Author's Note: Putting more filth into place. This is a dark, dirty chapter. Big things to come. There are a lot of twists and turns coming for our trio.
* * *
"This reminds me a lot of that time in Vegas," Kat said enthusiastically.
"I was thinking that just as you said it," I said. Jess had suggested I drop off Kat for her appointment. She wanted us all-in together. "Are you nervous?"
"Honestly? Surprisingly not," she said. "Are you going to wait for me?"
"Actually, I'm meeting Jess and Alyssa," I said. "She's going to show us a house nearby."
"We already have a house, darling," Kat said.
"I know," I said. "Jess thinks the agency needs a house. Somewhere you can have appointments and parties in a more private setting."
"Sounds like a lot of naughty possibilities," she said, gripping my hand playfully.
"Is this what you want?" I said, glancing at her from the driver's seat.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Being a whore," I said unceremoniously.
"Does this answer your question?" Kat shot back. She spread her legs, took my hand, and guided it roughly against her pussy. She was wearing a summer dress with nothing underneath. Her cunt was soaking, her juices thick and stringy.
"You're made for this as much as Jess is," I said.
"We have some big plans," Kat said.
"I think she told me about them last night," I said. "She's told you?"
"A bit," she said. "Just that she wants me full-time after this week."
"And?" I said.
"Don't you remember me telling you that one thing I love about you is that I don't have to live the Good Kat/Kitty Kat dichotomy?" she said. "Before we start our family, I want to take some time to just do anything I want."
My fingers dug into her pussy a bit deeper.
"And what you want is to be a whore?" I said.
"I want it," she said, suddenly pushing my hand away and closing her legs. "I want it badly. Almost as much as you want me to do it." She licked my fingers clean.
"Jesus," I muttered under my breath.
"We have money, and we have time," she said as I pulled into the hotel where she was meeting her client. "Before we settle down, don't we owe it to ourselves to max out the hedonism?"
Before I had a chance to answer, the valet opened the door. She put on her sunglasses, got out of the car, and, with a twirl that sent her dress dangerously near her uncovered ass, looked back at me.
"You don't have to answer," she said. "I already know it's exactly what you were thinking."
And she strutted off, walking confidently into her new chapter.
* * *
I drove ten minutes away to a quiet residential area in the Spring Branch neighborhood. At the end of a cul-de-sac, I saw Alyssa the realtor's BMW SUV parked in the driveway of a sprawling, secluded ranch house. It was set back fifty feet from the street, had a long driveway, a three-car garage, and a new privacy fence around the back. The four-bedroom, 3,000-square-foot house sat on an acre and featured a large pool and a lot of mature trees. More importantly, it was at least 75-feet from any other neighbors and had a 25-foot utility easement behind the large backyard. It was, Jess believed, the perfect location to ensure privacy for the debauchery that she envisioned would take place within.
I walked in the front door and was immediately struck with the renovation that had occurred inside. My appreciation of the work, however, was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of someone sniffing cocaine. It was followed by a brief giggle and then, in rapid succession, two more sniffs. I followed the sounds to the kitchen, where Alyssa was just stepping away from a small mirror and rubbing her index finger across her gums.
Jess saw me as I rounded the corner and smiled. She immediately launched into excited, coke-fueled chatter about the house.
"Babe," she started, "it's set back from the street and neighbors. The fence is tall. There are plenty of trees. The easement at the back is right by the pool, so it will be hard to disturb anyone. This is the perfect party house. Come check out the bedrooms!"
She dragged me by the hand to the east wing of the house, where the four bedrooms were. They were surprisingly spacious, with two master suites and the other two bedrooms sharing a bathroom.
"We can easily do three appointments at a time," she continued. "And I thought one of the bedrooms could be like a toy playground. Sex swing. Maybe some BDSM goodies. A real fuck dungeon."
"It looks amazing," I said. "I think you're right, darling. This is the perfect place. How much?"
"It's $725,000," Alyssa said. "But it's been on the market for more than sixty days. I think we could get them down a bit."
"It doesn't matter," I said. "Put in the offer at what you think they'll take. I don't want to wait on this."
"Are you serious?" Jess screamed.
"Dead serious," I said. "If you think this is the place? I'm completely on-board. Let's do this. Alyssa, tell them it's a cash sale. We want a fast closing."
"You just love making me money, don't you, John?" Alyssa said.
I smiled and looked her up and down lasciviously. "I do," I said. "But this was awfully easy. Maybe I should make you do more to earn it."
"Or maybe I should think of more ways to thank you for it," she said flirtatiously.
Jess was unphased by us. She pressed on, excitedly walking through the house again, noting what furniture she would need for each room and where it would go. Alyssa and I stayed behind in the kitchen.
"You want a bump?" she asked, gesturing to the vial of coke on the counter.
"Only if I get to do it off you," I said.
"You can do it off my tits," she said nonchalantly.
"I was thinking off your ass, just before I bend you over," I said.
"Not today, stud," she said. "I've got a client to see right after this."
