Chapter 2

I put my hands on her hips and took a moment to drink in her body. The faint traces of her ribs indicated she had lost a little weight, which made sense given how much cocaine she had been using. None of those shed pounds came from her ass, which was as firm and delicious as ever. Her nipples jutted out proudly. I moved my head forward to inhale the musk emanating from her cunt. My nose tickled her flat belly.

"You're a goddess," I said and leaned back against the couch.

For a moment, she towered above me, her golden hair catching the brightening light of the dawn. My cock stood up proudly, just eager for her to sit on it. I didn't have to wait. She put one knee on the couch, gripped my cock, and slid it inside her as she finished straddling me.

"I have so many plans in mind," Jess said as she began to slowly ride me.

"Tell me," I said. "I want to know every detail."

"I'm going to have Kat dive right in," she said. "Four or five appointments a week. But I need to take her shopping. There's no room for this traffic girl wardrobe. She needs to look the part."

"Yes," I breathed.

"I'm going to give her a makeover," she said. "I'm going to give myself a bit of a makeover. We're rich. We have no one to answer to. We can be stupid sluts and look the part."

"I like where this is going," I said.

"Being a whore has to become our lifestyle," she said. "No limits. Not on how much coke or anything else we do. My clients like to party. I want to see just how much money I can make by taking the training wheels off."

She paused, focusing for a moment on grinding her hips deeply into me, taking my cock in deeper.

"And there's a really big thing," she said.

"What is it?" I stared at her as if I were hypnotized.

"I need to get a house," she said. "The agency needs one. Somewhere we can do incall appointments. I want more events like our divorce party for Kat. I want to be able to entertain clients in seclusion, so they can let their guard down even more. We have so much cash stashed away from my whoring, I'm sure we can figure out a way to use it."

"That shouldn't be a problem," I said. "It sounds like you and Kat will be busy. We'll have to make sure we get time together."

"We will," Jess said, picking up the pace of her fucking now. "But you are going to have to find ways of keeping yourself busy. Overnights and parties are big bucks. Especially with football season coming up. We'll have parties after every game with the guys. You can use my girls, of course, but you might want to find another playmate or two."

"Are you serious?" I said.

"Yes, sweetie," she said. "If we're raising the stakes, we have to commit. But don't tell me you wouldn't like to have a little college slut to fuck. Or get back on Tinder or Bumble. Maybe you can even find potential prospects to come work for me."

"Fuck, Jess, you really have thought this through," I marveled.

"I have, baby," she said. "After Dr. V died, I realized it probably was impossible to fill the pleasure gap I'd have without him through just one person. It's the agency where I can get it. I can get all the dick I need and scratch all those wild itches you know I get so frequently. So, the bottom line is, I just have to be more of a whore now. And it'll be even more fun if Kat does it with me."

"That sounds so hot," I said. "As long as you keep enough time for us."

"Always, baby," Jess assured me. "You'll always come first."

"Speaking of that," I panted. "I'm, fuck, I'm going to cum."

The long night of coke had edged me. I came with outrageous force, shooting a remarkable load of spunk inside Jess. My head was spinning. I knew her dirty talk was sincere. She wasn't just trying to get me off. She was guiding us toward a path of even greater debauchery. The thought turned me on immensely. She knew how to push my buttons. After I came inside her, I stayed hard as the thoughts ran through my head. Kat as a full-time whore. Jess upping the depravity of their services.

Here we were again, sliding into a new realm of smut. Maybe retirement had made me bored, but I was excited by Jess's ideas. It didn't occur to me in my cocaine-wired and highly aroused state that we could slide off the rails, that it could all go wrong. I was rich and had too much time on my hands. Why wouldn't I just devote myself to hedonism? This was my dream as much as it was Jess's. I had to find out if we could handle it.

"This reminds me a lot of that time in Vegas," Kat said enthusiastically.

"I was thinking that just as you said it," I said. Jess had suggested I drop off Kat for her appointment. She wanted us all-in together. "Are you nervous?"

"Honestly? Surprisingly not," she said. "Are you going to wait for me?"

"Actually, I'm meeting Jess and Alyssa," I said. "She's going to show us a house nearby."

"We already have a house, darling," Kat said.

"I know," I said. "Jess thinks the agency needs a house. Somewhere you can have appointments and parties in a more private setting."

"Sounds like a lot of naughty possibilities," she said, gripping my hand playfully.

"Is this what you want?" I said, glancing at her from the driver's seat.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Being a whore," I said unceremoniously.

"Does this answer your question?" Kat shot back. She spread her legs, took my hand, and guided it roughly against her pussy. She was wearing a summer dress with nothing underneath. Her cunt was soaking, her juices thick and stringy.

"You're made for this as much as Jess is," I said.

"We have some big plans," Kat said.

"I think she told me about them last night," I said. "She's told you?"

"A bit," she said. "Just that she wants me full-time after this week."

"And?" I said.

"Don't you remember me telling you that one thing I love about you is that I don't have to live the Good Kat/Kitty Kat dichotomy?" she said. "Before we start our family, I want to take some time to just do anything I want."

My fingers dug into her pussy a bit deeper.

"And what you want is to be a whore?" I said.

"I want it," she said, suddenly pushing my hand away and closing her legs. "I want it badly. Almost as much as you want me to do it." She licked my fingers clean.

"Jesus," I muttered under my breath.

"We have money, and we have time," she said as I pulled into the hotel where she was meeting her client. "Before we settle down, don't we owe it to ourselves to max out the hedonism?"

Before I had a chance to answer, the valet opened the door. She put on her sunglasses, got out of the car, and, with a twirl that sent her dress dangerously near her uncovered ass, looked back at me.

"You don't have to answer," she said. "I already know it's exactly what you were thinking."

And she strutted off, walking confidently into her new chapter.