The Sybian Club

Chapter Eight

“I feel so… exposed.” Ashley pulled at the hem of her short silk robe, which only came to mid-thigh.

Tasha smiled, turning from the mirror and brushing her friend’s hair back over her shoulder. “You look stunning.”

The blush that rose up in Ashley’s cheeks made Tasha’s knees weak. They had taken six inches off her long, gorgeous dark hair, so now it came just past her shoulders. Tasha had made her start wearing her contacts, too, instead of the clunky glasses-but that wasn’t the real change in Ashley. The real change showed in the way she walked, her hips swinging gently, instead of taking those hesitant, shuffling steps. The change showed in how much more she smiled, how bright her eyes were as they followed Tasha around the room.

“You’re the one who looks beautiful.” Ashley touched the curl along Tasha’s cheek, and then pressed her finger to the side of her mouth, rubbing.

“What?” Tasha glanced in the mirror. “Do I have something there?”

“Not yet.” Ashley leaned in and kissed her there and Tasha smiled, putting her arms around the woman.

“Are you ready?” Tasha met her eyes, searching. “Don’t be scared.”

“I can’t help it.” Ashley took a deep breath. “But you know I’d do anything for you.”

So true. Tasha realized it with a little twinge. “Just follow my lead and do what I tell you.”

“Don’t I always?”

Tasha didn’t answer as she pulled the bathroom door open, listening to the sound of laughter and talking coming from downstairs. It had only taken the contractors three months to finish the basement, just double the time of their claim of “six weeks,” but now they had several private Sybian rooms, along with the party room-a fully equipped, 25x12 den of pleasure that she and Ashley were about to enter and christen for the first time.

This was Ashley’s idea, Tasha reminded herself as they made their way down the stairs. Of course, she knew, if they hadn’t been lying in bed together (our bed-the bed I share with Max… she pushed that thought firmly away) while Tasha complained about all the extra work she had been taking on, Ashley never would have had the opportunity to offer her help. She agreed to assist you, not to be your What?

Tasha turned and pulled Ashley into a small room to their right. She pressed her into the door, closing them both in the darkness as they kissed. Ashley moaned into her mouth, her knee rising between Tasha’s legs in response, her hands seeking the expanse of skin between skirt and blouse.

“You don’t have to do this, Ash, not if you don’t want to…” Tasha felt her trembling.

“I want to.” Ashley’s finger traced up Tasha’s spine, pressing their bodies closer. Tasha felt the full swell of Ashley’s breasts, her breath coming faster. “It excites me…”

“It excites me, too.” Tasha kissed her again, hard, harder, her tongue pressing, forcing her mouth open to taste her more deeply. The thought of watching her ride the Sybian-of course, she’d seen her dozens of times, but never in front of a room full of…

“And then when it’s all over…” Ashley’s tongue flicked the silver hoop in Tasha’s ear. “Max is gone all weekend?”

“I told you.” Tasha felt a twinge of guilt, but the ache between her thighs overrode it. “Business trip.” He didn’t travel often-a few times a year-and the convenience of this trip had been a coincidental gift from the universe, leaving the two women home alone on the eve of their first real sex-machine-party.

“Then I’ll be all yours,” Ashley breathed, her knee pressing higher under Tasha’s skirt, parting her thighs.

Tasha grinned in the dark. “You already are.”

She pulled the door open, going out and expecting Ashley to follow. They passed two more closed doors before they came to the “party” room. The room capacity (taking fire laws into account) was set at twenty, and for the first time, they were completely maxed out. The difference between this party and every other Tasha’d ever held before was that this was the first co-ed venture she’d ever attempted. There were nine men and eleven women, all couples.

The mood of the room was already full of anticipation. The sex machines were each draped with black silk, and there were pillows all over the floor. She had invested in dozens of those “Liberator” wedges, which she and Max had tried out themselves. They certainly lived up to their advertising, lifting her pelvis and offering him much deeper penetration and delicious navigation toward her g-spot. She couldn’t help remembering their “test run” as she saw her neighbor, Chloe, lounging back on one of the wedged pillows with a drink in her hand, talking quietly to her husband.

I already wish I hadn’t invited them. Tasha gave Ray a brief smile when he waved, his eyes bright as he sat up next to his wife. She had been careful to keep the traffic to and from the house down as much as she could to hide what she was doing from the neighbors, but Ray had cornered Kim, the young mother who came to ride at least once a week. She was one of Tasha’s more timid and gullible customers, and Ray managed to get her to tell him all about The Sybian Club on the way out one Saturday afternoon.

Word of mouth was her best form of advertising, of course-it wasn’t as if there was a first (or second) rule of Sybian Club that they not talk about Sybian Club or anything! In fact, Tasha encouraged clients to tell others, but she just wished she could have kept it a little more quiet in the neighborhood. After that, Ray wouldn’t leave her alone, asking all sorts of questions about “The Club,” until he had finally weaseled his way into an invitation.

Tasha looked around at the other couples. Regina and Emily, the two leather-clad lesbians, had become regular customers. The others were various members of The Club with differing attendance rates. There was Holly, the young blonde who had taped a video for her boyfriend, Rick-he was here to experience her on the Sybian live for the first time. Kim, the young nursing mother, had brought along her husband, Paul. Kim’s best friend, Nicki, had brought her husband, Tom.

She felt Ashley’s hand squeeze hers and Tasha smiled, a genuine smile this time. Ashley knew about Ray, and the gentle pressure was just a reminder. I’m here, it’s gonna be okay. Tasha took a deep breath, looking around the room. There wasn’t much interaction between the couples-yet-but Tasha knew Ashley’s demonstration would help change that.

“Can I have your attention, everyone?” Tasha used a switch on the wall to turn down the soft music she had piped in from the upstairs stereo. It was subtle, hardly noticeable until it was gone. All eyes were on them then and Tasha could almost feel the heat of her girlfriend’s flush. “I know you’re all anxious to get started…”

“I definitely am now!” Ray gave a hoot, running a hand over his thinning hair as Ashley slipped the black silk robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The other couples tittered and chuckled, except for Regina, the tall, blonde lesbian. Her eyes flashed and fixed on him, narrowing slightly. They were all wearing short, silk robes, similar to Ashley’s, only red, and Regina’s eyes fell on the rising hemline of Ray’s as she sneered at him.

Tasha went on as if he hadn’t spoken. “Most of you have been in The Club for a while, but some of you are new, so we’d like to give you a demonstration of how to use the Sybian.” Ashley pulled the black silk covering off the machine on a low table in the middle of the room and swung her leg up over the side to straddle it as Tasha talked, telling them about safety and sanitation. She had already gone over most of it during their informational meeting a week before, but it was good to refresh.

“We have lots of machines for you to try out,” she explained, going around the circle and pulling off the black silk coverings, one by one. There were two other Sybians and four different fucking-machines. There were also various hand-held toys scattered around the room between all of the Liberator wedge pillows. There was also a huge basket of condoms and tubes of KY lubrication in the middle of the room. Behind her, Ashley sat naked on the Sybian, waiting.

“But the Sybian is still our most popular.” Tasha slapped the back of the machine as if it were the rump of a horse, and the sound made Ashley gasp and Regina chuckle. Tasha’s voice was soft as she spoke just to Ashley, squirting a large amount of KY down onto the shaft. “Up you go.”

Ashley used Tasha’s help to steady herself as she slipped the head of the shaft between her shaved lips. Tasha admired the smoothness of her girlfriend’s skin, remembering how she had shaved her bare just hours ago. Ray gave a low whistle as Ashley sank down, and he craned his neck around his wife’s shoulder to see better. Tasha gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, her eyes on Ashley’s saying, Never mind him, I’m the only one here, ride it for me, baby… And somehow Ashley heard the message, her body slowly relaxing onto the machine as Tasha picked up the controls.

“Those of you who have been riding the Sybian a while know that it takes time to build up to longer and longer sessions.” Tasha turned on the controls, seeing Ashley bite her lip, her eyes closing at the sensation. “So you might get overstimulated very quickly. Here’s how the controls work.” Tasha turned the vibration up slowly to the maximum, making Ashley’s face twist in pleasure. Her eyes flew open when Tasha began to describe the rotation controls, turning that up as well.

“How’s that feel?” Ray called out over his wife’s shoulder. Chloe flipped her long, dark hair over her shoulder and Tasha tried not to smile as the length of it hit him squarely in the face.

“Good,” Ashley whispered too low for him to hear, closing her eyes again and rocking her hips. Good girl, Tasha thought, watching her begin to ride it, both controls turned up all the way. She knew Ashley couldn’t hold out for long at that speed, and she was right. Ashley’s back arched, her eyelids fluttered, and Tasha had to restrain a nearly overwhelming urge to reach out and tweak her hard, dark nipples as her body began to tremble with her orgasm.

Ashley grasped the front of the machine, her nails digging into the leather cover, her hips rocking as she came. The room was utterly silent except for the hum of the machine and Ashley’s low, trembling moan. Her head fell forward, her hair still long enough to cover her flushed cheeks and quivering breasts. She gave a sweet sigh as Tasha turned the controls down, and the whole room seemed to sigh with her.

“Any questions?” Tasha met Ashley’s just opening eyes. They were still glassy and far away.

“Can I see that again?” Ray waved his hand, grinning, and Chloe made a hushing noise and pushed his hand back down.

“Now it’s your turn.” Tasha nodded at the machine to the left of the couple. “You can watch your wife take a ride.” She suppressed a smile as Chloe quickly clambered up onto the Sybian. All of the couples were finding a machine, now, and Tasha helped Ashley down, feeling the slight tremble in her limbs still. She turned her face into Ashley’s ear, whispering, “You were incredible,” and enjoyed the flush that spread over her cheeks.

“Now what?” Ashley’s dark eyes said exactly what she wanted to do now, and Tasha wanted it, too-but it would be hours before they could be alone together.

“Now we see if anyone needs our help.” Tasha turned her attention to the room again, picking up Ashley’s robe and sliding it back over her shoulders. Ashley cinched the tie at the waist, still looking flushed, as Tasha went to help Nicki and Tom with the “Red Devil,” named for its red metal base. Next to the Sybian, it was one of Tasha’s personal favorites.

“Have you done anal before?” Tasha knelt down beside Nicki, who was on her hands and knees, Tom behind her, trying to line up the two dildos attached to the machine. Nicki nodded, tucking her short, blonde hair behind her ears and biting her lip, gasping as Tom flipped the switch, pressing both of the shafts forward against Nicki’s flesh.

“Whoa there, big guy.” Tasha quickly turned it off again, winking at Tom. “Best way to do this one is to have her ease back on it first, before you flip the switch…” Tasha’s hands moved over the red silk of Nicki’s robe, grasping the woman’s slim hips and encouraging her to press backward. “Hand me that tube of KY, Tom.”

Tasha noticed, when he bent to grab a tube of gel, that his other hand was occupied-grasping the stiff length of his own cock under his robe. She squirted more lubrication onto the thinner dildo at the top of the machine and pushed Nicki’s robe up higher so she could squeeze the gel down the already slick crack of her ass.

“Cold!” Nicki gasped, pressing her cheek to the pillow beneath her. She was propped up nicely with the wedges, her knees open, her hips tilted at the perfect angle.

“Come on back, sweetie.” Tasha dropped the KY tube to the floor and found Nicki’s hips again with her hands, using her thumbs to spread the cheeks of the woman’s ass wider. Nicki groaned softly as the head of each shaft probed her flesh

The larger dildo on the bottom split the naturally blonde curly hairs of her pussy lips, sliding easily through the wet passage. The dildo pressing against her asshole, though, met with more resistance and Nicki closed her eyes, her face twisting as she trembling further and further back.

“That’s it,” Tasha urged, her eyes meeting Tom’s over his wife’s exposed behind. He licked his lips and swore softly when he looked down at where the two cocks impaled both of Nicki’s holes. She was halfway down each of them, now, and the sight of her was clearly exciting to her husband, whose cock was leaking a long, shining strand of pre-cum from the tip.

“Now, you can turn it on, Tom.” Tasha nodded at the machine. “Sloooowww…”

He abandoned his hold on his cock to turn the dial on both of the controls up just one notch. The machine hummed to life, slowly pistoning the dildos in and out of Nicki’s pussy and ass. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as the machine continued its motion. Tom turned it up another notch, his eyes bright as he watched his wife get fucked.

“You like that, baby?” His hand moved over her behind, spreading the crack with his thumb and finger as the thinner dildo worked its way deeper into her asshole.

“Yes!” She gasped and moaned, tugging at her robe as he turned it up again, yanking at the material, trying to get it off. Tasha helped her slip it off her arms and shoulders, leaving her naked and exposed, her breasts swaying beneath her as Nicki began to fuck back toward the machine.

“Hand me that toy.” Tasha pointed toward a finger-vibe resting next to the machine. Tom handed it over and Tasha turned it on with a smile. “Which hand do you masturbate with, Nicki?” The woman’s eyes barely opened, and she held out her right hand, making low noises in her throat as the machine continued to fuck her. Tasha slipped the finger-vibe over her right index finger and guided Nicki’s hand between her legs.

“Ohhhhhh my God!” Nicki bucked as she started to rub her clit with the vibrator. Tom groaned as he watched her, stroking his cock faster under his robe. His wife was completely lost in the sensation, moaning and rocking back against the machine. She complied, though, when he knelt in front of her, lifting her head so he could ease his cock between her lips.

“Oh fuck, baby!” He groaned when she began to suck him greedily, the motion of the machine rocking her mouth onto his cock. “That’s so good!”

Tasha smiled, standing to survey the scene in the room. The sounds of sex were everywhere. Kim, the young mother who had spilled all of the detail of the Sybian Club to the neighbors, was riding a Sybian while her husband stood beside her, stroking his cock against her tongue.

She was a skilled rider-had built up to a long, twenty-minute sessions in the time she’d been coming to The Club-and her large, full breasts swayed as she rocked on top of the machine, thick, white drops of breast milk flooding down her belly. Her husband, Paul, was feeding his cock down her throat, every now and then dipping down to rub the head against her fat, wet breasts and then putting it back into her mouth again. Tasha noticed Tom watching them, too, his eyes following the milky rivers down her flesh as he pumped his cock deeper into his wife’s mouth. She smiled and wondered how long it would take for them all to decide to start switching partners.

That’s when she noticed that some partner-swapping had already occurred across the way. It was no surprise that tall, lithe Regina had restrained redheaded Emily to their one and only bondage fucking machine-the aptly named “Bitch Tamer.” Emily was down on her knees, her neck in a doggy style stockade, her wrists restrained to the metal bars of the machine on the floor. The dildo pounded her from behind as Regina stood back and watched.

“Suck that monster cock, you little bitch!” Regina snapped, her hand coming down on Emily’s behind, leaving a red handprint. Emily gasped and went to work between the man’s legs. Tasha recognized him as young Holly’s husband, the one she had made the videotape for. Now lucky Rick was getting his cock sucked by a bound lesbian while watching his young wife ride the Sybian beside her. Tasha noticed Rick’s eyes were on his wife, her long, almost-white blonde hair covering her face and breasts and she rocked and rolled her hips on top of the Sybian.

“I’ll make you suck every cock in this room if I see you looking at another pretty shaved cunt again!” Regina’s hand came down on Emily’s red behind again, making her gag on Rick’s shaft.

“Yes Mistress!” Emily managed to choke out. He groaned, the tattoos on his forearms flexing as he thrust deeper up into her throat.

So that’s it-cock sucking as punishment. Who would have thought? Tasha watched as Regina’s fingers probed into her own blonde fuzz, her fingers pressing deep as she watched the scene before her. Emily must have been watching Holly and Rick, Tasha surmised. And most likely, the redheaded lesbian’s focus had been on Holly’s completely shaved little pussy. Not that I blame her. Tasha watched Holly rub her smooth, swollen lips back and forth, the Sybian’s instrument splitting their slickness as she rocked. But clearly Regina had thought the admiration deserved some sort of punishment. Never would have thought to make her suck cock though, Tasha mused, watching as Rick groaned and leaned back, giving into the blowjob completely. Leave it to Regina…

“Tasha!” The hiss of Ashley’s voice pulled her away from the scene and she looked to where her neighbors were trying out the “Robocock”-one of their more basic fucking machines. Chloe was on her hands and knees, her long, dark hair, so black it was almost blue, hung in her face as the machine worked smoothly in and out of her pussy. Ray was standing behind, cock in hand, but he seemed more interested in Ashley than watching his wife get fucked.

“Ray here had a question about the machines.” Ashley backed away from him and edged around Tasha as she came near.

“Yes?” Tasha was careful to be polite but a little distant.

“I was just wondering if you had one that could…” Ray glanced over at Ashley, his eyes glinting behind the round frames of his glasses. “Do two cunts at once?”

“Ohhhh God!” Chloe arched her back, her dark hair swinging up over her shoulder, her face screwing up as she came. She was quite a pretty woman, Tasha noticed, her body like a dancer, long and lean and small breasted.

“I don’t have one,” Tasha replied as Chloe pulled away from the machine, the pumping dildo still wet from her orgasm. She collapsed, gasping, onto the floor, her eyes glazed, her chest heaving. “But I’m sure they make one.”

“Oh my God!” Chloe sat up on her elbows, still panting. “I want one of these!”

“Well, maybe Tasha will let us come over and test the equipment.” Ray cleared his throat and grinned, nudging Tasha with his elbow. “Us being neighbors and all.”

“You can join The Club.” Tasha raised her eyebrows at him, glancing at Ashley and rolling her eyes. “Just like everyone else.”

Chloe climbed back onto the Sybian next to them, the one she had vacated to try the Robocock. She had taken off the g-spot attachment, and just had the clitoral stimulator attached. They watched her turn up the controls, moaning as she rocked on top of the machine, her thighs flexing with her movements.

“I wonder what Mrs. Ryan across the street would think about this whole operation you’ve got going?” Ray took off his glasses and used the tail end of the tie to rub them, giving Tasha a long look. Mrs. Ryan ran a bible camp at her home in the summer where she indoctrinated children for what she called “The Army for God.”

Tasha opened her mouth to respond, but Paul’s voice calling her name distracted her. “Can you help us with this one, Tasha?” He and Kim were at the “Red Devil” now, while Nicki and Tom had moved on to the Sybian in the middle of the room.

“Excuse me.” Tasha refused to meet Ray’s eyes again, but she felt them on her as she moved to the other side of the room.

“She’s never tried anal before.” Paul glanced up at Tasha as she approached the couple-Kim on her hands and knees, the double dildos aimed and poised.

Tasha knelt beside Kim, frowning. “Are you sure you want to do it this way for your first time?” She studied the angle of the machine, the tenseness of the woman’s muscles. “Sometimes real flesh can be a little more forgiving than a dildo…”

“No, I want to.” Kim turned her face to look at Tasha, her eyes half closed. “Nicki made this one look soooo good…”

“Okay…” The couple had changed the dildos (Tasha had them color coded for each subsequent use) per her sterilization requirements. Tasha grabbed a bottle of KY and squirted it down the crack of Kim’s bottom. It slid over the smaller dildo pressed against her asshole and dripped down to the one sliding into her pussy. “Paul, rub that in.” Tasha was careful not to touch her, but Paul’s fingers worked the lubrication around his wife’s perineum, making her moan. She gasped when his fingers probed around the slim dildo pressing into her ass.

“You have to go slow and easy…” Tasha instructed, her hands on Kim’s hips. “Take it at your own pace.”

Kim’s flushed face rested on her crossed arms as she wiggled back, arching. The larger dildo slid easily between the trimmed, brown hair of her pussy, but the smaller one didn’t seem to want to pass the virgin hole of her ass. Tasha saw how tense her body was-the tremble and quiver in her thighs and belly. Her face was twisted, as if she were in great pain.

“Relax,” Tasha murmured, stroking the woman’s hair, touching her cheek. “Open your mouth…”

“My mouth?” Kim blinked at her, frowning.

“All our orifices are connected.” Tasha smiled, licking her own lips. “Open your mouth and make a low noise… so low you can feel it in your belly.”

Kim closed her eyes, flushing, clearly embarrassed, but she did what she was told. Her mouth opened in a little “o” and she made a soft sound, a little moan.

“No, honey.” Tasha shook her head, pressing her hand against the woman’s lower belly, resting right above her c-section scar. “I want the sound to come from here… wayyyy down here. Come on…”

Kim moaned again, lower this time, her body trembling still as she pressed back-but the quiver was less, and Tasha smiled as she saw the dildo slip half an inch into her little asshole. Paul saw it, too, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Do it again,” Tasha murmured, stroking the smooth roundness of Kim’s behind. “Lower… louder…”

“Ohhhhhh goddddd!” Kim groaned, low and long, easing back towards the machine. The KY pooled around the dildo’s shaft as it slipped past the taut ring of Kim’s asshole. She panted and gasped, her eyes fluttering open just for a moment, her face scrunched somewhere between pleasure and pain.

“Easy, easy.” Tasha’s hand pressed the woman’s lower back, watching her muscles tense and release, quivering with sensation. “Relax, Kimmie, it’s okay…”

Paul’s eyes widened as Tasha leaned over to turn on the machine. He looked concerned, but Kim nodded when Tasha asked if she was okay, giving her the go-ahead. A low hum began as the pistons pumped each dildo in a slow, shallow rhythm.

“Oh. My. God.” Kim’s fingers had already found her clit, rubbing faster as the machine picked up speed. Tasha followed her, turning the dials higher as Kim stroked her clit, both of them moving in sync, riding upwards in a furious rhythm. “Yes, ohhh yes! Faster! Harder!”

Glancing down at the controls, Tasha saw she could only bump it up one last notch, and so she did, hearing Kim squeal in response. The woman reached back blindly for her husband. Paul watched, wide-eyed, his erection tenting his robe, and was slow to respond to her plea. “Fuck! Paul! Come here!”

He moved in, kneeling beside her, glancing over the glistening small of her back at Tasha on Kim’s other side. He’d clearly never seen his wife in such a state, and the look on his face was caught between shock and excitement.

“Ohhhh God, that feels so good in my ass!” Kim moaned, reaching over to grasp her husband’s cock. His eyes widened in surprise and he gasped as she tugged on it, twisting with her hand. “Come on, baby, I want that cock in my mouth!”

He groaned, unable to resist her insistent pull. Tasha watched as Kim devoured his cock, moaning around the shaft as she took all of him in. He wasn’t as big as Max, or even Holly’s Rick, but he wasn’t small either, and still she managed to take him all the way down to the base.

“God damn!” His hand grasped her hair, pulled back into a ponytail, like a handle, working himself into her mouth.

“Paul,” she gasped, her eyes meeting his as she looked up at him. “Lick me… God, please! Lick my pussy!”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Tasha watched him maneuver himself underneath her, pulling the pillow wedge out and replacing it with his own body. The machine was at a good angle, and she didn’t have to move at all for him to reach her pussy with his tongue. Kim continued to work his cock with both her hand and her mouth, and Tasha noticed that the pillow, which had rested underneath her, was soaked with breast milk. It was now running in white streams down Paul’s belly and sides.

“Oh fuck!” Kim pumped his cock against her cheek, gasping and writhing on top of him as the machine continued to fuck her. Tasha sat back on her heels, her breath coming in short gasps, feeling her own pussy spasming involuntarily in response as she watched. “I’m gonna come, baby! In my ass! In my ass!”

There was no stopping it, and Paul groaned and shuddered beneath her, filling her pumping hand with a stream of white hot cum. Tasha saw it flood against Kim’s cheek and mouth, her eyes closed as she lost herself in her own orgasm, quivering and bucking on top of him.

It was hard for Tasha to tear herself away, but the sharp sound of Regina’s voice across the room drew her attention. “Listen, pal, I think you need to learn that when a woman says no, she actually means no!”

“Come on, I was just playing around.” Ray put his hands up in a warding off gesture as Regina took a step toward him. Ashley stood behind her, holding her robe tightly around her, and Tasha could see, even from this far away, that she was trembling.

“Trying to stick your dick into someone without permission-that’s called rape. Didn’t they teach you that in asshole school?” Regina was trembling, too, Tasha saw-but it wasn’t fear that flashed in the blonde’s eyes, it was anger.

Uh oh. She was going to have to head this off, and quick.

“Is everything okay?” Tasha slipped her slender frame between Regina and her neighbor, grasping Regina’s clenched fist and squeezing gently.

“I think Raymond and his wife were just leaving.” Regina’s jaw worked as she spat the words in his direction. Tasha was surprised to see Chloe still riding the Sybian.

“Yeah, okay, we’re leaving.” Ray’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Tasha. “I don’t want to be part of this little perverted party, anyway.” He stalked over to where his wife was rocking back and forth on top of the Sybian and grabbed her arm, hauling her upward

“Hey!” Chloe’s eyes flew open in surprise. “Ray! Wha-?!”

“Shut up.” He steered her toward the door by her elbow. “Get your damned clothes on.”

Tasha looked between Regina and Ashley when the door closed behind them, blinking fast. “Well… that was interesting.”

“He tried to-” Ashley started, but Tasha held up her hand.

“I know.” Tasha shook her head and sighed. “He’s an ass. I shouldn’t have invited him.”

She turned toward the door with another sigh, heading after them in hopes of repairing the damage, all the while knowing it was impossible. She had a sudden, sinking feeling there were going to be consequences to this night-perhaps bigger ones than she could even imagine.