Traffic Girl Ch 17

Author's Note: Thanks everyone for your feedback, votes, and constructive comments. I take to heart questions about where this might be going, but I can simply say that there will be a lot of major developments in the next few chapters, as we wind up the first volume of the tale of Kat and John. What you've been curious about I believe will all be answered.

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It was that mutual declaration of love that led Kat and me to our, "Houston, we have a problem" moment. Where did we go from there? What did we mean by it? Our sexual chemistry was off the charts. Could we translate it to and sustain it in a real, traditional relationship? I was an avowed bachelor. Kat was a public figure, albeit a local one, with a sterling reputation. What would it look like for her to dump her rich, old Texas oil money boyfriend for a playboy banker? We also had to consider the fact that, when we were together, we burned the candle at both ends. We only knew one speed, and it was full-throttle. I couldn't keep it up without it having an effect on my professional life.

"We need to talk," I said to Kat one day when we met for lunch at my apartment, after we had returned to Houston from LA.

"I know," she said.

"I'm going to be honest," I began, "I feel like I'm losing a little bit of control here. I'm in deeper here than I ever thought I would be."

She laughed lightly. "Oh, me, too," she said.

"So, I've given this a lot of thought," I said and paused.

"Oh shit," Kat muttered under her breath.

"The way I see it," I continued, "we have three options. We can either keep going like we're going, you end it with James, and we officially get together and probably flame out spectacularly. We are going to get busted by your boyfriend or make some mistake. Or we can end this, and just cut it off before it becomes a problem. But there's another option, I think. We can give ourselves some parameters, some rules. Things that will let... whatever this is burn for as long as it can."

"I can't break up with James," she said. "He's just the picture of everything I need, in a sense. The money is mega, no offense. You do well. But we are looking at a billion with a 'b' eventually from his family. And he's just the kind of guy I imagined having kids with."

"I get it," I said. "I told you in the beginning I wasn't going to try to change you."

"And I told you the same," Kat shot back. "It's not that I haven't been thinking about this, too. I have. A lot.

"I'm a bachelor. I don't want kids," I said. "I don't have that part of me that wants to settle down. I wouldn't be comfortable standing next to you in the limelight. I like being a dirty secret."

"You are so wickedly dirty," she said.

"I guess what I'm saying, ultimately, is that I think we could make option three work," I said.

"You want to be the 'other man' for me?" she laughed.

"Yeah," I said, "that's exactly it. Let's be smart about it. We've got something outrageously good going here. It's the most fun thing I've had in a long, long time. But I also realize we are losing a little bit of control. We are starting to take too many risks."

"I know you're right," Kat said. "We've lost sight of the big picture, at least in terms of sustainability."

"A big part of that is my fault," I conceded. "I pushed you. I kept saying I needed more."

"We'll find the balance," she said. "I'm going to be super clear about this. I want you in my life. Let's just focus on the sustainability of this. I don't want to burn out."

"You're right," I said. "I don't think this whole thing works outside of an affair. I like it this way." I wasn't fully convinced that I believed it when I said it, but I didn't see any other path forward.

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Maybe it was an odd arrangement, but it actually ended up working for Kat and me. She needed the stability of her boyfriend to fill a hole in her life. I felt like I understood it. She wanted a normal life and didn't want to allow her dark side to consume everything in her. I filled her need to feed the dark side, which left me on standby. Without a pressure relief valve for her darker desires, she would explode. So I remained on the side, like a pilot light, ready to ignite it when opportunity called. This worked for me and actually was quite fulfilling. I didn't want to give too much emotionally. I loved the taboo nature of our affair.

We didn't do too many 3 a.m. wakeup calls anymore. We reduced the frequency of our rendezvous but increased the quality of them. We took advantage when her boyfriend was out of town, spending the night together. We texted constantly. She wore her butt plug when I ordered it. I dabbled in the dating scene, mostly with party girls who were too young for me but who had always been a weakness for my debauched taste. Kat and I played a lot more games.

One particularly memorable evening, when Kat and James were scheduled to visit a favorite date night restaurant of mine, I instructed Kat to wear the Bluetooth Lelo vibrator I had given her in Vegas. The prospect of making her cum while she was with her boyfriend was so deliciously bad, I couldn't resist it.

I called the restaurant, where I was friends with the general manager, and got a reservation at the same time, requesting a table nearby Kat. My favorite casual date at that moment was a 26-year-old Latina bombshell named Gloria who worked as a receptionist at a plastic surgeon's office during the day but excelled as a party girl by night. She looked the part: high cheekbones, bleached hair, lips full thanks to regular filler injections, Barbie-style fake tits, and a slim but pert ass. I liked her for two main reasons. First, she was a lot smarter than she looked, as if the outwardly bimbo-like appearance she actively cultivated was a joke. She was easy to talk to. Second, she was a full-on submissive. She liked being told what to do at all times. It was a game for her.

Gloria also loved to show off, and she turned heads as we walked to our table. She wore a black cocktail dress that looked like it had been painted on, and it had slits from the upper thigh all the way up the sides. The cleavage and side boob it revealed were ridiculous. She wore heavy makeup and shimmering pink lip gloss. After we had fucked at her place before coming to dinner, I also inserted a red jeweled princess butt plug inside her.

We ordered cocktails as soon as we sat down, and Gloria smiled mischievously at me. "I wonder how much people think you're paying me tonight," she said. Her voice had a saccharine quality to it.

I laughed too loudly, intentionally drawing some attention to us. The cocktails arrived quickly, we clinked glasses, and I broke into a broad smile because I saw Kat and James being escorted to their table right next to us. They sat down across from one another, with Kat facing me.

The restaurant was loud, and the tables sat fairly close together. James gave me a slight look of recognition initially, trying to place my face. I glanced at him with the same expression a few times. Kat just smiled her TV smile. Gloria and I chatted benignly and drained out first cocktails before ordering another round. I picked up my phone, appearing to absentmindedly scroll through it. I had opened the Lelo app. Much to my satisfaction, it paired with a device. Kat had obeyed. I turned it on low and noticed her readjust her position in her seat. She tugged slightly at the sides of her floral-patterned jumper. I continued to increase the speed until I saw her react, then I backed it off to a lower, steady setting.

Kat and James ordered drinks, and Gloria and I finished our second cocktails. We ordered appetizers and a round of shots. As always with Gloria, we were a little boisterous, and it caught the attention of our neighbors. I caught Kat's eyes once or twice and made contact with a smile. She was biting her lip. I turned up the Lelo and left it. That's when James finally made the connection.

"Hey," he said, "didn't we meet a few months ago? The food bank fundraiser?"

"You're right," I said, "James, isn't? John, I said."

"John, right!" he said. He couldn't take his eyes off Gloria's tits. I couldn't blame him. She didn't wear a bra, and her nipples poked through the fabric of her dress invitingly.

"Do you guys want to join us in a shot?" I offered.

"Sure," he said.

I ordered two more shots of tequila for them, and we all drank together. I was content, bordering on ecstatic at the scene I had orchestrated. As dinner proceeded like any normal meal, I gradually increased the speed of the Lelo at regular intervals. I noticed a slight flush creep up Kat's neckline. It was working. Before dessert -- she always ordered dessert -- she got up to use the restroom. I waited two minutes and excused myself, as well. The men's and women's rooms shared a wall. I turned the Lelo all the way up. I strained my ears, trying but failing to hear any sign of what might be happening. So I just stepped outside and waited for Kat to come out.

She did a minute later, and I painted a very satisfied grin on my face.

"Did you cum?" I asked, keeping my voice down.

"I did once already, and I'm so close again," she gasped.

I watched her as she crested a second time right there in the hallway, then turned off the Lelo.

"Enjoy the rest of your night," I said and walked away.

I returned to the table, where Gloria was a bit tipsy and starting to feel frisky. "John, what's the plan next?" she asked. "Also," she whispered, "this guy next to us keeps staring at my tits. I think I should flash him." She laughed. She meant it.

"Is this a bottle service night or a back-to-my-place night?" I said.

"I just took a molly," she said and giggled.

"Bottle service it is," I said.

Kat returned to the table, apologizing for being gone so long and saying that she felt lightheaded. I didn't doubt it. I got our check, and bid her and James a polite goodnight as Gloria and I left. I felt good. The game was at a level of intensity that gave me a great deal of pleasure. The risk in something like that, I thought, was fairly minimal, but it would give my next tryst with Kat heightened pleasure.

Part of me wondered, however, if Kat was going to get jealous at some point. Or bored. Or decide that, in the face of her increasingly serious relationship, she couldn't take chances anymore. I pondered that as Gloria played with my cock while we drove to our favorite night club.

As I let Gloria sleep off her hangover at my apartment the next morning, I saw that Kat had blown up my messages.

"I can't believe how hot that was! He had no idea what was going on!

"I needed dick so badly I attacked him when I got home. I almost came thinking about what dirty things you made that slut you were with last night do. Were you paying her?"

I laughed at the second message.

Finally, Kat had written, "I need your cum inside me so badly. I want it in my pussy and ass. Will you let me be your ass slut soon? I'll show you I'm a better slut than your hooker date last night."

She was needy. She was a little jealous. This arrangement was working out better than I had imagined. I felt like we had gotten the hang on of it, and that made me feel like I was in control. It stayed that way for the blink of an eye because that's when everything got turned on its head.