Chapter 247

The pile of cocaine was almost gone. Jesus, I thought to myself, we must have gone through ten to twelve grams. I strolled through the villa, admiring the sheer excess of the place. The cobwebs were starting to fade as the wine hit my blood stream, and I heard loud moans coming from behind Kelly's bedroom door. I stopped and listened. I couldn't help myself.

"God, Johnny, you fuck like Superman," Kelly said.

"Shut up, bitch, and let me nut," Johnny growled. "I've got to catch my plane."

"Use me like a whore," Kelly moaned. "I'm your cum bucket."

I left them to it. Their stamina was remarkable. My head feeling more normal after the first glass of Champagne, I returned to the bar and contemplated taking a walk.

"Hi baby," came Kat's voice. Her hair was disheveled, and she hadn't bothered to tie the front of her bathrobe. "It's cold in here."

&quo