Author's Note: The debauchery goes up several notches here. How far down this path can Jess and John go? Maybe they're already too far gone to come back? Thanks for reading, your feedback, and your votes.
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"I miss you so much, daddy," Kat said over the phone.
"I miss you, too, Kitty Kat," I said.
"Don't have too much fun tonight," she said.
"I'm not sure that is ever possible," I told her. "Certainly not without you."
"I can't wait for Tuesday," she said.
"Me, either," I said.
"Our plan is coming together," she said.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you, too," Kat said and hung up.
As I put down my phone, Jess appeared in the bedroom doorway.
"How do I look?" she asked.
I paused and stared. "You absolutely take my breath away, baby," I said. Her outfit consisted of two pieces. The top was little more than a low-cut, midriff-revealing white cotton shirt with long sleeves. Her belly piercing and flat stomach were on display, leading to a mid-thigh skirt made of the flimsiest white fabric that almost looked like tissue paper.
"This is going to be so fun," she said. We kissed, and I could taste cocaine.
"Getting a head start, huh?" I said.
"It's my no-limit night this month," she said with a smile.
"I like the ratio we're going to have," I grinned. "I like my odds with four girls and only two guys."
"No rules is the only rule," she said.
A month into launching her small escort agency, Jess hosted a party at our place for her three other girls, Dr. Vivianno, and me. She wanted to thank everyone for having made her business a stunning success from the start, but it was also a great excuse to have a no-holds-barred party. I prepared some small bites. We had magnums of Dom Perignon. And, of course, there was the snowy mountain of cocaine -- for tonight, an obscene amount, far more than four people could do and possibly survive. Jess wanted to give the impression of decadence. Of course, that was also the reality.
"Won't it be boring not having a new guy to fuck tonight?" I asked, teasing.
"Baby," Jess said and gave a warm smile, "I'm in a service business. You and Dr. V are my biggest supporters. This night is about celebrating the business and the people who have made it happen. My girls and I? We're your harem, too. This is about showing that appreciation. And getting super fucked up."
"I'm excited to meet Dr. V," I said. He would be arriving thirty minutes before the girls so we could have our long-awaited introduction.
"Well, that's good," Jess said, "because he just texted that he's here. I'm going to bring him up."
I paced anxiously for a few minutes. When five minutes passed, I wondered what could be taking so long. I snorted a couple short lines, figuring I might as well get the party started, too. Once ten minutes had passed, Jess and Dr. Marco Vivianno finally walked in the door.
"Sorry that took so long!" Jess said over-apologetically. "He had to wait for a parking space!"
The flush around Jess's neck told me something else was up, but I ignored it because, well, we all knew what was going to be occurring that evening.
"Marco," Vivianno said and shook my hand.
"John," I said. "It's a pleasure."
It wasn't hard to see what the girls saw in Vivianno. He had the soft hands of a surgeon, and the exotic good looks that certainly made it easy to understand why women were attracted to him. He was an inch or so shorter than I was, and was also immaculately groomed and particularly well-dressed. He exuded charm and charisma. In short, he made a great impression, retaining the European polish of his years growing up in Italy before coming to the United States as a boy.
"Let me get you a drink," I offered.
"I never say no to a drink," he said.
The conversation was natural, and Marco was pleasant and full of good feelings. I felt an odd kinship with him because I sensed he was, in many ways, like me. He just wanted to have a good time, and he didn't mind going against societal conventions to indulge it. It was hard for me to argue against his worldview, since I shared so much of it.
When he got up to sample the cocaine, Jess sat on my lap and gave me a kiss.
"Thanks for being so polite to Dr. V," she said.
I kissed her. "I like him," I said.
We heard the loud inhale as Marco inhaled two huge lines of coke. Jess had not undersold the doctor's ability to party. He poured a second glass of Champagne.
"Is this from Alix?" he asked about the cocaine.
Jess shook her head. "We actually have a really nice source of our own," she said with pride. She wanted to impress him.
"It's fantastic," he said. "Very generous of you."
"John, Jess tells me you two are house shopping," he said.
"We are," I replied. "It seems like we're entering the market at a good time for buyers, at least at the high end."
"You should look in the Villages," he suggested. "That's where I am. It's wonderfully secluded and intensely private. You might like it."
"It's funny you mention that," I said. "That's where we've been looking the most. I love it."
"Well, it would be wonderful to be neighbors!" he said and raised a glass to me in toast.
We had an easy conversation for several more minutes, and I did take a genuine liking to Marco. He was worldly and hedonistic -- even more like me than my initial impression had betrayed. If we set aside any jealousy that might creep up if we got into competition over women, I figured we would likely become good friends. Jealousy wasn't my thing anyway.
We were interrupted by a knock on the door, and when I opened it, I was greeted by three visions of pure sexuality. Gloria, Alix, and Brittany stood before me, each wearing a different color of the same outfit. It was a sparkling glitter dress, with a loose, plunging neckline that revealed ample side boob. They were backless and very short, yet still had slits up the side. These were dresses that clung to every curve and made underwear of any kind an impossibility.
Gloria, in a gold dress, entered first and gave me an open-mouth kiss. Her hard tits pressed against my chest.
"I'm so ready to play," she said hungrily.
Alix, in rose gold, and Brittany, in silver, followed suit. Each gave me a passionate kiss upon entry. My senses were on overload. I was ready to put forth a heroic performance.
The girls went straight for the cocaine, while I poured them glasses of Champagne. I couldn't help but notice how handsy Marco had gotten with Jess already. I also couldn't help but notice how receptive Jess was to his advances. That was a short-lived distraction, however, as my attention turned to Brittany as she bent over to snort her lines. The dress rode up so high, I could see the rounded bottom of her ass cheeks. I reminded myself that tonight was about carnal and hedonistic indulgence. Nothing less.
As Brittany stood up and rubbed her nostrils to maximize the coke's ability to dissolve in her sinuses, I walked up behind her and cupped her firm ass underneath her dress. She happily ground her ass into me and said, "Thanks for hosting us, John." I smiled as I noticed again the Bible passage tattooed on her rib cage, which I had first seen at her "tryout" fuck a few weeks previously. I laughed inwardly.
Jess and Marco greeted the girls, too. Alix and Gloria helped themselves to two lines each, then Jess expertly cut another dozen in just a few minutes as everyone mingled and enjoyed their Champagne. She and Marco greedily snorted up four lines each. Party mode Jess, despite its potential pitfalls, remained one of my favorite things in the world to witness. I helped myself to two more lines, then heard Jess clink a knife against her Champagne glass.
"Hey everyone!" she shouted. We had faint music playing in the background. "I just wanted to say a couple words before we all get lost in the real fun for the evening." She spoke fast, the cocaine dictating her pace. "This has been a whirlwind few weeks as we've started out the agency, and I wanted to thank each of you for the invaluable role you've played for making it a success already.
"Dr. V? I couldn't ask for a better mentor or investor. The support you've given is the main reason we got this off the ground. And, of course, my love, John, your tireless, non-judgmental support keeps me going every day. My girls, Alix, Brittany, and Gloria? I know this is a crazy adventure, but I hope that you find it brings you and our clients infinite pleasure and infinite possibilities. So I've got for each of you a little present, as a reminder, that our agency and the work we do in it is in service of that service for the limitless, for the infinite."
Jess produced five Tiffany boxes. For the three girls, they contained a sterling silver and diamond necklace of an infinity symbol. For Marco and me, they were infinity symbol cufflinks. It was a nice touch. I clapped happily and cheered her on. She hadn't shared the agency name and logo she had chosen; she wanted it to be a surprise. I was impressed.
The girls appeared genuinely happy, and the party heated up from the time we all toasted to the fortunes of the agency. Alix, in particular, hit the coke hard, and her dress came off first. She demanded to know why anyone would do cocaine off of anything other than her body. She insisted everyone snort a line off her tits.
Marco moved among the girls with familiar ease. His hands were always exploring one of them, and it seemed shockingly natural. It made me want to be a fly on the wall in his office one day. I spent a good bit of time catching up with Gloria, who I hadn't seen in several weeks because our schedules had been so busy.
