Author's Note: Thanks for your patience. Real world things have been extremely demanding of late and likely will be for most of June. But please don't think that means I've lost steam or interest in these characters or story. I just haven't had time to write. We've got a lot of fun to come. That said, this chapter is a short interlude that lays some foundation for things to come. Please enjoy.
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We were only two weeks away from closing on the Vegas Hooker House. Brittany had taken up residence at the Aria, leaving her things in storage. Kelly had sent Melissa, the now-former professional cheerleader, as her advance escort. At the Houston Hooker House, Bryce and I helped pack up Nicole's things. Since the condo in Vegas would be furnished, she only needed her clothes and personal effects.
Nicole would fly out on Thursday night, letting Bryce focus on that week's game, and giving her the chance to take a couple appointments with the new list of Vegas clients. I could tell Bryce was nervous about Nicole moving back to Vegas. It was sweet, honestly, and there was a tension in the room because of it.
"Are you sure you need this?" Bryce asked, holding up a leather bustier that had a thick collar on it and bondage harnesses attached.
"Probably," Nicole said flirtatiously. "You never know what kind of freaky clients I might come across in Vegas."
"I'm going to miss you, you know," Bryce said.
"I know, babe," Nicole said. "Remember that Jess is having me fly back for the Sunday parties, and I'll stay Monday and Tuesday. So it's really only the four days a week you'll be totally immersed in practice and games."
"It just feels like more than that," Bryce said.
There wasn't much left to pack into Nicole's suitcases, so I took the conversation turn as an opportunity to exit and let the lovebirds spend some time together. It turned out to be perfect timing because I found Alix and Katie in the kitchen, their heads buried in a pile of cocaine.
"Well, well, well," I said when I walked in. "Look what we have here."
I stood behind them, each girl wearing a thong-bottom bathing suit and no top. Houston was in the final throes of summer heat in mid-October, and the girls were taking full advantage of it.
"Hey!" Katie said enthusiastically when she saw me, rubbing the crust of coke crystals from her nostrils. "Do you want some?"
"Why not," I said, Alix stood up and gave a little whoop of satisfaction.
"Hey stud," she said and handed me the straw. Her tits, slightly red from the sun she had taken in that day, jutted out as proudly as ever. Her nipples were painfully erect.
I did a couple quick hits on moderate lines and closed my eyes to savor the rush. It was a Wednesday. Rita and Kat were working, then had another promotional shoot in the afternoon. Jess had dropped me off earlier, then gone to run errands. She planned to come back a little after lunch to check in with Alix and pick me up.
"This coke stash really is the best thing about this house," I said absent-mindedly.
"Really?" Katie said, batting her eyes at me and squeezing her tits together. "The best thing?"
"Maybe the second best thing," I stuttered with a laugh.
"The second best?" Alix said, now turning to Katie and pushing her own ample tits against Katie's.
"So what's the best thing then?" Katie asked. She was a master of teasing and flirtation.
"The talent," I said. "Definitely the talent."
"And what talent is that?" Alix asked, as both girls moved a little closer to me.
The familiar numbing of the coke spread across my face. They looked good. My cock stirred. I was ready for some mischief.
"I'm looking at it," I said. "At least, a nice part of it."
"Did you know we had a doubles session?" Katie said.
"I didn't," I said, my voice trailing off.
"Yeah, it was really hot," Alix said. "He was a younger guy. Really good looking."
"And we gave him the hottest double blow job," Katie added.
"He came all over our tits," Alix said, as they continued their ping-pong narrative.
"All over them," Katie emphasized breathily. "And then we rubbed our boobs together and got them all good and slippery with his cum."
The girls were close enough now that I could feel the heat radiating off their skin.
"Jesus," was all I could mutter.
"Are you hard?" Alix asked, lowering a hand to my crotch.
"Like you even have to ask," Katie said. "I don't care what he says, John is a tit man."
"I cannot tell a lie," I said.
"A regular George Washington over here," Alix said. "Tell us, Mr. President, what are you thinking about right now?"
"A double blow job," I admitted.
The conversation paused. Alix rubbed my cock over the fabric of my shorts. Katie smiled at me. She had extremely seductive eyes that narrowed to slits when she really wanted something, almost as if she was zeroing in on that single thing.
