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.
