Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 150

Coming from anyone else, that might have been acceptable, but Erin...

Ashlee wheeled on my assistant, her mouth opening and closing several times like a fish, "I'm relaxed! I just don't think-"

"We're all having fun here, hun. You're not gonna be a buzzkill, are you?"

"We're..." Ashlee started saying, her dark eyes glancing from Erin to Shea to me, then Natashya. I was poised to slide the stripper off my lap if Ashlee showed even a hint of going nuclear, growing more convinced with each passing hour that we weren't right for each other. Still... I needed answers from her.

"I can be fun," she finally said, her eyes settling on Natashya and me. Although her tone was a little petulant, the conviction on her face looked sincere; she really wanted everyone here to believe she wouldn't be a drag on the party.

"Come on then," Natashya said, patting the seat next to us.

"Ashlee," Emily said, touching the other woman's shoulder. "You don't-"

"No," Ashlee said, brushing Emily's hand off her shoulder as she stepped toward us. She sat on the couch and sipped her drink before setting it down. Then she settled into the cushions and looked up at Natashya, her jaw set in determination, and I wondered exactly how much experience Ashlee had at this sort of thing.

"Good girl," Natashya said with a crooked smile as she began to undulate to the rhythm of the music playing all around us.

Emily stood on the step with her eyes fixed on us as Natashya began displaying her skills as a dancer. The music playing had changed to something closer to a classic rock song, and she decided to match the tone. The dancer reached down, grabbed my hands, and smashed them against her breasts as she arched her back. Some of her hair slipped free as she whipped her head back and forth, and somehow, she managed to slip her feet under her, thrust her hips forward, and roll the rest of her body away from me until she was on her knees, still straddling me in her lap. Her skirt bunched around the top of her thighs, and anyone on our dais could glimpse Natashya's glistening pussy peeking out from underneath it.

She raised her arms over her head and swayed back and forth to the music before dropping one hand to slap her ass. Smiling down at Ashlee, she gave the more reserved woman a wink and then kicked a leg out from under her, using the movement to stand up in front of me. Natashya turned and dropped back down in my lap so she could face me once again, straddling me on her knees. Displaying an unbelievable amount of flexibility, she bent backward until her hair was nearly touching the floor.

Not wanting her to fall, I placed my hands on her waist to anchor her and glanced back up at Emily. She was still standing on the stare, lips slightly parted as she watched in fascination, her pale eyes dancing back and forth between me and the woman in my lap. I couldn't tell whether she was uncomfortable seeing her brother this way or if she found the entire scene as strangely erotic as I did. Maybe both?

As Natashya launched herself up and brought her half-covered breasts near my face, I turned to look at Ashlee. I was surprised to see that she didn't look as angry as I expected her to be. Her expression mirrored Emily's in many ways, but there was something darker there... something jealous.

"Are you going to kiss him, or should I?" Natashya said.

Ashlee glanced up at the dancer, then back at me; I kept looking from her lovely green eyes to her pert nose to those sweet lips. She didn't have the best personality in the world, but goddamn... she had no right to be that beautiful.

Without responding, Ashlee leaned forward as she slipped a hand behind my head and pressed her lips to mine. Hers were wet and slightly sticky thanks to the sugary drinks she had consumed, but that made then taste all the sweeter as we began tentatively making out. I felt the tip of her pink tongue flick against my bottom lip and answered with my own. Within moments, I was engaged in an intense lip lock with Helen and Roger VanCamp's daughter.

Cheers and 'whoos' erupted around us as Erin, Shea, and Natashya cheered us on. I could feel Natashya's groin grind against mine, and my hips had a mind of their own as they began to thrust back Into her as she continued to dance in my lap.

Ashlee's kiss had been unsure at first, but as the moments ticked by, she became more certain... more intense. Her hands came up to cup my face, and I felt one of her breasts press into my arm as

she turned up the heat of the kiss.

"That's It, girl," Natashya said. "I knew you had it in you." She began

stroking the back of Ashlee's head, and the younger woman broke our kiss to look up at her with wary eyes. I saw Natashya's confident smile as she brought her lips down to Ashlee's, but at the last possible moment, she held a hand up to Natashya's chest, keeping their lips from touching.

She looked back at me, clearly on edge, and asked, "Is this what you want?"

Natashya took Ashlee's hand on her chest and gently pried it away, moving it down between her legs to press it against the steel-hard cock taking up way too much room in my jeans.

"What do you think?" Natashya said.

Ashlee glanced between us, leaned forward, and whispered, "I've never done anything like this."

That confirmed it. Ashlee might not be innocent, but besides Emily, she might have the least experience out of the group. Maybe Chloe, but I suspected my bodyguard was a freak.

I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"Nol" Ashlee said a little louder. She glanced back up at Natashya and back to me. The dancer had backed off a little, seeing as Ashlee really did seem uncomfortable with it. "You want to, and want to try it. I'm not... I just..." Her eyes darted around from person to person.

Again, I provided her with a way out. "You don't-"

"Just not with her," she hurriedly said.

"What?"

"I'll do it," Ashlee said, "But only with her."

My heart skipped a beat as she pointed in the general direction of the stairs. She wanted to have a threesome with me and Emily?

However, once I paid more attention to where she was pointing, I realized it wasn't my sister. It was Shea. The tiny Polynesian woman looked almost as surprised as I felt. As far as I knew, Ashlee had never spoken to her outside of whatever words they'd exchanged when she got her massage on the plane.

"Oh"