Chapter 37

She directed our attention to an embarrassing mound of cocaine piled onto a glass coffee table in the parlor. There were razor blades and straws set out with the blow. This was a next-level setup.

"Jesus, Kel, how much coke do you think we'll get through?" Kat exclaimed.

"Honey, you forget," she said confidently, "I know you."

They laughed again, and both kneeled over the table from seats on the conveniently table-height sofa. They skillfully formed and snorted two lines each. I was in heaven watching them. My cock stirred.

We departed for Spago a short while later in another limo, chatting effortlessly. Kat and Kelly caught up on their lives and told old stories, yet they never let me feel outside the conversation. It was warmly inclusive. And I certainly didn't mind walking into Spago, still a see-and-be-seen hotspot, with two gorgeous women accompanying me.

"So, John," Kelly said after we ordered cock