Chapter 10: This Flight Tonight

Sam rolled over in the bed he'd been using for over a week. It was still odd not to wake up beside Dean, or to at least hear his partner breathing close by, but he was getting used to it. Then he snorted because he was still sleeping more on the right side of the bed, leaving the left side for Dean. Dean always slept on the left so he could grab the weapon under his pillow with his right hand and instantly be ready to defend them. It was how they always set themselves up in any room.

Suddenly Sam wanted to write Dean another letter, even though he'd probably be back at Ellen's before the thing even arrived. Still, it would be a physical connection with the other man; he'd touch it while he wrote it and Dean would touch it while he read it.

Pathetic, Sam knew, but god, he missed his partner. If only Dean had decided to come with…

It was a fruitless thought, one he'd had many times since the start of this trip, and he put it aside with a sigh. It changed nothing after all. He was here, and Dean was there, and they'd be together again eventually.

Maybe today he'd get to tour the Guggenheim. They'd planned to go yesterday but a bunch of streamers, what Brady called dust devils, had broken through the ward walls and it hadn't been safe. Sam had tried to tell him—again— that he was a trained hunter and an experienced combat airhead, what they called an esper, but Dean had apparently made them sign for his safety in blood or something because they weren't taking any chances. Sweet, but frustrating. It was amazing how Dean managed to spoil his fun from half a continent away.

Whoa, that was a remarkably bitter thought and completely unjustified. Dean had let him come here when he'd originally been dead set against it and that counted for a lot. Except he wished the older man had agreed to come. They'd have toured half the city by now, Dust or no.

Sam smiled wryly because when Dean decided to do something, he did it large. Sam could do with being more like Dean, at least in this. Today, he'd insist on getting out of Lilith's Den and seeing something of the Big Apple. Yeah…

He spread out his body in the big bed, the largest one he'd ever seen. It was soft but not squishy, and the sheets were smooth and clean, not knobby and mended a hundred times before. It even had a canopy with netting attached. It was bug-netting—normal bugs not supernatural ones—but Sam was already thinking of ways they could make the netting into something more useful. Dip it in holy water, say, or run silver or iron filaments through it. He'd talk to Dean about it when he got back.

He stretched his arms out fully, even wiggled his fingers, and he still didn't reach either side. So much room…

Too much room for one person.

Quickly, he rolled himself out of it and stood looking over the rest of his 'domain'. It had been given to him for the length of his stay, he'd been told. He was to consider it home. It was nice; luxurious, spacious, tastefully decorated… and it would never be home.

He went into the huge bathroom with its walk-in bathtub and its sit-down shower, with its marble surfaces and brass fixtures, and felt like he was an alien pod person living someone else's life. Everything sparkled, everything looked new. Everything looked like it was made to fit rather than scrounged from an abandoned place just up the road. It was just like they showed on TV. Perfect.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

Dean had been right; he didn't fit here.

With a sigh, he turned his back on the image and proceeded to get ready for the day.

Even if it made him feel weird and out of place, the shower was still a slice of heaven. He didn't have to worry about hitting his head or running out of hot water or having some other guy bang on the door because they needed to use the can. He wrapped one of the big thick towels around his waist; threw another, only slightly smaller, one over his head.

He didn't pick up his used sleeping pants but he wanted to. In fact, it made him itch a little. One, it was messy, and living in small spaces with other hunters everyone cleaned up after themselves, and two, the pants weren't dirty so throwing them in the laundry was a waste of time and resources. However, if he carried them out Brady would pull them out of his hands and drop them on the floor. Then he'd repeat it was the staff's job to clean up and Sam should just leave everything.

He wasn't an alien pod person, he decided. He was the guy who woke up in an alternate reality and was the only one who realized the world was a little off.

He finally left the bathroom and Brady was there, like he'd been every day that week. He called himself Sam's escort but Sam was beginning to think of the guy as his handler. "Hey Sam, sleep well?"

"Same old, same old," Sam responded unenthusiastically. Waking up tired was getting annoying. Waking up tired and being pounced on by Brady with his irritatingly bright and cheerful voice was turning into a circle of Hell.

"Lilith has someone looking at the filtration system, maybe checking out the pipes," Brady said soothingly. "Don't worry; we'll find the problem and fix it." He held out a tall glass of Lilith's tonic and Sam took it with relief. It was about the only thing getting him through the day. Bad sleep and boredom was not a combination that made him feel energetic and happy. He needed to be doing something.

"You know, if we can't get to the museum today," he suggested as he drank the tonic "maybe we can go down to the port; get a tour of one of the big trans-Atlantic liners. I'd like to learn about the spells they use to make their moving ward walls. Those walls aren't just, you know, a little bit away," he brought his hand close to his body before he shifted it out the length of his arm "but, like, a hundred yards in all directions—even down into the sea."

"You want to see that?"

"Yeah, that would be cool! It's a completely new spell, with some standard elements of course, but no other spell has ever been designed specifically to work with a moving platform. I read they're talking about adapting for use in ground transport. Maybe even re-open the rail lines." He would love to be in on something like that: the creation of a brand new warding system. He'd made up new sigils, of course, but the heat of battle wasn't the same as working with others to logically and formally design a new spell. "Think of the challenge of creating something like that."

"It's only a spell," Brady said in amused contempt and broke Sam out of his daydream. Sam frowned. He was sure Brady had been introduced to him as a fellow airhead but his attitude argued against it. It was odd that an airhead wouldn't be interesting in a new protective spell.

On the other hand, Sam had been so sick when they'd been introduced they could have told him Brady was a talking pig and he would've gone along with it, so he replied more mildly than he had planned—lack of rest wasn't good for his anger control, either. "It's a really good spell. As an airhead—sorry, esper—of course I'm interested. And, you know, being in New York where the big ships dock" okay, so that was a little sarcastic "it's a perfect opportunity for me to get a firsthand look."

By the end of his spiel, Brady was lightly laughing. "Easy, tiger," he said in a humoring manner Sam was starting to find really annoying. "The port authority is a lot farther away than any museum, and in a rougher area. I'll talk to our security guy, find out what's going on out there, and then I'll let you know, okay?"

Not really, not okay at all actually. Sure, Lilith's den was huge and had a library, which was filled with new releases and old classics, and there was a theatre room where Sam could watch the latest movies on VHS, but Sam was going stir-crazy. He'd been here and healthy for a week, and for that week, he'd done nothing but watch TV and play Final Fantasy on Brady's PlayStation 2—he'd have to look into getting the game for Ash—and he was… bored. There were no wards to walk, no demons to fight and there was no way for him to do any research. They had nothing but bland bestselling fiction and gossip or sports magazines in the library. Lilith didn't have an internet connection, which was weird since this was New York, finance capital of the eastern US, so he couldn't connect to any of the message boards where he was a (very) infrequent poster.

He was a frigging hunter. He was used to having a job to do. Even in their down times, he and Dean would hang out with other hunters and talk about jobs. He did nothing here.

He would have said more, manners be damned, but Brady wasn't finished. "However, your morning's already booked. Once you're dressed I'm going to introduce you to your partners. You can spend some time getting to know them and then, well; we'll see how it goes from there, okay?"

Finally!

"Okay, yeah," Sam said happily even as he felt a blush rising on his cheeks. "That'll be great."

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Go get dressed." Brady gave him a big grin and made shooing motions with his hands.

"I'll meet you outside," he said pointedly. With the exception of the bathroom, his suite was one big open space. He was not changing in front of his blond handler.

Brady stood there for a moment, trying to look innocent, but Sam waited stone-like. Finally the guy gave an exaggerated 'oh' of comprehension. "Sam, Sam, Sam," he said with a laugh "I can't believe you're still so modest. It's not like I haven't seen all of you before." The blond ran an appreciative eye over Sam's large frame. It was supposed to be a compliment, maybe. He'd tried hinting—strongly—that he wasn't interested and Brady looked like he understood, but the blond didn't back off. Sam liked the guy okay, but the flirting was getting a little old. In fact, it made Sam want to punch him.

"I was sick," he replied, voice cool. "It doesn't count."

"If you say so." Brady flashed another one of his big grins. "I'll go wait outside. Whenever you're ready, princess."

"Don't…don't call me that." Not even Dean got to call him that without repercussions. His absolute seriousness must have penetrated because Brady's slick smile fell away. He looked at Sam and nodded once, solemnly. He wouldn't forget, and unlike Dean who loved to tease, Brady wouldn't do it again.

Of course, repercussions for Brady would end up a lot differently than anything he would've dished out for Dean, which was maybe why his partner loved to goad Sam into action.

Damn, he missed his pain-in-the-ass tinman.

He was glad he was finally going to meet the women he was supposed to partner with then maybe this odd unsettled feeling would go away.

He opened the door and Brady was standing across the hall, posed in a casual stance of crossed arms, crossed ankles, leaning against the wall.

"Looking good, Sam, as always."

Sam gave a small smile in return for the compliment. If he smiled any wider Brady would smile back but a little too broadly, and he'd stand a little too close. "So what can you tell me about my, you know, partners."

There was that smile again as Brady responded with excessive enthusiasm. "Well, one of them is tall and slim and blonde. She's got a tough attitude, like she could kick your ass without trying, but I've never seen it put to the test. Her name is Ruby." He stopped then continued in a more natural tone, "She's got the longest eyelashes I've ever seen on anybody. They're dark too, which I find completely sexy."

Sam liked dark eyelashes on blonde women—a picture of pretty Jessica Moore flashed in Sam's mind. Oh yeah, he thought. He really liked it.

"What about the other one; what's she like?"

"Ruby Too."

"What?"

"I know," Brady chuckled "It's confusing, but Lilith calls her Ruby as well. Together they're her 'precious jewels'." Sam could see the air quotes. "Hence, Ruby and Ruby Too."

"That's kind of weird." And creepy, but Sam didn't say that out loud.

"Well, don't tell the boss, but we call them Ruby and Baby Ruby."

Sam laughed out loud. "So what's the second Ruby like?"

"Baby? She's sweet." A gentle smile crossed the other man's face. "No pushover, but a lot softer than the Ruby. I always think that's why they get along so well. She's the dark to Ruby's light: dark hair, dark eyes, natural tan; has ancestors from some Mediterranean country I think. She's also short, hence the nickname."

"Everybody's short," Sam smirked, looking down on his escort. Brady conceded the point with another toothy smile. "And they're okay with," Sam twitched uncomfortably "you know. With sharing… me?"

This time Brady laughed outright. "They share everything, believe me. I'm not surprised they've both entered their fertile cycle at the same time. I don't think Lilith is either. In fact, I think she was hoping for it. Oh, yeah, that reminds me," he put his hand on Sam's chest to stop him and Sam automatically took a step back. A quick smirk was Brady's only acknowledgement of the move. "Because you agreed to take on an extra Invite, Lilith found a first edition of John Radcliffe's Fiends, Ghosts, and Sprites. It's yours when you go home."

"That's not necessary, Brady," Sam protested. "I accepted the Invitation. I don't need to get paid—"

Brady held up a hand, this time to stop Sam's talking. "She knows all that, and it's not payment, it's a thank you gift because she appreciates you taking on, not only one female sight unseen, but two. It's more than a lot of guys would've done."

Actually, Sam thought, he didn't know any guy who wouldn't jump at the chance to share their bed with a couple good looking women. The whole impregnation thing was merely a bonus. An odd thought crossed his mind and he laughed out loud before he could stop himself. Brady frowned at him, puzzled. "What?"

"It's nothing, really. A stupid thought." Brady lifted his eyebrow and Sam huffed. "Okay, it just… how much of Lilith's story do you know?"

This time when Brady frowned he backed away, bewildered. "Her story? You mean like, where she was born or who her parents were; that kind of stuff?"

"Actually no—although it would be interesting, "Sam laughed self-consciously. "I mean biblical Lilith. She doesn't appear much in the Christian Bible, a mention or two, but she's pretty big in Jewish folklore."

Brady still looked confused.

"The story goes that Lilith was Adam's first wife but wasn't very obedient. When Adam ordered her to do something, I don't remember what, she refused. Adam went to God and complained and God ordered Lilith to obey Adam. Again she refused, so God got mad at her and chased her all over until she hid or something. Anyway," he waved the detail off "Lucifer found Lilith and made her a deal. He'd protect her from God's anger if she agreed to serve him. She agreed and Lucifer stripped out her soul and turned her into a demon—his first demon."

"So… you're laughing because God decided to punish a woman for not being a doormat?" Brady's voice was tinged with contempt.

Now it was Sam's turn to frown. "What? No! That's not the… the ironic bit is next. Although, I'm not sure…" He took a breath. "It's kind of derogatory too, I guess. I'm sorry."

"No, no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you." The blond put a reassuring hand on Sam's arm and Sam decided to ignore the touch since he'd already upset Brady so much.

Sam shrugged to say it was okay but Brady wasn't finished. "I shouldn't have assumed what you were going to say," he went on "but there are so many stories about the Badlands—I mean the Midwest—and how these little cult communities lock their fertile females in the attic and hide them away to keep their wombs 'pure'. You hear them so often, you get to thinking some of them have to be true, you know?

Sam shrugged again. "Sure, it happens, but it's not common. And for every settlement where some guys have set up harems, there are an equal number that are complete gynocratic dictatorships—"

"Complete what kind of dictatorships?" Brady interrupted.

"Gynocratic," Sam answered "ruled by women."

"You made that word up."

"Um, no. It's a real word." Brady snorted in disbelief but waved at Sam to get him to continue. "Anyway, where was I?" Sam followed behind his escort as Brady resumed their daily trip to the dining room.

"I have no freaking idea. Talking about weird sexual governing systems that exist in the Midwest."

"It's not much different than what happens in a Den," Sam protested. "There are always guys like you who live in the Den and maintain the house or perform escort duty when the women go out."

"That's not what you were talking about though," Brady argued back. "You said 'dictatorship' which has a whole different connotation. What do they do? Lock up their men folk?"

"Well… yeah, essentially, sometimes," Sam had to concede "but usually it just means the dominant women keep all the best men for themselves. Kind of a master and slave thing."

"Ooo kinky… I like it," Brady chuckled. "Think they'd invite me into one of those communes?" He pressed the button for the elevator. There were only three floors in Lilith's Den but no one took the stairs. Sam wasn't even sure where they were.

"Honestly man, you don't want to get stuck in one. The guys? They look haggard. I mean, come on, they're slaves. That's never a good thing."

"It was only a joke."

Not a very good one, Sam thought, but didn't say.

They waited for the elevator to arrive in an awkward silence, which lasted until they'd entered and Brady pushed the button for the main floor. "Why do you live out there, Sam?" he asked. "I mean, like you said: slavery. And monsters all over, and miles and miles of nothing but Dust and danger. You're too good for that, too smart."

"It's home," Sam answered simply and without thought.

Brady shook his head. "You belong here where there's culture and schools and civilization," he argued. "I mean, okay. I didn't do well recognizing the weird word, but there are people here, brilliant people, like the ones who designed the spell you were all spazzed out about. You could maybe work for them or go hang out at the same coffee shop or something. What's so fantastic about the Badlands that it makes you want to go back, huh?"

Dean, was Sam's instinctive response. But it was only Dean he thought of: no one and nothing else. If it weren't for Dean, he'd stay here in New York and have the life Brady talked about. Maybe he could convince the tinman to move here, maybe someplace upstate where the population wasn't as compact. Sam dismissed the idea before it was even fully formed. No way in hell would Dean agree, not even if it would make Sam happy, although he'd expect Sam to stick in the Ba… in the Midwest because that's what made Dean happy.

Sam unclenched his fist and smoothed out his breathing. Holy shit, he lost his temper easy these days. Probably nerves. Most likely it was nerves. His first formal contract and it was a double feature.

Yeah, he decided, that was definitely the reason.

"Oh by the way," Brady said as they exited the elevator. "Lilith has arranged for us to go see a play tonight."

Bad mood forgotten, Sam looked over at his escort with wide eyes. "Really?"

"Some Off-Off Broadway thing she knows the producer of, or something."

"Off-Off Broadway?" He'd heard of Broadway and even Off-Broadway…

"Yeah, like really off, as in 'experimental' and likely to be craptastic," Brady explained. He put a friendly hand on Sam's shoulder and shook him. "I'm telling you, before the first act is done, you'll be wishing for ear plugs and eyeball bleach."

Sam laughed at Brady's exaggeration. A play, a real live New York play… Plus he was meeting the women he was breeding with and they sounded interesting. Things were finally looking up. He walked into the dining room with a smile.

A week after Ellen had contacted him, a day after he'd towed the Impala into his yard, Bobby received a telegram. It was short and unsigned but the old hunter knew who it was from.

Is it true? Do you have the car? Stop.

Bobby immediately sent back his reply.

Yes. Stop

He didn't figure John deserved much more than that, since he'd taken off on the boys and left them flapping in the wind for nine months.

Bobby left the telegraph office to shop for supplies in what was left of Sioux Falls. It had done okay in the Storm. It had come out the other side less damaged than many cities in the Midwest, and being located where it was, it had become a bit of a starting point for all points north-west so it always had a decent selection of merchandise. He picked up food and he got himself some shampoo. Then he stopped in to chat with Jody Mills who ran the local Militia. He always shared information with her even if she wasn't technically a hunter. Technically. However, she'd lost both her partner and her only son in a wall break about a year ago, so as far as he was concerned, she qualified to know a lot more than she'd trained for. She was tough and she was smart and Bobby admired that.

It was about an hour before Bobby passed by the telegraph office again. When he did, he found the operator waiting for him with a new message.

On my way. Don't touch the engine. Stop.

Don't touch the engine? What the hell did John mean by that, Bobby wondered. He stared at the sparse message as if there were a secret code embedded in it but there wasn't. He grunted once, almost a laugh but more of a growl of frustration—cryptic bastard. He crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it in the recycle bin. He'd find out soon enough.

The play had been awful, quite possibly the worst thing he'd ever seen. Considering where he'd grown up, that was saying a lot. Yes, it was Off Off Broadway but the little Chautauquas that travelled through the Midwest did a better job than those guys.

Brady's prediction of wanting ear plugs and eyeball bleach had proved remarkably accurate.

At least it had been outside the Den even if he hadn't gotten to see much of New York—no view of the famous skyline—but just being outside had made it worth it.

And the company had been nice.

On one side of him, Ruby had slouched, sneered, and made hilariously snarky comments about the acting (mannequins were more flexible) and the singing (cats could do better) until Sam's cheeks hurt from holding his giggles in. On the other side, Baby Ruby had tried to swallow her appalled laughter and nearly choked. She'd given up halfway through the second act and buried her face in Sam's shoulder, giggling uncontrollably. It had felt… nice.

Now they were back here, in his room, the three of them. Alone… Together.

The only time he'd been with more than one person was that time with Lisa and Dean after fighting the ward wall break in Cicero and he'd barely been conscious for that. This time he was completely awake, completely aware, and completely freaking out.

Dean made this seem so easy, was all he could think.

"You seem nervous," Ruby said looking around the room, inspecting his furniture. "You're not a virgin are you?"

"No!" Sam protested, feeling sixteen again. "I've just never…you know, with two."

"Would you rather I left, because I could…" Baby pointed her thumb at the door "I could take off."

The question actually put him back on solid ground because this was stuff he knew: in a sexual situation, defer to your female partner. Sam took a deep breath, let it out on a huff, and tried to imagine all his tension leaving with it. "The question is: would you two prefer to do this together?"

The Rubys looked at each other. Ruby stood hip shot and arms crossed, slim and tall. She raised an eyebrow at the smaller Baby, whose smile came out reluctantly. It reminded Sam of the way he and Dean sometimes communicated. It didn't surprise him when Ruby said they'd prefer to stay together. "We're friends—"

"More than friends."

"More than friends. There's not much we don't do together." She stalked a couple paces closer to the hunter. "But I'm guessing you're not used to group situations. All those juicy stories you hear about huge orgies in remote hunter barracks are just stories, aren't they."

"You've read those stories?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Sure have, sunshine, even watched some of the movies."

He knew he was blushing and hated it but he'd never imagined women watching guy porn.

She smiled at his embarrassment. "Maybe we've watched the same ones." And Sam blushed harder because, yeah, he'd seen his fair share of those kinds of movies, usually because one of the other hunters had put one in the VCR. Dean didn't usually watch them. He said it was because none of the guys in them were as hot as Sam so why bother?

"I like the 'lost guy ends up in a spontaneous orgy' ones," Baby commented. "They're stupidly funny because how does a guy get lost when there's only one road?"

"They still get you hot, girl. Don't try to deny it," Ruby leered at her friend. The brunette smiled back, unashamed and not embarrassed at all.

Ruby turned back to Sam, eyebrows arched in mute question.

"Ah, no. No. Spontaneous orgies in the hunter's quarters don't happen. Trust me, when you see some of the hunters who stay in those places," Sam shuddered dramatically, "you'd know why."

"You meant they're not all as smoking as you?" Baby said teasingly.

Sam's answering smile was awkward. And he was getting tired of blushing. "Middle age, lots of beer and sitting in cars," he said with an apologetic shrug.

"Damn," dark eyes glinted as she laughed, "Another myth shattered." Sometime during the conversation she'd shed her leather jacket. Now all she was wearing was a tight, short-sleeve top with frills which made her look like she was eighteen. "What about the Den of Iniquity trope?" she asked, "There any of those placed out on the plains or is that a lie too?"

"You mean whore houses?" Sam asked. "Where everyone is for sale?" Dean would watch those. He especially liked any scene where a woman was featured. Give him two women making out and the guy was in heaven.

Baby nodded and Sam shrugged his apology. "Never ran across one of those either. Most people are partnered up." Sam had never felt comfortable with the whole master-and-servant thing. He'd rather stick with the straight-up guy porn.

"Sounds like the Midwest is a boring place," Ruby said. She'd finished her inspection of his suite and was sitting on an ugly chair Sam avoided because it was skinny and uncomfortable. She was taking off her boots with a casual efficiency Sam found both arousing and daunting. What if he sucked? He'd never had any complaints before but this was somehow different.

Small hands came up to his chest. "Here, you sit back and let us show you how it's done." Baby pushed him toward the bed. The pressure felt like butterflies had landed on his body and it made Sam shiver. "Stairs," she warned and Sam stumbled up them.

From the corner of his eye he could see blonde Ruby striding toward the bed, gloriously naked and completely unconcerned, but most of his attention was on the dark-eyed cutie looking up at him with such anticipation. She had wide soft lips, Sam thought, and then he thought how nice they'd look wrapped around his cock. The back of his knees hit the mattress and he sat down with an oomph of surprise.

Strong arms wrapped around him from behind. "Relax, sunshine. We'll be gentle with you."

His shirt was unbuttoned and removed even as Baby dropped to her knees in front of him. The lip fantasy surged to the forefront and caused his dick to do its own surging. A weird part of him couldn't wait to tell Dean—two girls at once, Dean: top that—but he knew he wouldn't give any details. Decent guys didn't, after all. It was one of the things Dean had taught him: a tradition he could respect… but still. Two girls at once!

Dear Backside; I never believed the stories I read in your magazine until it happened to me…

Fingers snapped in front of his face and Sam jerked back into a soft chest. "Hey, sunshine, don't be zoning out on us here."

"I'm sorry, sorry. I'm… a little overwhelmed?" Ruby had her head perched over his shoulder and was looking at him with one eyebrow raised, clearly unimpressed. Oh shit! This was fucking awkward but he knew Dean would have a way to redeem himself, so he'd figure it out too. He looked down at Baby and there was a hint of hurt on her face. Her eyes were equally expressive. "You're just…" he stumbled, "You're both so fucking gorgeous. I feel like I'm in one of those porn movies, like it can't be real."

Baby was the first to forgive him. "Oh, cutie," she cooed, hands stroking down his jean covered thighs, "We're real alright."

Ruby breathed a chuckle into his ear, "And we're going to make you feel it… all over."

Sam shivered as she mouthed a damp line down his throat starting from his ear. She nipped at the nerve bundle in his shoulder. She scratched his ribs through his T-shirt. "Feeling it yet?" she asked. Sam nodded mutely.

He needn't have bothered, because Baby was running fingers up and down his growing erection. "Oh, he's feeling it," she smirked and he panted. He loved the feeling of being stroked through his jeans. "I'm going to have a hard time getting these off safely if he keeps growing like this."

Ruby dropped one slim hand down into his lap, found his hard length and pressed. He groaned.

"Let me get his shirt off first, then we'll attempt it," she said and Sam knew she was smiling.

He didn't wait for her to pull up his T-shirt. He grabbed the hem and slid it off in one desperate motion. "Well, well, somebody's looking forward to this. Hope you didn't pull any skin off." But she was still smiling so Sam knew the tease wasn't meant to be mean.

When she pulled him back towards her, getting him to lie flat on the bed, he let her. When Baby's hands worked the button on his jeans, he panted and clutched the bedspread. When Ruby tongued her way down the center of his chest to his belly, he moaned and twitched. When they finally had his jeans and boxers off, and his cock sprang free, he held his breath and lay there: eyes closed, waiting… waiting…

Cool hands, strong fingers, soft lips, warm mouths, they surrounded him, tasted him, explored him.

He shouted and bucked and nearly came right then, would have except one of the Rubys clamped the base of his erection and held it back, held him back.

"I think he likes that," said petite Baby with her full lips and soft smile.

"He's a guy who's watched too many porn movies," said Ruby with a chuckle, "Of course he's going to like us. I like us." There were moist sounds and hums. Sam opened his eyes to see the Rubys kissing each other, mouths wide and tongues playing. They each had one hand on him and the other on a breast—not their own. Baby was scratching and stroking Ruby the way he'd pet a cat. Blonde Ruby was squeezing and pinching Baby's breast, pulling the reaction from her smaller lover.

Soft or sharp, the result was the same: hard, full nipples stood out from aureoles gone tight.

"Oh shit," he whispered and pumped his hips into the confining hands holding him back from release.

Ruby turned to look down at him, a satisfied smirk on her sculpted lips. "Like that do you, sunshine?" Sam nodded. He breathed through his nose and tried to bring his body under control. "You want to see me eat her out while you fuck me?"

His hips jerked hard enough to make the bed bounce. "I can't… I won't…" He covered his face in embarrassment. "Ah, Christ, I won't last," he admitted. He didn't see them jump, didn't see their eyes flash black

"So a quick orgasm now as an appetizer and then later we'll—" she licked her lips "—have the main course."

They pushed and prodded until Sam got the message and moved up the bed, at least until his ankles were on the mattress. His erection, full and hard, bounced with his movement and left dabs of pre-cum on his belly. Ruby laid down next to him, up on one elbow, her other hand free to travel over his face and his chest, down his ribs, over his hips and then back up right next to his cock. She scooped up a bit of the thick liquid on a finger and brought it to her mouth like chocolate. "So Baby's going to ride you and we're going to watch."

"Okay," he gasped out as the smaller woman threw her leg over him.

"She might be a little tight," Ruby explained "because it's been a while since we had a guy to play with, but I think she'll be able to take you just fine." She placed her long hand, with its sharp fingernails, on his chest. "Let's see if I'm right, shall we?"

It was like one of those letters, with Ruby beside him narrating the action, speculating on how it felt, encouraging him to touch by telling him what her friend liked. He wasn't the only one touching either. Both of the Rubys touched him and each other. They especially like to touch where the two bodies joined, letting their fingers rub over his wet length as Baby moved up and down on him.

He'd been right. It didn't take long. Baby knew how to use her internal muscles.

His whole body tightened, he felt a hot wave roll over him, and then the white flash in his body, his mind. Pulse after pulse ran through him and he could feel his own wetness fill her and it added an extra kick that had him calling out wordlessly.

He wasn't even sure if she'd peaked.

"Oh, sunshine," Ruby said with a smirk which is how Sam realized he'd said it aloud, "by the time tomorrow gets here, we'll have turned our brains to liquid."

"Ooh, I like that idea," Baby hummed from on top of him, still moving although slow and deep instead of quick and hard.

If Sam had had a coherent brain cell left, he would have said he liked it too. Instead his only thought was he could get addicted to this.