Chapter 5

"Yeah," Crystal said. She had gotten up and was going to clean off her tits. I sensed this girl was ripe to be taken down the road of debauchery.

"Don’t clean up," I said. My tone was one of unquestioned command.

"Why not?" she asked, confused.

"I want my cum on you when you’re with your husband," I said. "I want you to close your eyes, take a deep breath, and smell me."

"That’s really naughty," she said. Then she paused and added, "Okay."

As we got dressed, I sensed hesitation on Crystal’s part. She finally spoke up.

"Hey, um, if I traded you some adderall maybe you would give me some coke?" she said hesitantly.

I pulled the vial out of my pocket. There was a little more than a gram left in it.

"Here," I said. "I’ve got plenty more."

"Wow, are you serious?" she said.

"It’s no big deal at all," I said. "If you like to party? I’m happy to help make it happen. Just promise me one thing."

"What’s that?" she asked.

"That we can do this again," I said.

"I promise," Crystal said with the sincerity of a good, church-going woman.

I arrived home feeling high and energetic at the possibility of genuinely corrupting Crystal. This could be a lot of fun. I decided I’d try to turn her out and get her to work for Jess’s Infinity agency. That would be delicious. My scheming was interrupted, however, when I walked in the front door and saw Kat, Jess, and Rita sitting on the couch drinking glasses of wine and laughing.

Fall was hunting season in Texas, and Rita’s husband was going every weekend. Well, he either was hunting or getting away with his girlfriend. So Rita and I had decided that Saturday and Sunday could be date days. I had planned to cook dinner for all three girls that evening, but Rita was early.

"Isn’t this a nice surprise!" I said.

"Just catching up and having some girl talk," Kat said.

"LA sounds like it was a lot of fun," Rita said.

"It was surreal," I said. "If you had told me a week ago what would happen? I would have laughed your ass out the door."

"I saw the girls’ new body art," Rita said. "That’s really sexy. I’m a little jealous." She had a flirtatious twinkle in her eyes.

"I’m happy to take you for a tribal tramp stamp any day you want, Rita," I said, and we all laughed.

We had another couple bottles of wine and continued to chat. As the sun softened, I went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. Kat joined me, setting the table and helping me get the baked potatoes in the oven. I lit the grill for our steaks.

With most of the active prep work done, Kat cornered me against one of the countertops.

"We should be cooking at least a couple days a week together," she said. "I love it so much."

I put my arms around her waist and kissed her.

"Me, too," I said.

"You want to corrupt the Baptist girl, don’t you?" she asked.

I nodded. "She is ripe for it," I said. "I’m going to get her to turn tricks."

"That’s so dirty, daddy," she purred.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" I asked, referring to the football party and her planned gangbang.

"A little but also not," Kat said. "Jess has gotten me excited for it, telling me about the trains she used to pull in college. It sounds so incredibly slutty and nasty."

"I’m sure it will be," I said.

"I’m glad you’ll be there to make sure nothing gets out of control," she said.

"I’m not sure how much power I have to prevent that, but just know I’m there for you," I said.

I picked up the tray with the steaks on them and took them to the grill. Fifteen minutes later, we were eating perfectly medium-rare beef at the dining room table. It struck me, as my infatuation with Rita grew into something more, that the four of us sitting together and sharing a meal would be a pretty picture of my future, if I could make it happen. I was shaken out of daydream when Rita said something that surprised me.

"So, John, I think I’m coming to the football party tomorrow," she said.

"Really?" I said. The look on my face, I knew, was one of genuine surprise.

"With all the linebackers coming for Kat’s, uh, event," Jess said, "I thought it would make sense to have another girl available. It’s going to be fifteen guys. All hands on deck."

"It gets pretty wild," I said, looking at Rita.

"It’ll just be to dip my toe in the water," Rita said.

"You can be the fluffer for my gangbang," Kat said with a laugh.

I knew it wasn’t my place to feel like Rita had punched me in the stomach, but the feeling of jealousy was hard to keep at bay. She hadn’t expressed any interest in working for Jess’s agency. I’d make a point to talk to her about it later. But I also needed to think about it first. Who was I to tell her what she could and couldn’t do? After all, I was the one trying to seduce her away from her husband. Was it such a surprise she might want to fuck someone else, too? Rita wasn’t as pure as the image of her I created in my head.

Kat and I cleared off the table and took care of the dishes. It was dark out, and Jess reminded Kat they needed to change and get going. They had a rare joint date that night. It was with the biggest night club owner in town and one of his investors. They popped in and out of the agency from time to time, and Jess sometimes made girls available at an inflated rate to VIPs who were visiting his clubs.

The girls’ date meant that Rita and I had the rest of the evening to ourselves. After they left, looking like the picture of bottle service party girls, Rita and I made love. It was tender and intense. I had finished on top of her, ejaculating as our eyes remained locked together. When I rolled off her, Rita turned on her side and propped her head up on her elbow.

"I only want to go to the party tomorrow night to be with you," she said.