Chapter 150

• In the hour before Shelly arrived, I got a good amount of weed and various smoking implements ready. I remembered her preference for marijuana over cocaine. I also prepared an anal training station in the bedroom. I laid out three butt plugs, in order from small to large, along with Lelo lube, which I had found was ideal in keeping maximum lubrication without getting too messy. I also took out some cocaine and a medicine plunger, in case Shelly wanted to numb herself for the main event. I didn't know if Shelly had ever tried anal sex before, so I wanted to be prepared for the full range of possibilities.
• I popped a bottle of Pinot Noir and sat down on the couch to await Shelly's arrival. My thoughts drifted to how things with Kat and Jess had evolved so quickly in the past couple weeks. They weren't kidding when they had made the decision to maximize hedonism. The tattoos, maybe more than anything else, indicated how serious they were about this. But also about us. A permanent mark, a constant and enduring reminder of our infinite commitment to each other. And their lives as escorts.
• Escorts. I swirled and sipped the wine and considered this. These were two women I loved deeply. We had cultivated something honest and enduring, I firmly believed that. It was unique. It was debauched. It was ours. And it worked. Would it continue to work? Kat and Jess showed an undeniable zeal for this new, amped up lifestyle. I was fully on-board with it, but there were doubts that lurked in my mind. Doubts about safety, mostly. I knew Jess had cultivated a high-end clientele for her agency and a level of information-sharing that created a kind of mutual destruction scenario for the clients and escorts if they went beyond the rules. Still, prostitution came with inherent risks. Physical ones. Health ones. Legal ones. Nevertheless, those potentialities lurked in my mind shrouded in fog. The thrill of it, in part driven by those risks, made it even more delicious.