Chapter 7

Author’s Note: This is unlike any of the previous 253 chapters in the Traffic Girl series. I hope you enjoy it, and I would love to hear what you think. Our core characters have a heavy burden ahead of them. This chapter is deeply personal when it comes to these characters. I hope you see it that way, too.

“White male, late 30s. Blood pressure ninety over forty. Respiratory forty-five. Heart rate thirty-seven.”

“MVA with impact on the driver’s side. This guy got t-boned like a motherfucker.”

“Sir? Sir?”

I saw nothing but white light.

“Oh, fuck, Henry,” Katie moaned as she collapsed into the hotel’s luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets. “That was so perfect. I’ve never cum so hard in my whole life before. Like, ever. When my orgasm hit? All I saw was white light. Baby, you are fucking incredible.”

“Shhh,” Henry said, lying back next to her, letting his hand run along the damp skin of her inner thigh. “Don’t tell Riley that.”

“Keep choking me like that while you fuck my ass, and I promise my lips are sealed,” she said.

She used her delicate fingers to loosen the belt that had been tied around her neck and tossed it aside.

“This is like a dream,” Henry said and kissed her, fixing his eyes on her. “I like being able to focus my dark side on you and nowhere else.”

“I love your dark side,” she said, kissing back. “I love that Riley is on board with this arrangement, too.”

“You’ve helped me not be embarrassed of it,” he said, now giving adoring little kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. “It’s so much more fun to embrace the darkness rather than just take it out on random strangers.”

“It might sound weird,” Katie said, propping herself up on her elbow now, “but your dark side kind of pulled me out of the spiral I was in after...”

She stopped herself. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was all still too raw, too fresh. The pain hit involuntarily.

“Sorry,” she said as she brushed the tears away. “It just kind of creeps up on me, even now.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Henry said, touching her cheek. “We can still feel his presence. That’s a gift.”

Katie shook her head, like she was trying to break free from cobwebs.

“We’ve got to be at the recording studio in ninety minutes,” she said, her hand making its way toward Henry’s shrunken cock. “What would you say to doing a couple lines, letting me clean off your cock with my mouth, and then dumping another load in my cunt?”

“Sounds like heaven to me,” Henry said, already reaching for the mirror and straw that were sitting on the nightstand.

“Only if you spank me until my ass is red and make me walk funny tomorrow,” she said.

“When do I not, babe?” Henry said with a chuckle.

Katie smiled at him, but there was still a faintly detectable sadness on her face. She put the glass straw up her nose and inhaled. The rush of cocaine hit, and she reset the timer on keeping the demons at bay.

“Jesus. It looks like his left side was run over by a steam roller.”

“It basically was. A big ass Grand Wagoneer slamming into a convertible?”

“We’ve got to move fast. He’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Then maybe we can put him back together.”

“You are fucking crazy,” Johnny said. “We’re going to be there in like ten minutes.”

“So what?” Jess said. “That’s plenty of time!”

“Didn’t you get enough already?” he asked.

“I can never get enough of you, stud,” Jess said, licking her lips.

She lowered her head, covering Johnny’s crotch in corn-silk blonde hair. He groaned as her tongue flicked across the slit of his tip. She smiled inwardly as she tasted the mixture of his cum and her pussy.

“Fuck, okay,” Johnny groaned. “Yeah, that feels like fucking magic.”

Jess greedily sucked him, loving his hardness and the feeling of his veiny cock as her tongue danced over it. She loved the feeling of his sperm leaking into her thong, the product of their earlier fuck. At his house. In the bed he shared with Shelly. She shouldn’t do it, but she couldn’t help herself. Not when it came to Johnny.

And there was an undeniable thrill to it. How Johnny arranged to send his wife to the spa for a few hours. He dropped her off like a doting, dutiful husband and then swung by Jess’s apartment and picked her up. He knew it was stupid. He knew he shouldn’t do it. He knew he could tell Shelly, and she wouldn’t care. But Jess seemed to really crave the secrecy. And he felt so bad for her. She had been in so much pain since...

So he used that as an excuse to play along. And it was fun. He picked her up, and he took her home and fucked the shit out of her like a rag doll. Jess was one of a kind. They had ridiculous chemistry. It just worked. He could do anything. Yeah, she had been coked up out of her mind from the moment she slipped into his car, but that only made the sex wilder.

“Cum for me, baby,” Jess panted as she briefly removed her mouth off his cock.

She was like a wizard. He was close. He couldn’t believe she was going to make him cum a fourth time. He wondered how much cum was leaking out of her pussy and ass. He smiled. He owned this slut. It was a powerful feeling, so he pressed his hand on the back of her head and made her gag as he thrust his hips up. That fourth load, a small trickle, hit her mouth, and she groaned.

Johnny pulled into the parking garage at the high-rise just as Jess popped up, flashed the cum on her tongue, and swallowed. She sat back in her seat and gave a long exhale.

“I needed that,” she said with genuine relief.

“Jess,” Johnny said as the car came to a stop. “We really should quit the sneaking around thing.”

“God, stop, Johnny,” Jess, rolling her eyes as she opened the door. “It’s just a little fun. Shelly doesn’t care when she knows about it, so what’s the big deal?”

She got out of the car, and Johnny rolled down the passenger window.

“Take care of yourself, Jess, okay?” he said.

Jess tugged on her short minidress. It wasn’t really a normal or appropriate midday Wednesday outfit. She bent down and put her arms on the side of the car.

“I always do, stud,” she said, the old confidence creeping back into her voice for a moment. “And do me a favor, all right?”

“Sure, what is it?” Johnny said and flashed the smile that made Jess wet every single time.

“Don’t shower off,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. Maybe from excitement. Maybe from desperation. “I want Shelly to suck you just like that. Can you do that?”

“Sure,” Johnny replied, forcing his smile to stay on his face.

Then he rolled up the window and took off. Jess walked inside, the older doorman leering at her like a piece of meat. She was dressed like one. And her hair was a mess. It was pretty obvious what she had been up to. But at least it distracted her for a little while. At least it gave her some pleasure. Her emotions started to flow as her heels click-clacked on the tile floor. Before the doors of the elevator had even closed, the coke bullet was lodged under her nose. She got in four long, deep snorts before it stopped at the sixteenth floor. She fumbled her key and had trouble with her apartment’s lock. The glee hit her fleetingly as she opened the door. But then she crumpled onto the sofa and burst into tears.

“He’s crashing!”

“Get the cart in here. Now!”

“Fuck me.”

“All the king’s horses and all the king’s men.”

“Humpty dumpty stood a better chance.”

“We’re losing him.”

“Where’s the goddamn cart?”

Kat’s hand was shaky as she flicked the lighter to life and held it against the joint. She left it there a second too long and took an aggressive hit. The thick, acrid smoke inundated her lungs, and she almost instantly felt the almost overwhelming rush from the cocaine that was sprinkled liberally inside the rolling paper.

“There it is,” she said without exhaling. “I needed that.”

“Let me get a hit,” Tommy said, walking over to the bed with his cock swinging freely between his legs.

“There, stud,” she said, holding it out and exhaling now.

“Fuck that’s good,” Tommy said.

A loud snort came from the other side of the bed, followed by a pause, followed by a second long snort.

“Baby, I was thinking you could take my pussy this time,” Kat said, her words dreamy.

“Sounds good, Kat,” Patrick said.

“Bring a line for me?” she asked sweetly.

Tommy passed the primo back to her, and Kat took another hit. She took a toke from the joint in one hand and grabbed Tommy’s cock with her other. She stroked it a few times as she inhaled, then blew the smoke on it. She stopped and compared its size to her forearm.

“Do you guys want to do me standing up?” she said. “Bounce me back and forth like a pinball?”

“Sure, babe,” Tommy said.

“Whatever you want,” Patrick said, holding a mirror under Kat’s nose.

She picked up the straw and snorted the line. Her eyes were bloodshot and bleary. Her nose was red. She had lost count of the days. Or was it weeks? Even months? Her pussy and ass were tender, but she didn’t know what else to do.

“I want it,” she said. “Fucking almost two feet of dick. God. My stomach is going to be so sore tomorrow, you bastards.”

“You love it,” Patrick said.

“I do,” Kat said, trying to convince herself. “I really, really do.”

She stood up and was unsteady on her feet. But Patrick and Tommy picked her up, balancing her on their forearms like she was as light as an empty box. Patrick slipped his cock in her pussy, and she gasped.

“God, that just hits me in a place no one has ever been,” she gasped.

“Here we go, Kat,” Tommy said, and she felt the familiar delight of her sphincter being stretched open.