Chapter 19

Author’s Note: Here’s the fun chapter. As if they aren’t all fun and full of shenanigans. This one is just pure, no-holds-barred fun, though. I hope you enjoy it. I think that Katie will end after the next installment, Chapter 20. But it is going to roll seamlessly along into the next book. There’s so much more ahead for this group. I think it’s a nice, clean break with some of the plot things coming up!

Our limo ride from the Chinese Theatre to the Hollywood & Vine houses felt interminable. My heart was beating out of my chest. From excitement. Okay, and also cocaine. We passed around a coke bullet as the car wound its way into the hills, pushing our energy level and excitement even higher while we waited for the molly to kick in. We rode in silence, except for the sound of snorting. Before we had departed the screening of Tapestry of Scars, Juliet had dropped a bombshell on us. She finally shared the guest list for the after-party.

There were going to be forty absolutely peak A-list celebrities in attendance. This was like a who’s-who of the Oscars red carpet. It had taken our breath away. I finally broke the silence when we were about five minutes away from our destination.

“So, uh,” I said and cleared my throat. “How about rules for tonight?”

“I don’t see how we can have any rules tonight,” Rita said immediately.

“None?” I said, raising my eyebrows.

“None,” Jess chimed in.

“This is once-in-a-lifetime,” Katie said. “I mean, how many people that you had, like, posters up in your bedroom of are going to be there? Partying with us. With us!”

“No rules,” I said, nodding my head.

“I wish I felt in a more festive mood,” Kat lamented.

“Just go with the flow, girl,” Jess said.

“Yeah,” Jess said. “That’s the whole point. If there are no rules, then you aren’t locked into anything. It’s about doing what you want. Be impulsive. See something, take it. Do what you want.”

“And none of us can be mad,” I said.

“There’s no use in being mad,” Katie said.

“This whole scenario is one big hall pass,” Kat said, seeming to perk up. “Everything is exempt.”

“That’s the perfect description,” Rita said. “Everyone who will be here? Is on that list of celebs you’d bang.”

The limo pulled past the gate at Hollywood & Vine. We had left the theater just quickly enough to be a few minutes ahead of the other guests. The security guards at the door knew us, of course, so we breezed through. But it was at that security check – where everyone else would have to leave behind cell phones and purses – that the attendees would receive their masks. For men, it was a standard black masquerade mask, with a thick cloth tie to keep it in place. For the girls, it was a lace butterfly mask in a variety of colors, with an equally thick tie. That way they wouldn’t come off even when the wearer underwent vigorous activity.

“Jess, oh my god!” Kat exclaimed when we walked inside a transformed Hollywood & Vine.

The interior had been covered in a red-and-black motif. The lighting was soft and dark – and mostly provided by scores of candles. There was simultaneously a warmth to the space, along with a shared secrecy and intimacy about the atmosphere. Just inside the entry, we were greeted by a half dozen of the staff for the evening. They were actually well-known models and actors themselves, just not quite up to the level of the power brokers who would be in attendance that night. They were completely nude, except for a costume that made a playful nod to Venice. They wore the hat and scarf of a gondolier, also in either red or black. They held trays of coupes filled with Champagne. At the base of each glass, Jess had come up with an additional party favor. In lieu of a charm clasped around the stem for people to identify a glass as theirs, she used the clasp to attach a small velvet bag, inside which guests would find a gram of cocaine and a small snuff spoon to indulge.

We walked into the main part of the first floor, where six additional servers were. The women were gorgeous, and it was a thrill to recognize them. The men were in shape and, to the last, hung impressively. It could make a guy self-conscious to realize that some of these models and TV stars were talented and packing the heat. And then I saw them. Anja and Violet. Standing side-by-side, smiling generously, without a hint of regret in their eyes. I made a mental note to circle back later.

“I have to say,” Jess explained loudly enough for anyone to hear, “the best part of our service team tonight? They are free-use. They’ve all agreed. So if you want a taste?” She walked over to a very popular sitcom star and cupped his heavy balls to illustrate her point. He simply smiled. “Take a taste.”

“Okay, maybe I’m feeling a little more like indulging,” Kat said as she scanned the room.

We clinked our glasses together, and the Champagne blew me away.

“This is awesome,” I said, lifting the glass to my nose and inhaling deeply.

“Krug Collection,” Jess said. “1990.”

“Nice choice,” I said approvingly.

Katie had drained her glass already, and Anja immediately stepped forward to replace it. She didn’t make eye contact.

“Hang on,” Katie said, taking the velvet bag from her empty stem. “I’m going to hang on to these.” Then she accepted a fresh one, with another bag of cocaine attached to it.

“This is incredible,” Rita marveled.

“Just wait,” Jess said.

She led us through the first Hollywood & Vine house and outside. There was a tent and temporary, covered walkway erected to add privacy.

“Security even has an alert system for drones,” Jess said proudly.

The second house was decorated as sumptuously as the first. But the servers weren’t TV actors. They were pornstars. The Daydream pornstars, to be precise. Carly, Jess confided, had specially requested them, and, to me, that was an indication of just the level of debauchery we could expect that night. The pornstars were less reserved in their serving duties. They greeted us happily. I couldn’t help but notice how Patrick’s eyes lingered on Kat, but I also couldn’t help but notice Kayla’s eyes dance playfully at me.

“Free-use pornstars?” I said, arching my eyebrows.

“Yes!” came a voice from the back of the room. It was Crystal.

“Crystal!” Katie said. “I thought you were coming with Jason!”

“I expect to be coming with a lot of guys tonight,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I’m a Daydream girl now. I wanted to fully embrace it.”

“Jesus,” I said under my breath.

She looked gorgeous. Her skin was radiant. Her nipples achingly erect. And her dimples showed up as she smacked on her trademark gum.

Jess didn’t slow our tour, though. She had a purpose, it became clear. We walked out the back of the second house. Our jaws dropped when we saw Juliet, Carly, and Jeff Stone there, sharing a joint and passing one of the small baggies of cocaine back and forth. They had been dropped off at the rear of the property so they could make a surprise entrance. We rushed to them to pour congratulations on them for Tapestry of Scars.

“Let’s get this party started,” Jeff said.

It had only been fifteen minutes since we arrived, but we had heard a constant stream of car doors, so the party had to be ramping up inside. While Jeff and Carly barreled toward the house, Juliet held us back briefly.

“I just want to warn you guys,” she said. “You’re just not really going to understand what kind of party this will be until you see it. Just prepare yourself. Don’t be shocked. This is only the fourth time I’ve been invited to something like this. And, well, you just have to understand that literally any crazy shit can happen. Live in the moment and enjoy it because it’s like a cartoon. Nothing that happens is reality. Leave any feelings at the door.”

“Ominous,” I said, smiling at her.

“I’m serious,” Juliet said. “Something happens at these things. It’s like a switch flips in people. So just enjoy the ride, okay?”

“I’m all about enjoying the ride,” Jess said.

Juliet wasn’t kidding. To this day, memories of that night have a surreal quality to them. Part of the reason may have been that both Hollywood & Vine houses quickly filled up with smoke – from cigarettes, weed, and vape pens. It gave an old-fashioned, hazy quality to the visuals. But also a cinematic one, which was appropriate. There was an air of Kubrick around the night. And it was a voyeur’s dream. More than a dream – because you could never have dreamed up the things we saw. Then, after a while, you couldn’t have dreamed up what we did.

The lines of fantasy and reality seemed to have completely blurred. The haze didn’t help with that, either. Bodies and body parts blended together, commingling and separating. The soundtrack of the night – Vivaldi, mostly – was interspersed with an opera of hedonistic sound effects. Moans. Cries. Screams. Begs. Snorts. Growls. Commands. Assents. I had a feeling that the masks might have been totally unnecessary for people to feel free, but it certainly added an air of heightened eroticism. Consent didn’t come into play here. Mere presence was consent. That became perfectly clear. Even the people we knew extremely well – Juliet, Carly, Jeff, Stephen, Ryan, Chris, Cecily – were virtually unrecognizable. They had become creatures driven by carnal need. There were no boundaries. No relationships. It was an absolute free-for-all of flesh and indulgence.

One of the first things that surprised me was how quickly clothes came off. These weren’t cheap threads. They were designer. And the floors became carpeted with them, cast off without a care as an afterthought, a sacrifice to Aphrodite. Kat and Rita stayed attached to my hips. But their eyes feasted. There was the original action movie hero, who strutted around showing off his body builder’s frame and a cock that swung, I swear, almost to his knees. There was the busty, voluptuous, and iconic actress who looked like she came out of a painting and had the luminescent quality of a pearl. She really was that good looking in person, no filter necessary.

“This is almost overwhelming,” Rita said as we made our way through the first Hollywood & Vine house. “I think I need a smoke to calm down.”

“Me, too,” Kat agreed.

We had lost Jess and Katie somewhere in the shuffle along the way, but we slipped into the kitchen, and Rita grabbed one of the packs of Gauloises that were laid out on the counter. She firmly rapped the fresh pack against the counter, then unwrapped it and pulled out two cigarettes. She handed one to Kat, lit it for her, and then sparked up her own. They took long, luxurious inhales while I pulled three more glasses of Champagne off a tray held by a petite comedian who did brilliant impersonations.

“No more party favors attached to these?” I asked playfully. “Or did you keep it all for yourself?”

“I’ve got nowhere to put it!” she protested in a similarly playful manner, and I stared at her puffy, pink nipples.

When I turned back to the girls, they were now chatting with a strikingly beautiful and nude blonde, who had just dumped the contents of one of the party favor bags onto the counter. She laughed after she said something to my wives and then stood up. And I saw who she was. Oscar winner for best actress, along with three additional nominations in the category. Her hair was tied up elegantly, which made a striking contrast to her nudity. And her body was insane. She had pushed the coke into two hefty lines and ripped them both easily. I tried not to be too mesmerized by her ass, as I passed glasses to Kat and Rita. I saved the third for the starlet, offering it to her after she opened her eyes when they fluttered open again after she savored the hedonistic rush up her sinuses.

“Your tits are amazing,” she said to Rita.

The actress stood up and looked at me. I offered her the third glass of Champagne. She demurred and looked me up and down. A chill went up my spine when I realized her eyes settled on my cock.

“Thanks, but I want to feel this coke hit,” she said. “I’d take that dick, though, if you’re offering.”

I did a double take at her and at my wives.

“I love getting fucked while the high sets in,” she said. “It’s like a real-time experiment to see how good fucking on coke is.”

“Seriously?” I said, glancing at Kat and Rita.

“Yeah, man, come on,” the actress said, already lifting her right leg so she could perch her knee on the counter. She laid her stomach flat and reached back to spread her ass open. “Dive in.”

“Jesus,” I said under my breath.

“Go ahead, daddy,” Kat said as she let a sharp stream of smoke out of her mouth.

Rita had moved closer to me and took my cock in her free hand.

“This is what tonight is for,” she whispered.

It only took a few strokes of her hand for me to push past my initial shock and reach full erection. I lined my tip up with the shockingly wet slit of this famous actress, and I pushed forward.

“Oh, yeah!” she moaned. “Nice and thick. That’s good. That’s good.”

I let out a long groan as my cock bottomed out inside her and withdrew. She was gloriously wet and velvety tight. It was positively unfair she was that pretty, that talented, and had a cunt like an inviting glove. The angle where she had propped her right leg up on the counter gave Kat and Rita a wide open view of my cock driving up into her pussy.

“Fuck,” I panted.

“Holy shit,” she agreed. “Fuck me. Yeah!”

We were enveloped in a cloud of smoke from Kat and Rita. I noticed a fourth figure come into the kitchen. I looked up briefly enough to realize it was an older actress who had gained a lot of fame working in television before becoming even more famous for marrying one of the greatest actors of all-time and moving into semi-retirement. I kept rutting away with my unexpected actress on the counter, while the new addition asked to have one of the Galouises.

“Help yourself,” Kat said.

Rita was staring at the actress and me. I could almost see the arousal flowing out of her pussy. After all of us had experienced the initial shock of what was happening, we started to adjust. Rita was a queen at reading the room. So she went with the flow. She took over keeping the actress’s ass spread for me, balancing her cigarette so she could push it open and provide that glorious view of my cock pistoning in and out of her. Rita used her free hand to spank her lightly a few times.

“Shit, yeah,” the actress moaned. “That hits me nice and deep.”

Kat stubbed out her cigarette, and I noticed her sharing drags with the second actress who had approached us. They shared it – and a whispered conversation that left Kat smiling. Rita continued to explore the actress’s body with her hands, stopping occasionally to pull on her smoke.

“There it is!” my partner cried. “There is nothing like that coke rush hitting while you’re right on the brink of coming on a fat dick. Faster! Fuck me!”

This was surreal. I realized I was barely going to be able to hang on and make her cum. Rita helped out, sliding her hand to the actress’s inner-thigh and letting it disappear between her legs. The immediate extra grip from her pussy told me Rita had hit her clit. I held on until this Hollywood goddess crested and poured over the edge of orgasmic pleasure. As she did, Rita took the opportunity to dive in and kiss her. It seemed to surprise her, but Rita melted their lips together. I glanced up and saw Kat slowly releasing a trickle of smoke in a thin stream up to her nose and spreading across her face. She smiled seductively as she passed the cigarette back to the older actress.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said.

The actress pulled away from Rita and panted, “Don’t cum in me. I don’t want to be a mess this early in the night.”

“Fuck,” I cried.

Rita swung into action again. She knew me too well. She knew exactly how close I was. So she took her hands off the starlet’s pussy, pulled away from her mouth, and dropped to her knees. She extracted my cock in an easy motion and swallowed it just as the first rope of sperm shot out. Rita pushed her nose against my pubis, her tongue snaking along the bottom of my cock, as she sucked and swallowed the semen straight down her throat. She moaned in appreciation and milked my balls as she made sure to get every drop.

“Fuck,” I repeated when my cock had stopped spasming.

Rita stood up, an absolutely devilish grin on her face.

“Okay, that was fucking hot!” she exclaimed.

The actress peeled herself off the counter and matched Rita’s smile.

“Holy shit, yeah, it was,” she said. “Thanks for being cool and playing along, man. Can I grab one of these?”

And, just like that, the actress grabbed a pack of Gauloises and strutted off toward the back of the house, heading for the patio. That’s how casual the sexual exploits were among this group. Here I had just fucked – at her insistence – someone who was probably the number-one hall pass target for half the red-blooded males in the world, and it was treated as casually as if I had poured her a drink or lit her cigarette. What was more? I didn’t even have time to reflect on it. Kat had immediately moved close to Rita and whispered something to her before giving her a kiss, wanting to share the taste of my cum.

“What do you say?” the older actress, who had stayed behind, interjected. “Would you like to join us for that joint?”

“I am always down to blaze,” Rita said casually.

My wives looked at me expectantly, which was their way of asking me to join them.

“Same,” I said with a smile, and we all headed toward the backyard.

The party was still in its early stages. More gowns and clothes had come off, and there was some kissing and groping, along with a few people who had graduated to the blow job phase. But mostly the partygoers focused on drinking and getting high. The rumors really were true. When you got Hollywood people like this together, doing cocaine was like taking a sip of water. There were other substances mixed in – a ton of smoking cigarettes and weed or vaping the same, an ocean of drinks, and pills galore. But the backbone of the party was cocaine. Jess’s little party favor bags were a huge hit, allowing people to bump up casually as they stood in conversation or exploration or flirtation.

Rita stopped in her tracks when she saw who waited for her on the three-cushion couch across the coffee table from where we had walked out. I saw the older actress sit on the left side, and I saw Stephen sitting on the right side of the couch, but I couldn’t see who was in the middle. I worked my way forward and realized why I couldn’t see the person in the center. He was bent over the coffee table, rolling a cigar-sized joint. He was damn good at it, too. He held up the finished spliff and flashed his trademark charming, almost embarrassed smile.

“Baby, I think you might like to share that with my new friend, Rita,” his wife said.

“Rita, join us!” he said magnanimously, sliding closer to his wife. Stephen moved closer to the arm of the couch to let Rita slide between them. The actor put the massive joint to his lips and sparked it up.

My wife looked at me with stunned excitement. I knew he was her favorite actor of all-time. In the early days of our relationship, we once sat and watched one of his famous trilogies. All in one day. While Rita’s ex-husband was on one of his philandering hunting trips. She had told me she had a poster of him in her room in high school, and she used to stare at it when she started masturbating. Now here he was. In the flesh. And she was naked, except for her mask.

“Well, hello, to this enchanting creature?” he said, smiling at her then drinking up her tits with his eyes as he took a big hit off the joint before passing it to his wife.

“Nice to meet you,” Rita said like a giddy teenager, extending the hand she wasn’t holding her Champagne glass in.

“Exquisite,” he said, cupping his hand under her wrist and extending it to his mouth in a chivalrous, prince-like kiss.

“Baby, I did my lap,” the actor’s wife said, holding the marijuana smoke in her lungs before offering the joint to Rita, who readily accepted. “Unless you want to go with a pornstar, I think I’ve found the winner.”

“He’s an insufferable tits man,” Stephen interjected from Rita’s left. “He wants to find the girl with the nicest pair at every party.”

“Can you blame me?” the actor said with that grin and confident delivery.

“Well, I can tell you with certainty Rita has the nicest set at this party,” Stephen said sincerely. “And anywhere else she goes.”

Rita had taken a long hit on the joint and ignored the flattering comment. Instead she said, “You’ve got the big Bob Marley joint here.” She passed it along to Stephen.

“I smoked with Bob Marley once,” the actor said. “Back in 1980 in New York City. He was playing Madison Square Garden. I was backstage with him and John Lennon. Can you believe that?”

Kat pushed her butt into my lap, and she kept her arms draped tightly around me, like she wanted to shrink inside me. I could sense her vulnerability and need to be close. When the joint made it over to us, Kat took a huge hit, and the relaxing effect was almost immediate. On the joint’s second lap around our little group, the great actor’s wife shotgunned a hit with him. And he offered to do the same with Rita.

“Like I’d say no to that,” Rita said with her TV smile.

Watching it was like slow motion for me. He took a long, comfortable drag on the joint, the cherry lighting up brightly, and held it for a moment while he leaned forward to pass it to Stephen’s outstretched hand. Stephen seemed to intentionally brush against Rita’s breasts when he did so. And, as the actor leaned forward, he brought himself to eye level with Rita. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. As he moved his lips closer to hers, Rita moved toward him like she was a magnet meeting its opposite. Their eyes locked, and Rita smiled again. He moved, like a ship docking, and their lips came within millimeters. Just before they touched, however, he pushed the acrid smoke from his lungs, and Rita opened her mouth to accept it, inhaling and making the stream rapidly disappear into her own. They sat back. Rita closed her eyes, and I saw how erect her nipples were. The joint made it to Kat and me again, and we shotgunned, too. Francesca arrived and pulled Stephen away.

The actor and his wife exchanged a whispered conversation, which led to him leaning toward Rita again. He brushed his lips against her cheek before whispering something in her ear. She smiled and whispered something back before looking at Kat and me. He nodded, and the three of them stood up.

“Do you want to join us somewhere a little more private?” the actor said.

“Of course,” I said and slipped my hand into Kat’s as she stood up, and we all gravitated toward the inside.

As we made our way through the first floor, I noticed that Jess was in the middle of a huge cuddle puddle on the floor. But there wasn’t any cuddling going on. The orgy was in full-blown effect. Jess had a Best Actress winner between her thighs, the cock of a perennial Best Actor nominee in her mouth, and her hand barely wrapped around the coke-can prick of a legendary action movie hero. My view was cut short because Rita hung back with Kat and me briefly.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen upstairs,” she said nervously.

“Just go for it, girl,” Kat said.

“No rules,” I reminded her. “This is all a fantasy. Just live it out.”

“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath and smiling at me. Her neck and chest were flushed. “I could really use a bump.”

En route to the stairs, we all grabbed more Champagne. I took a backup bottle, too. We also passed one of the newest Hollywood “it” girls, a natural-breasted blonde who had a penchant for seductress roles, pinned up against the wall being fucked gloriously by perhaps the most desirable leading man on the planet. The actress took Rita by the hand as we walked upstairs, the actor allowing them to go first. We moved to the far end of the house, entering the back bedroom. The light was as soft as downstairs, with candles providing most of it.

“I’m jonesing for a line,” Rita said as the actress closed the door behind us. “Would anyone like to join me?”

“Oh, I’m always down for a line,” the actress said. “Maybe not as much as I used to.” She laughed and then added, “You know when I was on that show, there were all these rumors I was skinny because I was on coke. And I remember reading them and being like, of course I’m on coke!” She laughed. We all recognized the name of the show. It had been her breakthrough.

She also finally untied the halter on her dress, stepping out of it and revealing a still-slender nude figure. She had aged remarkably well. Her husband was also working his way out of his suit, and Rita did a double take when she saw the bulge in his white briefs. It was massive. She couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Fuck, he’s huge,” Kat said under her breath while she prepared lines of cocaine on the glass tray.

The actress stepped up and helped herself to two smaller lines first, clearly relishing them, before passing the straw back to Kat. She went and talked to her husband furtively while Kat finished and let Rita take her turn. And once I finished, leaving two more lines on the tray, the actress took center stage once more.

“So, maybe we should go over our rules?” she said.

“Of course,” Rita said. “We’re always for open communication and respecting boundaries.”

“That’s great,” she said. “So appreciated. Well, our rules basically go like this. If it’s okay to do it in a movie, he’ll do it. And not a porn movie.”

“I like that,” Rita said. “Because since John and I have been together, I haven’t been with another man. But this is a huge fantasy of mine, so ... I mean, I’m along for the ride with whatever you want to do.”

She smiled at the movie star, who was naked now.

“I’d love to do a couple bumps off your breasts,” he said, even the request sounding suave and charming.

“Good,” Rita said casually. “That’s what they’re most popular for.”

She gave a little laugh, trying to play like she was nonchalant about it. But she immediately grabbed the carbon fiber card off the glass tray and poured a little bump on the crest of each breast, just above her nipples.

“I can see why,” the actor said, making a delayed response to her earlier comment.

“Did you do coke with Bob Marley, too?” Rita said, teasing. Even in front of her original crush, her confidence never lagged.

“No, but I did once do a line off Kelly LeBrock’s tits while Demi Moore blew me,” he said.

Rita threw her head back in a laugh but was careful not to let her tits jiggle too much.

“God, daddy, he just oozes magnetism,” Kat whispered to me.

Her hand found my cock, and she subtly pushed me over toward the seating area in the bedroom. It had a perfect, clear view of Rita and the actor.

“Let’s see what we have here,” the actor said and bent down toward the coke on Rita’s breasts. His hands firmly slid down her rib cage, and he gave a quick snort. He quickly moved to her other breast and snorted the second bump. Then he went to work.

He started by cupping each of Rita’s breasts, fondling them and pushing them higher while he licked the crumbs of cocaine up from her skin. And then he moved to her nipples, causing Rita to moan and throw her head back. She puts her hands in his hair as he worshiped her breasts with his mouth. He played with them for ten minutes before coming up for air. In the meantime, his wife had begun to stroke his cock and blow him. She knelt to the side, almost sandwiched between her husband and Rita. Kat teased my cock at the opening of her vagina, which flowed with increasing arousal, for several minutes before finally sliding my length inside her. She faced away from me, and I got a luscious view of her ass while we both maintained our views of Rita.

The scene shifted. Once he had his fill of Rita’s tits, he pulled back and flashed that warm, confident smile. His eyes flashed with the same confidence as he drank in the perfect tits he’d just spent so much time playing with. Rita pushed a hand through her hair, which had the bonus effect of forcing her chest to jut out. He licked his lips, then quickly darted his head down again and locked my wife in a kiss. Rita looked like she melted from it, her adolescent fantasy coming true in a spectacular way. His hands found her tits again, fondling them with tender aggression. Rita’s hand snaked around the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. I could see her inner thighs glisten even from across the room. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet.

“Are you jealous, daddy?” Kat asked me quietly, throwing her hair over her shoulder and grinning at me.

“Of course not, Kitty Kat,” I said, pushing my cock extra deep into her pussy.

It was true. But I also ached to be inside her. To claim her for myself.

Their kiss seemed exaggerated, like it was taking place in a movie. One of the actor’s hands dropped from her tits and cupped her ass. Rita leaned into him more deeply. His wife shifted her position, now moving behind Rita. As she snuck a few licks against her pussy, she also reached around and jerked her husband’s huge cock. Kat and I watch, totally rapt at the scene, which drew near its conclusion.