Kurt keeps Ashley and Lisa entertained

"Ladies, ladies!" Kurt revved at the soft buffeting of Lisa and Ashley against his sides, but he soon understood what a sweater in a tumble dryer must feel like. "I'm only one man!"

"Judging by what I saw you doing when I got here, I think you can handle it." Lisa pressed herself into his back, and Kurt wondered what the hell Zack's problem had been that he needed to pursue Victoria when she was already waiting.

"Right, by the way, have I told you my name is Kurt?" Lisa's breasts bobbed against him as she laughed.

"Yeah, I caught that!" Lisa scraped across to his chest and shimmied down his torso. Kurt didn't know when the first several buttons of her blouse had come undone, but he clarified those two agenda items for his eventual meeting.

"Oh hush Kurt, you know you love it." Ashley slid down his arm, with friction keeping her dress by his elbow. The tone of her thighs, something only cheerleaders can sculpt, overloaded the nerves in his hand. Instinctively, he traced a line of muscle upwards, and Ashley stiffened. Then groaned. "Well," he said airily. "guess you do."

He snatched his fingers away and punished them for being too forward by imprisoning them in his hair. "Sorry Ashley. **** of habit."

Ashley's rear sought his hip instead, edging its way around to his front to join Lisa's sudden twerking session. "I know," she sighed, her mind somehow disconnected from her undulations.

Kurt followed her stare, wistful and resigned, to its target. He cocked an eyebrow at Brandon's handless arms, lost in a ocean of green satin. Blonde waves splashed on his shore, roaring in sweet laughter to his ears. Ashley, her face twisted, found it sickeningly so.

Memories flooded his mind with comparisons to the past, and a familiar twinge began to itch, surprising him by clawing at its confines. You know the deal, it sneered. Boyfriend's off fucking some other blonde, you can have her to yourself. Give her that little extra push. C'mon, you've done it millions of times, c'mon, c'mon, C'MON--

Thunder clapped in his head. His nose smelled ozone. Something fell silent, and became tethered with finality.

"Ashley."

"... Yeah?"

"Ball's in your court."

Ashley scanned the room. Peter and Heather were basically fucking already judging by how far each other's tongues were down their throats. Zack and Hannah had disappeared, god knows where and who knows what they were doing. Taylor thankfully seemed to oblivious to that as she grabbed Chloe's hand and treated Gavin to the same moves Lisa and her bestowed on Kurt. She swore Gavin's nose would erupt.

Everyone really was going to get laid but her. Like multiple times. Fuck this.

"Yeah." Ashley spun around. "Yeah it fucking is." Two hands pinned Kurt's head, and her furious lips raged against his.

Kurt went to autopilot, relaxing his jaw and accepting Ashley's tongue duel. The beast roared again, but as the storm crackled, it whinged. With intense effort, Kurt pulled back, much to Ashley's dismayed mewling.

"Ashley," he quivered. "I'm trying to be good here."

"Well, I don't want to be."

"I can see that. And that's why I'm giving you one last chance. You sure?"

Ashley blinked over to Brandon. A mile-wide smile on his face, he spirited Victoria onto the deck and gone from sight. Her jaw set, and she blinked back to Kurt.

"I'm sure you talk too much." Ashley crashed against him, and, deep in his brain, the storm cleared. It howled against its leash.

Hands tugged at loose dress pleats and collars. They explored blonde forests, one long and one short. Another pawed at a breast and pinched a hard nipple. Kurt relished the shriek of pleasure that resounded in his throat.

Another hand found his twitching bulge, but Kurt was fairly sure Ashley didn't have three arms. Opening his eyes, Lisa's were a welcome but puzzling sight.

"You gonna share?" she hissed as she disengaged them. Lisa tasted spicier than Ashley, her breath burning his tongue. She pecked in rapid-fire bites, including literal one to his bottom lip, as opposed to Ashley's long, hungry feast. Still cupping him, she squeezed, then migrated north to his buckle, and tugged. His pants loosened just enough for her to slip inside.

Ashley snapped his neck back to her and she devoured him again. Lisa started stroking, and he absolutely loved her skill.

Let's see. Lisa traded places, and Ashley pushed a hand into his shirt. Two women at once, that's new. But where the hell did this Lisa come from?

Something faint reached his ears. His eyes darted over to the darkened hallway, and two shapes moved within. The light made determining anything difficult, but Kurt could guess. He decided to cancel his appointment with Zack. Clearly, this wasn't the direction his company was heading.

Kurt attacked Lisa's neck and she arched her back. Her blouse was now nearly open, and Kurt appreciated the purple lace inside by smothering their cargo. Hell hath no lust like a woman scorned.