The car stops and I get out. The sun's just starting to go down in the distance, but I don't have time to admire it even though this is my favorite time of day in New Orleans. There's still enough light to see the girls, and I catch sight of a new face that has my jaw on the floor. She’s rocking shorter heels than what I'm used to seeing on the girls out here, but she looks like she's close to my height in them. Maybe even level with my height, and I'm six-foot-two. And her body... holy damn. Looking at that ass... my cock's twitching already, and I don't even know her name.
She's got a hot body, but a heavenly face. It gives her that sort of fallen angel look I've always had a thing for. She has long hair, but what really catches my eye is the color. It's the same shade as mine, a blonde color that's so light it's nearly white. It really makes her stand out from the typical brunettes I see here in New Orleans and gives her an almost exotic look.
“Well hello,” I say as I approach. Some other girls, regulars that I've partied with before come over too, but I only have eyes for the new girl. I'm trying hard not to adjust my cock in my pants already. Jesus, even her eyes are sexy. They're a pale light blue, unlike any other eyes I've ever seen before, except for one pair a decade ago. “I'm Jackson.”
“I'm Kitty,” the girl says, giving me a naughty smile. “Nice car,” she says admiringly.
“It is,” I reply confidently. “Think you might want to take a ride, join me for a party?”
Kitty looks over the limo, giving me a measured look, then nods. “Okay, big boy. My, are you into weightlifting or something? You're built like a comic book character. Sure your name isn't Bruce Wayne?”
“Nope, just Jackson,” I reply, smiling. Chick knows her comic books, or at least her comic book movies. I can get with that. “How much?”
“I'm just looking for a good time,” Kitty says. “If you're feeling generous though, I bet some of these other girls would love to join us. What sort of party is it, anyway?”
“Black tie. You're dressed perfectly for it,” I say as I look over the other choices. “Okay, you... you... and you.”
The five of us get into the limo, and Mike pulls away. I pull out some cash and lay it on the seat beside me. All the girls except for Kitty are all over it immediately. Whatever... at least I know Kitty meant it when she said she was just looking for a good time.
She's practically eye fucking me as she leans back on the side seat. She turns a little, and it really showcases both her long legs and her tits. Damn do they look delicious. “So, Jack... did you say a black tie party? And is there going to be any fun at this party?” I know what she's getting at, and I grin. So maybe she doesn't want money, but she's definitely looking to score.
“We can have some fun beforehand, a little... preview if you like,” I say, gesturing to the black glass. “A little K-X mix if you're into that.”
“I think I'll wait a little bit. I know K can hit quick,” she says as she slides over next to me. Her hand's resting on my thigh, and she's pushing that hard body of hers against my arm. My cock's already fully hard for her. I can see the other girls getting mad as they scowl, but there's plenty of me to go around. Before I can say something though, Kitty touches my face, and I swear it sends a jolt of electricity straight to my cock as I stare into her eyes. “Hey, lover... I'm over here,” she says.
“Well, if he's gonna fuck her, at least we can have some party favors,” one of the other girls says scornfully. She reaches for the black mirror, but Kitty takes her finger off my face, and suddenly I'm free of her spell. My full attention is on the other three girls, and I'm pissed off.
“Stop. Mike! Pull over!”
Mike stops the car, and like I said, I'm pissed, staring at these wastes of my fucking time. “Take the money and get out,” I growl, throwing the cash at them. “Easy dough, right?”
The girls grumble, but they've partied with me before, and they know I’m not playing around. They take the money and get out, and I notice we're near the Superdome. Mike knows that after I stop by the Watering Hole, I always need a little time to decide what comes next.
The last one slams the door in a huff, but I don't give a fuck. Kitty's already straddling my lap. Her dress rides up as she begins massaging my shoulders and chest while she kisses my neck. I don't know what's so different about her, but my body's on fire. I've never been this hot before so quickly. She's got me trembling, ready to pop already, and as she grinds on my lap, I can't help the whimpers coming out of my mouth.
“Shh baby, we're going to have a lot of fun,” she reassures me as she shoots me that fallen angel's smile again. She reaches the waistband of my pants and cocks her head when she sees I'm wearing suspenders. Well no shit, I'm wearing a tux, and you don't wear a belt with a tux. “I like it. Very fucking sexy,” she says as she gives me a seductive smile.
“You're fucking sexy,” I reply, reaching down to stroke her hair. I'm only dimly aware of Mike saying something up front, but whatever it is, it doesn't matter. All that matters is this sex goddess in front of me and the way her fingers are unzipping my pants.
“Mmm, you're so big,” she whispers. I'm trembling again as she wraps her fingers around my cock and pulls it out. I'm rock hard, and Kitty licks her lips as she leans in closer... closer...
Suddenly, she pulls back as she jabs me in the chest below my right pec, and I find myself paralyzed. I can only watch as she opens the door to a crowd of paparazzi. My cock's still hanging out for the whole world to see, and countless flashes are going off. I can hear gasps of surprise, but also mocking laughter as Kitty sits back. She gives me an evil grin as she pulls what I'm just now realizing is a wig off her head. “Well, well, Jackson... nice to see you again,” she says, but the tone of her voice indicates otherwise.
I blink as my body slowly regains the ability to move, and the face in front of me drops into focus. The blue eyes that I haven't seen in ten years, the angular jawline, and hair so dark it's almost black, but it's shorter than it was before... I can't believe it, but it's true.
“Katrina?” I whisper, which is the most I seem to be able to do.
“It's Kat,” she says as she pulls some sunglasses out of her tiny purse. She puts them on before getting out of the limo, leaving the blonde wig behind. “And you just got scratched. That's for my parents. Have fun, Jackson.”
Chapter 2
Jackson
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Pops asks as he slams the tablet he's holding down onto the desk. He probably just broke the fucking thing, but I don't think anyone really cares right now.
“Why do you care? It's not like I had your nose candy out,” I shoot back. He's really pissing me off. Seriously, I just went through the worst night of my life. It was only because of Mike's fast reflexes that I wasn't arrested. Mike got me out of there after Katrina...no, after Kat got out of the limo. Once he realized something was up, he hauled ass for the Pontchartrain Expressway. By the time the photos went to print and anyone looking at the drugs in the photo instead of my cock could even ask questions, the limo had been taken care of. At this point, I doubt even the FBI could find a damn thing.