Chapter 6

I turned my own attention back to Rita. I ran my hands down the side of her body, enjoying the suppleness of her skin. I let my thumbs hook inside the waistband of her thong, and squatted down toward the floor as I removed her panties. My face was even with her toned ass. I ran my hands back up her legs and squeezed the beautiful mounds, spreading them slightly and pushing my face between her cheeks and darting my tongue out.

"You are feeling naughty," Rita said with a sigh. "Is this how you get watching your girlfriends fuck for money?"

"No," I said, "this is just how I get around you."

As my tongue rimmed her asshole, Rita tweaked her nipples and cupped her breasts. I liked that she enjoyed playing with them as much as I did.

"I was serious when I said I'm going to come over more," she said. "If Kat and Jess are going to be out whoring, I want to fuck you as much as I can."

"I want you as often as you'll give yourself to me," I said.

I pulled back a bit and, from between Rita's legs, saw the TV screen. Dick Hawkins was naked now, kissing Kat. Jess stood behind him, running her hands up and down his tan, muscled skin, before settling on his cock. It was decidedly average, and that made me smile.

I stood up and turned Rita around. Our tongues met in an urgent dance. Her nipples pressed into my chest.

I broke the kiss and whispered, "You never wanted to fuck for money?" I asked.

"Money doesn't turn me on," Rita said. "Secrets turn me on." She grabbed my cock. "Putting this monster up my butt turns me on."

"Well, let's get you warmed up then," I said.

We moved to the bed, where Rita got on her hands and knees, taking up a position where we could watch the TV. I slowly entered her pussy, just wanting to coat my cock in her juices while I worked a finger into her ass.

Kat was on her knees now, giving Dick Hawkins a blow job. Jess walked across the room and said, "Dick, I'm going to have some party favors. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," he said, his voice already showing that he was getting short of breath.

"I've never lived in LA," Jess said, "but I certainly enjoy some LA habits." She laughed and came back on screen with a small mirror. She snorted a couple lines, then offered some to Dick.

"Later," he said, putting his hands behind Kat's head and closing his eyes as he let his head fall backward.

"Kat, do you need a refresh?" Jess asked. "I wouldn't mind tasting Dick's delicious looking dick." She chuckled at the joke.

"I never say no to cocaine," Kat said, pulling her mouth off Dick and standing up. She kissed him before accepting the mirror from Jess, who then dropped to her knees.

I fucked Rita slowly while we watched the scene unfold on screen. Kat did her lines, then eagerly started to kiss Dick. Jess slurped on his cock.

"I've never been with a real silver fox," Kat said. "I have to tell you, Dick, it's always been one of my biggest fantasies, and it makes me so wet that you get to be my first."

"Really?" he said in disbelief.

"Really," Kat said. "Why don't you feel how turned on I am?" She took one of his hands and guided it down to her cunt, letting his fingers slip through the fishnet opening to touch her nether lips.

"Jesus," he muttered. "You're soaked."

"Now do you believe me?" Kat said. "I've wanted you, daddy. All good little girls need a daddy who treats them right." I hadn't heard Kat call anyone but me that before, but I reminded myself that this was all fantasy. It was for money. It was work.

"I'll be your daddy," Dick said eagerly.

"I don't understand the daddy thing," Rita said, looking back at me as I slowly moved in and out of her pussy.

"Kat calls me that sometimes," I said. "But it's never been a full-on roleplay. I'm guessing Jess got some info from Kelly on what this guy likes."

I had to be right because Kat continued to lay it on thick.

"Daddy, do they call you Dick because your dick is so big?" Kat said, using a little girl voice. "I hope it fits in my tight holes."

"You can try to fit it in me, too, daddy," Jess said, briefly pulling off her mouth.

"Okay, let me have some of that coke," Dick said. "Or I'm going to nut way too fast."

As he reached for the cocaine, Kat and Jess stood up and stripped out of their skimpy outfits. While they did that, I turned my attention to Rita's ass. My cock was visibly throbbing with desire. I loved Kat and Jess. Watching the scene unfold on the TV made me love them even more. They were whores. Genuinely whores. And they were good at it.

"Ready, baby?" I said as I positioned the head of my cock against Rita's tight, puckered hole.

"I am always ready for you," Rita said in a tone that made my chest swell with pride.

I entered her ass slowly, and her fingers began to work her clit. We took our time, luxuriating in unhurried anal sex. Our session was enhanced by watching the depraved threesome occurring on the screen in front of us. Kat and Jess took turns riding Dick Hawkins, one on his face and the other on his cock.

Rita loved playing digital voyeur, and she quickly brought herself to a first orgasm by rubbing her clit. Her pleasure continued to build as I fucked her, leading her to the apex of an intense anal orgasm. Her screams pierced the ceiling of the bedroom. As Rita came, she twerked her ass manically against me, and it drove me over the edge. I cried out loudly and grabbed her hips firmly, allowing me to shoot my load as deeply in her ass as possible.

We rolled onto the bed next to each other, panting, and turning out attention back to the screen. It was just in time for us to see Dick cum all over Kat's tits. I grabbed hold of one of Rita's perfect breasts.

"Yours are so perfect," I told her. "You think Kat could get some just like this?"

Rita laughed. "Oh, no you don't," she said. "You're not going to replace my perfect tits with something closer to home!"

I kissed her lightly. Jess was licking the cum off Kat's tits, and the girls made a show of kissing deeply and passing the sperm back and forth, much to Hawkins's delight.

"You're both exceptional," he said. "This is so unexpectedly grand!"

"Can you get hard again, daddy?" Kat asked.

"Let me clean up and see if you sluts can't get him up again," he said and got up to the bathroom.

When he did, Jess quickly moved over to her phone. She grinned into the camera and whispered, "How was that?" On her end, she must have seen that my phone stared blankly up at the ceiling.

"You must be busy," Jess said. "We'll finish up here and see you at home soon. Love you!"

And in a flash, the connection was dead.

"I don't even need to ask you if you can go again," Rita said. "My pussy needs it."

"Let's hit the shower," I suggested.

"They really looked like they were enjoying themselves," Rita said as I turned on the water in the shower.

I pulled her to me, letting my hands wander up and down her ass and back.

"They really are amazing whores," I said. "And they're all mine."

"Babe, we're coming in hot," Jess said. "But I need you to do something for us, okay?"

"Okay," I said.

"You can't see us right away," she said. "We have to go change, and then we can show you the makeover. Got it?"

"Got it," I said. "What do you want me to do?"

"I don't care," she said. "Just make sure you can't see us walk from the front door to the bedroom. Once we're clear, wait for us to come out."

"I'll be out by the pool," I said.

"With your back to the windows," Jess admonished me.

"With my back to the windows," I repeated.

It was nearly eight o'clock on Saturday night. Kat and Jess had left the house at ten o'clock that morning for makeover day. I was desperately curious to find out what it all entailed, and here I was, tantalizingly close to finding out.

I took my glass of white Burgundy outside, immune to the suffocating humidity and heavy, windless air. It felt like a beautiful evening to me. I relished the sound of the waterfall trickling into the pool. The soft orange of sunset lingered. I closed my eyes and smiled. There were no requirements in this life other than to live it to its fullest. We were the embodiment of an Italian sports car. What else could you do but max out the throttle and take it out on a curvy road? Just don't crash it, I said to myself.

I finished my wine and wasn't quite sure how much time had passed, when Jess texted me.

"Come to the bedroom, baby," she wrote.

Like a greyhound let out of the chute at the racetrack, I bolted inside. When I reached our bedroom, I thought I had walked into the dressing room at Bimbos 'R Us. The brightness of the colors caught my attention first. It was like a neon explosion. Kat wore a bright green mini dress that had cutouts around the midriff and sides. It was backless and tied around her neck. The exposed flesh indicated she had gotten a fresh spray tan. Her eyes popped with matching, bright green eyeshadow, which created a contrast to the bubblegum pink lipstick adorning her lips. Her hair was teased up, and she wore six-inch stilettos. She posed with a hand on her hip, one leg jutting out and showing a lot of thigh, emphasizing how the dress was shockingly short.

Jess beamed. She looked like a Barbie doll in a bright pink vinyl dress that could have been ironed directly onto her skin. Her hair was pulled back into a sharp ponytail, which framed the matching pink eyeshadow and shining bubblegum lip gloss. Her heels were clear. The spray tan stood out because normally her skin retained a slightly porcelain hue. And I realized that both girls' lips looked plumper. She stood confidently, legs shoulder width apart and hands on her hips.

"How do we look, daddy?" Kat said.

They beamed at me, awaiting my response.

"Like the most perfect, delicious whores the world has ever seen," I said. My cock stirred.

The girls approached me, exuding confidence and sexuality. Each dropped a hand near my crotch, teasing me over my jeans.

"So we look the part?" Jess asked, speaking slowly and drawing attention to her lips.

"It's a total transformation," I said.

"Do you like it, daddy?" Kat asked.

"I love it," I said. It was impossible to keep my hands from just trying to paw at and maul the girls. The bimbo look they cultivated with their presentation was like a magnet for sexual harassment.

"Does it turn you on to see us like this?" Jess asked. She was relishing this.

"Immeasurably," I said. "This is who you both really want to be, isn't it?"

"I feel free," Kat said. "There are so many dirty things I need to do."

"It is a need," Jess agreed.

My hands never stopped moving over their bodies. I was curious if they wore underwear. My sneaking suspicion is that they weren't. I wanted to play, and they could sense it.

"Should we show him the last surprise?" Kat said to Jess, glancing at her.

"Does he deserve it?" Jess said.

"I think he does," Kat said. "He's a good boy."

"Okay," Jess said.

The girls paused and then, in a coordinated maneuver, lifted their dresses above their hips. This confirmed my no-panties suspicion, but, more importantly, it revealed something totally unexpected.

"What do you think?" Jess asked.

My eyes were drawn to it immediately. In a moderate shade of blue, just below each of their bikini lines and to the left of their pussies, was tattooed an infinity symbol. The same symbol of Jess's escort agency. The same symbol I had engraved inside their engagement rings.

"Are these real?" I said, surprised.

"They're real," Kat said. She grinned.

"They're perfect," I said.

"We want you to know that the three of us are forever," Jess said. "But also that our pussies are full of infinite possibilities."

"And unlimited fun," Kat added.

I slowly ran a hand over each of their perfectly smooth mounds. Their arousal was palpable, and their skin was feverishly hot.

"So how are we going to celebrate my two perfect whores tonight?" I asked. "I kind of want to show you off looking like this. I bet I could get us into Steak 48."

"Hold on, cowboy," Jess said.

"Yes, daddy, slow down," Kat added.

"The key word you used is 'whores," Jess said. "We're working tonight."

"You are?" I said, slightly incredulous.

"Of course we are," Kat said. I sensed something new in her tone. It wasn't exactly empowerment. It was more like an odd style of liberation.

"Jonathan Summers just secured another round of funding for his latest venture," Jess said. "He's having a small party, and Kat and I are the entertainment.

I winced when I heard the name. Since I had witnessed what Summers did to Jess the night of Kat's divorce party, I couldn't get the images -- and Jess's emotional reaction -- out of my head.

"Don't worry, baby," Jess said, sensing my unease. "It's Jonathan and three new clients. It's not going to be like that with this group."

"Like what?" Kat asked. We hadn't ever talked about it.

"Oh, nothing," I said but then retreated a bit. I didn't want to keep secrets. "Sometimes I don't like how Summers treats Jess. It's a little... degrading." I chose my words carefully.

"Isn't being degraded part of what makes being a whore so fun?" Kat said. "I mean, besides the money." She smiled. She didn't get it, so I just let it lie. I laughed and brushed it off.

"Well, so it looks like I'm on my own tonight," I said.

"We may not be home until tomorrow," Jess said. "It's a possible overnight."

"But we're making $10,000," Kat added.

"That's major money," I said.

Kat beamed. "Am I a good whore, daddy?" she asked.

"Tied for the best," I said, glancing at Jess. They were in slut mode. It felt a little lonely to be left out.

"There are going to be times like this," Jess said. "Especially in the beginning. I just put Kat's first pictures on our web site. She's going to be very, very popular."

"Don't worry, daddy," Kat said. "We have a special plan just for the three of us tomorrow."

"And we aren't ever going to leave you high and dry," Jess said. "I'll always account for you." She gave me an adoring look before saying, "Oh! Jonathan's driver is going to be here any minute!"

The girls rushed to gather themselves and head to the door. They gave me air kisses, not wanting to ruin their makeup.

"Do you need anything?" I offered. "Condoms? Coke?"

Jess laughed. "I've got plenty of coke," she said. "And no condoms. Their tastes came back clean this morning."

"Clean tests mean extra dirty whores," Kat said.

And, just like that, they were out the door.

A couple minutes later, however, my phone buzzed. It was Jess.

"Hey, babe," she said. "Sorry, we had to run and didn't want to be late." There was some rustling in the background, and the phone was muffled. I heard Jess say, "No, no, Kat, here, take the bullet. Hold on." I heard a brief series of sniffs in rapid succession.

"Babe, are you there?" Jess came back on.

"I'm here, doll," I said.

"Sorry, we didn't mean to tease and run," she said. "But there's a lot of money coming our way tonight. I need you to do something for me, though."

"Anything, of course," I replied.

"I need to get Shelly ready for football season," she said. "Think of this as her training camp, if you catch what I mean. She'll be over in about an hour, okay?"

"Well, geez, I was looking forward to a quiet night with a book," I said and laughed.

"Johnny Burris really likes her and wants her at all the after parties," Jess said, ignoring my comment. "But you know what he demands."

"All too well," I said. "Go have fun. I've got you covered here."

"Thanks, babe," Jess said. "Don't forget how much we love you." Kat shouted, "I love you!" in the background.

"Be good for Summers," I said.

"You know me," Jess said cockily. "I'll be great."

We hung up, and I sat back on the couch. Shelly. That was an unexpected surprise. The younger sister of Jess's best friend, Melanie, I had become increasingly enamored with her since I fucked her. But, so far, it had been a one-time deal. The prospect of seeing her again, especially one-on-one, was tantalizing.