Traffic Girl - Atie

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, everyone! The writing process for this chapter was really smooth, but I had a fair amount of real life get in the way. Fortunately, I was insulated from the worst impacts of the hurricane down in the 713-281-832 area. I hope everyone here stayed safe. And then we were other real life things to deal with as a result. Anyway, this is a very long chapter, and it's full of total debauchery, while also setting up some things. Isn't it always that way? Thanks for reading, and please let me know what you think. I love your comments.

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I had heard the doorbell chime but didn't rush to go downstairs. I took my time and finished my last set of stretches for the day. My body was keen to remind me once in a while that I wasn't ever going to be quite the same physically after the accident. I paused for a moment at the top of the stairs when I finished up. I hadn't bothered to change out of my athleisure outfit, and I listened to the conversation rising from the first floor.

"I just packed a bowl, do you want to join me for a smoke sesh?" Katie asked our visitors.

"I'd love to," Jason agreed enthusiastically.

"Yeah, let's spark that up," Jess said.

I heard the patio doors open and muffled conversation continuing in the kitchen. I strolled downstairs, not in a hurry until the idea clicked in my head.

"I love that dress on you!" Kat said. "It is gorgeous!"

"Oh my god, thank you," came Crystal's high-pitched voice. "I told Jason it was silly to have a Burberry mini-dress, but I couldn't talk him out of it."

"We've got the money, girl," Rita said. "Might as well burn it on the good stuff."

"Speaking of," Kat said, "guests first."

As I approached the kitchen, my shoes making almost no sound on the floor, I heard the telltale snort that accompanied inhaling a line of cocaine. I turned the corner and found what I had expected. Kat and Rita were on either side of Crystal, who had switched nostrils and was about to do a second line. The Burberry dress was lovely on her, and it had a high slit up the side.

"Perfect," I muttered quietly under my breath.

Rita saw me first. I had pulled my cock out, and I walked up behind Crystal. As soon as she had done the second line of coke, but before she had a chance to stand up, my hand lifted up the dress, and I pushed myself into her pussy, all in one confident stroke.

Crystal's reaction took me by surprise. She pushed back against the unannounced penetration and said, "Oh, damn, John, that's how you welcome a slut into your home."

I didn't break stride for a moment. I kept my hands firmly on Crystal's hips and drove in and out of her, still shocked at how soaking wet her pussy was. It delivered on her earlier recent statement that she was always wet and ready because she was a fuck toy. She certainly was.

"How'd you know it was me?" I grunted.

"Baby, I know exactly how your dick stretches me out," she said, letting a hand drop down to her clit to finger herself. "You are a lot thicker than Jason."

"This is fucking hot," Rita said, her eyes boring into mine.

Crystal rapidly warmed up. She pushed the cocaine tray forward, away from her, so Kat and Rita could indulge without interrupting our coupling.

"Own her, daddy," Kat encouraged me as she sidled up to the coke.

My cock got harder as I watched her indulge in the fine powder. I tugged on Crystal's hair, and she yelped in delight, then spanked her sharply a few times as Rita took her turn to blow lines. This was all peak stimulation for me, and I knew this would truly be a quickie. That was fully cemented when Kat kissed Rita as they watched us, delving into play-by-play commentary.

"You have to be such a slut to just walk into a house and bend over for another woman's husband," Kat said jokingly.

"And to fuck in front of them," Rita added.

They giggled.

"You know I'm a slut," Crystal said, her breath becoming choppy.

"And we love you for it, girl!" Kat said.

"You're my slut," I said, my voice hoarse and authoritative.

Crystal suddenly cried out in orgasm, as it jolted her body in an instant.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screeched. "Keep going!"

My hips flew, my balls slapping against Crystal's soft, tan skin. Rita broke free from Kat's lips and whispered to me.

"Cum inside her, and I'll eat it out with your best friend," she said, licking my ear.

"Jesus," I let out heavily. "I'm gonna fucking cum."

"Fill her up, daddy!" Kat exhorted. "It's so hot watching you fuck a nasty slut!"

My cock twitched, and Rita snaked her hand down between my legs to cup my balls. She gave them a squeeze just as the first spurt of semen pulsed into Crystal's receptive cunt.

"Oh, I feel that big load," Crystal moaned.

"I'm so fucking turned on," Kat said, making a move toward Crystal. She grabbed the pretty blonde by the chin and kissed her with surprising intensity.

Rita massaged my balls gently but persistently and whispered again.

"Keep her full until I get back," she said. "It won't be a minute."

She almost skipped away, out the patio doors, and gleefully approached the bong-toting group of Jason, Jess, and Katie. My cock started to soften, and I pushed it harder into Crystal's now-sloppy pussy.

"John, babe, that was so hot," Crystal said, allowing herself to fully relax across the table now. "This is exactly how you need to treat me. Like a piece of meat."

I turned and saw Rita talking to Jason, but I was briefly distracted.

"Shit, are you kidding?" a voice came from behind me. "I leave my phone in the car, and this is what I miss!"

"Hey, Bianka," I said, turning my gaze on the olive-skinned brunette.

She wore a long, flowing skirt that moved like the wind and a tight, midriff-baring white top that showed off her athletic figure and firm, medium-sized tits.

"Girl, your ass should still be sore after yesterday," Crystal said jokingly. "John hasn't fucked my ass in like weeks! You can't complain."

"I did love how you used my asshole," Bianka said and gave me a hello kiss.

She pulled back just in time for Rita to lead Jason inside.

"Here we go," Rita said. "Are you going first or am I?"

She had a Cheshire cat grin on her face, and Jason's was beet red. We were all his closest friends, but he was having his fetish being put front and center, out in the open, for the first time with all of us present.

"Um, well, you know, ladies first," Jason stammered.

"Are you sure?" Rita prodded.

And then Bianka stepped in.

"I have an idea," she said, approaching Crystal, who was still bent over the kitchen table. "Baby, we'll do your favorite."

I moved out of the way, and Bianka replaced my softened cock with her mouth. She easily caught the first gush of cum that flushed out of Crystal's pussy and collected on her waiting tongue. Skillfully, she held it at the back of her mouth and told Rita it was her turn. Then she turned to Jason, opened her mouth, and smiled at him.

"Kiss me," she said.

But Bianka didn't wait for Jason. She pressed her firm tits against my best friend's chest, hooked her arms around his back, and pulled him into a deep, urgent kiss. They made out like teenagers, and it was impossible not to be struck by the honesty of the moment. I watched them but also glanced over at Rita, who was on her knees and greedily lapping at Crystal's puffy vagina. Kat drifted over to me, a lustful look in her eyes.

"Good lord, daddy," she said. "That was so fun to watch." One of her fingers disappeared under her yellow sundress. "Look how turned on that made me."

She showed off the sticky juices that had stuck to her when she touched herself. I kissed her, and her tongue darted in and out of my mouth playfully.

"What the hell?" came Jess's voice, as she and Katie suddenly reappeared inside. "I thought we were just going to get high real quick before London's graduation party, and I walk in on an orgy?"

"It's John's fault," Kat said, the lack of seriousness in her voice obvious. "He just walked into the room and shoved his dick inside Crystal while she was blowing lines!"

"Daddy!" Katie said in mock-scolding. "We've got to get going!"

"Hey!" I said and raised my hands above my shoulders innocently. "I was really quick!"

Laughter rippled through the room. Rita finished her clean-up of Crystal, who finally stood up, a happy smile on her face that showcased her dimples. She was chewing gum, which always made me shake my head in disbelief. How could she keep up with her favorite spearmint sticks when she was doing cocaine and getting railed from behind? She was unique and a marvel, in her own way. It really added a spice of bimbo quality to her.

"Was this better, or did you like eating John out of my ass yesterday more?" Bianka said, pulling her lips off Jason's.

He stammered, face growing red again with embarrassment. His secret was more tangible now that we'd all witnessed it.

"I can't really complain either way," he said shyly.

"How long do we have?" Bianka asked. "Is there enough time for him to reclaim Crystal? I feel like there's enough time."

"There's always time for a quickie!" Crystal said.

"I agree," Kat said, and she walked over to Jason and planted a kiss on his lips. Her tongue sought out his. "And don't be ashamed. This is a safe space. We all have our fantasies."

Jason smiled at her.

"Where do you want me?" Crystal asked, inclined to just bend over the table again.

"Here, let's go to the bathroom really quick," Jason said hurriedly.

"Make it fast!" Jess admonished. "We have to be out the door in ten minutes!"

"Don't worry," Crystal said with confidence. "Watching me in the mirror and having my freshly fucked pussy? Jason won't make it five minutes."

She laughed and tugged him down the hallway toward the restroom.

"Well," I said, "it really is true. You never can tell where the day is going to end up when you deal with us."

"I'm going to guess we are just getting started today," Kat said over the sound of Jess hoovering up a line of coke. "Call it a hunch."

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Before we decamped to Europe for six weeks for the summer and the next phase of the Stages Tour, we had two things to do. The Hollywood & Vine party to celebrate my return to health would come three nights before we headed to London. That was five days away, however, and the second thing we needed to do was celebrate London's graduation from UCLA.

It honestly seemed odd to me that Old Katie invited us to her niece's graduation bash. I had barely reconnected with my old college girlfriend, and her niece's relationship with my wives and me, as well as our group, wasn't founded on exactly the most wholesome of terms.

But we were determined to make it into something fun, and why shouldn't it be? So I had gotten our usual limo driver to come by to drive the eight of us over to the party at Old Katie's condo, which was the penthouse in a choice building located on Sunset Boulevard near Laurel Canyon. It was the perfect perch for a work hard-play hard fashionista like her.

"Excited, John?" Jason said as the limo pulled out of our driveway. "Your college girlfriend throwing a party for your current college play thing?"

He laughed, and I liked seeing him not feel awkward, ribbing me in the way he normally would.

"What's the term for Old Katie and Londy?" I said jokingly. "Eskimo sisters? Or is it something else?"

Laughter rippled through the limo again, and Jess punctuated it by loudly popping open a bottle of Champagne. She passed it to Bianka, who started pouring glasses, while Jess opened a second one. The glasses made it around to each of us, and we clinked them in celebration.

"We need to party now," Kat said. "Who knows what this will be like. Are there going to be a bunch of kids there or what?"

"Well, I came prepared," Crystal said, producing a makeup compact out of her purse.

Except it didn't contain any makeup. It was packed to the brim with cocaine. She fished out a glass straw -- one of Jess's branded Hollywood & Vine ones -- and snorted up a liberal amount of blow in each nostril.

"Who wants some?" she asked, offering it up.

"Crystal! You're bringing game!" Rita exclaimed. "I'll hit that."

Rita took her turn, and the compact made its way around the limo, too. By the time it got back to Crystal, it was only half-full.

"So what's the crowd at this party?" Katie asked.

"No clue," I said.

"Like, is it family?" she followed up. "College kids? I'm dying to know what the score is."

"God, it would be fucking awkward if it's a family party," I said, questioning why we would be going to this event.

"Don't worry," Jess said with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. "I think this is an extra graduation party for Londy that Old Katie is throwing. I think it's likely to be mostly ... classmates of hers, shall we say."

I looked at Jess sharply.

"You know something about this, don't you?" I said, not being accusatory.

"I might have had a discussion or two with Old Katie about this," Jess said, batting her eyelashes at me.

"Girl! What the hell?" Kat exclaimed. "What have you been holding out on us?"

"Yeah!" Crystal joined in. "Tell us what the score is!"

"It's not a big deal!" Jess said, raising her hands in innocence. "Let's just say that this may be a little more like a job fair than a graduation party."

"Job fair?" I said.

"Okay, let me just lay it out," Jess said. "Londy has some friends who also did some modeling in college. They're not the types who will really be able to make a career of it -- I mean, Old Katie should know, right? -- but she thought that maybe we could evaluate them for some, uh, other avenues of show business."

"So we're, like, interviewing for pornos? Or escorts?" Katie asked.

"Sort of," Jess said, clearly relishing that she was laying this on us at the last minute. "We're just going to feel out these college grads and see who might have a little bit of a wild side. It's not going to be an orgy or a drugfest or anything, so we've got to kind of play it cool."

"This is why I never leave home without my coke bullet," Rita said with a laugh.

"It'll be like old times," Kat added. "Sneaking off to do bumps in the bathroom!"

"Are we, um, like, test driving any of this new potential talent?" Crystal asked and offered her makeup compact around again.

"I mean, it's not like we're totally expecting that, but, at the same time, you never know what's going to happen, right?" Jess replied, fingering the glass straw before she took a toot of coke.

"Are any of them cheerleaders?" I asked, daydreaming about some taut, coed bodies.

"Cool it, daddy," Katie said. "You've got your hands full!"

"I'm just asking!" I said with a laugh.

We kept up the raucous tone the entire way to Old Katie's condo. When we pulled up to the building, it made a positive impression. But it was nothing compared to getting up to her penthouse. With panoramic views to the west and north, into the Hollywood Hills, the effect on you was immediate. As you looked closer to the space -- three bedrooms, 3,500-square-feet with another 1,000-square-feet on the wraparound terrace -- it became only more endearing. It was clean and mid-century, with a lot of white, wood, and linear lines. Old Katie was stylish, and her decor reflected that perfectly.

The furniture was neat and sparse. So were the decorations. The condo was a clinic in understatement, much like the runways that her models walked on. Everything was positioned with the purpose of featuring the pretty face. When we walked off the elevator into Old Katie's living room, all of that was instantly clear. And there were a lot of pretty faces inside celebrating London's graduation.

"Darlings!" Old Katie said when she saw our group pile into the entryway. "Come in! Come in!"

"You look great," I said, greeting Old Katie first. She looked as stylish as the condo in a white Valentino Garavani mini-dress that cinched at her high waist with a gold branded belt. "The picture of a fashion mogul."

Old Katie laughed and waved her hand at me before greeting the girls. I introduced her to Jason, Crystal, and Bianka, and she then led us to the strikingly small, open kitchen. There was a beverage cooler packed with beer and wine, along with bottles of Champagne in a separate ice bucket. About a dozen people, all of them college-aged, milled about in the wide open living room, with a couple more on the terrace. The girls wore cut-off jeans and tank tops, while the guys wore khaki cargo shorts and polo shirts. All of them were fit and good looking. This was a group put together for a purpose.

"Let's get you all drinks!" Old Katie said happily.

Jason and I went to work pouring out beverages, and most of the girls gathered around to wait for a full glass. But Rita didn't. She stalked straight over to London and hugged her. Victoria, London's cheerleader friend, noticed our arrival and extricated herself from the group and snaked her way over to me.

"Hi, stud," she said, slipping her hands around my waist from behind.

"Congrats, Victoria," I said between pours of Champagne.

"This is such a bummer," she said. "I guess I have to grow up now."

"You sure?" I asked and laughed.

"We'll see," she said. "I hear there might be some opportunities presented to us today."

The girls started to fan out at Old Katie's behest, and she was like a top dancing around making introductions. There were a handful of young men in the crowd and about twice as many girls.

"If these guys don't make the cut as models, I'm sort of scared to see the ones that do," Jason said to me quietly, and we laughed nervously.

To me, they all looked like they had been culled from central casting. These were the kind of guys Kat and Jess, in particular, swooned over. Like Tommy. But there was one noticeable difference, and I took solace in it. It was clear they didn't have the cockiness of the guys who I normally felt threatened by. Maybe it was because I was older now and more self-assured in my status and my marriages. But it was also clear that these guys were out of their element. So it shifted the power to us, the older crowd. Part of it might have been the job interview aspect of this gathering and the presence of Old Katie. The girls sensed it, too, because they were taking immediate pleasure in teasing and flirting with the younger guys.

While Victoria pulled me off to meet a couple of her girlfriends who were in attendance -- sorority sisters, not cheerleaders, as it turned out -- I watched Kat and Rita toying with two of the recent UCLA grads. They were tall and both lanky and muscular. As it turned out, they had been lacrosse players in college, but it was only a club sport. They weren't the greatest students, majored in communications, and seemed to really have more of an interest in soaking up the California sun and partying than anything else.

This narrative repeated itself time and time again the more we met the partygoers. I met a couple sorority sisters of London's, who were club tennis players, C students, and A+ flirts. When I finally made my way over to Old Katie, I had a pretty good idea that she had a hand in all this.

"I see the game you're playing," I said when I finally got to give her a hug.

"Me? I'm not playing games," she said.

Kat and Rita had gone out to the terrace with their lacrosse players, and I noticed them pulling on a vape. I recognized it as Rita's THC one, which she brought in favor of a joint since she wasn't sure how the party would play out.

"I heard this was a recruiting event," I told Old Katie.

"Perhaps," she said and smiled. "I wanted to help out some of London's closer friends who maybe haven't had the opportunities chasing them that they had hoped."

"Lay it out for me," I said. "You don't need to dance around it with me. I get it. You and Jess have something cooking."