Traffic Girl - Rita Ch. 72

Author's Note: Pushing the plot forward a bit here. There are a lot of pieces that need to come together in the final handful of chapters for Book Four here, and I hope you enjoy reading about them. We will definitely have a Book Five, and it will follow immediately. The title, though, I'm going to keep under wraps for the time being.

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Very quickly it became clear that, in LA, Petey had things in hand and under control. Still a few years short of thirty, any hint of trust-fund brat had evaporated, and he took on admirable poise in the wake of his father's untimely death. It was obvious that he intended to fill as much of those shoes as possible.

Jess and I only spent one night in LA, but I met with Petey briefly before we left. He knew he couldn't take on Peter's company alone. And he wanted people around him he could trust, since his age made it inevitable that he would be a target for sharks and other Hollywood predators. For some reason, perhaps not without reason yet also not fully within my comprehension, he saw me as one of those people. Peter's final film would be a magnum opus for his legacy, Petey was convinced. The release date was on schedule and would hold firm if possible. The next question would be how to capitalize on the legacy to show Hollywood that the company could keep going. Petey's instinct, which seemed right to me from a business perspective, was to put two or three other projects into the production pipeline as quickly as possible. And those projects needed to have buzz about them.

We didn't have time to talk about the particulars just then -- understandably since Petey had family obligations and a funeral to plan -- but we agreed to meet again the following week. That meant another trip to LA. Jess was right. We were going to need to step up our LA presence to take advantage of the potential there. We might need to have some difficult discussions and make some difficult decisions sooner than we had anticipated.

"Wow, that's all really surreal," Kat said.

When we got home, we debriefed Kat and Rita right away. They had just gotten off work, and we sat in the great room on the couches together.

"It's so tragic," Rita agreed. "I mean, I feel a little weird saying it, but it also feels like there's a big opportunity here for you, John."

"The thought has crossed my mind," I said with a little guilt. "We also probably need to spend more time in LA to make it happen."

"Which means we need to discuss if that's something we even want," Jess said.

"I feel like life has gotten complicated all of the sudden," Kat said with a laugh. "And hopefully it'll get even more complicated." She gave a hopeful pat on her stomach.

"We already needed to focus more on LA for Infinity," Jess said. "This probably puts that at a premium because Peter was such a driver of Kelly's clients. I'm talking to Alix later today. I think I'm going to suggest moving up her timeline to head out there."

"How often do you think you'd need to be there in person, John?" Rita asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea right now," I said. "Petey is tied up, but he wants to talk after the services are wrapped up. So probably next week."

"Why don't we take time this week to talk about contingencies," Rita suggested.

"Then we can look at what makes sense," Jess said.

"And I'm hoping that, by late next week anyway, we'll know about any other potential complications," Kat added.

"It's a plan," I said. "And a sensible one."

"You look like you could use some tennis," Kat said to Jess.

"I would love that," Jess said. "I need a distraction and to just work off some of the stress."

The girls went to the bedroom to change. I liked watching them undress. Kat and Jess quickly stripped and put on their tennis outfits, which was always a treat. I loved their preference for tight tops and short tennis skirts. They were serious about the exercise, but I couldn't help but think the skimpy fashion was to keep me in a state of agitated desire for them.

Rita had taken her time disrobing and was just hanging up her clingy purple dress in the closet once we were alone. Transitioning out of her heels into bare feet always made her look small and more vulnerable to me. There really wasn't a reason for that; it was like a fashion illusion. She wore a lacy black bra that barely held her tits and a matching Brazilian thong. What little fabric there was gave an inviting view of her tastiest bits.

"You are so fucking hot," I said, leaning against the door frame of the closet as I watched her.

"Oh yeah?" Rita said.

She turned and faced me, her hair cascading down either shoulder. She slipped a finger into either side of the high-cut panties and veritably floated toward me with an exaggerated sashay in her hips.

"Yeah," I said, slipping a finger under her chin when she reached me and pulling her lips to mine.

Our bodies melted together. I ran my hand down the side of her rib cage, over her hip, and across the perfect curve of her ass. Our tongues danced in familiar, trusted passion. There was only one way this kiss was going to end, and Rita initiated it first.

"I need you inside me," she said. "I missed you so much. I've been so wet all day thinking about you coming home."

My hand glided up her back, and I skillfully unhooked her bra. I bent down and sucked each of her nipples into my mouth in turn, giving them quick, light bites. I kissed her neck and moved back to her hungry lips.

"I missed you, too," I said.

We did the awkward dance over to the bathroom, where I simply bent her over the counter. I didn't even take off her panties. I shoved them to the side. Rita raised one of her legs up onto the vanity, and I plunged into her cunt.

"Pound me," she said. "My pussy just wants your cum."

"Fuck," I exclaimed when I bottomed out inside her. "You're so fucking tight."

"Spank me," she begged.

I swatted her ass.

"Harder," she exhorted. "Harder!"

It was a hot, furious fuck. Rita looked at me in the mirror, her mouth open and tongue gliding across her teeth. Her tits pressed into the marble vanity. Her moans were desperate and encouraging. She begged for me to fuck her.

"I really missed being inside you," I said sincerely.

"You belong inside me, baby," Rita said. "But all I really want right now is that cum."

"I'm already close," I warned her. "You're going to get it."

"Please, John," Rita begged. "Having your cum inside me makes me feel closer to you than anything else. Please give it to me."

I slid a thumb inside Rita's tight ass while I crashed my hips into hers. She frigged her clit frantically, and her orgasm caught her just before I drove into her with my final few thrusts. Her face contorted in pleasure, giving me my peak satisfaction, and her climax echoed across the marble-laden bathroom. I buried myself all the way inside her as my cock began to spurt. I hadn't cum in two days, and my load utterly flooded her insides. I worked my thumb deeper into her ass, as if willing my sperm to go deeper inside her because of the increased pressure.

"Fuck, baby," Rita said contentedly. "That's just what I needed."

Her neck and chest were flushed as she stood up, her nipples painfully erect. And she carefully slid her thong back in place over her pussy.

"There," she said and kissed me lightly. "I want that slippery goodness rubbing against my lips all day long."

"You are so incomparably hot, my love," I said.

She laughed and started to take off her TV makeup. She reached into her medicine cabinet, and I thought for a fleeting moment I saw a look of concern on her face, but Rita turned and smiled at me.

"Do you want to stay in or go out for dinner tonight?" she asked.

"I don't care," I said. "I just want to be with my girls."

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The girls decided on going out, but as we were about to pile into the G-wagon and go to dinner, we bumped into Holy Trinity, the tongue-in-cheek nickname I had given to Nikki, Julie, and Bianka. They had just gotten out of an Uber and were coming to visit Crystal.

"Oh my god!" Jess exclaimed. "What are you sluts doing here?" She laughed heartily.

"Nikki just finished," Bianka said with a huge smile on her face.

"It's already over? Your findom session?" Jess asked.

Kat and Rita glanced at me, and I gave a slight shrug. Jess hadn't kept me in the loop on what was going on. She realized it immediately.

"Nikki had expressed interest in learning to be a dominatrix," Jess explained. "Today she had her first session with a client, and she made him pay -- what was it, sweetie?"

"Five dollars for every lick he gave my pussy," she said with a satisfied giggle.

"And how much extra did that get you?" Jess asked.

"Two hundred dollars," Nikki said. "Plus another one hundred to cum in my panties and an extra two hundred for him to take my panties with him."

"Hey, whatever gets you off," I said.

"Wow," Kat said. "Good for you, girl!"

"Do you want to get Crystal and join us for dinner?" Rita asked. "We can expand the reservation, can't we, John?"

"I'm sure it's not a problem," I said.

And so it was settled. We became a party of eight, me with seven gorgeous women. The restaurant was one of our favorites, and we frequented it. So they had no problem giving us a table in the center of the room. We turned heads and collected a variety of stares as we entered. I grinned. This was, without a doubt, one of my favorite things in life.

I sat in the middle of the table, flanked by Kat and Rita on either side. Jess sat directly across from me, with Bianka and Crystal on her sides. Julie and Nikki sat at the two heads of the table. It was a boisterous, fun meal, and it dawned on me that we likely were looking at the new core of Infinity in Houston. Only Katie was missing. Alix would be moving to LA before long. These were the women who would shape the agency's success. And three of them were still married. I made a note to talk to Jess about whether we needed to do something about that.

As the drinks flowed, conversational lines blurred into the naughty. It was inevitable. Kat retold the story about how, years before, I had fucked her in the ass in one of the restrooms at that very restaurant before bumping into her ex-husband. That set the tone for storytime one-upmanship. Rita confessed to the load of cum in her panties. Bianka, who had slipped off her shoe and started to massage my cock from across the table with her foot, told, in the style of a phone sex operator, about the intensity of her anal orgasms while she was double-penetrated at the last football party.

Crystal tagged along to Kat's story and confided that she and Jason had become insatiables lovers of public sex. Every time they went out, she said, they tried to find a new place to have a quickie or have her give him a blow job. Once again, I was astounded by her evolution. But then she lowered her voice and revealed something truly dirty.

"It's so funny, though," Crystal said. "The first time we did it? We were at the movies. And I thought it would be so sexy to blow him in the theater. So I did, but I think Jason got a little excited -- oh god, please don't tell him I mentioned this -- and just came so fast it shot all over my face. But we hadn't gotten our food or popcorn or anything yet, so we didn't have any napkins. Without even thinking about it, I ran out to the restroom to grab some paper towels, and I didn't even realize I had cum all over my face until I saw myself in the mirror!"

"Oh my god!" the table erupted in unison.

"Crystal!" Bianka cried.

"You slut!" Julie said jokingly.

"You one-hundred-percent did a cum walk," Jess said.

"Is that what it's called?" Crystal asked, the innocence remaining in her voice stunning me. "I mean, no one even noticed, but it was really hot! I felt super naughty."

"Jonathan Summers likes cum walks," Jess said. "He's a dirty fucker like that."

"I can attest to that," Julie spoke up.

"How is it going with him?" Kat asked.

"I'm a little worried," Julie said. "I like everything he does to me so much, I'm afraid that normal sex with other people won't get me off. Like, we keep pushing the envelope, and I only like it more and more."

"What's the craziest thing he's had you do so far?" Rita asked.

"Do you really want to know?" she asked with trepidation.

"There's no judgment here, sweetie," Jess assured her.

"Okay, well," Julie began, "he hog-tied me to a spreader bar -- if you know what that is -- and blindfolded me. He put a chain with clamps attached to it on my nipples and my clit.. Then over what I think was a couple hours he had different men come in and fuck me, and when we were done, I had to guess how many different dicks I had taken. Every time I guessed wrong, he spanked me with a belt. Each wrong guess got me one additional strike."

"Jesus," Kat muttered, her eyes wide. I could see it appealed to her dormant dark side a little bit.

"I guessed wrong five times," she said. "It was eight different guys."

"That's fucking intense," Crystal said.

"The really naughty part is," Julie paused and bit her lower lip. She smiled up at us. "It's that the hardest I came was when Jonathan was using the belt on me."

"I think I'm going to stick with my double penetration," Bianka said with a laugh.

Food started to arrive in waves. We ate family style, progressing from appetizers to entrees. Wine and cocktails flowed. Crystal and Julie discreetly passed around a couple coke bullets, and the girls made the bathroom merry-go-round routinely. Kat and Rita abstained, preferring instead to tease my cock with their hands, in tandem with Bianka's occasional foot massage.

"I want your dick in my ass," Kat whispered to me.

"Haven't we already done that trick at this restaurant?" I said playfully.

"I want to make Bianka a little jealous," she said very quietly.

"Lead the way," I said.

It had been a long time since we'd done something like this, but the routine was familiar. This time, Kat went to the restroom first. She picked an individual stall and texted me which one. A couple minutes later, I followed. When I stood up, Jess licked her lips at me.

Rita caught me before I left and whispered, "Make a mess of our little Kitty Kat, baby."

Kat had chosen the nostalgic route, hiding behind the same door that day at lunch when we had bumped into her ex.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," I said as I opened the door.

Kat was bent over the sink, her skirt above her hips, and she wiggled her perfect ass at me. She had a mischievous smile on her face that caused me to arch my eyebrows in inquiry. She didn't respond verbally. She just pulled one of her cheeks aside, and I saw the blue jeweled butt plug nestled inside her.

"Surprise, daddy," she said sweetly.

"You do want me in your ass badly, don't you?" I said.

"I've been so demanding," Kat said, delicately pulling the plug out of her ass. "I kept making you save your cum for my pussy. But I'm still your bad girl, daddy. I need you in my tight butt."

"I need it, Kitty Kat," I said.

We knew we didn't have much time, so I plunged right in. Kat gasped, and I smiled at her in the mirror. Her eyes shot flames of desire at me. When she got like this, Kat was incomparable. No one, not even Jess, could get this horny. She relished feeling me pound her ass, reaching her hand behind us to pull my thighs into her more forcefully. She bit her lip to keep her pleasured screams under wraps. And then she started the dirty talk, knowing exactly how to get me off as quickly as possible.

"I don't know why I'm so horny today, daddy," she said, as if reading my mind. "Maybe it's my body's way of telling me I'm pregnant. You know how horny pregnant women get, daddy. I'm going to need you to fuck me all the time when I'm carrying our baby."

"Fuck," I groaned but never broke pace.

"I bet that's what it is," she said, voice dripping with seduction. "I bet that fertilized egg is already growing inside me. And it makes me just crave your big dick. My pussy gets so wet when you fuck my ass. God, daddy, you are owning me tonight. Promise me you'll put the plug back in after you cum. I want that big load sloshing around inside me all night. Please, daddy!"

No one knew how to push my sexual buttons like Kat. I had been putty in her hands ever since the first time I got a taste of her body.

"Baby, fuck, I'm going to cum," I growled. "Fuck, this is going to be a huge load."

"Yes, daddy!" she cried, not trying to mute her voice. "I'm your anal cumslut. Never forget it."

I bathed Kat's bowels in sperm. I'm not sure which one of us relished the feeling of me emptying my balls inside her more. We hurriedly put ourselves back together. The butt plug had fallen into the sink. Kat retrieved it and put it in place again. She kissed me before we opened the door.

"I don't know how you can make it as fun as the first time after we've been together for years," she said. "Please never forget that what we have is unique and special."

"How could I?" I said confidently.

Kat was smart and intentional. She could sense we might be at a crossroads, with new things -- and new people -- trying to pull us in different directions. We had a lot of opportunities, for fun and for money, but we couldn't lose sight of our priorities. There were more temptations floating closer to me than ever before, so I took a moment to remind myself that what I needed, what I wanted might all be right here at home.