Traffic Girl Rita Ch 03

Author's Note: I hope you're enjoying Book Four thus far. It's going to be a fun ride, and there's a lot of groundwork -- and characters -- to get laid! Keep the feedback coming. Thank you for reading.

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The Fourth of July weekend was forecast to be a sticky mess. I was glad we were going to escape to the country. Of course, it was a more intriguing retreat going to Stephen's ranch and pitching an investment to Peter. I felt well-prepared for the business piece of the event, which made me incredibly eager to see what web of debauchery lay ahead of us.

Maybe it was easy for me to focus on the partying because I sat in a party bus barreling toward the ranch with Kat, Jess, and Rita, along with Gloria, Alix and Nicole from the Infinity agency. Kelly was there, too, with three of her California escorts. That weekend, there would be ten women and five men at the ranch. Once again, I liked my odds.

Stephen had a landing strip at the ranch, where he, Peter, and two investors had touched down a couple hours earlier. With carefully arranged timing, Kelly scheduled our party bus to arrive after lunch. The hour-long drive was an exercise in indulgence. Unsurprisingly, Jess was the ringleader. She had put together a cocaine makeup compact for each of the girls, which contained an eight ball, razor, collapsible straw, xanax, and Benadryl. It was hard to tell if the predominant sound on the bus was snorting or popping Champagne bottles.

Going into the weekend, I really had only two concerns. First, I was curious to see how Rita would react. She had come to a couple larger parties before, but I knew she was uneasy and uninterested in being part of the Infinity agency. Fucking for money just didn't have the allure for her that it did for the other girls. Second, I wasn't sure how any lingering tension between Kat and Nicole would play out. They essentially hadn't crossed paths since Nicole moved into the Hooker House, but this weekend they couldn't avoid each other.

Kat, Jess, and Kelly were deep into conversation, while Gloria, Alix, and Nicole all chatted up the three girls from Kelly's agency. So I focused on Rita to start.

"Have you tested out that cute little coke compact Jess handed out?" I asked.

"Not yet," Rita said. She sipped Champagne from a plastic cup. "I wanted a couple drinks first to calm my nerves."

"You know there's nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart," I said.

"I know," she said, "but that doesn't mean I'm not nervous irrationally." She smiled.

"Peter and Stephen know you're not one of the agency girls," I said. "Jess made that clear. You're going as my girlfriend."

"I know," she repeated, "and I'm being silly. I guess I just don't know what to expect. And I don't want any of these guys thinking they can have my body because they pay some amount of money. That's not me."

"It's definitely not you," I said. "You'll be off-limits unless you make it perfectly clear you're available."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that right now," Rita said. "I'm happy with where I am."

"So am I," I said. "Just know you don't have to do anything you don't want to. That's the bottom line. This is going to be a blast. We're going to party and have fun, and hopefully find a great new business opportunity.

"There are six, full-time professional escorts who will be there," I added. "For four guys. I think they'll have plenty to keep them busy."

"Kelly's girls are really pretty," Rita observed.

"Are they?" I said. "I hadn't noticed."

"Oh, stop," Rita said. "I'm going to have a line now."

The three girls from California were stunning. There was Heather, the amazonian tall blonde with Barbie proportions. The brunette, Josie, looked like a ballerina. She was tall and skinny with a youthful, cute face. Then there was Melissa, the second blonde, and a current cheerleader for a pro basketball team. All three were poised, vivacious, and completely unfazed by the idea of spending the weekend with two of Hollywood's biggest power brokers and their friends.

Kat strolled over to join us, her hair and makeup perfect. Her eyes betrayed that she had also indulged in cocaine already.

"Are you going to, uh, work this weekend?" Rita asked her.

"Not really," Kat said. "If Stephen wants to see me, I don't suppose I could say no to that." Her voice was carefree and casual.

"I can see how he would be hard to turn down," Rita said with a laugh.

"The main thing I've learned about parties like this," Kat said, "is don't feel like you need to force anything. If stuff happens, it happens. It's really no different than when we used to party at the apartment pool."

"That makes sense," Rita said, appreciating the relatable analogy.

"So many guys tried to get in our pants," Kat continued. "But we only let the ones in who we wanted to let in. There are four of them at the ranch this weekend. There are six girls bought and paid for to fulfill any kinky fantasy they want to live out. There isn't going to be an expectation that we do something unless we really, really want to."

"That makes sense," Rita said. "Thanks. I'll be able to just relax and enjoy it."

The bus pulled past the gates of Stephen's ranch, and all of us fell nearly silent. It was massive. Jess had told me it was 20,000 acres, but the impression of size became indelible pulling up the mile-long driveway. There were lakes on either side of it. The house, seemingly on an island, was massive. And then you realized it was the guest house. The main house, easily 30,000 square feet, sprawled before our eyes.

"Let's show these old white men how to fucking party," Kelly announced loudly as we came to a stop.

The girls shrieked in anticipation. I noticed Melissa, the pro cheerleader, snorted a couple extra lines before leaving the bus. The energy was palpable. Everyone was looking forward to an unbridled weekend of indulgence.

Rita and I hung back, getting off the bus nearly last. Nicole was in front of us.

"You must be Rita," she said. "I'm Nicole. It's so nice to meet you."

"Oh, Nicole from Vegas, right?" Rita said. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Well, that's a shame," Nicole said with a laugh. "Just promise me you'll let me make my own first impression. I'm a lot different from the things you've probably heard. Not that they aren't all true."

We laughed, if only to cut the tension.

"This weekend could be your big chance to hook a whale of your very own!" I said.

"I'll be more than content if I get fucked and paid," Nicole said. "I'm okay with my independence."

I was skeptical but nodded approvingly. We walked into the mansion, and although this was Stephen's ranch, Peter appeared to be playing emcee. He greeted everyone inside the door in his gregarious, overwhelming manner.

"Come in! Come in!" he urged. And he greeted everyone by name, even the girls he hadn't met before. Kelly and Jess had laid the groundwork impeccably. "There is anything you desire laid out in the kitchen. Party favors are everywhere. Make yourselves at home. The staff will take your luggage to your rooms, and you can find those on your welcome packages on the table here."

Everyone had a personalized folder with a floor plan of the house, list of amenities and activities through the ranch, and a form to fill out with any personalized requests for food or beverages. It was a jaw-dropping setup. I wondered how extensive the non-disclosure agreements were that the staff must have signed.

"Infinity girls," Jess said once everyone was inside. "Go ahead and get freshened up and changed. We'll have a lineup in one hour."

"That's new," I said quietly as I walked up behind Jess.

"Peter's clients like the brothel style selection process," she said breezily.

"Are you and Kelly in the lineup?" I asked.

"No," Jess said. "Neither is Kat. But the six agency girls are free-use all weekend."

After the group began to split up, I approached Peter and shook his hand, thanking him for the invitation and opportunity.

He slapped me on the back and said, "Relax, John. I know they say business before pleasure, but I prefer to have pleasure before business and more pleasure again after. What do you want to drink? I'm having Champagne."

"I never say no to Champagne," I said.

"I'm so rude," Peter said. "Rita, join us. John, your girlfriend has enchanted me with the simple shake of a hand."

Rita laughed and said, "You flatter me."

Kat and Jess set off to roam the house. Rita and I joined Peter in the kitchen and drank Champagne.

"I brought a little something from California, too," Peter said. He pulled out a beautiful snuff box. "The best I can get there. I know Kelly has extolled the quality of your source here, but try some of this with me."

Peter poured out a generous amount of cocaine onto the kitchen counter, then produced a carbon fiber card from his pocket and quickly formed the gloriously airy powder into massively long lines.

"Rita, do you indulge?" Peter asked.

"Enthusiastically," she said.

"Then you should get us started," he said and handed her a silver straw.

Rita put down her Champagne glass and addressed one of the massive lines. She snorted it, half in each nostril, with ease, before offering the straw back to Peter.

"John, please, be my guest," he said.

I followed in Rita's footsteps, taking down the line in two halves. Peter took his turn and made us look like amateurs, hoovering up the entire line in one go.

"I love people who aren't afraid to party," he said, slapping me on the back again.

Rita had come alive, her eyes dancing. "That is some seriously fantastic coke," she said.

"I'm glad you approve," Peter said, taking her hand and kissing it. When he did it, it wasn't nearly as suave as when Stephen had made the same move to Kat in LA. "Anywhere you see one of these silver boxes throughout the house? There's an eight ball of the same quality in it. It's kind of like a cocaine scavenger hunt. Enjoy it!"

Peter excused himself, and Rita and I refilled our Champagne glasses before wandering the house. It felt like a hotel, not necessarily like a home. And that made sense since it seemed like a business write-off and entertaining venue for Stephen.

Rita took my hand and said, "This place is stunning. But it's also like a maze. I feel like there are so many hidden spots and nooks and crannies. God, that coke was really good. All I can think about now is how badly I want you to fuck me in as many of these dark corners as possible this weekend."

We found ourselves in a library, with impressive floor-to-ceiling bookcases and a raft of comfortable, dark leather chairs.

"I bet if you sat in one of these," Rita said, running a hand across one of the high-backed chairs, "no one could even see me on my knees in front of you with your dick in my mouth."

"You make me so fucking horny," I said, pulling her to me by the waist. "I have a feeling it will be really easy to slip away anytime we want. This house is massive."

We melted into a kiss, but were promptly interrupted when someone opened the library door.

"You two didn't waste any time," Kat said cheerfully. Jess was with her.

"Rita was just saying there are a lot of little private spaces here, and we probably should try to test out how many we can find," I said.

"That's a delicious idea," Kat said as she and Jess came into the room.

Jess moved in to kiss me, and Kat kissed Rita. Passionately. It took me a little by surprise, but Rita was stunned -- for a moment, at least. Her body had stiffened initially, but then she relaxed. It was sexy to watch.

"Wow," Rita said. "You're really good at that."

"I kind of figured the same thing you did with this palace," Kat said. "There's a lot to explore. We might as well find as many places to play as we can. And maybe try some new things."

"Hey, look at that gorgeous silver box," Jess said. It seemed like all of us were on sensory overload and incapable of focusing on a single topic for more than a few moments.

"So, Peter had one of those," I said. "I think you might want to look in it. He said they were all over the house. Almost like a scavenger hunt."

Jess picked it up and opened the lid.

"Holy shit," she said. "There's coke in here."

She dipped her pinkie in and withdrew a small amount, sucking it up her nose.

"Let me modify that," she said. "Really, really good coke."

"Let me try," Kat said. She followed suit by trying a bump off her fingernail. "God. Yes. That is so pure."

Rita looked at me knowingly. This was going to be an awesome weekend. But we had a little bit of business to conduct first. Jess realized it, too, when she glanced at her watch.

"It's almost time for the lineup," she said. "Let's get back and pick up where we left off in a minute."

We retreated to the main living area again, and it took what seemed like a five-minute walk to get there. Jess hung back near me.

"You probably already guessed this," she said just above a whisper, "but Peter will want some time with me this weekend."

"I had figured," I said. "Put on a good show. I assume Stephen will want to see Kat?"

"I'm not sure," Jess said. "Kelly told me Stephen is very finicky. He might get infatuated with one of the girls. He might decide to play with Kat again. It's kind of up in the air. He does what he wants."

"I can't say I blame him for that," I said.

"And, don't worry, John," Jess added. "Everyone knows Rita is off limits without your express permission."

"I really appreciate that, darling," I said.

"This is going to be an amazing weekend," Jess said. "For my business -- and for yours."

"I hope so," I said.

Just off the entry hall, adjacent to the kitchen, was a huge common area. Living room didn't cut it as a description. It was more like a hotel lobby, scattered with TVs, coffee tables, comfortable chairs and couches. It was smartly put together to facilitate small group interactions.

Our host sat in a deep, heavy arm chair talking to two men who I didn't recognize. They must have been Peter's investors. Trying to assert my confidence, I strode up to Stephen and said hello.

"John, it's really nice to see you again," he said graciously as he stood up. "I want you to meet Michael Jenkins and Harry Miller. This is John Cameron, who you'll probably want to thank for this weekend more than you will me."

I chuckled. "You're too kind, Stephen," I said. I shook hands with Michael and Harry, each of whom was pushing the upper edge of middle age but retained good looks and California tans.

"We're looking forward to talking business," Harry said.

"But I hear you brought us an entourage of fun first," Michael added.

At just that moment, the six escorts announced their entrance via the sound of rapid-fire clicks of high heels on the wood floor.

"I think we're about to find out," I said.

"Gentlemen, sorry to interrupt your conversation," Kelly interjected at the perfect time. "But we have some entertainment options for you, courtesy of Mr. John Cameron, whom I see you've met. Please enjoy with his compliments."

I noticed that Peter already had cornered Jess, who was laughing and casually touching his arm. It seems he had made his selection without needing to see the full buffet of choices.

Stephen led Harry and Michael to the front of the room, where six stunning women stood in nothing but lingerie and high heels.

"They're a little overdressed, aren't they?" Michael said with a smile.

"I couldn't agree more," Kelly said graciously. "Girls, why don't you take off everything except your shoes."

As the featured guests gathered around to watch the girls strip, I gravitated to Kat and Rita.

"This is something else, huh?" I said.

"I guess they could take two each," Kat noted.

"It's what I plan to do," I said and ran a hand over each of their asses.

"Please, daddy," Kat said. "We need it."

"We need it badly," Rita said.

The girls all looked stunning. Alix stood confidently, her huge tits jutting out and calling for extra attention thanks to the shimmering metal bolts through her nipples. Gloria looked like she had been working out more, her stomach flat and firm, a stark contrast to her flotation device tits. Nicole offered comparative refinement to the other two Infinity girls, her body smooth, tan, and inviting.

And I had to hand it to Kelly's California girls. They were gorgeous. Heather was like a taller version of Alix, though she retained a blonde landing strip on her pussy. She was the only girl in the lineup not fully shaved. Josie, the ballerina, showed more curves than I would have thought. Her natural tits were pert and proud, and she had a small bubble butt. But my eyes gravitated to Melissa. Her blonde hair was carefully tousled, giving it a seductive look. Her blue eyes stood out above her megawatt smile. Her breasts looked fake but modestly done. Her body was fit and tan, and there was a clear sheen of moisture on her pussy lips. I stared at her lustfully for a moment, and she licked her lips.

Harry wasted no time. He tabbed Alix and Heather, inviting each to take an arm.

"This is going to be like fucking twins!" he said ecstatically. "Come on, girls!"

Before Harry had disappeared, Michael made his choice. He pawed Nicole and Josie crudely and said, "My weakness is brunettes." He guided them to the kitchen initially, where someone had cut numerous lines of cocaine on the counter while we had explored the house.

Stephen sized up Gloria and Melissa, who remained.

"This isn't like dodgeball when you were in school," he said. "Don't read anything into being picked last. I asked them to let me have you both."

Gloria confidently sauntered up to him and planted a kiss on his lips.

"I never see myself as a consolation prize, don't worry," she said. Cocaine always made her even more outgoing.

"I'm so glad you picked me again," Melissa added, and what she said wasn't lost on me.

"Well, this ought to do for now," Stephen said, escorting the girls past where I stood with Kat and Rita. As he spoke, he made eye contact directly with Kat and smiled.

It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. The three of us stood in silence. Kelly paused for a moment, simply smiling. Jess and Peter were pawing each other on the couch and whispering to each other.

Kelly walked over to us.

"Well, John, did you see the look of surprise when I told them the entertainment was on you?" she asked.

"Honestly? I was ... distracted," I admitted.

"I think it was the perfect gesture," she said. "A great idea. They were impressed."

"I'm so wet right now," Rita interjected, causing us all to laugh.

"Why don't you three go play," Kelly suggested. "I have some arrangements to make and some work to do. It'll help John get properly focused to talk business." She turned to me and added, "They'll probably want to get that out of the way before dinner, so you've got a couple hours."

We stopped in the kitchen and each did two lines of coke. As Rita bent over to do hers, I slid my hand up her skirt and between her thighs. She was incredibly sticky. When I withdrew my fingers, Kat took my hand and licked it clean. She smiled at me and bit her lip.

"Let's go find someplace," I suggested.

With numerous doors to choose from, by coincidence we happened to stumble into a sitting room that was already occupied by Michael, Nicole, and Josie. Nicole was on her knees, sucking Michael's cock, and Josie was doing lines of cocaine. They didn't notice us. So we decided to stay.

Kat and Rita got on their knees and began a prodigious double blowjob. It was hot, urgent, and sloppy. The girls had done this dozens of times to me now, and it had become a practiced routine. They took turns engulfing my shaft in their mouths, while the other teased and sucked my balls. This was my personal version of heaven.