Author's Note: Big things are happening to the foursome in this chapter. This will help give you an idea of some key plot points the book will center around. I hope you enjoy it. It's going to be a fun ride!
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I hurriedly tucked my cock back into my pants and gathered myself. Kat had no such sense of urgency. She rolled onto her back and drew a finger across her pussy lips, which were puffy and bright pink from the furious, demanding fuck we had just completed. A little bit of cum trickled out, and Kat sighed happily.
"I don't know how you cum so much, daddy," she said.
"I want it to be my turn next," Rita said, sitting on a chair across the bed from us. She leaned over and snorted two lines of cocaine. "I get so horny watching you two."
"Why don't you both shower up," I suggested. "Kelly and Jess said the business talk wouldn't take too long."
"It sounds like it's more of a formality," Kat said, still playing with herself. She now spread my cum across her lips and clit, rubbing herself gently.
"I hope so," I said. "I'm also eager to get back to you two sexy things."
Rita stood up and walked into the bathroom of the guest bedroom we had found our way into. She moved in a way so effortlessly, it was almost like she glided across the floor. The only indication she was exerting any energy was the flex in the ripple down her thighs. Her ass swayed rather than jiggled. My cock stirred, but I shook myself out of my admiration. I had work to do.
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Returning to the kitchen, I found Peter putting his pants back on in a similarly hurried fashion to mine a few minutes earlier. A naked Jess was bent over the counter snorting coke.
She popped her head up and, not noticing I'd entered the room, said, "I'm pretty sure if I have a dick in my ass while you're in my pussy I would actually squirt."
She rubbed her nose, threw back her head, and looked up to see me.
"Oh, hey, babe!" she said. "Did you hear what I just said?"
"Sounds like someone is horny as fuck," I said.
"Maybe you want to be that dick in my ass?" she offered, and I noticed the flush that was receding from her neck and face.
"I always want to be in your ass," I said playfully.
Peter interjected with a laugh.
"Come on, John," he said. "We've gotten the pleasure. Let's knock out the business so we can get back to what we really came for."
Just like that, Peter whisked me away to a conference room near the back of the house, overlooking an expansive, well, backyard seemed too trite a description. There was a huge swimming pool, which included several water features, and a few outer buildings containing unknown entertainment.
Michael, Harry, and Stephen -- all looking shockingly refreshed and put together -- already sat at a large rectangular table. I felt it important to flex my confidence in what I was about to present to them.
"How's the entertainment so far, gentlemen?" I asked.
"Exquisite," Stephen said, nodding approvingly. "It's an incredibly generous gesture. I'm intrigued by these Texas girls more than I ever have been. Gloria is a dynamo. She can bring out an animal from inside you."
"Is that the bimbo?" Michael asked. Stephen nodded. It was easy for even us, relative strangers, to slide into the assessment of the girls' naughty skills.
"For my money," Peter said and paused, "well, for John's money!" He stopped to laugh heartily. "Jess is a younger Kelly. She is a next-level piece of ass."
"I love that ballerina," Harry added, "but Nicole? Jesus Christ, what a fucking eager slut. It's like she's just trying to prove her worth by seeing if she can suck your eyeballs out through your cock!"
This carried on for several more minutes. I took it as an excellent sign. After all, if their libidos were satisfied and at the forefront of their minds, then they would be more inclined to scrutinize my proposal.
"Okay, gentlemen," Peter said, turning things back to a more serious topic. "I've invited John this weekend because I wanted to have him associated with my next film. I have to get creative with this one because, what I haven't told you, is that this is my passion project. I've wanted to make this movie for twenty years. It's a risk. None of the usual suspects wants to touch it, not even with my name attached to it. But, fuck it, I'm going to finance it my own way. This is where you all come in."
"I'm going to add right at the outset," Stephen spoke up, "that I'm going to star and direct."
Harry and Michael looked at each other and nodded approvingly. I understood the gravity of what had just taken place. Stephan and Peter were sticking their necks out. They didn't have to do it. They must have respected these two businessmen a lot to put skin in the game, even if their reputations probably couldn't be tarnished. Their status as Hollywood icons was cemented.
I took this as my cue. I had passed out a PowerPoint presentation. It contained only twelve slides. But it was high-level and to the point.
"I'll give you a few moments to read over it," I said.
While we waited, Peter took out a snuff box that must have been stashed in some secret spot underneath the table. He dumped cocaine onto the surface, pulled out the same carbon fiber card, and formed two lines that must have contained almost two grams of coke. He sniffed them like it was a bump. Stephen sat with his hand resting on his chin. He made eye contact with me and gave a forced-but-reassuring smile.
"Gentlemen, what you'll find here," I began but Harry immediately cut me off.
"I've seen enough," he said. He paused.
"Yeah, same here," Michael added.
"Peter, why don't you seal the deal like we normally do," Harry said.
Peter clapped his hands and dumped out the contents of the snuff box.
"We're in," Michael said. "All the way. John, we're not going to make you do a dog and pony show when the decision is made. Let's get back to the fun."
