Author's Note: Penultimate chapter of book two! Thank you so much for reading. This is some good, old-fashioned smutty debauchery. We wrap up book two next, and then dive into book three. What's going to happen to this happy trio?
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"I thought you were ignoring me," I said to Kelly as she glided over to the cocaine table. Ashley had excused herself to the restroom to clean up after blowing me.
"Just getting the juices flowing, as they say," she said playfully as she bent over and snorted a line.
"I'd like to test that claim," I said.
"Not tonight, stud," Kelly said. She filled her other nostril with white crystals. "I'm here to network. Jess and I have been talking about a cooperative agreement."
"Oh really?" I said, surprised. I hadn't heard about it. "What for?"
"Sharing clients if they're in one city or the other," she said.
"Sounds lucrative," I said.
"I'm just a poor madam trying to scrape by," she said. "Not all of us can get windfall divorce settlements." She was high and jovial.
She stalked back to the lawyer and, this time, drew him away outside. As I watched her escort him out, opening the patio doors, I could see Alyssa riding Sarah's face on the sofa. It was odd that they had sequestered themselves, but part of me wanted to watch them.
I chopped up a couple lines and had the intent to indulge my voyeuristic impulse when Cassandra walked up next to me and said, "Hey, can I get some?"
"They're yours, doll," I said and smiled. I noticed she had lost her pastis at some point, and her supple, lovely breasts bounced firmly.
"Thanks," she said gratefully. "I've been playing bartender and need to let myself enjoy the fun."
"Yeah, I think your only job here tonight is to service others, not serve them," I said and chuckled at my play on words.
"I've been shut out in the cold so far," she said, playing along. "I guess I wasn't aggressive enough."
"It is cold. There is enough snow for a blizzard in here," I said dryly.
She pinched a nostril and snorted a line through a silver straw, then repeated the ritual.
"Fuck, yeah there is," she said, inhaling deeply through her nose. "Fine, fine ass snow, too."
I let one of my hands cup her ass, made firm by Crossfit, and admired how the red strings of her thong looked against her deeply tanned skin.
"You want to do a bump off me?" she asked. I nodded. She sprinkled some blow across each of her tits and offered them to me. Her neckline twinkled with body glitter. I inhaled, then licked up the excess. Looking up as I rubbed my nose, I saw desire in her eyes. I took it as an invitation to kiss her.
Her lips were full and moist, but Cassandra was unsure how aggressively to use her tongue. It intertwined with mine in short, snake-like flicks. I pinched her nipples, then let a hand run down her side, across her thigh, and felt the heat radiating from behind the crotch of her panties. She pushed forward against my hand, letting me feel the soft outline of her pussy lips against the thin fabric. I could feel her body go flush.
"Is it bad that I want to go see Dr. V in action?" Cassandra asked.
"It's a sight to behold," I said. "Do you like to watch?"
"Sometimes," she said. "But maybe you can give me a little action if watching isn't enough."
"Let's go," I said.
I picked up two glasses of Champagne as we walked toward the rear of the first floor and the master bedroom. The double doors were mostly closed but not latched. Instinctively, we approached cautiously and quietly. I glanced at Cassandra and saw goosebumps on her skin and her crinkling, hard nipples. Her eyes, liquid pools of brown, caught mine, and we exchanged a grin like teenagers sneaking out of the house. And that's when we heard it.
"Mark me, goddammit!" cried Jess. "Don't be a pussy! Harder!"
I caught the distinctive sound of leather on flesh, and Cassandra grabbed my wrist briefly when she heard it crack, almost forcing me to spill some of the Champagne. The "extra king" bed, as we called the custom-built bed for three we had built, was directly in front of the doors. We had pushed them open and peered through.
Jess was straddling Marco's massive cock, her back straight and proud. She had impaled the entire thing inside her cunt. Jonathan Summers stood to the side, a black flogger in his hand and raised high above his head. Jess tensed, and he brought the flogger down across her perfect skin with force.
"Yes!" Jess screamed. "God, you might make me cum just by hitting me like that. More!"
She started to grind against Marco's cock again. Summers didn't miss a beat and cracked the flogger twice more against Jess's back. The flesh was bright red again, and I thought I saw a couple spots of blood break through.
"Good boy," Jess cried. "Good boy! Beat me for being a whore!"
Cassandra glanced at me. I raised my eyebrows. This was a side of Jess I had never seen before. I passed Cassandra a Champagne glass, and we each took a long drink. As we did, Summers flogged Jess three more times.
"I bet you're ready to cum now, Jonathan, aren't you?" Jess implored. "You've marked me and punished me for being a whore, so now you'll finally let me drink, won't you?"
I pounded the rest of my Champagne and set the glass on the entryway table to the bedroom. When Jess finished speaking, she hopped off Marco's cock and turned around. Her face, seized by lust, broke out into a spectacular grin when she realized Cassandra and I were watching. With a shocking lack of preparation, Jess eased Marco's cock into her ass. Even though I had seen her have anal with him before, my jaw dropped at how easily she took him this time.
"Jesus fuck," Cassandra whispered. One of her hands had dropped inside her thong.
"Come on, big boy," Jess told Jonathan, "give me my reward for taking your punishment. Give me that dick. Cover me in that hot, creamy nut!"
Jess leaned forward, now using her hips to skillfully grind Marco's dick in and out of her ass in long strokes, with her torso almost parallel to the bed. This allowed her to take Jonathan in her mouth. She sucked greedily, slurping and slobbering and gagging on him.
I allowed one of my hands to wander to Cassandra's panties, pushed her hand aside, and dipped a finger into her slippery cunt. I pulled it out and tasted her. She looked at me and smiled. Her hand had wandered over my crotch and started to stroke my cock.
