Chapter 5

By lunch and its aftermath, that answer to that question clearly was a resounding yes. Calling it "lunch" was a bit of a stretch. Jess and I picked up Kat before meeting Rita at a trendy restaurant with a bustling, popular patio. Rita, intentionally, wore the same style dress as Kat, only in white. They sat next to one another and looked stunning, drawing leers and yearning gazes from the other customers. We ordered Champagne, oysters, and a couple appetizers, but lunch really was about the girls parading to the restroom at regular intervals to powder their noses. It was a raucous celebration of Kat's retirement. But it also served as merely a bridge to Kat and Jess going to a joint appointment.

"Wait, you're what?" Rita said.

Kat lowered her voice. "You know Jess runs an agency," she said quietly. "I'm going to have a little fun before we settle down."

"What kind of fun?" Rita's eyes were wide. She wrinkled her nose slightly. It was cute.

"Girl, do I really need to spell it out for you?" Kat said. Jess laughed from across the table. "I'm going to meet up with guys. And get paid. A lot."

Rita blinked and stared at her friend.

"Rita, I'm going to be fucking for money," Kat finally said.

"God, that's so wild," Rita said. "I don't know if I could fuck just anyone. I'm too particular."

"It's pretty selective," Kat said.

"We've only got a few dozen clients," Jess chimed in. "They're all really well off. High-profile professionals, executives mostly, lawyers and the like. Athletes."

"Athletes?" Rita said. Her voice betrayed interest now.

"Football and baseball players mostly," Jess said. "A handful of them, but I'm trying to bring in more."

"The money is amazing," Kat said.

"How much?" Rita asked.

"Seven hundred fifty an hour," Kat said. "For me, at least."

"More like twelve hundred an hour this afternoon," Jess said. "But it's special."

"This is crazy!" Rita exclaimed.

"I could easily get more than a thousand an hour for you," Jess said.

"Oh my god," Rita said. "I would so get busted. It would be a mess."

"My guys would get a kick out of it," Jess said. "I'm not joking. Most of them are married. Really rich. Powerful. They have no interest in getting exposed. There is mutual risk. And they know they can trust me."

"You make it sound so easy," Rita said.

"We are incredibly private, but a ton of work goes into making it look easy," Jess said. "All real identities. Extreme precautions and security. All data is encrypted with state-of-the-art methods. This is a serious business for me."

"I don't doubt it," Rita said. "But I think my biggest issue would be not being able to choose who to fuck."

"If you ever change your mind," Jess said with a smile.

"What does John do while you two are out whoring around?" Rita asked, a hint of playfulness to her voice.

"John does what he wants," Jess said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Sounds like you could use some company more often," Rita said, licking her lips lightly.

"It does get lonely when my girlfriends are whoring around," I said and laughed.

"He might need a ride home," Kat offered.

"Have any plans this afternoon?" I asked Rita.

"Looks like I do now," she said. "I can't leave you stranded here all afternoon, not with all this Champagne around."

"Who is the client today?" Kat asked, addressing Jess. "You've been so mysterious about it."

"Someone I hand-picked for you," Jess said opaquely. "With a little bit of help."

Kat raised her eyebrows. Rita looked at me from across the table and rolled her eyes.

"Who's coming with me to the restroom?" Kat said as she stood up. Rita volunteered. Jess palmed her coke bullet to Kat.

I turned to Jess as they walked away.

"So who is it?" I asked.

"You won't believe me," Jess said. "Kelly helped me set it up. It's Kat's old boss from LA. He's been a client of Kelly's for years and always had a thing for Kat. He jumped at the chance, although I did fib a little bit and say it's the first time she's being turned out as a hooker." She laughed.

"Wow," I said. "I'm impressed!"

"And tomorrow?" Jess continued. "Makeover day. So you're going to need to make plans to keep yourself busy because we are going to be shopping and occupied all day."

"It's surreal, all of this," I marveled.

"It's only going to get better," Jess said. "I have so many plans."

"You always do, my love," I said. We kissed briefly but were interrupted when Kat and Rita returned. "I thought you had a surprise for me, though?"

"Oh, I still do," Jess said. "Be patient."

"We need to get going," Kat said when they returned, her voice reflecting a slightly stuffy nose. She stood behind her chair and threw her hair back, running a hand through it. The sun caught her beautifully, and I admired the confidence and sexuality that oozed from her. Her skin was flawless. The dress hugged her perfectly, giving hints at the playground that lurked beneath the fabric.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't pay to do," I said.

"You never have to pay," Jess said and stuck out her tongue. "Let's go. We've got to change."

Rita and I basked in the weather for a little while longer while we finished the last glasses of Champagne.

"Were you serious about the ride, or should I call an Uber?" I asked.

"Don't you dare take an Uber," Rita said. "I don't have any plans this afternoon. You think you can fill me up?"

I grinned like a school boy at her double entendre.

"Well, let's not wait a minute longer than we have to, then," I said.

Rita drove a zippy little Mercedes convertible. It was a beautiful day to have the top down, and we basked in the sun as my hands moved up her thighs while she drove.

"Be good boy," she admonished me.

"For me this is being good," I said.

She shot me a playful look.

"Where's the hubby this afternoon?" I asked.

"Golfing," she said.

"How much time does that give us?" I asked.

"He'll hit the bar afterward," she said. "So, hours and hours. How long is Kat's appointment?"

"Two hours, I think, maybe three?" I said. I honestly wasn't sure.

"She's really going to be an escort?" Rita asked, her voice tinged with genuine surprise.

"She really is," I said. "You know she's done it occasionally in the past, right?"

"Are you serious?" Rita exclaimed.

"Maybe a handful of times, but yes, totally serious," I said.

"That's a shock," she said.

"And a little bit of a turn on?" I inquired.

"Maybe," she said. "But not really. Will she and Jess really be busy a lot?"

"Jess has four or five appointments a week," I said. "I'm guessing Kat will be similar."

"Wow," Rita said. She looked at me and let it linger as we sat at a stoplight. "So that really could be a good chance for you and me to ..." Her voice trailed off.

I leaned across the gear shift a bit as Rita took the last turn before my house a bit fast. My hand crept between her legs and brushed over the crotch of her panties. She guided the car into my driveway, and I told her, "Practice tennis. We definitely should play more tennis."

"Starting now," she said as she put the car in park and hurriedly opened the door to get out.

Even though Rita and I had hooked up a dozen or more times by now, each encounter the same feeling washed over me. It was a mixture of disbelief, good fortune, and animalistic desire. We walked inside, and she melted into my arms. Our tongues danced, and my hands started their exploration of her body over her dress. They moved from her hips, across her ass, up her back, and then to her chest. Just as I was about to cup her breasts, my phone rang.

"You can pick it up," Rita said, breaking our kiss. There was a glimmer in her eye.

It was Jess.

"Hi, love," I said.

"Are you and Rita back at the house?" she asked.

"We just got here," I said.

"Good," she said. "It's time for your surprise. Just click accept."

A moment later, Jess initiated a video call. I clicked the green button as instructed.

"Hi babe!" Kat's and Jess's voices rang out simultaneously. "How do we look?" They were in a hotel room.

Jess pointed the camera at Kat, who had transformed herself in garish, heavily applied makeup. She wore a green, fishnet teddy. Jess turned the camera on herself next, showing off similarly whorish makeup and a black crochet bodystocking.

"We are going to get fucked so good, daddy," Kat said in a saccharine voice.

"And guess what?" Jess said.

"What?" I said, playing along.

"You're going to watch, okay?" Jess said.

"I am?" I asked.

"We'll stream it on this call," Jess said. "We've got a secret little spot for my phone that will show you the bed."

"I couldn't imagine you not seeing me be a real whore for the first time, daddy," Kat said. "You'll have to tell me if I do a good job."

"Do you know who you're fucking?" I asked her.

"Shhh," Jess said. "That's Kat's surprise. Now, you be a good boy, John, and put us on mute. Stream the call on the TV while you and Rita play. I promise you won't want to miss this."

Rita and I went to the bedroom, where I streamed the video call on the TV. I overheard Jess say, "Let's do those lines." The phone's feed was stationary now. She must have propped it up on the TV in the hotel room, and it gave a full view of the bed. The girls were outside the picture, but I could hear them laughing and snorting coke.

"That kind of makes me want a couple lines, what do you say, stud?" Rita said.

"When I see your tits, I always want a couples line," I said. I was already opening a night table drawer, where we kept a stash. Music came on via the video feed. It was faint and sounded like Sting. How cliche, I thought, as I quickly chopped up a couple lines off a flaky ball of coke.

"You're getting the pure stuff, I see," Rita observed.

"I haven't had a chance to properly thank you for getting us the hookup with your dealer," I said. I extended a small mirror and silver straw to her.

"You know how I like you to thank me," she said shyly. Rita bent over and sniffed quickly twice. "Fuck. So fucking good."

"The way only I'm allowed to thank you," I said. "In your ass."

"You are such a dirty boy," Rita said. "I never thought I'd like that. It's a huge turn on now, though." She had taken off her dress and let her bra drop to the floor. With a small spoon, she scooped two generous bumps of cocaine onto the crest of each breast. I helped myself, snorting the fine powder and relishing in the wave of numbness that hit my face. Euphoria wasn't far behind. I kissed her, and both our mouths tasted bitter.

"I like that you let me do things to you that you don't let your husband even try," I said.

"Anal is only for you," she said, her eyes manic from the coke now. "I know you take pride in owning a woman that way."

I turned my attention to her tits, always a focal point for me with Rita, when we heard activity on the video feed. Rita stood watching the TV, so I positioned myself behind her, cupping her tits while I kissed her neck. There was a knock on the hotel room door. The girls scurried in response. Kat took up position at the front of the bed, sitting demurely. Jess walked to the door and opened it. It was hard to hear her greeting, but in moments a salt-and-pepper-haired, tan, athletic, and tall man came on the screen.

"Kelly certainly didn't mislead me on how beautiful you are," he said as Jess led him into the room.

"Kelly has great taste, Dick," Jess said. "Kat, why don't you say hi to Dick again."

I had stopped kissing Rita, and we stood there, mesmerized by the screen. Kat stood up, putting on her electric smile before she turned around.

"Kat Freely!" Dick exclaimed. "It really is you!"

"Dick Hawkins," Kat said. "I haven't seen you since I left LA. My god."

"I thought you were doing traffic here in Houston!" Dick said.

"Today was my last day," Kat said.

"She's moving into something more lucrative," Jess said. "And this is her very first appointment ever."

"I'm flattered," Dick said. "I never dreamed. Gosh. You were so hot, but so young in LA."

"I think you'll find I've grown up a lot," Kat said, turning on her charm. She stood up, showing off her teddy, which left nothing to the imagination.

"But, first, we have some business to conduct," Jess said.

"Of course," Dick said. "Forgive me."

He produced a white envelope from the breast pocket of his jacket and handed it to Jess. She gauged it by weight and smiled.

"Why don't you get comfortable, Dick, and we'll have some fun," she said.

"Let me help you," Kat offered. She shucked off his sport coat and ran her hands down the front of his dress shirt.

"Kelly has outdone herself," he marveled.

"I've never done this before," Kat said innocently and with hesitation. And it reminded me how much good acting played into being a successful prostitute. The clients paid for an illusion. Dick Hawkins wanted to be Kat's first.

"It'll be great, I promise," he said. His ego was being flattered.