Chapter 791

Rita and I hadn’t stopped there that night. We blew through another several grams of cocaine after we had showered. I came three more times for her, and Rita relished the tiny dribbles of cum like they were liquid gold. It meant that we were in rough shape the next morning, and we had an early wake-up call.

"Babe, I hate to say it, but I don’t hate to say it," Rita said, her voice gruff from our long night. "But I’m going to need some coke to get moving this morning."

I had read her mind. I was already up, extremely excited about the day ahead. I had showered and helped myself to two lines of cocaine, like I was a traffic girl myself.

"I cut you two lines, sweetheart," I said. "They’re in the bathroom, and I’ll start the shower for you."

"Oh, god, you are a lifesaver," she groaned.

Thirty minutes later, Rita and I walked aboard a 150-foot yacht called the Caretaker. It was an imposing, gleaming three-dec