The Sybian Club (16 page)
“Well…” He shrugged, setting the DVD and email on the desk and shoving his hands in his jean pockets. “I guess it’s… a judgment call, really. If no one in your neighborhood minds or complains, we pretty much look the other way. There are lots of swingers clubs and things like that out there.”
“Sounds like fun.” Max slid an arm around Tasha’s waist and she smiled up at him.
Dean grinned. “I imagine your Sybian Club would be in the same sort of neighborhood. I’ve known places where they’ve tried to outlaw them, though. Neighbors will say it’s because of the noise or traffic in a residential area.”
“Oh please.” Ashley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Like it had nothing to do with prudes living in the neighborhood or anything?”
“Oh I’m sure it did.” Dean laughed “That was just a good excuse. In fact, there was a sort of sex club in
Ashley raised her eyebrows. “You seem to know a lot about it?”
“Uh… well,” Dean cleared his throat and flushed noticeably. “Let’s just call it… a personal interest.”
“So it isn’t illegal?”
Dean shrugged. “It’s a gray area. I remember this guy in
Max grinned. “Except no one was watching the Super Bowl.”
“I seriously doubt it.” Dean grinned back at him, his eyes moving over to Ashley. “You know, if I came over to talk to Max—say I wanted to rent Max’s table saw? Well, strictly speaking, that’s illegal. Still, no one cares. But when it comes to sex, suddenly people care. Believe me, I’ve seen stranger things in court than I have in this video.”
Ashley stood, reaching to turn off the monitor. “So what happens now?”
“Can you forward me that?” Dean asked, nodding toward the screen. “I’ll need the headers as well, so we can trace the path of the email. Here let me write my email down for you…” Dean wrote it down on a clean sheet on his pad while Ashley went back to the computer, opening up her email.
“Thanks.” Ashley smiled as she took the slip of paper Dean offered and Tasha saw their hands brush and linger. She smiled to herself, looking between them. Ashley sat up straight, turning to tug on Dean’s sleeve. “Oh, hey… I’ve got new email from him.” Ashley clicked her mouse and a screen opened up. Tasha looked over and saw it was from the same email address that had sent the first one:
[email protected]
. They all leaned over to read it when Ashley opened it.
Here’s the deal. You and your girlfriend bring the cash to the Flamingo Motel at the corner of Dix and Fort streets.
. Tomorrow. One chance.
“How melodramatic.” Tasha rolled her eyes. She knew it had to be Ray. The ‘you and your girlfriend’ line was too like him to be missed.
“Is this guy for real?” Ashley asked, clicking a button to print.
“Amateur.” Dean shook his head as he took the print-out off the printer. “Actually… I don’t think he wants the cash at all.”
“Huh?” Ashley’s brow knitted as she glanced up at him holding the email.
“I think he wants you two to show up scared.” Dean put the print-out with the other email and the DVD.
“If he doesn’t want the money…” Max frowned, his arm tightening around Tasha’s shoulders. “What does he want?”
Tasha glanced at Ashley and they both said, almost simultaneously: “Us.”
“That’s the reason I had to kick him out,” Tasha explained to Max. "He was coming on to Ashley.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Dean sighed and then smiled at Ashley. “Not that I blame him. You’re both very beautiful women.”
Tasha couldn’t have dubbed what Ashley was doing anything other than “beaming.”
“But that doesn’t give him a right to install cameras illegally and make blackmail threats.” Dean folded the emails and put them into his back pocket. “This last email is just what I was waiting for. I’ll make a formal report, get a team together, and your friend Raymond Patterson will get a big surprise tomorrow night at the Flamingo.”
“And we won’t get into trouble?” Ashley asked, standing up, their bodies nearly touching.
Dean smiled at Ashley, the warmth in it like a heat Tasha could almost feel. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
“Thanks so much, Dean.” Tasha went over and hugged him, feeling both grateful for his help and wanting to open the door for Ashley. It swung wide, and Ashley hugged and thanked him, too. Dean looked both surprised and pleased.
Dean picked up the DVD, making a move to go, and then turned back. “You know… I would suggest you move out of the suburbs. It’s just… safer. Somewhere more rural? Because while this Ray guy may not actually be the concerned citizen he claims to be, you know you’re living across the street from the Bible Beater from hell?”
Tasha laughed, knowing he was talking about Theresa Ryan. “She thought we were selling drugs.”
“You could always move it here,” Ashley offered, waving a hand around the room. Tasha stared at her, stunned. Ashley lived alone in a big farm house her mother had left to her when she died. The property was definitely not suburban, that was for sure. “I’ve got plenty of room, and I sure wouldn’t mind having five Sybians laying around.”
Tasha laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t blame you.”
Max looked thoughtful as he shook Dean’s hand, a gesture of good-will and goodbye. “We’ll definitely think about it.”
“So will we see you again?” Ashley asked, her voice softer as she looked up at Dean. He was tall – almost a foot taller than she was.
“I’ll give you a call when it’s all wrapped up,” he assured her. “Maybe I’ll come out here after… Oh!” Dean turned to Tasha and Max. “I wouldn’t go back home tonight or tomorrow if I were you. Just stay away from the house. I wouldn’t want you to accidentally tip Ray off somehow.”
Tasha and Max exchanged glances. Not go home? Where would they go? Tasha wondered if they could get a nice hotel room on such short notice.
“You can both stay here if you want,” Ashley said, looking between them. Tasha smiled at her friend, and that heat she’d felt when she looked at Dean was unmistakable.
“I’ve got lots of room.”
“That’s a good plan.” Dean nodded. “All of you in the same place. I’d like that.”
“Me, too.” Max slid his arm around his wife, and another around Ashley’s shoulder, a smile spreading across his face. Tasha glanced at Dean, wondering if he had any idea that her husband’s motivations were very different from the young cop’s.
Dean gave Ashley another smile – one just for her, Tasha noted – before he left, carrying a copy of a very embarrassing video and two emails that would, hopefully, end this whole mess once and for all.
Tasha shut the door behind him, leaning on it and looking back and forth between her husband and her girlfriend. “Well, now what?”
“I don’t know.” Max shrugged, glancing at his watch. “It is getting late.”
Ashley reached over and slipped her hand into his. “How about… bed?”
Tasha smiled, moving to join them. “There’s an idea…”
* * * * * *
Tasha pressed her naked belly to Ashley’s, wondering how things had moved from there to here, as Max nuzzled her neck and shifted his knee to part her legs. He was incredibly hard, pressed against her behind as Tasha cupped Ashley’s face in her hands to kiss her.
From there to here, she thought, from months ago in her basement with a Sybian – such a strange way to meet. Tasha remembered being completely captivated by Ashley and her very first orgasm, brought on by the machine and… maybe, she mused, just maybe, my being there had something to do with it. She thought, as Ashley moaned into her mouth and pulled her hand down to touch the smoothly shaved swollen part of her pussy lips, that maybe it was more truth than wishful thinking.
Ashley’s mouth trembled as Tasha kissed her and her fingers parted and found the sensitive bud of her clit. Ashley’s hips moved slightly in response to the motion, Tasha’s finger teasing, back and forth, round and round, not giving her anything consistent, nothing to count on, making her wonder what was coming next. Tasha could feel her tension, the anxiety of knowing that Max was naked in bed with them, the only thing between them the slender press of Tasha’s own body. Ashley hadn’t been with many men, and the ones she’d experienced had been, according to her description, “selfish.”
“You’re stretched as tight as piano wire,” Tasha murmured, kissing her way over Ashley’s ample cleavage, stopping at her fat, pink nipples and suckling there. Ashley just quivered in response as Tasha slid down between her thighs, gently parting and settling between them. Max didn’t vacate the space Tasha had left, his hand lazily working his cock as he watched his wife begin to lick Ashley’s pussy.
It took a while – much longer than usual – for Ashley to begin to really respond. Tasha persisted, latching her mouth over her tender, sensitive clit and licking with a rhythmic insistence that eventually, Ashley could no longer resist. Her hips began to move, her eyes closing and soft moans escaping her parted lips. Tasha barely heard her whispers, “Yes… yes… ohhh… faster…!” as Ashley’s hands clutched at the sheets, fisting, pulling, twisting them as she grew closer to her peak. Her first orgasm came like the tremble of a small earthquake, shaking the whole bed, as Ashley’s toes curled and her head moved from side to side, as if she were trying to deny the incredible pleasure pulsing through her body.
Tasha glanced over at Max, whose eyes never left the two of them, his hand squeezing the stiff exclamation of his cock. She wasn’t ready to give Ashley up yet – and more importantly, Ashley wasn’t ready. Tasha wanted Ashley to move that way first, and she knew, somehow, she would. Eventually. She kept her mouth over Ashley’s mound, her tongue pressed flat against her sensitive clit, barely moving, making her whimper and whisper, “No… no…” But Tasha wasn’t stopping. Not now.
“Oh God!” Ashley murmured as Tasha’s tongue began its slow lashing, a long, torturous punishment, back and forth. Tasha slipped her hand down between her own thighs, rubbing her aching clit as she licked Ashley toward her second orgasm of the night. There was no denying her own lust, the taste of pussy in her mouth and throat incredible. She was dizzy with the scent.
“Oh Tash… please… so good…”
Tasha murmured something but it was lost against Ashley’s flesh and came across just as an urging forward, onward, upward, yes! Ashley’s hips rocked faster now, her moans louder, her legs spread wide, wider still. Tasha used the fingers of her other hand, sliding two of them into the wet cavern of Ashley’s trembling pussy, pumping slowly in and out. It was a conscious reminder, and it worked.
“Yes!” Ashley gasped and bucked her hips in response. “Oh baby, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” Tasha did as she was told, pistoning her fingers faster into her wetness, her mouth latched over her mouth, tongue working furiously. Ashley rocked and twisted, forcing Tasha to bring her other hand, still soaked with her own juices, up to her girlfriend’s hip to steady her.
“More!” Ashley insisted, meeting each thrust of Tasha’s hand with her hips. “Oh fuck! MORE! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Ashley reached her hand out, grasping blindly along the sheet until she met flesh—Max’s belly, taut with his own excitement. She turned her head toward him, eyes half-closed and full of lust. “Cock,” she whispered, sliding her hand down to cover his, squeezing his stiff length. “Oh please… give me your cock.”
Max groaned, moving toward her on the bed, kissing her softly as Tasha moved out of the way.
Ashley groaned when her friend left her hanging there, hovering, waiting for that sweet orgasm, but she didn’t protest long. Max moved between her thighs, parting them, positioning himself. Tasha stretched out beside them, her eyes meeting Max’s for a moment, feeling a sharp electric jolt pass between them before he turned his attention to Ashley.
“Are you sure?” he murmured, waiting, poised.
Ashley nodded, reaching down between them to grasp his cock. “Yes! Please! Yes!” Max groaned at her touch, sliding slowly in, parting her moist cleft with his turgid length until he was buried completely inside of her. Ashley wiggled as if she wanted more, half-smiling as she turned her face to Tasha to be kissed.
“He feels good,” Ashley murmured.
Tasha smiled. “It only gets better.” Max began to thrust, slow and easy, and Ashley moaned, arching her back when Tasha lowered her mouth over her friend’s nipple, sucking it hard. Tasha’s pussy was on fire, aching for attention, and she took Ashley’s hand and put it between her own thighs.
“Wet!” Ashley breathed, her fingers probing between Tasha’s lips. “Come here.”
Tasha didn’t need to be asked twice. Max sat back a little, pulling Ashley into the saddle of his hips so he could still fuck her that way and Tasha straddled Ashley’s mouth, facing Max, and lowering her pussy toward her waiting tongue. The sensation was incredible, the soft, rhythmic movement of Ashley’s tongue matching the rocking on the bed as Tasha watched her husband fucking the woman whose mouth covered her pussy. It was a surreal moment, and so hot she could barely stand it.
