Author's Note: Here is the penultimate chapter of Traffic Girl: Rita. I hope you enjoy -- this has been a great ride for me, and it's because of all the great feedback I've gotten from you. Let's keep the fun going. This is a long, debauchery-filled chapter that veers into something completely new. I hope you enjoy it.
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The two weeks leading up to the Super Bowl always were an anxiety-ridden circus. I now understood that more than ever before. But for the four of us, it was an exercise in fantastic anticipation. There was a high level of confidence that Houston could take the title, but it was difficult to gauge how much of that was wishful thinking because of the windfall of fun it would result for us. You also couldn't tell how the players would react on a unique stage with unsurpassed pressure and temptation. On the other hand, it was clear that the team was focused. They had developed a strong level of discipline.
We busied ourselves with arrangements. Jess was in her element, putting all the pieces in place. If the team won, the Friday after the Super Bowl we would gather at Stephen's ranch and party our asses off. If not, the four of us were going to have a quiet weekend there alone. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but we didn't contemplate the latter scenario seriously.
Kat and I took charge of food and catering. Rita oversaw decorations. And Jess, with help from Crystal and Katie, tackled logistics. There would be about forty people descending on the ranch, and we had to figure out how to juggle partying and sleeping -- if there would be any. The planning really was on a scale we hadn't known before. It was a massive undertaking, and we hoped it wouldn't be for naught.
Five minutes into the Super Bowl, it was apparent that our hope wasn't misplaced. Houston was up 14-0 and remained in control throughout, cruising to a 27-3 win in an absolute snooze-fest of a game. New York simply was overmatched. After all the tension and buildup, it really wasn an anticlimactic finish to a thrilling season. But we knew the most exciting part was about to come.
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With the party on tap for Friday, the four of us went down to Stephen's ranch on Wednesday. We wanted to have a night to ourselves on the tranquil property before the shitshow started. Kat and Rita had just reached twelve weeks, and we celebrated passing that milestone by having a leisurely dinner together outside at the ranch. I cooked, and we enjoyed the beautiful late winter weather. We talked about the future. After this weekend, we planned to lock down and focus on preparations for all the change that barreled toward us. We were on course to meet those challenges, and I was looking forward to seeing how it played out. But for the moment? We were going to enjoy one last indulgence before our world turned upside down.
That indulgence would look a bit different than it had in the past. Jess had imposed precautions to ensure Kat and Rita wouldn't be exposed to second-hand smoke, and Ashley and Megan had agreed not to party when in the room with them. Jess had contemplated putting Kat and Rita up in one of the guest quarters buildings at the ranch, but she didn't want them to feel disconnected from the rest of the events. So we simply made some adjustments. Ashley and Megan were utterly amenable to it.
I also knew that the party would be a kind of last hurrah. Jess and I had agreed to lock down and button up our behavior until the babies came. We wanted to show our solidarity and commitment to the family. So that probably meant this Super Bowl celebration would be particularly crazy.
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The atmosphere ramped up starting on Thursday. First, the Hummer stretch limo with the Houston Infinity girls rolled into the ranch. Crystal, Katie, and Gloria tumbled out first, not even their oversized sunglasses hiding the fact that they had been partying the entire ride into town. Jen, Bianka, Julie, and Nikki were right behind them, the final two puffing deeply on cigarettes. Jason, of course, was by Crystal's side. Jen looked a little nervous, attending her first big event. We greeted them and had a wonderful laugh when Nikki told us her excuse to her pastor husband was that she was going on a Bible study retreat.
A few hours later, the private jet from Vegas touched down on the ranch's private airstrip. Kelly, Melissa, Brittany, Caitlyn, and Nicole joined the party. An hour after that, the group was complete when the LA jet arrived. Alix, Serena, Christy, and Josie, the ballet dancer, were in tow. But so were two new girls. Alix introduced them as Claire, a sultry and curvy goth-type, and Emma, an archetypical California blonde.
There were eighteen Infinity girls, and the lineup had never looked better. They all dripped sexuality, anticipation, and confidence. I put my arm around Jess.
"This is the empire you're building," I said. "Look at it."
"Down boy," she said playfully, patting my crotch.
"I mean it," I said. "How much are you getting for this gig alone?"
"If it plays out right," Jess said, "something along the lines of $300,000."
"Jesus, Jess," I said.
"So, minus expenses, probably about $175,000," she said. "The overhead is too high, but what are you going to do? This is a once-in-a-lifetime event."
With the help of the ranch staff, who were professional in their discretion, we helped everyone get settled. Jess then held a late welcome lunch for everyone to go over some ground rules and plans. She needed everyone to sign non-disclosure agreements. It wasn't an issue; they had all been told about it in advance. There had been a handful of specific one-on-one requests, which Jess would take care of via introductions as the players arrived. And then there was one surprise. In addition to Megan and Ashley, who were coming for Kat and Rita, there were four other players' wives joining the party.
The remainder of Thursday was a pressure cooker. I had been expecting a little more fun, but it didn't play out that way. The anticipation only grew as everyone threw themselves into finalizing the last details. Jess had a team meeting, bringing everyone up to speed on the party plan, as well as session requests. There were so many people attending compared to the usual football party that she was going to kick off the event by pairing certain girls with certain players. That way, she ensured everyone got a taste of who they really wanted.
It was a much more mellow penultimate day than I anticipated. There was a joyful reunion with Alix, in particular, and a lot of reconnecting and gossip about the agency all around. We smoked a ton of weed, and I was a little surprised that about half the girls ripped through cigarettes or vapes. But the biggest surprise was the girls weren't catty. They got along, and they acted like they were on the same team. I realized Jess had built a very positive culture around this group.
Alix showed off her comfort with being a leader. She made sure everyone met Claire and Emma, the new girls. The three locations co-mingled with ease. They told stories about clients and recent adventures. What struck me was how the experiences were almost universally positive. It was rare to have a bad or even boring session.
After a barbecue feast that evening, the festivities largely wound down early. Jess had arranged hair, makeup, and manicures and pedicures for everyone starting first-thing in the morning. The first batch of players was due around lunch time. The girls had shown admirable restraint that day. It had played out almost like an agency retreat. A healthy number of sleeping pills later, and the ranch was quiet. It wouldn't stay that way for long.
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Friday started early, at least for me. The persistent mouths of Kat and Rita circled my cock, and I awoke to the most intense double blow job I had ever experienced.
