Chapter 12
Twelve
DARCIE
Blotting my lips, I smacked them together as I finished with my lipstick. Cherry red tonight. I was ready to dance and flirt with all the boys. My confidence had soared since I became a cam girl. Self assurance wasn’t something I’d ever thought I’d need, having always been confident in who I was before Agonizer stole it.
Reclaiming it through the camera was one of the things that saved me. I knew my body now in ways I’d never known it before. I knew what I liked about myself and, most importantly, I felt ready to explore it with real partners now.
My sex drive had increased tenfold as well, and I was ready to cross that bridge. Somewhere in my mind, I think I hoped Maddox would show up again and stop me, lurking in the shadows as he did, even though a more significant part of me knew he wasn’t here, something keeping him from me this time.
My phone vibrated as I locked up, and I jogged down the steps as best as I could in cowboy boots. One day I’d learn to wear better footwear, but tonight wasn’t that night. I was going with girlie today in a simple pink dress and brown boots. The dress was thin, helping me not die in the summer heat.
Stepping out into the sun, I waved at Candi as I hurried to her car. We were headed to an outdoor country music festival she’d snagged us tickets to.
“Hey, girlfriend!” she said, smiling over at me.
“Hey! You look great! I love your look.” She had on a denim skirt and a gingham style shirt she’d tied at the waist, along with hot pink cowboy boots and a matching hat.
“I’m hoping to snag me a cowboy! Howdy!” Candi exclaimed, making a roping motion with her arm.
“As long as he’s hot, I don’t care what he does.”
Laughing, we took off, cranking up the radio as we sang along to it. When I thought about the girl I was a year and a half ago, I didn’t even recognize myself, and for that, I was glad.
“So, you’re gonna do it, huh?” she asked, pulling into the field we were directed to park in.
“Hook up?” I asked.
“Yeah. I know you don’t normally do it.”
“I’m ready.” I hadn’t told Candi all of my history, but she’d picked up things from observation.
“I’m happy for you, Darce. Bout time you got laid.”
“Hey! I was making sure I was ready, and now, I’m ready.”
“As your good friend, then I must help you find the perfect guy to bone.”
“Bone? What, are you eight?” We got out of the car, laughing as we began the trek toward the music. Linking arms together, we followed the others, looking around at everyone.
“Oh, what about that one?” she said, pointing at a blond guy.
“Eh, too skinny.”
“Okay, what about that one?”
I shook my head immediately. “No, too frat boy.”
“Ugh. Too picky. What’s your type then?”
“Hmm, well, I do have a thing for guys on motorcycles. Tattoos. Muscles.”
“Ooooh, Darcie likes the bad boys.”
“I do not!” I slapped her, laughing. Though, maybe I did.
“If he’s just to mess around with, though, I guess he just needs to not smell, have his teeth, and be bigger than me. I don’t want a guy who I’ll feel like will break if he tries to pick me up.”
“You want a man that can throw you around, huh?”
Giggling, I shrugged. I hadn’t meant to describe Maddox, but she had a point. I kind of did like that.
We showed our tickets on our phones, and they gave us wrist bracelets, dictating what sections we could get into. Candi’s connection had gotten us VIP tickets, giving us special admittance. Most of the groups playing I wasn’t familiar with, but live music was always fun, and I was excited to hear all that was on offer.
Together, we headed back to the area her friend was in. Candi pointed out guys along the way she thought I might want to bone. Every time she said bone, I’d bust out laughing, shaking my head, and the guy would look at me like I was deranged. Some wing-woman she was.
Showing our bracelets to a bouncer, we were let back into a smaller section. “Come on, I want you to meet some people.”
A group of guys were gathered around some couches set up under the tent. Huge industrial fans blew, but it wasn’t necessarily any cooler. The humid air just moved more. As we approached, a guy caught my eye, and I stopped, looking him over. Candi nudged me, waggling her eyebrows.
“Oh, you got the look. Which one is he?”
“What are you talking about?” I said, trying to play dumb.
“Don’t you do that with me! Tell me, or I’ll shout to the whole tent you’re open for business.”
Gasping, I pinched her arm. “You wouldn’t dare.”
She crossed her arms. “Try me.” Raising an eyebrow, she waited me out. Sighing, I pulled her close, giving in.
“Fine, he’s the one with the dark hair, sleeve of tattoos, and has the Waylon Jennings shirt on,” I mumbled, a blush rising to my cheeks.
“See, you do like a bad boy.” She giggled, getting delighted in my embarrassment.
“Why are we friends?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Because I’m fabulous,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “And I know who that is. So, I can give you an introduction. Now, who’s salty?”
Dropping my arms, I smiled, giving her a hug. “Okay, fine. You win. So, what do you know?” I asked, finding myself with a crush.
“His name’s Damon, and he works at Wild Horse as a bartender. He’s kind of on the loner side, though. I don’t see him around too much. His brother is the lead singer of the band.”
“Ah, well, he sounds kind of like a douche, then.”
“Hey, it’s your type. I just tell it how it is.”
“Fine. You might also have a point. Okay, I’m going in.”
Using everything I’d learned, I walked over, feeling confident. “Hi, I’m Darcie.”
He glanced up, running his eyes over my body, and then took a drink, looking at me. “Not interested.” After that, he turned and walked off. I stood there for a solid minute, trying to figure out what had just happened.
“Um, what?”
Another guy walked up, placing his arm around me. “Don’t worry about him. He’s an ass to everyone. I’m the much nicer and cooler brother. I’m Stefan,” he said, peering down at me.
“Wait, like the Salvatore brothers?” I asked, looking into his eyes.
He rolled them but nodded. “Yep. Our mother was a huge fan of the books before they became a TV show. And like the characters, I’m the nice and friendly one.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Stefan. I’m Darcie.”
“Well, it’s my lucky day because the prettiest girl here is talking to me.”
“Okay, sweet talker, got anything to back up those words?” I raised my eyebrow, and I realized I was flirting with him. It had come naturally, and I knew I’d been right. I was ready for this.
“As a matter of fact,” he leaned in, boldly kissing me, taking me by surprise. It wasn’t a horrible kiss, so I leaned into it, rising up on my toes. When he pulled back, he grinned.
“Care to be my date for the day, Darcie?”
“Sounds fun.”
And it was. I hung out with the band and Stefan until they had to perform. Damon stayed clear of us, keeping to himself as he read a book in a corner. Candi seemed to have met twin brothers, and I wasn’t sure which one she liked more or if she cared.
That time of night was coming when I knew he would ask me to hook up, and I was ready.
“So, Darcie, would you like to go to the afterparty with me?”
“I’d love to.”
“Cool. Let’s go.” He grinned wide, pulling me along, his hand in mine. I felt like every other girl in the world who’d met a guy and was going to go home with him. I could do this. This was normal. When we got to his truck, he pressed me up against the side of it, kissing me again.
If I didn’t think about him, I could enjoy it. It felt good, and I liked the way his hands traveled my body. He just wasn’t someone I wanted to spend more time with outside this moment.
“Second thought, what if we head to the RV and skip the party?” he asked, his voice taking on a husky quality.
“Okay. Um, do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re good.”
He pulled me along to a different section where RVs and campers had parked, weaving his way through them with ease.
“So, do you do this often? Hook up with girls at shows?” I asked.
“Sometimes. Kind of a perk, I guess.” He shrugged, throwing me his million-dollar smile.
“Yeah, sure.”
He opened up the door and motioned for me to enter. The space was clean, and I felt better about my decision. Stefan pulled me to the back and locked the door. Immediately, he started kissing me again, and I closed my eyes to get back to the place we’d been.
His calloused hand squeezed my breast, and I moved it away, not liking his touch. He managed to get my dress off, and I sat back on the bed, Rose kicking in.
“So, tell me,” I asked, unbuckling his belt. “What do you want in a girl?”
His pupils dilated, and he licked his lips. “What do you mean?”
“I can be whoever you want me to be.” I pulled his pants down and was shocked at his dick. It wasn’t small, but I’d gotten used to Cowboy’s and Maddox’s, I guess, expecting more. Stroking it, he groaned, nodding, so I kept going.
“That, I like that.” He reached around to a drawer, climbing onto the bed, and I watched as he rolled on the condom. It wasn’t as sexy when he did it.
He kissed me again, his hands roaming me, and I pretended it was someone else. The conversation I had with Cowboy last night came to mind.
“I want to trace every inch of you, Rose. If I could, I’d spend all day learning how you liked to be touched. I’d give you so many orgasms, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.”
“I think that would be from your cock,” I teased. Watching as he stroked his massive erection.
“You probably hear this all the time, but I think about you a lot.”
“You do?” I asked, my breath hitching.
“Yeah. I, uh, I even imagine you when I’m talking to other girls. It’s the only way I can…”
“Oh? And how do things go with them?” I asked, touching myself as I watched him.
“It just depends. Sometimes, it’s harder to pretend than others.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s only one Rose, and they’re not it. But since I can’t have you, I make do.”
“Well, right here, it’s just us. So, let’s pretend we’re together. Tell me what you’d do.”
“Once you’d cum on my fingers multiple times, then I’d cover you with kisses. I want you good and ready for me, Rose. Because I know the moment I slide into you, I’m a goner.”
The feeling of something pressing into me pulled me from my fantasy, and I realized Stefan was already heading to home plate. So much for foreplay.
He pushed in, grunting as he thrust, his dick hitting me in a pleasant way. I tried to imagine he was someone I liked, or at least focused on the pleasure, but he was so focused on thrusting, his breaths hitting my neck, it was hard to fall back into the fantasy. So, I decided I’d go after my own pleasure.
Reaching my hand down, I flicked my clit, rubbing it quickly to bring me back to that place I’d been before he’d begun to hump me.
Squeezing my eyes tight, I focused on my hand and how it felt when I was alone, watching Cowboy stroke his big dick. Stefan jerked in me, sputtering, and I somehow managed to find my own release, picturing the massive cum shot Cowboy had last night.
“So, good, Cowboy,” I slurred.
Stefan chuckled, and I realized my mistake, but thankfully, he played it off as a nickname.
“You weren’t too bad yourself, doll. Do you need a lift home?” he asked, pulling out and rolling over.
“Oh, yeah, let me check with my friend.” I sat up, and reached to grab my dress, pulling it over. I didn’t want to be naked around him anymore, feeling too vulnerable.
Darcie: Are you still here?
I waited a few minutes but didn’t get a response. Looking up, I nodded to Stefan. “Yeah, looks like I could use a ride. Thanks.”
“No, problem. Damon?” he shouted, and I almost screamed when the door opened, his brother appearing. He ignored me, glancing at Stefan.
“What?”
“Can you give Darcie a ride home? I’ve had a few and need to get some sleep before tomorrow’s show.” Damon gritted his teeth, and I opened my mouth to say I’d find another one when he looked at me.
“Yeah, sure. Come on. I’m not waiting all night.”
I scooped up my stuff and waved at Stefan, who was already getting himself ready for bed. He didn’t even acknowledge me as I passed him. I was suddenly rethinking his comment about being the nice brother.
Damon led me back to the truck we’d stopped at earlier, not saying a word the whole time. It was awkward, but since I didn’t have a lot of options out in the country, I wasn’t going to complain.
When we pulled into the city, I gave him directions to my apartment.
“Candi mentioned you worked at Wild Horse. I like it there.”
“Yep,” he said.
“Do you like working there?” I asked, the quiet getting to me.
“Yep.”
“Do you often have to drive your brother’s booty calls?”
“Yep.”
“Do you know any other words?” I teased.
He stopped, a small smile threatening to take over his face. “Yep.”
Laughing, I decided he wasn’t too horrible, even if he wasn’t the greatest conversationalist.
“He’s not going to call you, you know.” He finally said as we pulled up to my place.
“I know. I don’t want him to.”
That seemed to stun him, and he looked at me. “That’s a first. Most girls think their vagina will make him fall in love with them.”
“First of all, I’m pretty sure my vagina would. But second, his dick, not so much. He didn’t even know how to do any foreplay. He gets by on his good looks and charm and the fact he’s a somewhat star. It was good for tonight, but you don’t have to worry about me becoming a stalker. “
Damon laughed, catching me off guard. “Okay, I think that’s the first time any girl has ever referred to my brother as mediocre.”
I shrugged, opening the door. “Thanks for the lift. You’re not so scary, either.”
He humphed, shaking his head. Closing the door, I walked a few steps when the window rolled down, and he called out to me.
“Hey!”
“Yeah?” I asked, turning.
“We’re hiring, at Wild Horse, if you have any dance skills, you should apply. I won’t say I know you, though. You’re on your own.”
“Thanks, I think.”
He rolled his eyes, rolling up the window, but I caught a slight glimpse of a smile. Walking into the building, I deemed the night a moderate success. I’d had sex. It hadn’t been great, but I hadn’t ended up crying in the corner either. And I might be able to get a dream job. All in all, a red banner day.