Traffic Girl - Katie, Ch. 19

Author's Note: Here's the fun chapter. As if they aren't all fun and full of shenanigans. This one is just pure, no-holds-barred fun, though. I hope you enjoy it. I think that Katie will end after the next installment, Chapter 20. But it is going to roll seamlessly along into the next book. There's so much more ahead for this group. I think it's a nice, clean break with some of the plot things coming up!

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Our limo ride from the Chinese Theatre to the Hollywood & Vine houses felt interminable. My heart was beating out of my chest. From excitement. Okay, and also cocaine. We passed around a coke bullet as the car wound its way into the hills, pushing our energy level and excitement even higher while we waited for the molly to kick in. We rode in silence, except for the sound of snorting. Before we had departed the screening of Tapestry of Scars, Juliet had dropped a bombshell on us. She finally shared the guest list for the after-party.

There were going to be forty absolutely peak A-list celebrities in attendance. This was like a who's-who of the Oscars red carpet. It had taken our breath away. I finally broke the silence when we were about five minutes away from our destination.

"So, uh," I said and cleared my throat. "How about rules for tonight?"

"I don't see how we can have any rules tonight," Rita said immediately.

"None?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"None," Jess chimed in.

"This is once-in-a-lifetime," Katie said. "I mean, how many people that you had, like, posters up in your bedroom of are going to be there? Partying with us. With us!"

"No rules," I said, nodding my head.

"I wish I felt in a more festive mood," Kat lamented.

"Just go with the flow, girl," Jess said.

"Yeah," Jess said. "That's the whole point. If there are no rules, then you aren't locked into anything. It's about doing what you want. Be impulsive. See something, take it. Do what you want."

"And none of us can be mad," I said.

"There's no use in being mad," Katie said.

"This whole scenario is one big hall pass," Kat said, seeming to perk up. "Everything is exempt."

"That's the perfect description," Rita said. "Everyone who will be here? Is on that list of celebs you'd bang."

The limo pulled past the gate at Hollywood & Vine. We had left the theater just quickly enough to be a few minutes ahead of the other guests. The security guards at the door knew us, of course, so we breezed through. But it was at that security check -- where everyone else would have to leave behind cell phones and purses -- that the attendees would receive their masks. For men, it was a standard black masquerade mask, with a thick cloth tie to keep it in place. For the girls, it was a lace butterfly mask in a variety of colors, with an equally thick tie. That way they wouldn't come off even when the wearer underwent vigorous activity.

"Jess, oh my god!" Kat exclaimed when we walked inside a transformed Hollywood & Vine.

The interior had been covered in a red-and-black motif. The lighting was soft and dark -- and mostly provided by scores of candles. There was simultaneously a warmth to the space, along with a shared secrecy and intimacy about the atmosphere. Just inside the entry, we were greeted by a half dozen of the staff for the evening. They were actually well-known models and actors themselves, just not quite up to the level of the power brokers who would be in attendance that night. They were completely nude, except for a costume that made a playful nod to Venice. They wore the hat and scarf of a gondolier, also in either red or black. They held trays of coupes filled with Champagne. At the base of each glass, Jess had come up with an additional party favor. In lieu of a charm clasped around the stem for people to identify a glass as theirs, she used the clasp to attach a small velvet bag, inside which guests would find a gram of cocaine and a small snuff spoon to indulge.

We walked into the main part of the first floor, where six additional servers were. The women were gorgeous, and it was a thrill to recognize them. The men were in shape and, to the last, hung impressively. It could make a guy self-conscious to realize that some of these models and TV stars were talented and packing the heat. And then I saw them. Anja and Violet. Standing side-by-side, smiling generously, without a hint of regret in their eyes. I made a mental note to circle back later.

"I have to say," Jess explained loudly enough for anyone to hear, "the best part of our service team tonight? They are free-use. They've all agreed. So if you want a taste?" She walked over to a very popular sitcom star and cupped his heavy balls to illustrate her point. He simply smiled. "Take a taste."

"Okay, maybe I'm feeling a little more like indulging," Kat said as she scanned the room.

We clinked our glasses together, and the Champagne blew me away.

"This is awesome," I said, lifting the glass to my nose and inhaling deeply.

"Krug Collection," Jess said. "1990."

"Nice choice," I said approvingly.

Katie had drained her glass already, and Anja immediately stepped forward to replace it. She didn't make eye contact.

"Hang on," Katie said, taking the velvet bag from her empty stem. "I'm going to hang on to these." Then she accepted a fresh one, with another bag of cocaine attached to it.

"This is incredible," Rita marveled.

"Just wait," Jess said.

She led us through the first Hollywood & Vine house and outside. There was a tent and temporary, covered walkway erected to add privacy.

"Security even has an alert system for drones," Jess said proudly.

The second house was decorated as sumptuously as the first. But the servers weren't TV actors. They were pornstars. The Daydream pornstars, to be precise. Carly, Jess confided, had specially requested them, and, to me, that was an indication of just the level of debauchery we could expect that night. The pornstars were less reserved in their serving duties. They greeted us happily. I couldn't help but notice how Patrick's eyes lingered on Kat, but I also couldn't help but notice Kayla's eyes dance playfully at me.

"Free-use pornstars?" I said, arching my eyebrows.

"Yes!" came a voice from the back of the room. It was Crystal.

"Crystal!" Katie said. "I thought you were coming with Jason!"

"I expect to be coming with a lot of guys tonight," she said, her eyes sparkling. "I'm a Daydream girl now. I wanted to fully embrace it."

"Jesus," I said under my breath.

She looked gorgeous. Her skin was radiant. Her nipples achingly erect. And her dimples showed up as she smacked on her trademark gum.

Jess didn't slow our tour, though. She had a purpose, it became clear. We walked out the back of the second house. Our jaws dropped when we saw Juliet, Carly, and Jeff Stone there, sharing a joint and passing one of the small baggies of cocaine back and forth. They had been dropped off at the rear of the property so they could make a surprise entrance. We rushed to them to pour congratulations on them for Tapestry of Scars.

"Let's get this party started," Jeff said.

It had only been fifteen minutes since we arrived, but we had heard a constant stream of car doors, so the party had to be ramping up inside. While Jeff and Carly barreled toward the house, Juliet held us back briefly.

"I just want to warn you guys," she said. "You're just not really going to understand what kind of party this will be until you see it. Just prepare yourself. Don't be shocked. This is only the fourth time I've been invited to something like this. And, well, you just have to understand that literally any crazy shit can happen. Live in the moment and enjoy it because it's like a cartoon. Nothing that happens is reality. Leave any feelings at the door."

"Ominous," I said, smiling at her.

"I'm serious," Juliet said. "Something happens at these things. It's like a switch flips in people. So just enjoy the ride, okay?"

"I'm all about enjoying the ride," Jess said.

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Juliet wasn't kidding. To this day, memories of that night have a surreal quality to them. Part of the reason may have been that both Hollywood & Vine houses quickly filled up with smoke -- from cigarettes, weed, and vape pens. It gave an old-fashioned, hazy quality to the visuals. But also a cinematic one, which was appropriate. There was an air of Kubrick around the night. And it was a voyeur's dream. More than a dream -- because you could never have dreamed up the things we saw. Then, after a while, you couldn't have dreamed up what we did.

The lines of fantasy and reality seemed to have completely blurred. The haze didn't help with that, either. Bodies and body parts blended together, commingling and separating. The soundtrack of the night -- Vivaldi, mostly -- was interspersed with an opera of hedonistic sound effects. Moans. Cries. Screams. Begs. Snorts. Growls. Commands. Assents. I had a feeling that the masks might have been totally unnecessary for people to feel free, but it certainly added an air of heightened eroticism. Consent didn't come into play here. Mere presence was consent. That became perfectly clear. Even the people we knew extremely well -- Juliet, Carly, Jeff, Stephen, Ryan, Chris, Cecily -- were virtually unrecognizable. They had become creatures driven by carnal need. There were no boundaries. No relationships. It was an absolute free-for-all of flesh and indulgence.

One of the first things that surprised me was how quickly clothes came off. These weren't cheap threads. They were designer. And the floors became carpeted with them, cast off without a care as an afterthought, a sacrifice to Aphrodite. Kat and Rita stayed attached to my hips. But their eyes feasted. There was the original action movie hero, who strutted around showing off his body builder's frame and a cock that swung, I swear, almost to his knees. There was the busty, voluptuous, and iconic actress who looked like she came out of a painting and had the luminescent quality of a pearl. She really was that good looking in person, no filter necessary.

"This is almost overwhelming," Rita said as we made our way through the first Hollywood & Vine house. "I think I need a smoke to calm down."

"Me, too," Kat agreed.

We had lost Jess and Katie somewhere in the shuffle along the way, but we slipped into the kitchen, and Rita grabbed one of the packs of Gauloises that were laid out on the counter. She firmly rapped the fresh pack against the counter, then unwrapped it and pulled out two cigarettes. She handed one to Kat, lit it for her, and then sparked up her own. They took long, luxurious inhales while I pulled three more glasses of Champagne off a tray held by a petite comedian who did brilliant impersonations.

"No more party favors attached to these?" I asked playfully. "Or did you keep it all for yourself?"

"I've got nowhere to put it!" she protested in a similarly playful manner, and I stared at her puffy, pink nipples.

When I turned back to the girls, they were now chatting with a strikingly beautiful and nude blonde, who had just dumped the contents of one of the party favor bags onto the counter. She laughed after she said something to my wives and then stood up. And I saw who she was. Oscar winner for best actress, along with three additional nominations in the category. Her hair was tied up elegantly, which made a striking contrast to her nudity. And her body was insane. She had pushed the coke into two hefty lines and ripped them both easily. I tried not to be too mesmerized by her ass, as I passed glasses to Kat and Rita. I saved the third for the starlet, offering it to her after she opened her eyes when they fluttered open again after she savored the hedonistic rush up her sinuses.

"Your tits are amazing," she said to Rita.

The actress stood up and looked at me. I offered her the third glass of Champagne. She demurred and looked me up and down. A chill went up my spine when I realized her eyes settled on my cock.

"Thanks, but I want to feel this coke hit," she said. "I'd take that dick, though, if you're offering."

I did a double take at her and at my wives.

"I love getting fucked while the high sets in," she said. "It's like a real-time experiment to see how good fucking on coke is."

"Seriously?" I said, glancing at Kat and Rita.

"Yeah, man, come on," the actress said, already lifting her right leg so she could perch her knee on the counter. She laid her stomach flat and reached back to spread her ass open. "Dive in."

"Jesus," I said under my breath.

"Go ahead, daddy," Kat said as she let a sharp stream of smoke out of her mouth.

Rita had moved closer to me and took my cock in her free hand.

"This is what tonight is for," she whispered.

It only took a few strokes of her hand for me to push past my initial shock and reach full erection. I lined my tip up with the shockingly wet slit of this famous actress, and I pushed forward.

"Oh, yeah!" she moaned. "Nice and thick. That's good. That's good."

I let out a long groan as my cock bottomed out inside her and withdrew. She was gloriously wet and velvety tight. It was positively unfair she was that pretty, that talented, and had a cunt like an inviting glove. The angle where she had propped her right leg up on the counter gave Kat and Rita a wide open view of my cock driving up into her pussy.

"Fuck," I panted.

"Holy shit," she agreed. "Fuck me. Yeah!"

We were enveloped in a cloud of smoke from Kat and Rita. I noticed a fourth figure come into the kitchen. I looked up briefly enough to realize it was an older actress who had gained a lot of fame working in television before becoming even more famous for marrying one of the greatest actors of all-time and moving into semi-retirement. I kept rutting away with my unexpected actress on the counter, while the new addition asked to have one of the Galouises.

"Help yourself," Kat said.

Rita was staring at the actress and me. I could almost see the arousal flowing out of her pussy. After all of us had experienced the initial shock of what was happening, we started to adjust. Rita was a queen at reading the room. So she went with the flow. She took over keeping the actress's ass spread for me, balancing her cigarette so she could push it open and provide that glorious view of my cock pistoning in and out of her. Rita used her free hand to spank her lightly a few times.

"Shit, yeah," the actress moaned. "That hits me nice and deep."

Kat stubbed out her cigarette, and I noticed her sharing drags with the second actress who had approached us. They shared it -- and a whispered conversation that left Kat smiling. Rita continued to explore the actress's body with her hands, stopping occasionally to pull on her smoke.

"There it is!" my partner cried. "There is nothing like that coke rush hitting while you're right on the brink of coming on a fat dick. Faster! Fuck me!"

This was surreal. I realized I was barely going to be able to hang on and make her cum. Rita helped out, sliding her hand to the actress's inner-thigh and letting it disappear between her legs. The immediate extra grip from her pussy told me Rita had hit her clit. I held on until this Hollywood goddess crested and poured over the edge of orgasmic pleasure. As she did, Rita took the opportunity to dive in and kiss her. It seemed to surprise her, but Rita melted their lips together. I glanced up and saw Kat slowly releasing a trickle of smoke in a thin stream up to her nose and spreading across her face. She smiled seductively as she passed the cigarette back to the older actress.

"I'm gonna cum," I said.

The actress pulled away from Rita and panted, "Don't cum in me. I don't want to be a mess this early in the night."

"Fuck," I cried.

Rita swung into action again. She knew me too well. She knew exactly how close I was. So she took her hands off the starlet's pussy, pulled away from her mouth, and dropped to her knees. She extracted my cock in an easy motion and swallowed it just as the first rope of sperm shot out. Rita pushed her nose against my pubis, her tongue snaking along the bottom of my cock, as she sucked and swallowed the semen straight down her throat. She moaned in appreciation and milked my balls as she made sure to get every drop.

"Fuck," I repeated when my cock had stopped spasming.

Rita stood up, an absolutely devilish grin on her face.

"Okay, that was fucking hot!" she exclaimed.

The actress peeled herself off the counter and matched Rita's smile.

"Holy shit, yeah, it was," she said. "Thanks for being cool and playing along, man. Can I grab one of these?"

And, just like that, the actress grabbed a pack of Gauloises and strutted off toward the back of the house, heading for the patio. That's how casual the sexual exploits were among this group. Here I had just fucked -- at her insistence -- someone who was probably the number-one hall pass target for half the red-blooded males in the world, and it was treated as casually as if I had poured her a drink or lit her cigarette. What was more? I didn't even have time to reflect on it. Kat had immediately moved close to Rita and whispered something to her before giving her a kiss, wanting to share the taste of my cum.

"What do you say?" the older actress, who had stayed behind, interjected. "Would you like to join us for that joint?"

"I am always down to blaze," Rita said casually.

My wives looked at me expectantly, which was their way of asking me to join them.

"Same," I said with a smile, and we all headed toward the backyard.

The party was still in its early stages. More gowns and clothes had come off, and there was some kissing and groping, along with a few people who had graduated to the blow job phase. But mostly the partygoers focused on drinking and getting high. The rumors really were true. When you got Hollywood people like this together, doing cocaine was like taking a sip of water. There were other substances mixed in -- a ton of smoking cigarettes and weed or vaping the same, an ocean of drinks, and pills galore. But the backbone of the party was cocaine. Jess's little party favor bags were a huge hit, allowing people to bump up casually as they stood in conversation or exploration or flirtation.

Rita stopped in her tracks when she saw who waited for her on the three-cushion couch across the coffee table from where we had walked out. I saw the older actress sit on the left side, and I saw Stephen sitting on the right side of the couch, but I couldn't see who was in the middle. I worked my way forward and realized why I couldn't see the person in the center. He was bent over the coffee table, rolling a cigar-sized joint. He was damn good at it, too. He held up the finished spliff and flashed his trademark charming, almost embarrassed smile.

"Baby, I think you might like to share that with my new friend, Rita," his wife said.

"Rita, join us!" he said magnanimously, sliding closer to his wife. Stephen moved closer to the arm of the couch to let Rita slide between them. The actor put the massive joint to his lips and sparked it up.

My wife looked at me with stunned excitement. I knew he was her favorite actor of all-time. In the early days of our relationship, we once sat and watched one of his famous trilogies. All in one day. While Rita's ex-husband was on one of his philandering hunting trips. She had told me she had a poster of him in her room in high school, and she used to stare at it when she started masturbating. Now here he was. In the flesh. And she was naked, except for her mask.

"Well, hello, to this enchanting creature?" he said, smiling at her then drinking up her tits with his eyes as he took a big hit off the joint before passing it to his wife.

"Nice to meet you," Rita said like a giddy teenager, extending the hand she wasn't holding her Champagne glass in.

"Exquisite," he said, cupping his hand under her wrist and extending it to his mouth in a chivalrous, prince-like kiss.

"Baby, I did my lap," the actor's wife said, holding the marijuana smoke in her lungs before offering the joint to Rita, who readily accepted. "Unless you want to go with a pornstar, I think I've found the winner."

"He's an insufferable tits man," Stephen interjected from Rita's left. "He wants to find the girl with the nicest pair at every party."

"Can you blame me?" the actor said with that grin and confident delivery.

"Well, I can tell you with certainty Rita has the nicest set at this party," Stephen said sincerely. "And anywhere else she goes."

Rita had taken a long hit on the joint and ignored the flattering comment. Instead she said, "You've got the big Bob Marley joint here." She passed it along to Stephen.

"I smoked with Bob Marley once," the actor said. "Back in 1980 in New York City. He was playing Madison Square Garden. I was backstage with him and John Lennon. Can you believe that?"

Kat pushed her butt into my lap, and she kept her arms draped tightly around me, like she wanted to shrink inside me. I could sense her vulnerability and need to be close. When the joint made it over to us, Kat took a huge hit, and the relaxing effect was almost immediate. On the joint's second lap around our little group, the great actor's wife shotgunned a hit with him. And he offered to do the same with Rita.

"Like I'd say no to that," Rita said with her TV smile.

Watching it was like slow motion for me. He took a long, comfortable drag on the joint, the cherry lighting up brightly, and held it for a moment while he leaned forward to pass it to Stephen's outstretched hand. Stephen seemed to intentionally brush against Rita's breasts when he did so. And, as the actor leaned forward, he brought himself to eye level with Rita. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. As he moved his lips closer to hers, Rita moved toward him like she was a magnet meeting its opposite. Their eyes locked, and Rita smiled again. He moved, like a ship docking, and their lips came within millimeters. Just before they touched, however, he pushed the acrid smoke from his lungs, and Rita opened her mouth to accept it, inhaling and making the stream rapidly disappear into her own. They sat back. Rita closed her eyes, and I saw how erect her nipples were. The joint made it to Kat and me again, and we shotgunned, too. Francesca arrived and pulled Stephen away.

The actor and his wife exchanged a whispered conversation, which led to him leaning toward Rita again. He brushed his lips against her cheek before whispering something in her ear. She smiled and whispered something back before looking at Kat and me. He nodded, and the three of them stood up.

"Do you want to join us somewhere a little more private?" the actor said.

"Of course," I said and slipped my hand into Kat's as she stood up, and we all gravitated toward the inside.

As we made our way through the first floor, I noticed that Jess was in the middle of a huge cuddle puddle on the floor. But there wasn't any cuddling going on. The orgy was in full-blown effect. Jess had a Best Actress winner between her thighs, the cock of a perennial Best Actor nominee in her mouth, and her hand barely wrapped around the coke-can prick of a legendary action movie hero. My view was cut short because Rita hung back with Kat and me briefly.

"I don't know what's going to happen upstairs," she said nervously.

"Just go for it, girl," Kat said.

"No rules," I reminded her. "This is all a fantasy. Just live it out."

"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath and smiling at me. Her neck and chest were flushed. "I could really use a bump."

En route to the stairs, we all grabbed more Champagne. I took a backup bottle, too. We also passed one of the newest Hollywood "it" girls, a natural-breasted blonde who had a penchant for seductress roles, pinned up against the wall being fucked gloriously by perhaps the most desirable leading man on the planet. The actress took Rita by the hand as we walked upstairs, the actor allowing them to go first. We moved to the far end of the house, entering the back bedroom. The light was as soft as downstairs, with candles providing most of it.

"I'm jonesing for a line," Rita said as the actress closed the door behind us. "Would anyone like to join me?"

"Oh, I'm always down for a line," the actress said. "Maybe not as much as I used to." She laughed and then added, "You know when I was on that show, there were all these rumors I was skinny because I was on coke. And I remember reading them and being like, of course I'm on coke!" She laughed. We all recognized the name of the show. It had been her breakthrough.

She also finally untied the halter on her dress, stepping out of it and revealing a still-slender nude figure. She had aged remarkably well. Her husband was also working his way out of his suit, and Rita did a double take when she saw the bulge in his white briefs. It was massive. She couldn't stop staring at it.

"Fuck, he's huge," Kat said under her breath while she prepared lines of cocaine on the glass tray.

The actress stepped up and helped herself to two smaller lines first, clearly relishing them, before passing the straw back to Kat. She went and talked to her husband furtively while Kat finished and let Rita take her turn. And once I finished, leaving two more lines on the tray, the actress took center stage once more.

"So, maybe we should go over our rules?" she said.

"Of course," Rita said. "We're always for open communication and respecting boundaries."

"That's great," she said. "So appreciated. Well, our rules basically go like this. If it's okay to do it in a movie, he'll do it. And not a porn movie."

"I like that," Rita said. "Because since John and I have been together, I haven't been with another man. But this is a huge fantasy of mine, so ... I mean, I'm along for the ride with whatever you want to do."

She smiled at the movie star, who was naked now.

"I'd love to do a couple bumps off your breasts," he said, even the request sounding suave and charming.

"Good," Rita said casually. "That's what they're most popular for."

She gave a little laugh, trying to play like she was nonchalant about it. But she immediately grabbed the carbon fiber card off the glass tray and poured a little bump on the crest of each breast, just above her nipples.

"I can see why," the actor said, making a delayed response to her earlier comment.

"Did you do coke with Bob Marley, too?" Rita said, teasing. Even in front of her original crush, her confidence never lagged.

"No, but I did once do a line off Kelly LeBrock's tits while Demi Moore blew me," he said.

Rita threw her head back in a laugh but was careful not to let her tits jiggle too much.

"God, daddy, he just oozes magnetism," Kat whispered to me.

Her hand found my cock, and she subtly pushed me over toward the seating area in the bedroom. It had a perfect, clear view of Rita and the actor.

"Let's see what we have here," the actor said and bent down toward the coke on Rita's breasts. His hands firmly slid down her rib cage, and he gave a quick snort. He quickly moved to her other breast and snorted the second bump. Then he went to work.

He started by cupping each of Rita's breasts, fondling them and pushing them higher while he licked the crumbs of cocaine up from her skin. And then he moved to her nipples, causing Rita to moan and throw her head back. She puts her hands in his hair as he worshiped her breasts with his mouth. He played with them for ten minutes before coming up for air. In the meantime, his wife had begun to stroke his cock and blow him. She knelt to the side, almost sandwiched between her husband and Rita. Kat teased my cock at the opening of her vagina, which flowed with increasing arousal, for several minutes before finally sliding my length inside her. She faced away from me, and I got a luscious view of her ass while we both maintained our views of Rita.

The scene shifted. Once he had his fill of Rita's tits, he pulled back and flashed that warm, confident smile. His eyes flashed with the same confidence as he drank in the perfect tits he'd just spent so much time playing with. Rita pushed a hand through her hair, which had the bonus effect of forcing her chest to jut out. He licked his lips, then quickly darted his head down again and locked my wife in a kiss. Rita looked like she melted from it, her adolescent fantasy coming true in a spectacular way. His hands found her tits again, fondling them with tender aggression. Rita's hand snaked around the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. I could see her inner thighs glisten even from across the room. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet.

"Are you jealous, daddy?" Kat asked me quietly, throwing her hair over her shoulder and grinning at me.

"Of course not, Kitty Kat," I said, pushing my cock extra deep into her pussy.

It was true. But I also ached to be inside her. To claim her for myself.

Their kiss seemed exaggerated, like it was taking place in a movie. One of the actor's hands dropped from her tits and cupped her ass. Rita leaned into him more deeply. His wife shifted her position, now moving behind Rita. As she snuck a few licks against her pussy, she also reached around and jerked her husband's huge cock. Kat and I watch, totally rapt at the scene, which drew near its conclusion.

The actor broke his kiss with Rita and growled, "Let me cum on your tits."

Rita immediately got on her knees. She put her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and arching her back to thrust them out. His wife didn't miss a beat, moving to the side again. Only now, as she stroked his cock, she kissed Rita, too. It didn't take long before the actor said something Kat and I couldn't hear, but he took over stroking his own cock and aimed it straight for Rita's tits. She had leaned in, only a few inches from the throbbing shaft, almost close enough to lick it. And he exploded all over her breasts. It was an astonishing geyser of sperm that elicited a happy, excited giggle from Rita.

Kat extracted my cock from inside her -- our fucking hadn't been to get off. It had simply been something to stoke our desire while we watched Rita. Now we moved closer, wondering how this encounter would end. When the actor finally finished cumming, and his cock eventually started to wilt, Kat gasped at the sight of Rita's cum-covered tits. They were blanketed, like snow-covered peaks.

"You're all sweet to let him embrace his fetish," the actress said, standing up and kissing her husband.

And, just like that, they were gone. The actor left without saying a word, simply giving a nod as he went through the door, closing it behind him.

"Oh. My. God," Rita said, dragging a finger through a streamer of cum that had flown across her right nipple. She tasted it. "That was insane!"

"That was so hot," Kat said, moving closer to her.

"Do you want a taste?" Rita asked, reading her mind.

"Yes!" Kat said excitedly.

She immediately attached her mouth to Rita's nipple and sucked on it lewdly.

"Shit, Kat, I could cum just from you doing that," Rita gasped.

I had moved behind Rita and kissed her neck.

"Or maybe you could cum from this," I said and pushed my cock against her from behind.

"Yes, please, darling," Rita said, her breath ragged.

She bent forward, pulling Kat closer to her sticky tits and spreading her ass cheeks to give me access to her lusciously wet honey pot. I entered her tight pussy easily, and she moaned in happiness when I bottomed out. My strokes were urgent. I was turned on. I loved fulfilling her fantasies.

"Let me taste some, Kat," Rita said, half-pleading and half-commanding.

"It's so fucking delicious," Kat purred, then continued to clean up the mess from Rita's tits.

When she had a decent mouthful, she opened her mouth and kissed Rita. It was an obscene, erotic display. And it turned Rita on. I could feel it by the gush of fluid that came from her pussy and the cock-gripping spasms that rippled through her.

"He was better than I fantasized," Rita said, her voice becoming smaller. "Fuck me, I'm going to fucking cum!"

Her orgasm was gargantuan. Her whole body quivered like a tuning fork. And an absolute flood squirted out of her pussy. With each stroke, she squirted some more. She came two more times as my cock pumped in and out of her and Kat finished cleaning up the mess on her tits. They shared another cum-filled kiss until I announced I was going to cum, too.

"Fill her up, daddy!" Kat exhorted.

There was no alternative. I had already passed the point of no return. Rita was almost doubled-over at this point, and Kat moved beside me to squeeze and massage my balls.

"Get all that sperm in her, daddy," she said to me. "Then I'm going to eat it out of her."

I gripped Rita's hips tightly, keeping my cock inside her as deeply as I could while it pulsed. It was a massive load. Kat had done an excellent job of edging me while Rita had her tryst with the movie star. Rita's breathing slowed, achieving a more normal pace.

"I can't believe you didn't fuck him, girl," Kat said.

"I would have," Rita confessed as my cock finished twitching. "But they made their rules clear. And since I'm such a stickler for our rules, I didn't feel like it would be fair, you know?"

I pulled my cock out of her, only to have it immediately replaced by Kat's mouth on Rita's pussy. She moaned and looked at me.

"I'm sorry, John, but I really would have fucked him," she said guiltily.

"And I would have watched," I said. "And loved it."

She looked at me quizzically, her eyebrows arched. Then her eyes rolled back in her head from Kat's ministrations.

"There's no mystery to it, my love," I said. "How could I ever stand in the way between you and your fantasies? That's the whole point. Especially tonight."

"I can't think of any other person I'd say that about," she said, feeling the need to explain between pants. "I've just had this crush for so long with him."

"You don't have to apologize, babe," I said. "I love seeing you this turned on."

"Fuck, I might just cum again, Kat," Rita moaned.

She did, and then Kat popped up with a mischievous, tight-lipped smile on her face. She opened her mouth, and they swapped my load of cum this time.

"The most delicious cum," Kat said.

"For sure," Rita agreed.

"Christ, you two are so fucking hot," I said.

"I could use another couple lines," Kat said.

"Me, too," Rita agreed. "And a cigarette."

"Let's do it then," I said, then added. "Hey, isn't Stephanie supposed to be here tonight?"

"She is," Rita said. "I sent her on a little mission."

The smile that ran across her face told me she was up to something, and I couldn't wait to find out what.

* * *

The girls each smoked a cigarette as we descended the stairs back to the first floor. The entire room was filled with smoke, which continued to impart that hazy, surreal quality. The large group of people where Jess had been tangled in the orgy a short while before had pared down to females only. We walked by a cluster of people doing bumps of coke from the goody bags, as well as Bianka being ferociously fucked against the wall, her back toward us, by a wiry actor who usually played somewhat geeky or awkward characters.

"I would not have guessed he was packing that much heat," Kat noted as we passed. Rita grinned at her and let out a hefty plume of smoke.

There was thick cream collecting at the base of his can-sized cock, and Bianka was screaming her head off in pleasure. But our attention was almost immediately co-opted.

"Rita!" Jess's voice pierced through the bright music and moans that buzzed low and persistently throughout the house. "You have to come here!"

We made our way the short distance to Jess, who rose to greet us.

"Oh my god," Rita breathed.

"Do you want to clean up my tits?" Jess said, beaming.

Rita held the smoldering cigarette out to her, and Jess accepted it, taking a puff as Rita's mouth dove for Jess's chest.

"All the pornstar guys came in and jerked off all over us!" Jess said with a giggle, taking another puff off the smoke. Rita's tongue moved skillfully over her breasts, vacuuming up the creamy load of sperm that covered her honey-colored skin.

I glanced over to where the cuddle puddle had been and saw a handful of girls covered in cum. Two were on their knees, including Melanie, showing off their glazed tits. Another three lay on their stomachs, their butts and backs glistening with milky fluid.

"I think I've found my next stop," Rita said, admiring Jess's now-clean tits.

Jess held the cigarette back out to her, and Rita savored a drag as her eyes scanned the crowd of cum-covered girls. Besides Melanie, they were all instantly recognizable, including two blonde actresses who had been longtime friends and could easily be confused for sisters because of their looks. But my eyes settled on another of my favorite actresses, a luscious brunette. She was a favorite of one of the most decorated directors in the world, known for his immersive dramas, but ironically had won her Oscar for a musical. Her tits looked gorgeous in movies, and they paled in comparison on-screen to real life. I was riveted.

"Come on, girl," Jess said. "Kat, do you want to join?"

Kat shook her head.

"I'm gonna hit the coke," she said, then took the final drag off her smoke. Then she leaned in close to me. "And I was hoping to get some of your dick, daddy."

I smiled at her and put my hand on the small of her back to guide her toward the kitchen. Her skin was soft and warm. I couldn't resist giving her ass a little squeeze, and I saw the sparkling butt plug still nestled between her cheeks. My cock stirred. I wanted her ass.

I didn't get the chance just then, though. One of my favorite actors, who became a stratospheric star in a period TV drama, came in from outside just as Kat bent over to snort a line. His gaze went straight to her ass.

"My god, how long were you a cheerleader to get a butt like that?" he said, pushing his hair back off his forehead.

Kat popped up, the straw still in her nostril as she took a long inhale. Her eyes fluttered and she recognized who said it. She almost instantly blushed, and swore I could sense her lust activate.

"This butt?" Kat said flirtatiously.

She bent over again, switching the glass straw to her left nostril, and inhaled another thick line. I liked seeing that she had gotten into the party spirit and wasn't letting the heaviness of Kelly's situation weigh on her too much. It was important to have fun and blow off some steam, especially when life was stressful. When she rose up, she wiggled her ass a little for him. She turned her head and gave her hair a little flip, and held out the straw to him.

"I was never a cheerleader," she said as he accepted the glass cylinder. She bit her lower lip, then added, "I keep it firm by getting other exercise."

The actor very quickly made two lines disappear. He briefly pinched his nose as he turned to Kat and then flashed that famous smile at her.

"Oh yeah?" he said directly. "Like what?"

"Some girls do squats," Kat said, moving closer to him. "I like to squat on dick and go for a ride."

Her slender but skillful right hand dropped between his legs as she moved to push her body against his. She grabbed his cock and gasped at its heft. And then I became distracted. The brunette actress who had been in the cuddle puddle, only a short time ago with cum dripping off her tits, showed up behind me and almost made me jump by simply saying, "Hi!"

I turned around, and she was standing so close her nose nearly touched my chin. She was nude except for a pair of four-inch heels, which she had kept on. Her mask, like most of the others, was long gone. And her brown eyes pierced me.

"I just wanted to tell you how much I love your wife," she said. "Rita, that is. She convinced me to join her new agency."

"Just now?" I said clumsily, having a hard time keeping my focus on the actress as her perfect, pencil-eraser nipples grazed my forearm.

She laughed and said, "Oh, no, silly! Last week. That just now was us getting to know each other socially."

I wasn't sure how to respond. I glanced over at Kat, whose hand rested on the actor's chest now as she leaned in to whisper something to him. The actress noticed it.

"Is that one of your other wives?" she said, and I wondered how the hell she knew so much about it. "I just love poly people. They're our favorite to swing with, my husband and I."

She pushed past me to introduce herself to Kat and gave a familiar, friendly nod hello to the actor.

"We could all go play someplace," she suggested. "Can we take this tray of coke with us?"

"There's a tray in every room," Kat said.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" the actor said, looking at me for approval.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," I said.

As I made my way back to the stairs again with a new group, I caught Rita's eye. She broke her kiss with one of the blonde actresses, whose best friend was locked in an embrace with Jess. She smiled at me radiantly and mouthed, "You're welcome." I grinned back at her as the actress slipped her hand in mine.

"I'd heard about this club," she said as we walked up the stairs. The actor had rested one of his hands inside Kat's ass cleavage. "I've been waiting to get a membership invite."

"I might be able to help you with that," I said.

"Oh really?" she said, raising her full, sculpted eyebrows. "I thought the owner was a secret."

"I may have some pull," I said.

"What, your wife owns it?" she said, chuckling and gesturing to Kat.

"Not that wife," I said. "But another one."

"So how many total?" she said.

"Four," I said, being purposely casual.

"That's so sexy," she said. "We've talked about expanding our circle, but I just haven't found anybody I like enough."

"Girl or guy?" I asked.

"I really don't care," she said breezily. "I like both about equally."

"Interesting," I said.

"You aren't so different from a lot of us in that regard," she said. "I'd say a third of the people here tonight are poly."

"Huh," I said. "I don't know if I would have guessed that."

"Don't think too hard on it," the actress said as we walked into a bedroom that had two king beds in it. "Sounds like you have your hands full."

"I'd like to have them full," I said, making a movement closer to her and putting my hands near her tits.

"You can have a quick feel before I hit that blow," she said, gesturing to the cocaine-covered glass top of the dresser that was inside the door to the bedroom.

I cupped the famous pair of tits that I'd seen in a handful of movie nude scenes she had filmed. They were ridiculously nice. Her nipples crinkled under my touch.

"Okay, cowboy," she said. "I want some magic powder."

"John just loves watching girls snort coke," Kat offered, glancing around the actor's body. She was already sitting on the bed, stroking his cock and getting him ready for her.

"Really?" she said, hooking a strand of hair behind her ear, giving me a full view of her as she bent down over one of two lines she had haphazardly formed on the glass-topped dresser. She snorted it as casually as someone taking a sip from a drink. "You must be in heaven in Hollywood." She sniffed twice quickly and ran a finger under her nostril to clean it up before bending down and hitting the second one.

"I do fucking love Hollywood," I said.

"You want a hit?" the actress asked, extending the glass straw.

"I have a rule," I said. "I never tell a pretty girl no."

"Sounds like a smart rule," she said, pressing the straw into my palm.

I was staring at her tits.

"God, you're such a boy," she said, rolling her eyes. "You want to do it off my tits?"

"Nah," I said. "I'd rather do it off your ass."

"Ass man, huh?" she said.

"Everything man," I said.

"You can do coke off my ass," she said. "But nothing bigger than your tongue in there. I'm not an anal girl. Ever."

"Understood," I said.

"Good," she said, strolling to the bed and luxuriously extending herself onto the mattress, then climbing up on her knees and raising her ass. "Come on."

I scooped up a generous heap of cocaine with the carbon fiber card on the dresser and carried it over to the actress. Her ass was slim but shapely. Her tiny asshole was puckered and curled up tight like the virgin territory she claimed it was. I dropped the coke on her right cheek, which would give me a marginally better view of the activities on the other bed. I roughly cut the pile into two lines and bent down to sniff the first, taking in Kat with the actor. She had his cock all the way down her throat, her eyes seemingly as wide open as her mouth. One of her hands cupped his balls, while the other gently explored between his ass cheeks. I sniffed the second line. He seemed to be receptive to her attention.

"So is coke better off my ass?" the actress said, whipping her head around.

"I don't know if it's better," I said, giving a couple quick sniffs. "But the view is great."

The cocaine hit me hard and fast, and I felt a rush of euphoria and confidence, despite the fame of the girl in bed with me. I licked up the lingering crystals on her firm ass cheek, enjoying the light numbing effect it had on my tongue. I watched Kat as I briefly contemplated my next move. She was deep-throating with ease, but made a sudden move to turn around and spread her ass for him. He noticed her butt plug for the first time.

"So that cute ass isn't just for show?" the actor said.

"My ass is for whatever you want," she said.

I turned my attention back to the actress and knew my next move. I dove between her ass cheeks with my tongue. She squirmed and giggled.

"What are you doing?" she said, her laugh vivacious.

"You said nothing bigger than a tongue," I said and swirled my tongue again around her fortress-like anus.

"Fuck, that feels good," she said.

I went on cruise control, licking her with long, soft strokes and alternating with some that glided along the glistening pink slit of her vagina. My eyes kept glancing to my right, checking on Kat. I couldn't help myself. She was on all fours, fucking herself with the butt plug, showing off for the actor, who watched her in awe.

"There must be some lube around here," the actor said to her.

"I don't need lube," Kat said in a thick, seductive tone.

The actress beneath me ran her hands through my hair and then flipped herself over.

"Eat my pussy," she gasped. "I'm going to cum."

She pushed my head between her thighs, her thin patch of pubic hair above her pussy lips ticking the tip of my nose. She tasted sweet and tangy, and I slipped a finger inside her, which caused her to arch her back and cry out in pleasure. I pushed her legs high above her, and she welcomed it. This had two benefits for me. First, it opened her fully to my ministrations, her pussy and ass fully on display for my tongue and curious fingers. Second, it let me watch Kat out of my peripheral vision. And she was in full Kitty Kat mode.

After teasing the actor with her butt plug play, she pushed him down on the bed and warmed up his cock with her mouth. But her goal was more than simply getting him hard to fuck. It was an act of subservience on her part, to indicate to him that she was his toy in this fleeting moment. That's why she paid a lot of attention to his balls. And rimmed him like the hungry slut she was. He was in heaven. It made me wonder, at these A-list orgies, just how kinky people got. I hadn't seen anything too out of the ordinary yet. Or maybe that was just kept behind closed doors, even at this level.

I turned my attention back to the actress, though, when I felt her close to an orgasm. Her pussy ran like a river. Her clit was swollen and hard, like a pebble. I thickened my tongue and flicked it repeatedly. When I put a second finger in her pretty pink cunt, she came like a force of nature. It took her more than thirty seconds to stop quaking, but I didn't relent in eating her out. My fingers pushed deeper inside her, stroking the spongy inner wall of her vagina in the direction of her hip.

"What are you doing to me?" she gasped.

I just redoubled my efforts, pushing her toward the brink of orgasm again. But just as she was about to reach the peak of pleasure, I pulled my mouth off her and, with enough dexterity that I impressed myself, plunged my cock into her. She was soaking wet, but I could still feel how tight she was.

"Oh my god!" she screamed.

It didn't even take ten strokes before she came again. She became a puddle under me for a couple minutes, and I slowed the pace I fucked her at to let her recover. When she landed from the stratospheric pleasure cloud she had ridden, she screwed her eyes forward again and looked at me.

"You sure don't have a problem with coke dick, do you?" she said.

"Never been an issue," I said, grinning.

I punctuated the statement with a series of long, deep strokes inside her, and she wrapped her legs around my back.

"My god," she groaned. "I know this is horrible, but you fuck me so much deeper than my husband, and I love it."

"Naughty girl," I said.

"He knows he's smaller than average," she said. "And he also knows he uses it so, so well. But, god, sometimes I just want to get reamed by a big dick."

At that point, Kat broke in. She was changing positions. After riding the actor reverse cowgirl, being in control of him fucking her ass, she was sliding to the end of the bed, her legs dangling off it, waiting for him to take control.

"Never apologize for being a size queen," Kat said, saying the actress's name for the first time directly. "No matter how good a dick is, sometimes you just want to lie back and get completely invaded."

"Yes! You get it!" the actress said.

"Trust me, girl," Kat said, as the actor pushed her legs nearly behind her head and shoved himself in her ass again. "If I'm not fucking John? I want someone hung like a horse."

"I'm such a slut for big dicks," the actress said before pulling me into a kiss.

Her lips were full, soft pillows. They were like the lip equivalent to her outstanding natural breasts. She had insane control over her pussy and squeezed it repeatedly, making her already tight, velvety tunnel even more unrelenting on my pistoning cock. I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum. These types of situations were impossible to hold back in. Her fame. Her looks. Knowing her secret lust. But it was Kat's performance a few feet away that pushed me over the edge.

"Don't hold back, babe," Kat encouraged the actor. "You can fuck my ass like it's a pussy. I'm such a naughty anal-loving slut! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

My balls twitched. I was ready to blow, and I realized I needed to find out where the actress wanted it.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered to her between kisses.

She took the statement as the question it was meant to be.

"Put it inside me," she said simply. "I don't like to get sticky."

She covered my mouth with another kiss, and it didn't take long from there to unload in her pussy. Once I was finished, she pushed herself up on her elbows, as if she was rising to go. But instead she looked over at the actor and Kat. He was pummeling her ass, and she loved it. Her head thrashed from side to side in pleasure. She let one hand tweak a pierced nipple, which I knew heightened her pleasure. The other moved furiously over her clit. It was erotic to see her have another orgasm at the same time the actor pumped her ass full of cum.

"Jesus," the actress said softly, pushing her tits against my shoulder. "Does she really like it that much?"

"Oh yeah," I said.

"That was fun," she said and then slid off the bed. "Thanks."

She had just reached the door of the bedroom when the actor finished up with Kat, excusing himself to the restroom to clean up. The actress opened the door and left, closing it behind her. Kat turned on her side and grinned at me.

"Daddy, that was insane," she said.

"This whole party is insane," I said. "Next level."

"How was she?" Kat asked, rolling off the bed and climbing in next to me. She gave me a kiss before I could answer.

"Tight," I said. "Fun mostly because of who she is. Him?"

"Fine," she said. "The same. Like. Worth doing once just to say I had him."

"So you still love me then?" I said playfully.

"You above all others, my darling husband," she said and kissed me again.

"What do you say we see what trouble we can get into next?" I suggested.

"How did you know I was just getting started tonight, daddy?" Kat said.

"Who said I was talking about you?" I said. "My appetite is barely whetted."

"Will you save some energy to DP me with someone?" she asked sweetly.

"Always, Kitty Kat," I said.

"Yay!" she said and clapped her hands together cutely.

I put my hand on her ass and gave it a squeeze. She smiled at me, biting her lower lip, and a little bolt of energy shot through me. It was good to see her feeling carefree, at least fleetingly. I knew the anxiety still lurked beneath the surface, but it was important to be able to not let that consume her entirely. I smiled back at her and followed her out of the room. We had no idea that our sexual appetites had only barely gone through the first courses.

* * *

The party continued to thump. As time had drawn on, there were fewer large groups of people as many had clustered into pairs or threes or fours. The haze of smoke was even thicker than before. The only friend among the faces I saw was Jason. He had his head buried between the thighs of a cute, sexy actress who had been nominated for an Oscar in her first movie and had since become a well-known party girl. She smoked a cigarette while he ate her pussy, her leg draped over his shoulder with her back against the wall.

Kat and I were going to make a lap when Jess popped through the doors that led from the back yard. She almost manically came over to us. Her pupils were huge. She smiled broadly. Her right breast had a hickey on it, and there were a few grains of cocaine under her nose.

"Girl, you need to," Kat said, gesturing to her nose.

Jess complied and said, "John, Rita's looking for you in the other house. Definitely go see her ASAP."

"Looks like you've been getting into trouble," Kat said.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Jess said.

"I probably would," Kat said. "Because I just got fucked by ..." She said the name.

"No fucking way!" Jess said.

"Way," Kat said.

"How was he?" Jess asked.

"Hung," Kat said.

"Okay, I want to hear all about this," Jess said. "Let's blow some lines."

"I'm going to check in with Rita," I said, excusing myself.

"You won't regret it," Jess said knowingly.

* * *

I wound my way past the pool and the conjoined back yards, finding the path littered with naked, copulating bodies. An opera of moans, screams, and utterly filthy dirty talk drifted toward the sky. I didn't dawdle too much, however, because I wanted to see what Rita had in store for me. When I walked into the second house, it took no effort to find her.

As soon as I walked inside, I saw her, standing with Crystal at the bar rubbing a finger vigorously over her gums. Crystal was bent over, hoovering up a line. Rita dipped her finger into a pile of coke again, but this time turned to her right and offered it to Stephanie, who stood smiling next to her. She eagerly accepted the finger, and Rita rubbed her gums. Then they kissed briefly, before Crystal popped up in a blaze of blonde hair as she finished snorting the cocaine.

"Darling!" Rita shouted too loudly when she saw me come in the back door. "Come here and kiss me!"

Her body melted into mine, and her mouth tasted like cigarettes, Champagne, and cocaine. I let my hands fall behind her, squeezing her ass and letting our tongues dance.

"I could fuck you right here," I said in her ear.

"Down, boy," Rita said playfully. "I've got something special for you."

"Ohhh," I said. "I think I like the sound of that."

"Will you girls be okay without me?" Rita said to Stephanie and Crystal, but she was looking at Stephanie when she said it.

"Of course, goddess," Stephanie said with a smile as she accepted the glass straw from Crystal to take her turn at the coke tray.

"Okay, my lovely husband," Rita said, slipping her hand in mind. "Let's go."

She led me to the second floor and down the hallway that extended from the top of the stairs. She escorted me to the back bedroom. The video room, where all the action could be captured by cameras. The red light indicating recording was on, placed at the bottom right of the warning sign that hung from the door.

"Cameras rolling?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Insurance policy," Rita said with a smile.

She opened the door, and I immediately understood. My wife had been scheming. The information she had given me about her new agency venture now made more sense. In the center of the room, kneeling, was Old Katie, my college girlfriend. Her hands were bound behind her back with red, nylon rope, and it terminated in an elaborate coil around her neck.

"Okay!" Rita said brightly when we walked into the room. "Old Katie, now you see that I'm keeping my word. Since you did well at your retraining, here is the reward you asked for."

"Yes, goddess," Old Katie said.

Her voice wasn't meek or bitter. It was steady, even, obedient.

"Retraining?" I said.

"Yes," Rita said, smiling at me. "Maybe now is a fair time to give you an overview of it, my love. What do you say, Old Katie?"

She flinched a little when Rita said "old." But she didn't push back.

"Yes, goddess," she repeated in the same tone.

"In order to have the new agency be successful," Rita began, "and it must be successful, right? We can't have Juliet and Riley sticking out their necks for something that isn't going to be revolutionary. In order for that success, we do want to capitalize on Old Katie's sizable connections and skill in the industry. But we needed to retain her tactics and style."

"You're absolutely right, goddess," Old Katie said.

"I've been working with her for a couple weeks now," Rita confided. "We can't have any of these half-baked schemes that she's been engaging in. How are we supposed to have an agency where the clients couldn't even trust that some personal vendetta might get in the way? My god, it's unconscionable."

Rita took on an exaggerated, outraged tone of voice.

"You've been so patient with me, goddess," Old Katie said.

I marveled at Rita. She was the one who was positioning herself to become a mogul. This was a side of her that was growing exponentially. I knew she loved control. I knew she brimmed with confidence. But this was altogether something else. She was implementing a plan and being disciplined about it. She had a very specific result she wanted here. And I had no doubt she would achieve it -- if she hadn't already.

"You just needed to be re-trained," Rita said, as she walked over to the bed and eyed a variety of sex toys. "It'll be an ongoing process, but, like I said, there will be rewards for good behavior."

"Yes, goddess," Old Katie said.

"I think you like knowing your whole career, the only thing you've worked for all these years, can vanish on my whim," Rita said. "Oh Juliet's or Riley's."

I was more intrigued.

"I do, goddess," she agreed. "I need you to have that power over me."

"Who owns you?" Rita asked, as she settled on a large silicone strap-on. The Ryan strap-on.

"You do, goddess," Old Katie said.

"Is that your free decision?" Rita asked.

"It is," Old Katie said. "I want this. It was my idea."

I arched my eyebrows at Rita, who was putting the strap-on around her waist. She gave me a flat smile.

"Sounds like you do deserve a reward," Rita said, her voice now taking on an exaggerated, saccharine tone.

"Please, goddess," Old Katie pleaded.

"Get on the bed," Rita said, tugging on the exposed portion of the rope hanging from the loop around her neck like a leash.

Old Katie complied, and her ability to stand from her knees without the help of her hands was impressive. She initially bent over the bed, keeping her feet on the floor. But Rita stopped that quickly by giving her a sharp swat on the ass.

"I said on the bed," Rita said.

With more difficulty than getting up off the floor, Old Katie managed to use her right knee and left leg on the ground to leverage herself enough to scale the side of the bed.

"Let your head hang over the side," Rita further instructed.

"Yes, goddess," Old Katie said.

I had to admit, hearing Old Katie submit to my wife was part thrill and complete shock. I was going to enjoy whatever interlude this was, which Rita had set up for us, but I also wanted to just talk to her. To find out what was going on. What the bigger scheme was, even though I could piece some of it together myself.

"John, sweetie, will you fuck her face?" Rita asked.

"What a chivalrous guy has to do," I said with an exaggerated sigh.

"You want my husband, don't you, Old Katie?" Rita said.

"Yes, goddess," she parried again.

"He'll fuck your face," Rita said matter-of-factly. "That's your reward."

"I'm so grateful, goddess," Old Katie said.

And, for the first time, I sensed a crack in her obedient facade. She smiled when she said it, and her tone was largely correct. But I saw something in her eyes. Something Rita couldn't have known because she didn't have the long-term knowledge of Old Katie I did. Her eyes betrayed that her mind was churning, working the issue over and over and probing for weakness and a way out, some advantage or way to regain the upper hand. I made a mental note to talk to Rita, to remind her that whatever game they were playing? They couldn't take their foot off the gas with Old Katie. They had to be vigilant nonstop. I made eye contact with Rita to reinforce that we would talk about something later. She smiled at me and shoved the Ryan dildo all the way in Old Katie's cunt. She screamed at the rough invasion. But she also smiled up at me and cried, "Fuck me!"

As I put my balls against her chin, her tongue flicked out to lick them, and I reminded myself that I had to stay vigilant, too. I was doing something for Rita right now. I was a cog in her machine at the moment, which was fine because she'd bring me into the loop soon. Old Katie's body rocked from the fucking Rita gave her with the strap-on, and she looked up at me with a determined smile.

"I love you," she mouthed.

I smiled back at her and shoved my cock down Old Katie's throat. She gagged, which made Rita give a little yelp of delight just for me. My college girlfriend had always been great at sucking cock, and those skills had only gotten better over the years. Although, I suppose, this wasn't really a blow job so much as me just fucking her throat. But she was still enthusiastic. It got inside my head a little bit. But at least I didn't have any performance issues this time. That was thanks to Rita. I was doing this for her. I'd do anything for her. Or for Kat or Jess or Katie. And maybe there was part of me that liked this submission by my former girlfriend. We hadn't ended on the greatest terms. There hadn't been any huge blow up or anything, but our relationship just kind of wilted on the vine before falling to the ground, like a dead flower. I realized I harbored a little long-held resentment about that, despite the passage of time. It was amplified by the stupid, inexplicable scheme Old Katie had been engaged in. It seemed to have no purpose.

"Fucking take that cock, slut," I growled at Old Katie.

She grunted happily in return. Spit ran all over her face, her throat gurgling. And then she choked. Rita had fucked Old Katie to orgasm, and the combination of that pleasure and the invasion of my cock was too much. She gagged hard, so I gave her a momentary reprieve by pulling myself all the way out of her mouth. But when her orgasm subsided moments later, I plunged back in. I let myself lean forward, resting my hands on the mattress. This brought me closer to Rita. She smiled at me again and leaned forward, too. She kissed me. A jolt of electricity shot through me. Kissing Rita turned me on more than getting my cock sucked by Old Katie. But I needed to hear that, understand it, experience it to realize that it was real. This was a perverted kind of catharsis. I kept kissing Rita, and that alone pushed me to the brink of cumming. Her own look had changed. The hardness of the dominant Rita was gone. She was overtaken by pure adoration that she reserved only for me. She had stopped fucking Old Katie now. She was focused solely on me. I knew my face betrayed everything to her. When she finally broke our kiss, it was to whisper one simple thing.

"Cum for me," she said.

That simple phrase, from someone I loved so completely did more for me than Old Katie ever had.

"I want you to have it," I whispered back.

A devilish grin crawled across Rita's face.

"Then give it to me," she said.

Quickly and deftly, she pulled back from Old Katie, the strap-on glistening with her vaginal juices. She moved fast and hopped off the bed, kneeling next to me. At the same time, I pulled my cock from Old Katie's throat. She gasped and gave a pathetic little whine.

"Here you go, baby," I said, as I presented my cock to Rita.

"God, yes," Rita said, letting a warm breath on my shaft. "I want your cum. So badly."

She enveloped me in her mouth, and the first second of feeling her warm, loving touch meant more than the entire tryst with Old Katie. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock then flicked it back and forth underneath my shaft. She bobbed her head back and forth a few times, and I tapped her head, letting her know I was about to cum.

"I'm going to cum, my love," I said and threw my head back.

Rita moved her head back just enough to keep my tip in her mouth and made her tongue retreat as my first volley of cum shot out. With greedy skill, she sucked me dry.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Rita said happily. "Your cum will always be my favorite."

We embraced, but then she pulled back. The hardness was back in her eyes. Old Katie looked stunned, like she had been deprived of something. Rita sensed it.

"Okay, Old Katie," she said with a sharpness to her words. "You're off the hook for tonight. Go have some fun at the party. Do whatever you want. I'll tell you when I need you again."

"Ye- ... yes, goddess," Old Katie stuttered, sitting up.

Rita quickly and simply untied the shibari rope, and it fell around Old Katie's body. My wife then hooked her arm in mine and led me out of the bedroom. She closed the door behind us. Halfway down the hall, she stopped and turned to me.

"How'd I do?" she asked, beaming.

"Incredible," I said. "I hope you'll explain the whole picture to me."

"Don't worry, darling," she said. "I will. I most definitely will."

* * *

I had hit the point of the night when the party turned into a blur. I needed some time to recover from all the sexual shenanigans, but that proved to be a challenge because this A-list orgy burned white-hot and seemingly had no end to its source of fuel. As the clock moved into the wee hours of the morning, it felt like the heady combination of alcohol and drugs had completely stripped away any decision-making abilities. Everyone had become like sexual zombies, simply seeking the next fix of pleasure. It was unbridled, filled with urgency, and all about stoking the need to feed the desire for cock or cunt or mouth or ass.

It was useless, I realized, to try to make some logical connection about the pairings or groupings that popped it. Because there were so many familiar faces, seeing them wrapped in intimate moments prompted a reaction of shock. That was the natural reaction, but you had to get past it. These were people of privilege. And what I had learned was that part of their privilege? Extended to events like this. If everyone had mutual understanding coming into it, and no one rocked by the boat by being disrespectful or causing issues? It truly was the ultimate paradise to play in.

I got one final lesson in that principle before the party was over. After letting my voyeuristic side feast for about an hour, I bumped into Katie near the pool. She was sharing a joint with a stunning blonde actress who, at that moment, was one of the few who could rival Juliet's fame. They appeared to be talking excitedly, and it didn't slow down when I approached.

"Oh my god, daddy!" Katie said and greeted me with a kiss.

She reeked of marijuana and tasted like cocaine. Her eyes were wild, like they got when she was partying hard and just being the carefree Katie I loved so much. Her nipples were hard, and my hands couldn't resist squeezing her ass.

"So this is the famous John," Katie's companion said, her Australian accent light.

"I don't know about famous," I said, shrugging. "Just John."

"Like I said," Katie interjected, as I held my eyes to the actress's. "And John has heard this a million times. I can do coke or not do coke. But when I'm doing coke? I'm fucking doing coke."

"We're like sisters," the actress exclaimed. "People would die if they knew," she continued and paused after naming a movie that had helped her break into superstardom. "I did real cocaine. Every scene."

"That's a lot of coke," I whistled.

"I'd plow through an eight ball before lunch," she said.

"We are like sisters!" Katie said, her voice bubbly. "I hope you used method acting for the sex scenes then, too."

"No, seriously," she replied, "we did. I let him cum in me."

"You're joking," Katie said, and I could see her fantasizing about the actress's lead in that movie.

"Fuck no," the actress said before taking a hit off the joint, which was almost finished. "Do you think I'd let the chance to fuck him slide by? Method acting or not. I wanted that dick. Easily the most famous guy I've had."

"How was it?" Katie asked, voice dripping with jealousy.

"Fabulous," she said and rolled her eyes. "But once he's had you? He's done with you."

"I feel like a lot of those guys are like that," Katie said.

"Yeah, I suppose so," the actress said. "But it doesn't bother me. I'm happily married. If I can stick my toe in those ponds once, it's usually enough. I mean, you get it, obviously. What was Stephen like?"

"Stephen?" I said, cutting in.

Katie looked at me sheepishly.

"Yeah, things might have gotten a little crazy earlier," she said.

"I hear he is hung and knows how to use it," the actress said.

"He is very considerate," Katie said.

"Speaking of considerations," she said. "Let's maybe consider some more coke?"

"Fuck yes," the actress said. "Once I get on the coke train, I can't get off."

"I just want more and more," Katie agreed. "Coming, daddy?"

"You know my rule, love," I said. "I never tell a pretty girl no."

"Is that so?" the actress said, cutely crinkling her snub nose.

"My very first rule," I said.

"He's a keeper, doll," she said with a laugh.

And then Katie asserted herself in a way that surprised me.

"Should we check out the coke setup in one of the bedrooms?" she suggested.

Reflexively, both Katie and I glanced at the actress.

"I love that idea," she said enthusiastically.

The whirlwind kick-started again. Katie and the actress held hands as we walked with purpose up the stairs to an empty bedroom. They had a couple whispered exchanges as we went, but they were too quiet for me to overhear. The heavy activity of the night had just started to get to me. I was aware of the symphony of sex happening around us, but my sights were set squarely on the two asses swishing back and forth in front of me.

In the bedroom, the girls huddle over the coke like it was treasure. Katie cut lines with such speed and efficiency that the actress couldn't help but express her admiration.

"Girlie, I've never seen anyone cut coke like that," she said. "You're the queen!"

Katie offered her the straw first, and the actress snorted four lines so casually, it made Katie and I exchange grins.

"It really turns you on to see other girls fuck your husband?" the actress said when she finally stood up again, wiping her nose and offering the straw to Katie.

"My pussy tingles just thinking about it," Katie said.

The actress walked over to me, gliding her fingertips over my arm and brushing her lips against my cheek.

"I've never fucked someone's husband in front of them before," she whispered. "But I'm an uncontrollable slut around married men."

Her breath was warm and sweet against my face. My cock throbbed. Was this really happening?

"I never really developed emotional attachments to guys," Katie said after snorting one line. "Until John. I would just sleep around and have fun."

She snorted a second line while the actress replied.

"That's how I handled moving from modeling to Hollywood," she said. "My guiding light was to do coke like a man and say yes to anyone who wanted to fuck. I admit it. I left a trail of bodies to get to the top. I didn't care. I love to fuck."

"I like the sound of that," I interjected and ran a hand over the actress's pert, athletic ass.

"Once John showed me what love is?" Katie said before casually hitting a third line. "I learned what a thrill it is to see him fuck another girl and come back to me. It turns me on so fucking much."

She hit a fourth line and came over to us. Her hand slid over my cock. She brushed her tits against the actress's arm.

"I feel like we're long lost sisters," the actress said. "And I have to confess. I love girls with big tits."

"If you fuck my man, I'll let you play with these natural boobs all day," Katie said with a laugh. She brought over a couple bumps to me on the back of her hand.

"I love natural titties," the actress said, her hand now brushing across my growing cock. "I'm not into girls except for making out with them and their titties."

She laughed, and Katie and I both joined her.

"Why don't you lie down, sweetie," Katie suggested. "You can take his dick while we make out."

"I can't wait to feel this inside me," the actress said, running her hand down my full, erect length now and cupping my balls. "Coke makes you really hard, huh?"

"And seeing pretty girls do it," I said.

"Well, then, if I've done my part in getting you hard," she said and hopped up onto the bed. "I think it's time for me to reap my reward."

She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I probably looked too eager as I stepped between her thighs, pushing her legs wider apart with my hands and then pushing my tip against her glistening vaginal lips. At the same time I pushed forward into her, Katie pushed her tits into her face. The actress moaned, and I matched it when I felt her tight, velvety canal give way. She had a fantastic snatch. Pretty. Talented. A great attitude. Super chill. Loved cocaine. And a great fuck? It wasn't fair.

"God, you have great tits, Katie," the actress breathed.

"Your tongue is amazing," Katie gasped. "Daddy, if you talk dirty to me, I think I can cum just from her sucking my tits!"

"Like how much tighter her pussy is, sweetie?" I said. It came out as more of a grunt.

"Is she, daddy?" Katie said, her voice soft and sultry.

"So much tighter," I said. "Tighter than your asshole."

"Oh god," Katie gasped. "Do you like fucking her?"

"I love fucking her," I echoed. "If I had to pick, I'd fuck her first every time and make you watch."

"Holy fuck, daddy," Katie panted. "Don't stop."

"You'd only get my cock when I let you clean her pussy juice off me," I said, and I could tell she was getting close to cumming. "To taste me, you'd have to taste her."

"I'm going to fucking cum!" Katie cried. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"Geez, Katie, that's nuts!" the actress exclaimed when Katie had calmed down. "Shit, now I'm going to fucking cum."

I was on a mission now, feeling the actress squeeze me ever-more-tightly. She came hard, and it took all my concentration not to lose it right there. She was so wickedly tight. But I was intent on delivering a command performance. Katie could sense it, and she helped me out. When she stopped shaking from her own orgasm, she started talking dirty as she moved down the actress's body.

"I want you to cum inside her, daddy," Katie said.

"Do it," the actress agreed. "Put you cum in me while your wife has to sit and watch."

She was good at this. She had done it before.

"Fuck, okay, I'm going to cum," I announced.

The actress wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer into her and made seductive, unwavering eye contact with me.

"Blow that load," she said in her cute Australian accent.

"You're so fucking hot," I said lamely as the sperm rocketed through my balls and plastered itself inside her gorgeously tight vagina.

"Oh, my god!" she cried. "It's so warm. That's the best feeling. I love it!"

I leaned forward and kissed her. But I could feel Katie's warm skin near us. I reluctantly pulled my cock out of her tight cunt and looked at my wife. Her eyes were on fire. She looked so desperate for me.

"Clean me off," I ordered.

"Yes, daddy," Katie said. "Whatever you tell me."

I rolled onto my back, and Katie moved between my legs. The actress had stood up and stalked the cocaine again, taking two quick bumps.

"You two are so cute and fun," she said. "Thanks for the ride."

And, just that casually, she was gone, leaving us alone in the bedroom. Katie cleaned my cock lovingly, and something new and playful came over her face. I read her expression correctly.

"What?" I prompted.

"I have a surprise, daddy," Katie said.

"What, baby?" I asked.

"My album has a release date," she said.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "When? Why did you wait to tell me?"

"I wanted to surprise you," she said. "Tonight. I haven't even told the others. I only found out this afternoon."

"So, when is it?" I prodded.

"One month from today," she said.

"Isn't that ..." I said before she cut me off.

"Yeah," Katie said, nodding her head. "One week before Riley's new album."

"On the same label, too, huh?" I said.

"Yes, daddy," Katie said, smiling. "And that means we're going to go on tour again. But this time?"

She paused. I waited with bated breath for her to finish the statement.

"It's just me and Riley," Katie said. "I'll open. She'll headline."

"This is huge," I said.

"I'm not even that nervous, daddy," she said and cuddled up to me. "Because of you. You have faith in me, so I know I can do it."

"You are going to crush this, Katie," I said sincerely. "I'm so proud of you.

"I hope so," she said.

"You're going to be a fucking pop star," I said and grabbed her in my arms.