Author's Note: I've always envisioned this as a trilogy, but I realize a fourth book is a real possibility. I have it completely mapped out in my head. Is this something you'd like to see? Leave feedback or a comment to let me know! Also, thanks for being patient as we line up several of the pincers of plot that have been moving into place during the course of this book. It's going to come together rapidly.
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The harsh reality that we wouldn't be settling down into our romantic threesome anytime soon hit almost as soon as we returned to Houston. The girls had four days of appointments backed up. Over time, it had become clear that, while the Infinity escort agency was super successful, their clientele was extremely demanding. Rich, entitled men wanted what they wanted when they wanted it. It put strain on the girls, who were always eager to please whatever the request.
Almost as soon as the jet touched down on Saturday, Kat and Jess went to the Hooker House. They each had an appointment that evening and then stayed catching up with the girls and working on administrative things until the wee hours of the morning. I had gone out to dinner with the guys, something I resolved to do more often, and called it a night early.
When I woke up Sunday morning, the girls were in bed with me, sleeping peacefully. I had been so out, I didn't even remember them coming in. They didn't stir when I got up and made coffee, so I decided to plan out my day. The Houston football game was at home at noon, which meant the girls' post-game party would start around 6 p.m. An evening alone didn't appeal to me. One night without them had made me restless. I wanted to do something fun.
I texted Rita, letting her know I was home from Vegas. As I waited for her to respond, I remembered the video system Jess had installed at the Hooker House. The way she had presented it to me made me think it was an invitation to keep tabs on them. Coffee in hand, I navigated to the video host on my laptop. It took a little while to get oriented to the playback interface, but I quickly caught on. It really was a comprehensive record of the escapades that took place at the Hooker House.
With relative ease, I found when Kat and Jess had arrived the night before. I turned up the volume and was pleased there was audio, too. I glanced over my shoulder, checking to see if the girls had woken up, and realized it was silly. I wasn't doing anything wrong.
Almost as soon as the girls had set foot in the house, they were hunched over the kitchen counter snorting lines. They were giggling and happy. It sunk in just how at home they were at the Hooker House. I fast forwarded through a half hour of chatting and catching up with Brittany, Alix, and Gloria, who were all hanging out. I admired Gloria's tits and reminded myself I needed to play with her again soon.
Kat's appointment showed up first. She had greeted him at the garage door, which was usual practice. Clients would park in the garage for enhanced privacy. It was someone I didn't recognize, probably about my age, with an athletic build. Seeing Kat work as a prostitute was a strange, irresistible voyeurism.
"I've been so excited to see you again, Mark," she said and welcomed him with a long, open-mouthed kiss. He pawed her ass and tits greedily, and Kat took him by the hand to Alix's bedroom in the back of the house.
Jess's client arrived a short time later. He was older and received a similar greeting. It gave me a surprising sense of relief and comfort that this seemed to be a practiced behavior and not genuine. I reminded myself of all the times that Kat and Jess both had told me a lot of acting was involved in their work.
It was sexy watching them work, a forbidden indulgence. Both sessions, however, were pretty pedestrian. The guys' cocks were average at best. They wanted blow jobs, and each complained about his wife. I was mesmerized, though, as I scanned through the videos. There was no denying that, even for such pedestrian sex, Kat and Jess were into it. They urged the clients on. They had what seemed like real orgasms. And they begged for cum. Kat took a creampie, while Jess swallowed. Objectively, it was pretty boring sex, but the novelty of this hidden glimpse made my cock hard. In particular, I liked seeing both of them count the cash that had been left in a plain, white envelope for each of them.
The videos had distracted me enough that I didn't immediately see that Rita had texted back.
"I've been dying for some tennis," she wrote. "I'm worried my backhand is getting rusty."
"Are you free today?" I asked. "I have no plans, and the girls are busy with their usual Sunday shenanigans."
She typed back immediately.
"Hubs is hunting until tomorrow," she said.
"My place or yours?" I inquired.
"Dinner at your place?" she requested.
I responded only with a heart emoji. My thoughts drifted back to the girls. I got up and went to the bedroom. They were blissfully asleep. I watched their gentle breathing. The sex with their clients had been vanilla, typical hooker fare. It seemed, frankly, boring. I got that they felt a thrill from it being naughty, having rich, married men wanting to pay to fuck them. But, at least what I had just witnessed, it had been crappy sex, and that was taking away time we could have together. This was a new thought for me, opening a new series of emotions. Was the thrill and the money worth it? I decided we needed to talk about it.
That conversation would have to wait because it was football party day. The girls slept until almost lunch time. When I heard rustling in the bedroom, I started cooking brunch. By the time Kat and Jess emerged, a quiche bubbled away in the oven, and I had prepared a simple salad. I popped a bottle of Sancerre and wished the weather hadn't been so muggy so we could sit outside.
"It smells amazing in here," Kat said when she emerged from the bedroom, Jess in tow.
They both kissed me good morning, my hands grazing the silky fabric of the sheer nighties they wore. I passed them wine and coffee.
"Oh, babe, this is just what I needed!" Jess exclaimed.
They both sat down at the bar and watched me work in the kitchen. I cleaned up as the quiche baked and plated the salad. The girls drank their coffee and passed a weed pen back and forth. I walked to Jess, who shot-gunned a hit with me, then I took a toke of my own.
"How was last night?" I asked.
"Pretty blah," Kat said. "Nice guy, but he cums so quickly."
"Same," Jess said. "My guy is one who just gets off on having a girl younger than he is."
"It looked pretty boring from what I saw," I admitted.
"Oh, daddy, did you wake up early and check in on your whores?" Kat said.
"I did," I said. "The video quality is amazing. I really enjoyed it."
"Tonight will be much more entertaining," Jess said. "You should definitely tune in."
"I absolutely plan to," I said. "And Rita is coming over for dinner."
"I'm glad you'll have some fun," Kat said. "Rita I bet would love to see some of the action tonight. She is such a slut for athletes, especially football players."
The timer chimed, and I took the quiche out of the oven. The girls finished their coffee while it cooled, then we ate and drank the wine. It was the perfect start to a lazy Sunday. We had another bottle of wine after the Sancerre, and the girls took a quick skinny dip in the pool before adjourning to the shower and getting ready for the football party at the Hooker House that evening.
I was watching the game when my phone vibrated. It was Rita.
"I've been trying so hard not to touch myself," she wrote. "Maybe we get started early?"
"I'm here," I said. "Come over whenever. The girls are still here. They'd love to see you."
"On my way," Rita said. "I have a new bikini I want to show you."
I sat back on the couch, relaxed and excited, when Kat came in, naked except for a towel wrapped around her head.
"You look exquisite," I told her.
"Daddy, I need to talk to you," Kat said.
"What is it, Kitty Kat?" I asked.
"I'm nervous about you watching me tonight," she admitted.
"Don't be, baby," I said. "It'll be fun. I like when you have fun."
