Selena Kitt - The Sybian Club

“Feel good, baby?” Ashley, riding behind and cupping Tasha’s breasts in her hands.

“Ohhhh fucccckk!” Tasha flushed at the sound of her own pleasure, seeing herself rocking on the machine. “Baby, I’m gonna…”

“Yeah!” Ashley, urging her on. No question about whether the video also picked up audio. It was all quite clear. “Come on. Do it.”

“Oh God, I-” Tasha wanted to cover her flushed cheeks, but she instead of watching the screen, where she knew exactly what happened, she watched the two men staring at the video, their eyes dark, their faces full of… yep, that was lust. No doubt about it.

“That’s right! All for me! Come on, give it to me!” Ashley’s words on-screen made Tasha’s pussy clench and she met her girlfriend’s eyes as the image of the two of them rocking toward climax continued to roll along.

“Yesssss!” Tasha knew the sound of her own imminent climax – so did her pussy. Her body had an involuntary response, a slow, sticky wetness starting to seep into her panties.

“Now, baby!” Ashley’s voice was tight and full of her own coming release. Tasha glanced at Dean, who had given up all semblance of trying to look professional. When she glanced down at his jeans – he’d come to the house out of uniform – she saw a tell-tale bulge there.

“Yes! Now! Now!” Tasha’s own voice came out of the computer speakers, a little tinny but clear enough. She was going to come, and come hard.

“NOW!” And so was Ashley.

Their simultaneous orgasm made Dean groan out loud and Tasha saw Ashley glance at him, her eyes bright, the embarrassment on her face being taken over by something… something else. Clearly, she enjoyed that the man was enjoying it. When Tasha looked over at Max, she saw a very similar reaction on his face… and in his jeans. She couldn’t help smiling.

Ashley clicked “stop” on the video, glancing over at Dean. “I tried to find where the email was coming from, using the full header and the IP address that the site logged, but I think he hiding his IP somehow.”

Dean looked appreciatively at her. “I’ll have my guys look at it.” He cleared his throat, straightening up – he’d been leaning over Ashley’s shoulder to get a better look at the video, although Tasha doubted he had even realized – and said, “Well, I’ll have to have a copy of both the email… and the uh… the video.”

Ashley handed him a slip of paper and the DVD she had burned. “So tell me, officer… officer…?”

“Call me Dean. Remember, I’m here as Max’s… friend? Cousin? Anyway… I’m here in a personal capacity, not a professional one.” He gave her a wink.

“Dean, then…” Ashley smiled at him, and Tasha saw something in that smile that made her eyes widen. “Is our little club actually illegal? It seems so harmless.”

“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 Dallas, if I remember right, they tried to shut down. They were swingers and this guy’s whole house was set up with different rooms. He had naked Twister, a Disco ball, a huge hot tub for like fifteen people. There was even a place in the basement called ‘the pit,’ where they put in six king-sized beds all pushed together in front of a fireplace.”

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.