My cock plowed into her ass more deeply than ever, but she didn't seem to care as I leaned forward and took an erect nipple into her mouth. At the same time, my hand snaked around her neck and squeezed.