Razer's Ride by Jamie Begley

look of hurt on Beth’s face that night still twisted Evie’s gut. Beth hadn’t held it against her, had given her a job with the hours she requested, saw to it she had insurance, and even paid her more than the going rate of a professional with her qualifications. She took care of Evie with love and respect that she showed her sister Lily. Looking at the box sitting in the seat next to her, Evie put the car in gear, determined if it was the last thing she did, she would make amends for the part she had unintentionally played in ripping the veil of innocence from Beth, there were easier ways to learn a guy was a ho.  Beth had been smacked in the face with the knowledge. It was the house joke that Razer would nail any available breezy.  He enjoyed sex and was he good at it. He would play with a woman or women for hours yet get just as much enjoyment laying back and lazily stroke her breasts as another member would fuck her. There wasn’t an aspect of sex Razer hadn’t tried and he had even managed to invent a few.
    Evie smiled evilly as she drove home. If she was any judge of character, Beth was Razer’s Armageddon.  He was about to become, with a little help from her (of course), a reformed man-whore, within reason (of course), Evie did not want Beth denied all the fun.
     
     
     
     
    Beth finished putting Mrs. Rogers dirty laundry in the washing machine. Hearing the soft snores of a heavily medicated patient, she gave Mrs. Rogers a wave as she went into the spare bedroom.  She had asked permission earlier to shower and dress there before leaving. Beth showered slowly, not in a big rush to join Evie and her friends at the bar. Planning on making her excuses after a few drinks, Beth was nervous of spending time with them. She didn’t have any experience of partying with a group of females and knew she would either put a damper on their good time or provide a form of amusement with her presence.
    Checking with Mrs. Rogers one final time, she left after blushing at the woman’s compliments on her jeans and low cut blouse. It was baby blue and clung to the full curves of her breasts, looking very sexy. A pink leather jacket hid the fact it was a halter, leaving the back bare. Her jeans clung to her slim hips, barely covering her butt. A tiny flashing diamond glinted in her bellybutton when caught by the light. She would never have had the confidence of dressing so seductively if she had not been told the men were out of town.
    Beth drove to the bar wishing she had brought a change of clothes. She had wanted to feel as pretty as the others, aware that even without the men around they would be dressed sexily. Beth hadn’t wanted to stick out among them. She wasn’t wrong. Beth still was dressed conservatively. The majority of them were in short skirts that left little to the imagination and barely there tops. Heels, that if Beth had ever been in one, that was bought at the sex shop in Lexington. 
    The booze was already flowing; when Evie saw Beth she screamed with delight.
    “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”
    “I told you I would be here. I wouldn’t miss your birthday party,” Beth said
    “We were going to whip your ass if you disappointed our girl.” A red head Beth hadn’t been introduced to threatened.
    “Have a seat Beth.” Evie pulled out a chair next to her. “Been saving it for you for a while,” she reprimanded.
    “Sorry.”
    Evie nodded, already forgiving her boss and friend. “Mick, bring Beth a drink.”
    “Let me introduce everyone.” Evie motioned to the gorgeous women sitting at the table.  “That’s Jewell, Ember, Stori, Ivy, Tricks, and Dawn, they are all members of the club. Bliss and Natasha are both newbies.”  She motioned at the women approaching the table carrying trays of drinks. The last two girls gave her eager smiles. The women were definitely sexy, dressing in clothes that screamed, do me. Beth envied them for their sexual confidence.
    Beth gave