“Oh, and that woman you were talking about earlier? Cher’s twin?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Guess how old she is?” I dared, finishing off my champagne.

“200?”

“Nice try. How about 37?”

“You’re kidding!” she screamed, suddenly the attention of several people at the table next to us.

“No, I swear to God.”

“Why does she look like that? Why does she look like someone rearranged her face on a hot day?”

“Because she’s one of those women who thought it would be a good idea to get plastic surgery before she actually needed it. And yeah, it sounds like a good idea at the time…”

“No. No, that sounds like a really bad idea, actually.”

“Ok, fine. It does. But I think the results are a lot worse than one can even imagine.”

“God, like pregnancy.”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

She found an interest in her empty flute, twirling its stem around in her fingers. Those long, perfect fingers that I remembered fairly well from the one time we had ever…

“So, when do you want to leave?” I asked, suddenly needing to be anywhere else but here.

“This is your thing, Spence. It’s up to you. I’m simply here as your guest and to entertain myself with the horrific results of a scalpel and too much money. In that order.”

Before I could grab her hand and make a beeline for the closest exit, I saw a very familiar face smiling down at me.

“Spencer…hey,” Carmen said, looking back-and-forth between me and Ashley.

“Carmen, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I work here too, remember?”

“Not really.”

I looked over at Ashley, who was still twirling the flute, but with slightly more aggression.

“And Ashley, nice to see you again. We never got together like we had planned,” Carmen said, smiling smugly.

“Yeah, well…I was never inspired to contact you,” Ashley replied, “Spencer and I…we’ve been really busy.”

What in God’s name were these people talking about?

“That’s ok. I’m sure Spencer wouldn’t mind getting together with me…do you think she would?”

“We were leaving,” I said, grabbing Ashley’s hand and holding it tightly, “nice to see you, Carmen.”

I didn’t even give her proper time to respond. I didn’t even myself proper time to respond. All I knew at that moment was that I wanted Ashley. And no, I can’t tell you where the fuck it came from all of a sudden or why it was all I could think about after two months of ignoring everything, but for the love of all that is holy, I wanted her.

I just did.

Her hands moved effortlessly like the most divine silk as they moved in and out of my wet heat. Slow and steady. Then fast and reckless within moments. She was completely unpredictable with every rhythm and before I knew it, I was riding her fingers to the sweetest orgasm I had ever experienced.