Traffic Girl - Stephanie, Ch. 4

Author's Note: For the second time already in this book, I decided to split up chapters. This was originally supposed to have an additional vignette in it at the end. But I felt like that needed to be separated out. So this is a touch on the shorter side (for recent installments), but I want to keep the focus on what's important, and this is a good, standalone chapter to catch up with Katie. Don't worry, though, Stephanie is not going in the background. Wait until Chapter 5.

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Katie's music career could be summed up in one word: Hot. Besides Riley, there really was no other competition among female pop stars for her after only one album and her first U. S. tour. Maybe because she had gotten off to such a scorching start, we snuck away to Aspen for our private getaway. She wanted to cool off. She wanted to feel isolated and maybe even get a sense of invisibility.

Kat, Jess, and Rita couldn't have picked a better spot for us to achieve that. We were whisked away to Aspen and a luxurious, far too large residential suite at the Hotel Jerome. Snow had been pouring down at an astonishing rate almost as soon as we landed. By the time we were comfortable in our suite, four inches had fallen. The conditions were a full-on blizzard.

"It's okay, daddy," Katie said about the weather. "The only skiing I'm interested in doing takes place inside."

Katie needed a prolonged period to slow down. The long tour with Riley, followed by a whirlwind recording session for her first album, and then another tour put her at risk of burnout. At the same time, she was extremely prolific in her song writing. She didn't want to stop, but I pushed her to pull back the reins a bit so she could enjoy life. She kept writing every day, and she would even record here and there for a second album, but I tried to convey that the quality of her work would be better if she allowed herself time to recover. The industry was a constant grind. On top of the demands of recording and touring, the internet age gave rise to a constant need for new content. That meant social media, press, and seemingly all-access availability. All the time. If you were out of the cycle, you were out of mind.

Not that all of it wasn't fun or that we didn't tackle it with the utmost luxury, but the demands of live performances and the predilection to party hard took an inevitable toll.

"I'm so glad we get to do this, Katie," I said, putting my arms around her waist.

"Me, too, daddy," she said and kissed me softly on the lips.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and gazed up at me, her pupils blown up wide from the coke we'd done on our flight over. She wore a long, thick sweater with arms too long for her, so they covered her hands in the warm cashmere. I reached my hands underneath and felt her firm breasts swinging freely, braless underneath.

"Daddy!" she screamed. "Your hands are so cold!"

"Sorry, baby," I said and nuzzled my lips into her neck.

"Let's take a bath," Katie suggested. "To warm up."

Our suite had a massive four-poster bed, glorious views of Aspen Mountain, and a deep, sexy claw-foot tub. I turned the water on hot and let it fill, while Katie chopped up some party favors on the granite top of the double vanity. I went into the suite's spacious living room -- which, despite being large, was divided into four separate, intimate seating areas -- and pulled a bottle of red wine from the beverage chiller. I pulled the cork and poured two glasses. I brought them into the bathroom with me, where Katie was brushing her hair.

"You waited for me," I said, smiling at her in the mirror. She had stripped naked while I poured the wine, and I drank in her round breasts and the swell of her hips. I loved the outrageous curves she packed into a petite frame.

"I've got to make sure my hair isn't tangled before it gets wet," she said. "Otherwise I'll never get it straight."

Thin wisps of steam rose from the bathtub, and Katie's long, dirty blonde hair draped over her shoulders to beautifully frame her breasts. They shook gently as she brushed her hair, and I drank her in for a couple moments. Her eyes were tired. The nonstop schedule of touring, writing, and recording had kept her on a breakneck pace for more than a year.

"You're beautiful," I said, putting down the glasses on the vanity next to the waiting lines of coke.

"I'm tired," she said, as if reading my mind.

"You've been burning the candle at both ends," I said, putting my arms around her waist from behind.

"I can't stop," she said and smiled weakly. "Riley says -- and I know she's right -- that you've got to keep up with the momentum of fame, otherwise it'll leave you behind."

She slipped out of my embrace, her hand grasping mine lovingly before she sauntered over to the marble vanity. She picked up a glass straw and tapped it briefly against the countertop.

"Thank god for cocaine, right?" she said with a delirious smile after she snorted two generous lines.

"I never get tired of it," I said and grinned at her.

"Watching? Or doing?" Katie said and walked toward me again, her hips swaying lusciously.

"Both," I said.

Our hands touched briefly as I took my turn at the vanity, snorting two lines, and then picking up the two glasses of wine. I watched Katie test the water in the tub with her toe. It felt right, so she slipped into the deep basin. Her breasts hung deliciously. The curve of her ass created a silhouette that made my cock stir. And I loved how long her hair had gotten, draped down her back.

"Here you go, my love," I said, handing her a glass of wine.

"God, this feels so good," Katie said.

I lowered myself into the tub across from her, careful to keep my glass away from the water cascading out of the faucet. It took a little maneuvering for us to get comfortable, and we rearranged ourselves so our legs were intertwined, and we each sat at opposite ends. I turned off the water once it had covered us to our chests, and we reached forward to clink glasses.

"I needed this," Katie said, taking a long drink and then closing her eyes and letting the deliciously warm water soak her.

"You deserve this, too," I said.

Our feet teased one another as we allowed the water to work its way over our muscles, warming us. There was something deeply soothing about a bath and satisfying about the warmth after being in the cold.

"I feel like this is the first time things haven't been a whirlwind in like a year," Katie said. "Like, I mean, at this moment the world actually feels like it's slowed down."

"Good," I said. "I think that's the point of this trip."

Katie looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn't. She just stopped and let her eyes lock on mine. We took each other in and didn't say anything. Five minutes passed, and she finally spoke up.

"Is that the only point?" Katie asked, arching her eyebrows and moving one of her petite feet to my crotch, rubbing my cock with the sole.

"Of course not," I said. "But I do want you to unwind."

"You know what helps me unwind?" Katie asked rhetorically.

"A couple lines of coke and a cock up your ass?" I said with a laugh.

She smiled at me, and the tired lines on her face became suddenly more pronounced.

"I think I'm almost done writing for the next album," she said and then flashed a satisfied smile.

I could see her relish the look of pleased surprise on my face.

"Are you serious?" I said with a wry grin, evoking our long-time favorite line used by Crystal.

"Riley said she thinks it's amazing," she said, beaming.

"Wow," I said, "you really have been busy."

"What, you think when we're working it's all coke and fucking?" Katie asked with a laugh.

"Do you want to tell me about it? Or are you not ready to share?" I asked.

"I'm glad you asked that," Katie said. "I actually have put a lot of thought into this, from a musical perspective but also from the point of view of where I see myself in the market."

"Interesting," I said, unable to hide that I was impressed by her depth of thought.

"So, daddy, I actually have so much to tell you about this," she said. "I want to get your honest reaction to it."

"Lay it on me, Katie," I said.

"Riley and I have been talking about how we can best leverage our friendship," Katie began. "Like, how do we position ourselves so that our fans feel like I'm not just some derivative of her, you know?"

"That makes sense," I said. "And I assume Riley isn't looking to shift her brand, as it were."

"Definitely not," Katie said and took a sip of wine. "She's pretty well-established, to say the least."

We both laughed. Riley was the undisputed global force in pop music.

"But you know how Riley is this all-American girl next door?" Katie said, and I nodded. "Well, for a few reasons we feel like it would be really good to position me as a kind of naughtier version of that."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"So, like, if Riley is always poised and composed and holds things close to the vest so that you can kind of paint your own picture of her?" Katie continued. "I would be like ... almost an alter-ego to her that's super slutty in my music."

"Okay..." I muttered, letting that sink in. Katie filled the space occupied by my silence.

"And I would couple that lyrical sluttiness, as I've kind of started to think of it," she said, "with being a huge tease. On stage. In publicity, like in interviews and stuff. I would be highly sexual but make it clear that I'm a tease. The thought is it would drive people into a frenzy, good and bad, which is exactly what you want."

It started to make sense to me.

"I get it," I said and met her eyes.

It was impossible not to see the excitement on her face. This persona was the perfect fit for Katie on an intellectual and sexual level. A public-facing image like that would make it very easy to deny as creative license any wild rumors that might stem from her private life, no matter how true they were.

"I wasn't sure about it at first, either," Katie said. "But the one thing I knew is that I wanted to be able to be really honest in my songs. I wanted the lyrics to really represent the real me."

"Sounds a little dangerous," I said.

"It is!" she agreed. "That's the point. If I'm the real me in the lyrics -- that's the medium where it's easier to say you're just making things up. And then I cover it in this veneer of a teasing, mysterious artist who is living a fantasy out through her music."

"You've thought this through," I observed.

"I have," she said. "It's the music I want to write. That's the most important thing. All the image stuff? I mean, whatever, I can be anything. It's like acting. All part of the fantasy I create for the fans."

"I know I don't have to tell you, but I'm really curious about the new songs," I said.

"Let me sing you one," she said, smiling, and downed the rest of her wine before launching into an acapella version of a new song.

Silk sheets and secrets, a soft, whispered sound

New constellations when the right folks are found

No need for introductions, just a knowing glance

Stepping into a rhythm, an intimate dance

This is a different kind of spark

Leaving behind the shadows, embracing the dark

A wicked unfolding, craving release

Finding new peace in naked connections

We're building bridges, one touch at a time

Exploring the edges, an insatiable climb

When lines start to blur, everything's fine

In this fluid embrace, we're learning to soar

Always discovering, always wanting more

Eyes meet and linger, a smile, soft and deep

No promises made, just a tapestry woven

Sliding together through in a long, velvet night

Stepping into a rhythm, an intimate dance

This is a different kind of spark

Leaving behind the shadows, embracing the dark

A wicked unfolding, a craved release

Finding new peace in naked connections

We're building bridges, one touch at a time

Exploring the edges, an insatiable climb

When lines start to blur, everything's fine

In this fluid embrace, we're learning to soar

Always discovering, always wanting more

Never conventional, transcending what others say

Seizing our freedom, making a world of our own

Bodies blend in a journey of endless trysts

Finding new peace in naked connections

We're building bridges, one touch at a time

Exploring the edges, an insatiable climb

When lines start to blur, everything's fine

In this fluid embrace, we're learning to soar

Always discovering, always wanting more

Katie sang with her eyes closed, and opened them when she finished. She had a voice that ranged from a gravelly richness to songbird purity when she hit high notes, and she liked to show off that rare vocal talent. This was an upbeat tune, fast-paced, and I thought that was intentional to hide the overtly open sexuality she had written about. Anyone listening to it could gloss over the lyrics and just enjoy a ripping pop song.

"That's called 'Building Bridges,'" she said.

"I get it," I said. "I totally get it. Everything you sang was just perfectly explained. It's completely encapsulated in that."

"Did you like it, daddy?" Katie asked, her stare begging for approval.

"I love it, darling," I said. "It's seriously sexy."

The pride in her smile made my heart melt, and Katie leaned forward.

"You're seriously sexy, daddy," she said. "I was so nervous to sing it to you. I can only imagine what people would say about it. But I think it's going to be a lot of fun. It's almost like we can have this dirty secret right out there in public."

"If you keep up this level of success," I said, "we're going to have to be really, really careful people don't find out it's true."

"They won't find out, daddy," she said. "We've learned to be careful. And protected."

"I know," I said and pulled her by the back of the neck into me.

Our kiss was electric. Her mouth tasted like wine and cocaine, and it supercharged my desire for her. We broke briefly to set down our glasses but quickly locked lips again, and I reveled in the feeling of her nipples growing hard against my chest.

"You are so fucking sexy," I panted in Katie's ear.

"I want you, daddy," she panted.

"I love the idea of your fans lusting after you," I said.

"I do, too," Katie said. "I love the idea of knowing all these people will be fantasizing about me while they have sex. Or, better yet, all these guys will be jerking off. Just the thought of the attention makes me wet."

"You are such a slut," I said.

"Your slut," she said. "Daddy's good girl."

"Bend over," I ordered. "I want to eat your pussy."

Katie stood up, the water wicking off her satiny skin. She was a vision of femininity as she turned around. Her small frame made her ass look rounder than it objectively was, but it gave her such seductive curves.

"Yes, sir," Katie said.

She bent down and placed her hands on the curved edge of the tub. Her ass cheeks spread apart slightly, and she gave me a full view of her slit. Water beaded on her skin. I got on my knees and pushed forward through the splashing water in the tub and didn't waste any time. I dove straight and ate her ass, my tongue greedily probing the hairless, light pink, crinkled surface.

"Oh, daddy!" Katie gasped. "You're in a naughty mood!"

"I love your ass," I said, breathing hard as I focused on giving her a second bath, this one with my tongue.

"Getting my butt licked is always the weirdest sexy feeling," Katie said, her breathing long and measured. "I love it."

"I love every inch of you," I said, then readjusted Katie's thighs so her pussy sat squarely over my mouth.

I spent the next fifteen minutes bringing her to two orgasms with my tongue. By that time, the water had started to cool down enough that it wasn't quite comforting anymore. Katie kissed me sloppily, greedily enjoying her own juices off my face. We toweled off, and a chill ran over us.

"I want to suck you, daddy, but I'm cold," Katie said with a giggle, batting her eyes in an innocent, girl-next-door kind of way.

"Come on then," I said, smiling and taking her hand.

In the living room of the suite, the fireplace roared. In front of it sat a tall-backed armchair. I sat down and pulled Katie onto my lap. We kissed, and the heat emanating from the glass-fronted fireplace kept us warm.

"See?" I said. "Best of both worlds."

Katie kissed me then slid onto the thick carpet on her knees. "No, daddy," she said, resting her elbows on my thighs. Her smile was expectant and eager. "Now it's the best of both worlds."

Her blonde hair danced across my lap, and my cock disappeared in her mouth. Katie had me all the way in her throat, then moved her head side to side to get it even deeper. I felt her tongue caress my balls. She was that deep. I pushed my head back into the chair and let out a deep groan.

"Fuck yes," I said and ran my hands through her hair.

Katie put on a clinic in giving a sloppy, disciplined, leisurely blow job. She was savoring it, and it crossed my mind that it had been a long time since we had had a relaxed, unrushed, undistracted session together. Life had just been that busy, and in these first moments in Aspen, I felt instantly and deeply reconnected to Katie in a way I hadn't even realized I was missing.

"I've missed just being able to focus only on you, daddy," Katie said, as if reading my mind. "I love that we can take our time. No distractions. No pressure."

"Yes, baby," I said and pushed her head back onto my cock.

She combined a perfect mixture of suction and sloppiness, careful to also pay special attention to my balls. It was a clinic in building me toward a climax. But just as I felt like I could see the end of the line coming, Katie popped her head off. She pushed her mouth onto mine, kissing me with an aggressive, needy tongue.

"Daddy, my pussy is on fire," she said. "I'm so wet. I need your big dick in me."

Without waiting for my response, Katie stood up and straddled me. She reached between her legs and found the base of my cock, holding it steady as she sank down on my shaft. I felt her wetness spread against my own thighs as I bottomed out inside her, and we both gave out a satisfied, happy groan at the same time.

"God, that's so good!" Katie exclaimed.

"You're so tight," I said before kissing her neck.

I worked my way down to her tits and sucked them into my mouth, savoring her erect nipples, as Katie started to slowly work her hips up and down. We fucked slowly, creating a luscious friction that would have the effect of maximizing the cum I would shoot.

"Please don't hold back, daddy," Katie said. "I want to feel it. You know making you cum tells me I'm being a good girl."

"I am going to flood your cunt, baby," I said.

She ran her hand across my jaw line and gazed at me adoringly, pulling my face into her tits again, smothering me with them as she started to raise herself up high and thrust down with focused strokes. The combination of my mouth sucking on her tits and my dick filling up her pussy made her cum loudly. She then focused on riding me to make me cum. And she wasn't shy about telling me so.

"I want it, daddy," she said. "I want it, daddy. Give it to me, daddy!"

The begging in her voice had a powerful effect on me. This newly minted pop star, my wife, growing into her own in a way I never dreamed, was just desperate for me to cum in her. There was no more heady feeling with a beautiful girl. And I gave it to her. With a primal grunt, I thrust my hips up and ejaculated with ferocity. My hands moved to her ass, gripping them hard and keeping her pussy on my cock. I envisioned every spurt coating her walls.

"Fuck, Katie," I said, kissing her neck, my voice coming out surprisingly hoarse.

"God, daddy," she said. "That's so much cum. I'm so warm inside."

My hands moved all over her body, and we kissed. It was deep and intimate, and it portended that we both wanted more. I was on fire for Katie. Watching her grow into the person she was now had given me a mental perspective of her, at times, that made her seem far away. Here in our hotel room in Aspen, we were indivisibly intertwined, connected in a way only two lovers could be.

"I want you again," I told her. "I want your slutty ass right now."

"Mmm, daddy," she said, her voice teasing. "Let's not stop then. Can we just stay right here? Set up in front of the fireplace, and you can ravage me however you want?"

"I like that," I said, and we kissed one more time.

We took the big comforter off the bed and stacked pillows around it, creating a cozy palette in front of the fireplace. I retrieved the wine and glasses from the bathroom, pulling out another bottle of red wine for good measure. Katie cut lines of cocaine on a cleverly improvised surface. The coffee table was circular and leather, but there was a circular, glass-topped side table next to it. She popped off the glass top and put it on the coffee table, piling a mound of coke in the center and fanning out a circular array of lines around it.

"That's actually really beautiful," I said as she finished the last line with the carbon fiber card.

"I felt creative," she said and smiled.

"This fire feels so good," I said. "I think my hands are finally warm."

"They were freezing, oh my god," Katie said and grinned at me.

"You're so hot, you warmed them up," I said with a laugh.

Katie rolled her eyes.

"You first, daddy," she said and extended the glass straw. "Then you can watch."

Katie watched me as I did two lines, taking a couple long sips of wine. I took a moment to savor that unique rush of cocaine. No other intoxicant compared. I pinched my nose closed and shut my eyes, only for a moment, but Katie noticed.

"You're savoring those," she said, her face close to me as I opened my eyes again.

"You cut them just the right size," I said.

"What can I say?" Katie said, batting her eyelids. "I like my lines like I like my dicks. Fat."

She laughed and took the straw. As she kneeled before the glass tabletop, I positioned myself so my groin was even with her ass. I wanted her to feel the effect it would have on me. Katie sniffed hard, then let out an almost orgasmic exhale before she repeated the process and finished with an even more intensely satisfied exhale.

"Fuck, that's electric!" Katie exclaimed, then rubbed her finger on the bare spot where the four lines had been a short time ago. She licked the finger clean, then leaned back into me. "I felt your dick get hard, daddy."

I slid my burgeoning cock between her thigh gap.

"I wanted you to see exactly what it does to me," I said.

"Daddy, I know what it does to you," she said. "I've felt it more times than I can count."

"I bet it's still as good as the first time, every time," I said.

Katie turned around. She got on her knees, putting her face at neck level with me.

"It's better," she said and placed her hands on my chest as she rose up to give me a kiss. "You don't mind that I'm an insatiable cokehead?"

She gave a little laugh.

"You're a pop star," I said. "You've got to live the sex and drugs lifestyle."

I matched her laugh and put my hands on her ass again. I pulled her to me, which forced us to lie on the ground. She let her lips hover just above mine for a moment as we gazed into each other's eyes. Our eyelashes almost touched. I could feel Katie's warm breath on my face.

"I want to forget about all that for a couple days," she said. "I don't want to be Katie the pop star for a couple days. I just want to be a good little slut for daddy."

"Okay, baby," I said.

"Sometimes I miss the simple life," she said with a smile.

Then we melted into each other, and we fell into a sexual frenzy that didn't stop for hours. Somewhere along the way, we forgot to stop and eat dinner. We instead feasted on cocaine, wine, and sins of the flesh. And what delicious sins they were. Katie truly was insatiable. She focused all her energy on me, knowing that she would get off countless times in the process. She sucked my cock until her jaw was sore. I fucked her across the floor, leaving us in a giggling heap when I finally shot a load of cum that landed from her pussy lips up to her neck. We powered through five bottles of wine and easily more than an eight-ball of cocaine.

When I finally begged off, Katie still tried to get me hard one more time. But after five orgasms and almost ten hours of relentless sexual activity, my cock simply wouldn't cooperate. I stumbled into the palate on the floor after a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up and expected Katie to join me, which she said she would do in a minute.

I woke up six hours later. The fireplace was still full of lapping gas-powered flames. Gray light crept into the room. And Katie still sat on the floor, her knees tucked under her. Her hair covered her face, and she was scribbling furiously on a pad of paper. I sat up and watched her. She didn't notice me. The glass tray of cocaine, which had been full of lines the last I remembered, was three-quarters clean. I cleared my throat, and it jarred Katie's attention.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed and hopped up like an Olympic athlete.

"You're up early," I said, my voice gruff.

"I didn't make it to bed," she said sheepishly. "I was going to, but I had this little pebble of an idea for a song in the back of my head. So I decided to have just one more line to see if I could flesh it out, and, well, that just kind of led to a huge burst of creativity, and I couldn't stop. I've gone through, like, fifteen drafts, but I think I've got it. I think this is going to be the first single on the new album."

Katie spoke so fast, you really couldn't relate to it if you didn't know what an all-night cocaine binge was like. It was a form of mania that could go in a good or bad way. For Katie, it clearly had gone a great way.

She crawled across the floor to meet me in the pile of blankets, her eyes wild and hair unbridled. Still naked, she smelled like sex from our marathon that had lasted into the wee hours. I wondered if this is what it was like when she and Riley locked themselves away to write, which they had done so frequently. At the same time, I loved this side of Katie. She had boundless energy and endless creativity. To see her blossom into the most talented version of herself was something I took tremendous pride in because I felt like I -- and our whole group -- had helped release from inside her.

"Do you want me to sing it to you?" she asked. "It's kind of hard to get the gist without the tune. I think it's going to be a super upbeat kind of clubby song, but it is exactly what I was talking to you about last night with how I'm trying to present myself as someone selling this sexy sort of fantasy."

I couldn't stop smiling, even as I shook through the cobwebs of a brutally indulgent night. Katie's excitement was infectious.

"I would love for you to sing it, babe," I said.

It was adorable as Katie tucked her legs underneath her, shuffled the pieces of paper, and looked down with her tits jutting out sexily as she took a deep breath to prepare.

"Oh, and it's called Taste the Thrill,''" she said before taking a final deep breath to steady herself.

Boy, you're looking at me, but your eyes got a glint I adore

Got that little secret, honey, makes me want you even more

Something's different, sugar, a subtle shift in your perfume

Tell me, darling, who's been playing in your midnight room?

A sudden late night, baby, when you swear you're all alone

My body's doing shivers, my heart's a wild drum

Knowing there's a game you're playing, and I'm ready for what's to come

I wish you'd let me watch it, to see what you want done

Cause I wanna taste it, yeah, I wanna taste the thrill

On your pretty, pretty lips, standing perfectly still

I wanna feel the fire, the wicked, sweet perfume

Of another girl's lipstick, lighting up this very room

Just a little hint, a whisper, a trace I can discern

The forbidden fruit you're tasting, makes my insides burn

You're talking 'bout forever, with a touch I used to crave

But there's a playful tension, honey, secrets you can't save

Your kisses feel a little wilder, even more intense

Like you're practicing on someone else, and I'm loving the suspense

I see the gifts you're hiding, the passion that you keep

A sudden new cologne, baby, while I'm fast asleep

Knowing there's a game you're playing, and I'm ready for what's to come

I wish you'd let me watch it, to see what you want done

Cause I wanna taste it, yeah, I wanna taste the thrill

On your pretty, pretty lips, standing perfectly still

I wanna feel the fire, the wicked, sweet perfume

Of another girl's lipstick, lighting up this very room

Just a little hint, a whisper, a trace I can discern

The forbidden fruit you're tasting, makes my insides burn

They say temptation's risky, but baby, that's the fun

I love the little danger, under this setting sun

So come on over closer, give me one more kiss, it's true

Let me savor the excitement, honey, straight from you

Cause I wanna taste it, yeah, I wanna taste the thrill

On your pretty, pretty lips, standing perfectly still

I wanna feel the fire, the wicked, sweet perfume

Of another girl's lipstick, lighting up this very room

Just a little hint, a whisper, a trace I can discern

The forbidden fruit you're tasting, makes my insides burn

Yeah, makes me burn, baby, makes me burn

This little secret, I'm ready to learn

Her voice trailed off on the outro, and she looked up from the paper to see my reaction. I was grinning and wide awake now. Like the other song she had sung last night, "Building Bridges," it was catchy and upbeat. Katie clearly liked throwing shocking lyrics together in a way that not every listener would necessarily catch.

"How wet does it make you to sing that?" I asked her.

"Daddy, so wet," she said, exhaling with relief. "Can I confess something?"

"Of course, baby," I said.

"I kept stopping to do bumps and touching my pussy while I was writing it," she said. "I was so turned on to write this. Is it too obvious what it's about?"

"It's pretty obvious," I said. "But it's pretty fucking sexy, don't you think?"

"It is pretty sexy, isn't it?" she said, running a hand through her tangled hair.

"What were you thinking about when you touched yourself?" I asked her, pulling her close to me on the bed.

"Honestly?" she said. "I was thinking about singing that song on stage, and then thinking about one of two things. That you were either fucking another girl while I was doing it, some pretty young thing backstage. Or that you were backstage searching the crowd for a hottie in the audience to fuck in front of me after the show."

"That's fucking hot, my love," I said, my hands tracing the beautiful curve of her breasts.

"Did your dick get enough rest, daddy?" Katie asked. "Because I'm so horny from teasing myself all night."

"It's like brand new," I said and threw my leg over hers, so I could push the semi-hard appendage against her thigh.

"Mmm, daddy," Katie said, brushing her lips across my cheek. "My pussy should be sore from pounding how much you pounded it yesterday, but I get so wet and horny, it doesn't. But maybe you can use my ass a little today? It's feeling neglected."

"Well, I can't have you feeling neglected," I said.

"Can we take a shower?" she asked. "I could freshen up."

"I could use a bump," I said.

"Not coffee?" she said.

I dragged myself to my feet and extended my hands to hers and helped pull her up. I wrapped my arms around her and felt the smooth skin of her body warm against mine.

"Coffee, too," I said. "What do you want to do today?"

Katie looked up at me playfully, but I could see the fire in her eyes, the want.

"We haven't even fucked in the bed yet, daddy," she said, letting a finger glide through my chest hair. "I think we start with that and then see all the fun places for you to fuck me in this suite."

"You don't want to go skiing?" I asked.

"I told you, silly daddy, the only skiing I want to do is inside," she said. "The only thing I want is to be your little coked up fuck toy. Isn't that what you want?"

"I do want that," I whispered in her ear and let my tongue glide around her lobe.

"I'll take that shower and maybe a nap later, but we'll see how much the blow can keep me going," she said with a laugh.

"Can I join you for that shower?" I asked.

"Anything you want, daddy," Katie said, drawing out the words.

It was incredible that she didn't seem the least bit fatigued. But I knew when Katie got bowled over by a wave of creativity that it invigorated her, much the same way the physical exertion of sex made me even more energetic.

We showered and played grabass, but I could sense Katie's desperation for more. Sadly, the shower didn't have the right setup to fuck in it. But an hour later, we lay on our backs, chests heaving, after a cocaine-fueled fuck that left us both speechless.

"Is it weird to say I needed that after how much we did it yesterday?" Katie said, her words coming fast and staccato.

"You needed it," I said with a chuckle.

She sat up and grabbed the round glass table top we were using as a coke tray.

"I can't believe we finished this," she said, running a finger over the surface just in case we had left a grain or two behind.

"You wanna bump up?" I said, putting an arm behind my head and looking at her.

She looked at me with a sheepish grin and nodded.

"I just don't want to deal with a comedown," she said. "You know how sometimes you just feel like partying just clicks? I'm just feeling it. I don't want to stop."

"You'll have to get some sleep eventually," I said.

"Eventually," she said, hopping off the bed and retrieving the baggie of cocaine from the leather coffee table in the living room.

Her tits and ass bounced youthfully as she moved, and my cock felt improbable stirrings again. There was a knock at the door.

"That'll be room service," Katie said.

I grabbed the bath robe I had tossed over the back of a chair after our shower and tied it on. Katie, having the presence of mind to grab the glass tray we'd been using for the cocaine, scurried into the bedroom, and closed the door as I answered the knock. After the attendant had laid out our breakfast feast on the dining room table, I knocked on the bedroom door.

"It's safe," I said, and saw Katie gracefully starting to lay out our third round of twenty-four lines on the glass surface in less than twenty-four hours.

"Let me just do this," Katie said and put the glass straw up her nose once more. Two lines disappeared in the blink of an eye.

I was already climbing into the bed again when Katie passed me the straw, and I took my turn. As I bent down, her fingers snaked their way between my thighs and started fondling my balls.

"You could put it in my ass before breakfast, daddy," she said, her voice saccharine. "Your last load is just starting to leak out. You can lube me up with your cum and put it up my ass."

"Fuck," I said, the coke rush hitting anew. "That's so tempting, Katie."

"I feel you getting hard," she said, her warm hand stroking my shaft lightly.

"You make me feel like Superman," I said.

"You are my Superman, daddy," Katie said and extricated herself from her twisted position beside and beneath me and began to kiss up the side of my body until she reached my lips.

We kissed, and she stroked my cock. I let out a low groan because she was tempting me so severely.

"The food will get cold," I protested weakly.

Katie pulled her lips back and smiled at me.

"You're right," she said playfully. "I haven't eaten in like twenty-four hours. I'm starving!"

"You tease!" I said, playing right back.

"I need to pee," she said. "Will you pour me some coffee?"

"And make you a plate," I said, smacking her butt good-naturedly as she walked toward the bathroom.

The breakfast was hearty and filling, and we didn't realize just how much it hit the spot until we ate it. After skipping dinner the previous night, quiche and eggs benedict were just the thing to satiate our stomachs. There was a bottle of Champagne and carafe of orange juice to go along with two pots of French press coffee, for good measure.

"I'm stuffed," I said when I finished a second round and polished off a third cup of coffee, which tasted rich and bitter.

"That's funny, daddy," Katie said, rising up from her chair next to me at the dining table. "So am I."

She turned around and bent over, spreading her ass cheeks for me as she did. It revealed a blue-jeweled butt plug nestled inside her. My cock stirred.

"Now are you ready to fuck my ass, daddy?" she said, throwing me a wickedly seductive look over her shoulder.

"Get your sweet butt to the bedroom," I ordered and gave her a firm swat.

It had been weeks since I'd reclaimed Katie's ass. We were both craving the naughty deliciousness of anal sex. She had exploded twice with me plowing her back door before finally crying out a third time when I shot my load deep inside her bowels. And when we cuddled up after we were finished, she shot me a devilish smile that knew we were only getting started for the day. That was Katie. That insatiable energy and desire is what had drawn me to her in the first place. It's something we all loved about her.

Our second day in Aspen was almost a carbon copy of the first. Katie and I fucked. Nonstop. Like animals. We drank and did cocaine and indulged every naughty little sensibility that came into our heads. There was this intensity between us, this desire not to stop pleasuring each other until our bodies finally gave way and sleep took us over. We slept hard, and I woke up the next morning with Katie's mouth on my cock.

"Good morning, daddy," she said when my eyes fluttered open.

"Do you really think you can get another load out of me?" I said. "I'm probably dehydrated."

"I can always get another load out of you," Katie said confidently.

"You didn't stay up writing again, did you?" I asked.

"No, daddy, I slept like a baby," she said. "I love when you hold me. I feel so protected."

"Good," I said and put my hands on the back of her head.

But Katie didn't need my guidance on how to blow me. I just liked running my fingers through her hair. She knew just how to get me off, and it only took her a few minutes to get the first load of the day into her mouth. When I finished, we both got up and used the restroom, then brushed our teeth. I ordered coffee and breakfast from room service. We had a couple hours before we went back to the airport. The snow had stopped the night before, and we were content to sit and stare at the winterscape outside our suite.

We spent the last minutes in our bed, still naked, and luxuriated in a final coupling. It was slow, deliberate, and once we had both cum for what we knew had to be the final time on this trip, we talked. We really talked. And I couldn't help but notice how much Katie had changed since I met her. She wasn't a freshly minted nurse who was as interested in fucking doctors and doing coke as anything else. I could see the sense of purpose in her eyes, especially when she talked about her career. She had goals. She had drive. She was brimming with confidence. The future for her -- and for us -- seemed limitless. Maybe that's why we had a blind spot that the ride ahead wouldn't be as smooth as we assumed.