Author's Note: I know for some of you, this is a long time coming. Well, hopefully it's been worth the wait. It's hard to believe this is the 200th chapter of the Traffic Girl saga. It's been an amazing ride, and I don't feel like it'll stop any time soon. Keep that wonderful feedback coming!
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Kat and I spent the night at the Waldorf, but we didn't sleep much. At least not for a long while. The coke disappeared as quickly as I put a load into each of Kat's delicious holes. We crashed surprisingly hard, and I was shocked when the clock read 11 a.m. the next morning when we finally stirred awake. Kat, always quick to recover -- especially with the aid of xanax, benadryl, and a couple nasal rinses -- acted like she was shot out of a cannon. I was grateful she had the foresight to stock the room with our comedown supplies ahead of time. I moved slower than she did, and it was obvious she had something else planned for us.
"So, what is it?" I asked while we sat on the bed, eating a light room service breakfast.
"What is what?" she replied, her breasts, larger now, hanging out of her loosely tied bathrobe.
"The next part of your plan?" I said.
"What makes you think there's a next part?" she said, still coy.
"I can see the look on your face," I said with a smile.
Kat glanced at the clock.
"Yeah, you're right," she said. "It's almost checkout time, and, besides, we need to get going."
"Going where?" I prodded.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," she said, sticking out her tongue.
My cock stirred. She relished taking control like this, and I was just along for the ride. The one thing I knew for sure is that some great adventure awaited.
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Less than an hour later, instead of heading back toward the Hollywood Hills, I took in the sights as Kat steered the Porsche west, then south. We got on the 10 and sped east. We took the 605 and jogged over to the 210. And then I had a good idea. We got on the 15. Finally, when we crossed into Victorville, I took my shot.
"Why are we going to Vegas?" I asked.
Kat, her hair blowing gorgeously on a perfect day as we drove with the top down, grinned.
"Because Kitty Kat wants to play, daddy," she said.
The drive, usually a little more than four hours, flew by. Kat drove fast, and we made it in a little under four. We talked, held hands, lightly teased each other, and had just a grand, distracted time the whole way to Vegas. Before five o'clock, Kat steered into the valet at the Aria Sky Suites, a secluded entrance to the north side of the property.
"I hope you find the accommodations to your liking, Mr. Cameron," Kat said, batting her eyelids.
"I'm sure I will," I said as we got out of the car. "But I'm a little worried that I've been wearing the same clothes for more than twenty-four hours. I'm going to need another shower."
Kat just grinned at me. "You act like you've never done something like this before," she said.
"I'm in your hands," I said.
We walked inside. This time, Kat approached the registration desk, where she was simply handed the small cardboard folio with two keys inside. She smiled, twirled, and we went off to the Sky Suites elevator. The doors closed, and Kat slipped her fingers inside mine.
"What, no blow job?" I joked.
"Too many cameras in this elevator," Kat joked back.
We made it to the penthouse level, and Kat led us to a strip-view, one-bedroom suite that was magnificent. Our room looked directly out at Planet Hollywood.
"This is breathtaking, Kitty Kat," I said.
"Go check the closet," she said with a laugh.
She really had turned the tables on me. Everything both of us needed for a weekend trip to Vegas was there waiting for us.
"You," I said, moving close to her and sliding my arms around her waist, "have been busy."
I moved in to kiss her, but she slid to the side.
"I stink," she said. "Let's take a shower."
The water was already on by the time I had a chance to acquiesce. Kat was in total control. She had planned this out down to the details. I was sure in my bones that Jess and Rita had a hand in it, too. The text messages -- one from each of them -- that lit up my phone while we waited for the steam shower to heat up confirmed that.
"Do everything I would do, baby," Jess wrote.
"Let's play a game," Rita wrote. "Count how many times Kat cums, and let's see if I can get Jess off more than that."
Kat, standing before me nude with her hands on her hips and a grin on her face, watched me as I wrote back, smiling and shaking my head.
"I'm pretty good, right?" she said.
"You're incredible," I said, making the move of putting my hands around her waist again.
This time, she cocked her head to the side and eagerly accepted my tongue in her mouth. We made out briefly, but my phone pinged again -- the same distinct chime we all used for our group text. It was from Rita.
"Has Kat told you the rules yet?" it said.
"What rules?" I said out loud.
Kat smiled and beckoned me toward the shower. As she opened the door, steam billowed out and took over the entire bathroom. Initially, she ignored my question and was all business. She washed herself and me. We kissed. Our hands roamed, but she subtly shied away if I tried to touch her pussy.
"What rules?" I finally repeated, after she had turned around and let my semi-soft cock nestle between her bubble butt.
She turned around, a mischievous look of control on her face, and bit her bottom lip.
"There are only two rules," Kat said. "Well, really, they're more choices. Or decisions."
"And they are?" I said.
"First, we're going to dinner downstairs," she said. "By the end of dinner, you can opt out. You can just say no, and we'll walk away."
She paused, and I knew there was something more.
"What?" I said.
"Well, okay, maybe there's a third rule," she said. "It's that, no matter what decision you make, you don't get to have my pussy until 10 a.m. tomorrow."
"Damn," I said.
"The second rule," she continued, "is that we can do this one of two ways. We can do a soft swap -- which is where we have sex with each other, but there's another couple in the room."
