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into the house.
    Rémi grinned, leaning over for a shot. “Not yet.” She nodded at the beer bottle dripping condensation on the edge of the table. “I’m working on that right now.” As she straightened up, Dez noticed the tight black T-shirt that stretched across her breasts and abs. It read, SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY .
    “Are you back in town for good, Dez?” A woman in ghost white slipped out of the darkness. The newcomer’s dress was short and draped over high, lush breasts in two separate strips of nearly sheer cloth, leaving a wide canyon of brown sugar flesh visible down to her pierced belly button. At the hips the dress hugged tight, cleaving to a thick round ass and muscled thighs. With all that she didn’t have to bother with “fuck me” red stilettos or black stockings that snared around her legs like silk invitations, but she did. Dez acknowledged her appearance with the requisite leer. Unlike most of the people she had already seen at the party, this woman seemed perfectly lucid. And watchful. Should Dez even know who she was?
    “I’ll be here for a while,” she said, answering her question.
    “Good.” Whether or not Dez knew this woman from before, she seemed down for a good time. Isn’t that why they were all here?
    Dez looked at Rémi across the pool table. The eyes under the black cowboy hat sparkled with anticipation. The woman in white positioned herself in the light, watching them both with a slight smile. Her body swayed slowly from side to side. Rémi went back to her game with the smirking stud who looked about ready to lose. They continued the round in silence until Rémi sunk the eight ball. The two shook hands and the woman backed up to prop herself against a nearby wall and watch the action.
    Rémi looked at Dez. “You next?”
    The woman stirred in the light. “I want to be next.” She slid over to the pool table, taking her time so that everyone could see the way the white silk draped over her body. “I want to play both of you.” Her fingers landed on Dez’s forearm. “You game?”
    Several throats cleared in the room. They all knew what she meant. The Good Time Twins looked at each other again.
    “Why not?”
    Now, when it came to their tandem sports, Dez and Rémi had rules, especially when they were playing with someone they didn’t know. Rubber gloves, lube, and lots and lots of condoms. Sage kept a healthy supply in all her guest bathrooms. Dez swallowed the woman whole with her eyes then gestured toward the stairs. “After you.” She just wanted to see that ass wiggle up the stairs before she got good and deep in it.
    Behind them Rémi didn’t bother to hide her laughter. “All the way upstairs, honey. Second door on the left.”
    Once in the room, the woman—Ashley, Ananda, or something—stripped off her clothes and lay back on the bed. She spread her legs and, watching Dez and Rémi with eyes that glowed, bared her already wet pussy to their gaze. When she was absolutely sure that she had their undivided attention, Ananda took a vial of coke and shook some of the white powder over her bared clit before rubbing it into the swollen pink flesh. She hissed and arched her neck in reaction. Her steady fingers worked it deeper into her pussy, then she spread two thin lines on her belly, two arrows of white leading to her cunt.
    “I like to fuck on coke. You’re okay with that, right?”
    Okay wasn’t quite the word, but Dez would go with that for now. She kicked off her shoes and knelt on the bed near Ananda’s belly. The smell of her pussy was natural and fresh, much better than the cloying perfume she wore. Dez resisted the urge to dive into it with her tongue and hands. That was for another fuck. Another time. Ananda’s skin was butter-soft in the light from the chandelier swaying slightly above them. Shards of light from its crystals danced around the room. The coke hit the back of her throat like ice and fire, numbing and cool at the same time, and she