“What in the hell is going on?” Max asked, his face puzzled.
Tasha blinked back at him, wondering the exact same thing.
What in the hell was going on?
Chapter Eleven
“Now… let me get this straight.” The officer scratched his head with the end of his pen, looking down at the small pad cupped in his big palm. Tasha wondered if she was as red as he was. Dean was Max’s cousin – well, second cousin, really – and they only saw him occasionally at family reunions. To say that this was embarrassing would have been like saying tsunamis were a little wet, but they had all decided the alternative – just calling the police to report it – wasn’t a good option either. “This Sybian is a… sex toy?”
“A very big, very expensive sex toy,” Max agreed, unable to help his grin. “Ashley, maybe you could show him… on that?” He nodded toward the computer. “He’s going to have to see the email anyway, right, Dean?”
Ashley slid into the computer chair, clicking the mouse and pulling up their newly designed web site. There was a picture of the Sybian on the front page. Dean peered over her shoulder, his eyes widening as she clicked to another section of the page, showing the Sybian in use. It was actually Regina and Emily – they had agreed to do a photo shoot for them, as long as no faces were revealed, and Emily’s sweet red-haired pussy was clearly visible as she rode the machine.
“It… vibrates?” Dean’s voice dropped lower.
“Oh God yeah…” Ashley smiled, glancing over her shoulder at Tasha.
“Show him the video,” Max said, gesturing to Ashley, who just stared at him, wide-eyed. Tasha groaned.
Dean cleared his throat, standing back up. “This is the… uh… video in question? The one you said was sent to you by the alleged perpetrator?”
“Oh God.” Tasha covered her face with her hands. “Do we have to?”
They still hadn’t watched it all the way through. Ashley had shown Tasha and Max the email and the accompanying video when they’d arrived. The email had been sent via the website, to owner@sybianclub. com and Tasha’s intuition was singing by the time Ashley finished reading it.
Dear Sybian Club Owners,
The following video is more than enough to prove to authorities you are running a sex business out of your home – and trust me when I tell you, I have plenty more evidence. If you don’t wish this to go any further, I suggest you follow my instructions. You have only one opportunity to recover all of the evidence I have against you. I will accept $10,000 in cash and nothing less. I will contact you with a meeting time and place.
– A Concerned Citizen
“A concerned citizen my ass,” Tasha had snorted and tossed the email back at Ashley.
Max could barely speak. His mouth kept moving but nothing was coming out. Finally, he exploded: “Who the hell put a camera in my house?!”
Ashley sighed, her eyes meeting Tasha’s. “Obviously we were wrong about who…”
“Yeah.” Tasha nodded. “But… I actually have an idea who it is… I just don’t understand when or how he could have…”
Max frowned at her. “What do you mean, you have an idea?”
Ashley and Tasha exchanged knowing glances, and they both said, “Ray.”
“Ray?” Max looked between them, shaking his head. “Who the hell is Ray?”
“Ray Patterson – our neighbor?” Tasha sat on the sofa and put her head in her hands. “He invited himself to our party the other night. He backed me into a corner and I couldn’t say no. Then we had a little incident and I had to kick him out.” She looked up at her husband, blinking back tears. “But Max he had no time to put in a camera! I have no idea…”
“Oh my God.” Max interrupted her, smacking his head with his palm and sinking beside her on the couch. “This is all my fault.”
Tasha stared at her husband as he started to explain and everything fell into place. “I talked to him about the renovations we were planning… he told me his brother was a great contractor, that we could get the work done cheap…”
“Oh…no…” Ashley shook her head, taking a seat in the chair in front of the computer and turning it to face them. “What do you want to bed that’s not the only camera he had his brother put in?”
Max’s jaw worked as he looked between the two women. “I’m sure it isn’t. And now I’m wondering what he’s been doing with the videos.”
Tasha really did start to cry then, putting her head on her husband’s shoulder. He held her, blinking across her bent head at Ashley. “I’m going to kill him.”
“No!” Tasha wiped at her eyes, mascara running down her pale cheeks. “That doesn’t solve anything. We have to… call someone… do something…”
It took them an hour to make a plan and decide what to do. Max put in a call to Dean, who agreed to come over in an officially unofficial capacity and hear them out. None of them knew if what they were doing was actually illegal. In the excitement of starting her little Sybian Club, it had never occurred to her that her neighbors would object. What went on inside her own house was her business, wasn’t it? They weren’t hurting anyone…
She couldn’t believe her own neighbor would do something like this. His self-invitation to the party and his subsequent coming-on to both her and Ashley made it obvious he was no prude. This wasn’t like Mrs. Ryan across the street finding out and going all evangelical on them. Then she realized – this was because she had turned down his offer for a little afternoon delight. This wasn’t about preserving some sort of integrity of the neighborhood. This was about jealousy – and revenge.
“Oh. My. God.” Dean blinked at the computer screen and the familiar sound of Ashley’s pleasure pulled Tasha from her reverie to see the young cop staring at the screen, his mouth agape. The video started with the two of them licking each other and then moved on to them riding the Sybian together. Tasha must have been lost in thought for the first part, because now it had moved on to their double ride.
“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.”
