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that Reese helping Ryan get into drag might have better results so I was

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a little curious. But it was still probably going to be a disaster. I sure as

hell wasn’t expecting what came out of his room.

“Holy shit. You’re smokin’.” He was fucking gorgeous. In a hot

slut kind of way. Reese had obviously done the hair and makeup. His

face was just made for it. Even the body, which totally surprised me,

was sexy. He had just enough ass, standing there in a skimpy dress with

a short skirt and stripper heels. “And you’ve totally got a streetwalker

thing going on, by the way.”

“It’s Vegas,” was his explanation. “I was going to go classier, but

I figured I should go all-out.”

“It works.” It did. “I’d totally hit on you.”

“Thanks.” His sensuous lips curled into a smile.

“Want to make out?” I was only half kidding. He was that pretty.

“Okay.”

He attempted sexy when he walked toward me, but he couldn’t

pull it off. We were moments away from a disgusting, sloppy, fake kiss

when Reese had the good sense to stop us.

“You really want to kiss him with that bulge between his legs?”

She snagged the scotch out of my hand and took a sip.

I glanced down and there it was. Gross. “Ewww, you gotta tuck

your junk.”

“I did.” He stepped back all indignant.

Reese and I pointedly looked at the very noticeable tent in his

dress.

“I tucked my junk, okay?” To our horror, he reached under his

skirt and pulled out one of Reese’s Walthers. He was right though, no

visible dick after that.

“Ryan,” Reese screamed. “Now I’ll never be able to use that

again.”

“Calm down. It wasn’t touching anything.” He tried to hand it

back to her. She backed away fearful of the possible STDs.

“Bro,” was all I could think of to say.

“Where else was I supposed to put it?” Ryan asked. Neither of us

had an answer. The dress was skintight.

“Just don’t carry it,” I finally told him.

“Fine.” Ryan tried to give the gun to Reese again, but she still

wouldn’t touch it.

“Can we just go?” Reese seemed pretty unhappy.

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This time, Reese parked in front of the scary cinderblock building

instead of miles away. We learned quick.

“For real?” Ryan stared at it with his mouth open. “It’s shady.”

“Just go to the door and hit the buzzer and he’ll let you in.” I acted

like it was no big deal. Just casually selling a piece of metal that could

have paid for my entire education. Like ten times.

“You guys aren’t going to leave me here, right? Because that

would be really mean.” He actually seemed to think it was a possibility.

“We’ll be right here.” Reese patted his knee awkwardly.

“All right.” Ryan took his purse that was way heavier than it

should have been and got out of the car. “If you abandon me, I’ll never

forgive you.”

“We won’t leave you. Promise,” Reese said.

The second he slammed the door shut, I asked, “Should we take

off?”

“It would be amusing.” Reese considered for a second. “Probably

not a great idea though.”

“Oh, well.” I leaned forward into the front seat. “Want to make

out?”

“Not so much.” Reese waved to Ryan. He was watching us from

the vestibule inside the first door. He smiled back at her.

“Why did I have to be in drag again?” The bandage on my chest

was itchy.

“Because all of us decided that if either of you left the room, you

had to be disguised.” Stupid idea. “Move over.” Reese pushed me to the

side and climbed into the backseat with me. At least our rental car had

a bigger backseat than the Mercedes.

“How long do you think he’ll take?” We turned toward each other.

Reese put her legs around my waist. The movement pulled her shorts

tight against her thighs.

“Not sure. You think he can see us?” I glanced behind me. With

the tinted windows, I was pretty sure he couldn’t.

“Probably not. As long as we don’t make out, we’ll be fine.” In

the dim light I couldn’t really see her eyes, but I could see that smile.

Mischievous.

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I tucked my hand under the bottom edge of her shorts. Reese

scooted closer. I moved my hand higher and scratched my nails down

her thigh.

“That’s making me wet.” Reese groaned softly.

“That was kind of my intention.”

“You’re crazy.” Reese curled her fingers around my forearm and

pushed my hand farther up her shorts. The backs of my fingers brushed

her soaked underwear.

“I’m not the crazy one.” I edged the last barrier aside with my

thumb so I could press the tips of my fingers into her pussy. Reese

rocked forward until my first knuckle was buried. I pulled out.

“Damn it.” Her breathing had picked up. “We don’t have time for

that. Just fuck me.”

“I never said I was going to fuck you.” I tapped her clit lightly,

repeatedly. The muscles in her thighs tightened, inching us closer

together.

“Either you do it or I will.” Was that supposed to be a threat?

“Works for me.” I stopped touching her.

“Come on.” She gripped my arm again and tried to force my hand

back to where it had been. “Please.”

She did say please. “All right.” I pushed back into her fast and

hard. The grip on my arm tightened. I kept up the rhythm and added

pressure to her clit with my thumb.

“Babe,” Reese groaned. She braced her hands on the seat behind

her so she could raise her hips. I picked up speed. It wasn’t easy the

way we were sitting, but I couldn’t stop. Every time I pushed into her,

she whimpered until she was constantly moaning, begging. It was

addicting.

“Reese.” Her head snapped up. “Do it. Come,” I told her.

She was already going to. I could feel it in the tightening of her

cunt. With my permission, she did. Moisture flooded my hand one last

time. As I evoked that last spasm from her, she collapsed back on the

seat.

“Fuck,” Reese breathed. “You are so damn good at that.” Couldn’t

hear that enough.

“It’s you.” I carefully pulled out of her. “You make me good.”

“Kiss me.”

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I leaned down to steal a kiss. She sucked my lip into her mouth,

made me feel inside of her again, then let me go.

When Ryan returned to the car, we were sitting in the front seat

acting nonchalant with the windows down. It had seriously smelled like

sex, but I was pretty sure the scent was dissipating.

“That wasn’t so bad.” Ryan got in the backseat. “You guys were

right.”

“Told you so.” I had told him.

“You ready for some strenuous labor?” Reese started up the car.

“Shit, guys.” We both turned back to look at him. “I’m wearing a

dress.”

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Pull off here.” I pointed to the side of the freeway.

“You’re not even looking at the GPS.” Reese pulled over

anyway.

“Yes, I am.” I was. “And it doesn’t matter anyway. I recognize it.”

There was a weird light pole.

“You can’t remember it. You only drove here once.” Reese

checked the GPS. The girl never believed a word I said.

“I have no idea where we are,” Ryan announced. I glanced back

and saw him holding out the neckline of his dress to stare at his fake

boobs.

“Probably because you’re checking out your tits.”

Reese spun to look so fast I was afraid she was going to lose

control of the car. The second she saw him, she started laughing her ass

off. “I told you they were nothing like the real thing.”

“You think I can’t tell that?” Ryan cupped his chest. “If I’m going

to dress like a chick I should at least get the benefits.”

“Chicks don’t feel themselves up.” Even though we’d had this

conversation, I figured I’d remind him. He opened his mouth to protest

so I cut him off. “Not even lesbians.”

“You guys are so boring.” He gave up on touching himself.

“Where am I supposed to stop?” Reese glanced at the GPS unit

again.

“Now you want my help?” I said and was rewarded with a serious

glare. “Calm down.” More glaring. “Go more to the left. We only have

another mile or so.”

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After Reese stopped the car, Ryan and I got out and found the spot

where we needed to dig. Reese opened the trunk of the car and pulled

out a shovel.

“Is there any chance I can convince you guys to do all the digging?”

She attempted to shove the shovel in the ground. It bounced, hit her,

and dropped. Ryan and I really tried not to laugh. It didn’t go so well.

Reese pouted and attempted to cry. Which just made us laugh more.

“Suck it up, babe.” I picked up the offending tool and handed it

back.

“I hate both of you.” But she did take the shovel.

Ryan went through his little routine of putting on his shoulder

holster and gun. Then he took off his heels and tossed them in the

backseat. He looked like an idiot. Okay, the whorish dress and the

holster were kind of a hot combination, but whatever. He was still dumb.

“You’re such a tool.” I had to make sure he knew. The holster

tightened his stretchy dress across his chest. The black leather contrasted

against the shimmering material, but not in a good way.

“You just wish you had this.” Ryan did a little shimmy and ran his

hands over his body. The sexy chick from earlier was officially gone. In

her place was a dumb boy in a dress.

“I think I might hurl.” I reached out like I was feeling weak and

caught myself by grabbing his boob. “I’m feeling a little better.”

“Guys.” Reese looked pissed. “Focus.”

“Fine, I’m almost ready.” Ryan removed my hand and opened the

backpack his gun had been in. He pulled out a fresh bottle of scotch.

Reese and I just stared. He cracked it open, took a swig, and held it out

to us.

“Really, Ryan? Really?” Reese was about ready to smack him.

“What? It’ll make digging more fun.” He acted like that was

rational.

“Bro, you brought a gun, a holster, and a bottle of scotch?” He

nodded as I listed things off. “And it never occurred to you to bring

pants?”

“No.” He set the bottle down. “I didn’t think of that.”

“Way to go.” I picked up the bottle and drank some. Might as well

partake. “Let’s get started.”

In between shoveling dirt out of the hole, Ryan and I passed the

bottle back and forth. We built a cadence. He’d dig and I’d drink, then

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we’d switch. By the time we hit the bricks, we were tipsy. Not drunk

yet, but that didn’t matter to Reese. She was straight up pissed. I didn’t

see why. She barely did any work, just protested the entire time. Ryan

got in the hole and started handing us bars. Reese and I went back and

forth between the hole and the car carrying the bricks and stacking

them.

“Can you guys move faster?” He perched on the edge of the hole

and crossed his arms.

“You just worry about getting the bars out, okay, Heather?” Reese

responded with a sneer.

“I’m waiting on you, princess.” Ryan pointed to the pile on the

ground. He picked up the scotch and drank some more.

“The faster you get those out, the sooner you can start filling the

hole back in.” Yes, I was annoyed.

“I’m tired of shoveling dirt,” he complained.

“Okay, just get the gold out and I’ll fill in the hole.” I had to do

everything. Between the two of them, there was constant whining.

Reese didn’t want to dig. Ryan didn’t want to dig in a dress. I just

wanted to finish. “Give me that.” I held out my hand for the booze.

Ryan handed it over. I took a last swig and put it back in the car.

Thankfully, Ryan started stacking gold again. Once he was done,

I started filling in the hole. It didn’t take them much longer to finish

putting the bricks back in the car and count them to make sure we had

them all. Instead of helping me, they passed the scotch back and forth

and watched. Assholes. Hell, maybe it would help Reese loosen up a

little.I really tried to stay mad at them. It was difficult though. I liked

pretty things and they were damn pretty. With the headlights shining

right at me, I couldn’t even see the twins that well because they were

behind the light. I could see enough though. Reese leaned against the

side of the car with that fuckin’ bottle dangling from those gorgeous

slender fingers. Ryan had his head on her shoulder and his arms around

her waist. For some reason, that totally turned me on, the sight of their

slender silhouettes wrapped around each other.

“Thanks for helping, guys.” I decided to go for annoyed when I

was done. That way they wouldn’t know what I was really thinking

about. Irritated, I tossed my shovel on top of the gold. Then I threw the

two they’d been using in as well.

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“You looked like you had rhythm.” Reese acted all naïve.

“Yeah.” I looked her straight in the eye. “Wouldn’t want to throw