Chapter 9

• Kat and I had reached a dangerous turning point in our affair. Practical realities for both of us precluded debauched days like the one at the Marriott Marquis very often. Her work schedule was demanding, and she had a boyfriend to navigate. We started to broach the topic of how we could go places together without compromising her reputation. My work wouldn't tolerate slacking off, and the frequency of my 3 a.m. wake-up calls would take a toll. By nature, I was more of a night owl than a morning person. I'd rather stay out until 5 a.m., which I frequently did on my regular trips to Vegas, then wake up with the sunrise.
• While we worked on navigating those logistical barriers, we started to play games. Mostly over text. And that's when I began to realize the depth of potential we had, from a purely sexual adventure standpoint. What became clear was that we both liked to escalate, to increase the risk level. Kat hadn't been lying in that initial message to me where she proposed our affair. The risk amplified the fun. To make a game of it enhanced it.
• It started in fairly cliche fashion. I told Kat that she had to send a picture proving the day each week she wore her butt plug to work. As a reward, I bought her a set of princess plugs with jewels to match her favorite work dresses--red, blue, and pink. I loved secretly knowing that the traffic girl was plugged on the air. But I wanted more.