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 Texas said it was like having a Super Bowl party. A bunch of people come over, he provides the booze and food, and he asks them for some cash to defray costs.”
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: concernedcitizen@hotmail. com. 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. Midnight. 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.