Author's Note: This chapter is different from any other in this series so far. It's going to be told purely from the third-party point of view. The presumption here is that, as the events here are relayed to you, they're told as recounted by Kat and Jess to John and Rita after they get back from Hollywood. So perhaps there is some unreliability or self-interest tinged in the events, but it's meant to be the honest and detailed narrative of what happened with Kat and Jess on their weekend in LA. Please enjoy. And, as always, thank you for reading, and I appreciate your feedback.
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The jet's cabin door closed and, within minutes, it was taxiing to the runway. The flight attendant, who looked to be college aged, offered drinks, which Kat and Jess happily accepted.
"So did Peter tell you anything about what they have planned?" Kat asked, nervous excitement in her voice.
"Not really," Jess said, taking a sip of her Champagne. "He just said to be ready for anything. But he's always like that. What about Stephen?"
"A total black hole," Kat said, "except for one thing. He said he wanted me to have a landing strip."
"Oh my god, really?" Jess said, surprised.
"Yeah," Kat affirmed. "I mean, luckily I hadn't shaved in Vegas, so it was easy. So I've got a perfect little strip going!"
"This is going to be so much fun," Jess said. "It's kind of hot just being called out there by them, like we're their property."
"It makes sense, though," Kat said. "They like to do what they want, when they want it. It's part of their ethos and their celebrity. Snap, and people come running."
"I feel a little bad leaving, I have to admit," Jess said.
"Me, too," Kat agreed. "I mean, yes, I want to do it, and I know it'll be fun. But it's hard leaving behind John and Rita."
"We're lucky they're so cool with it," Jess said.
"I mean, seriously, we are living the best life," Kat said.
"And John is going to take care of Rita," Jess said.
"I know," Kat said. "New Orleans sounds amazing. Such a romantic gesture."
"He's good at those," Jess said.
Kat smiled in agreement, and the two girls clinked glasses. The flight passed uneventfully but not very quickly. There was too much anticipation on board. Neither Kat nor Jess could bear to eat. They kept an even buzz going with glasses of Champagne and occasional bumps off their coke bullets, but their eyes rarely left the flight map that was on the TV screen at the front of the cabin. There was a dual rush of adrenaline and uncertainty that coursed through them. On one side was the excitement of getting to be with famous and powerful men. On the other was not knowing what those men might make them do. It was a helplessness that appealed to both of them a great deal.
As the jet embarked on its final descent, Kat and Jess took turns freshening their makeup and putting on a new outfit. Without knowing what came next, they chose something functional but attractive.
For Kat, that meant a sheer, pastel pink top that allowed glimpses of her nipples piercings and also did nothing to mask how erect they were all the time. She paired it with an elegant, ruffled skirt that came up past mid-thigh and was, more than anything, an invitation for easy access.
For Jess, she chose a high-waisted romper that was made from thin blue material. It had a plunging neckline and fit her curves as if it were painted on. Her ass was full and firm. It gave her a noticeable camel toe, and it was only a matter of time before the arousal coursing through her body would show in the crotch.
The girls exchanged anxious glances as the plane touched down. They took one last bump of coke before it came to a stop.
"Sometimes I just want to get used like a whore," Kat said, biting her lower lip and feeling juices build between her thighs.
"I have a feeling we're going to be up to the challenge, whatever it is," Jess said, leaving a hint of the mysterious and confident in her voice, as if she knew a secret and relished not telling.
At the Van Nuys airport, a stretch limo awaited them. The driver didn't speak. He simply opened the door, closed it behind them when they climbed in back, and put their bags in the trunk. Inside, the girls each found a dozen blue roses. The limo was fragrant with them. An air of mystery took over as the driver pulled away.
"Where do you think we're going?" Kat asked.
"I honestly don't know," Jess said.
"I'm too nervous to even do a bump," Kat said.
"My pussy is dripping like a faucet," Jess said.
"This just feels so naughty," Kat admitted. "I haven't felt like this in a long time. Even though John knows and approves. I just feel like I did when I was working for you."
"Sounds like Kitty Kat is coming to play," Jess said.
"Kitty Kat is already here," Kat said with a grin.
They rode in silence for a while, and the limo wound its way south, through Van Nuys, past Sherman Oaks, through the hills of Bel Air, and past the Getty Museum. The girls were getting antsy, unsure of where they were headed. This was a different route from any other time they had been in LA.
"Okay, I need a pick-me-up," Kat finally said.
"I didn't want to say it first," Jess said with a nervous laugh.
The limo exited the 405 to the 10 as Kat and Jess calibrated their coke bullets to larger bumps. In tandem, they inhaled in one nostril, then the other.
"I never get tired of that rush," Jess said.
"God, me neither," Kat agreed. "Doing a line or a bump just feels so sexy."
"That's because John loves it so much," Jess said. "We can make him hard just by letting him watch us do a hit of coke."
"And I love that about him," Kat said with a laugh and a sniffle. "But I love the coke, too."
Jess laughed and said, "Do you think we'll ever stop being coke whores?"
"Oh, sweetie, never," Kat said. "Well, I mean, just long enough to have a baby. But otherwise? Never."
When the 10 came to an end at the Santa Monica pier, the limo turned north and wound its way up the Pacific Coast Highway. After a few minutes, the car ducked into the Pacific Palisades, but it never made it far from the ocean. And, suddenly, it stopped in front of a tall, bright white wrought iron gate, which retracted and opened when the limo pulled up. Inside, behind a line of ten-foot shrubs, was an immaculate stucco mansion with Spanish tile roof. The car came to a stop, and Kat and Jess looked at each other with wide, excited, wired eyes.
"Ladies," the driver said after opening the door.
Kat and Jess stepped out into the refreshing, salt-tinged air. The sun gently descended toward the horizon of the Pacific Ocean, of which the house had an unobstructed view. The driver led them to the front door, leaving their bags there, and then disappeared into the evening almost without notice. The girls were mesmerized by the scene. An infinity pool draped the backyard, while a balcony wrapped around the expanse of the house, giving it incredible views from every side.
Before the girls even had time to think, a butler, dressed formally, had answered the door and lifted their bags inside.
"The gentlemen await you on the verandah this way," he said solemnly.
He led them down a corridor along the side of the house, lined all the way with floor-to-ceiling windows, to another glass wall leading to the back balcony. The house was built up fairly high, and the ground floor rose above the level of the protective shrubs, giving a glorious view of the Pacific and the horizon line. The butler led them to already-opened French doors that led outside and bowed away. It was an artfully choreographed entrance. And, for Kat and Jess, the reward at the end of it was being greeted by Peter and Stephen, grinning broadly to welcome them and holding two glasses of Champagne each.
The girls had to stifle the urge to run to them. Their excitement thumped in their chest and between their legs. Kat walked to Stephen, smiling, and he greeted her with a movie star's kiss, sweeping her away into the moment and made her feel lightheaded. Peter, on the other hand, set down the Champagne and aggressively cupped Jess's ass while he smothered her face, and she giggled in delight.
"Girls, you've made it just in time for sunset!" Peter said grandly, gesturing out over the ocean.
"This is breathtaking," Kat said, starstruck and completely lost in the moment.
"We, of course, have plenty of Champagne," Stephen said. "And help yourselves to the sushi. Peter had Nobu himself prepare it."
"God, are you kidding?" Jess said. "This looks amazing!"
"This is probably the only break we're going to get for the next two months," Peter explained. "We wanted to make it count."
Stephen raised his Champagne glass in toast.
"Hear, hear," he said. "Here's to a beautiful weekend of total indulgence."
They clinked glasses, and Peter put his arm around Jess's ass again, guiding her to the sushi spread, which was immaculate. Peter picked up a piece of toro belly and popped it into his mouth.
"This is not the best sushi I'm going to eat all weekend," he said, leering at Jess, who laughed. She was always amused by his raunchy sense of humor.
