Kim's nipples weren't just beading milk, now, they were streaming thick white rivulets down her belly as she came, running down to join the pool of sticky wetness between her thighs. Nothing had ever felt as good as this, and although she never wanted it to end, the sensation was so intense that she almost couldn't stand it.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she whispered over and over, quickly turning the machine off and climbing down, as if she couldn't get away fast enough. "What is this thing?"

"Heaven," Tasha sighed, smiling at the woman as she leaned against the table, wiping hair off her sweaty brow. "Don't you think?"

Kim stared at the dark-haired woman, still too shocked to speak. She hadn't had an orgasm since before the baby was born, and she didn't ever remember coming so hard, or like that, before. She wasn't sure, but she thought that the machine had actually found that fabled g-spot.

Tasha was beginning to clean up the room, and she offered Kim a warm washcloth.

"I want to do that again," Kim confessed, using the cloth to wipe the milk from her belly and breasts.

Smiling, Tasha handed her a card. "Well… you're in luck. We're starting a club."

Chapter Three

Tasha was nervous. She paced the tiles of the bathroom floor, her four inch heels echoing in the small space, not even bothering to stop and check her hair and makeup in the mirror. On the other side of that door was a scenario that could either make or break their new business venture, and she wasn't sure she was up to the task.

"Someone's in here!" she snapped at the door, and the knocker retreated.

"I can do this," she whispered, pressing her forehead against the door, laying her palms flat there to cool them. "I can do this, I can do this."