5. Five Cam
Five: Cam
L akes was hot as hell, grinding against that pole. It’s funny. She thought she was the only one to kill my conquests, but she doesn’t realize that anyone who could become a threat to her was on my radar.
Take this fat fuck sitting right upstage. His small little eyes were fucking her as she slowly stripped off the small cloth covering her nipple tassels. That was the point, right? To eye fuck the candy. Except even from here, I could see him rubbing his micro-dick through his pants before he slipped his hand inside them.
No can do.
Lakey was mine to get off to, and this asshole was going to learn a very valuable lesson.
Walking toward him, I leaned down and whispered in his ear. He craned his neck to look up at me and instantly, his face lost all trace of color. I couldn’t blame him. Not really. My name preceded me. What he didn’t know was that I was singularly responsible for most of the men who went missing around this particular club.
"I'd really rethink that if I were you." I smirked, despite my voice being a menacing growl. He didn't even utter a word as his hand slowly slid out of his pants.
“Sorry, Mr. Axley. It won’t happen again.”
"Good choice," I said, patting him on the shoulder before sauntering back to my seat. “And maybe consider leaving her a large tip. And I don’t mean that in the ha ha take the tip, kind of way. A real, monetary tip.”
“Y-yes, sir.” His hand shook as he fished out his wallet and threw hundreds at her.
Lakey caught my eye and winked, as if she knew what just happened. She moved her hips as if they were boneless, spreading her legs as she bounced on the ground. She was so fluid. So perfect. For a moment, I was enraptured by her. It happened often enough, but tonight, she was truly spectacular, leaving her whole soul out there on the stage. That's the mystery that was Lakey Aldrich—my beautiful angel wrapped in a psychotic package.
The music stopped, signaling the end of her act. As the crowd cheered and threw money at her feet like she was some sort of goddess, she sauntered off stage and joined me at the table. "So..." She leaned in to kiss me before getting up, her hips swaying in time to the music as she sat down next to me. "You come here to intimidate my clientele, babe?"
“You know I’m always around.” I pulled her onto my lap. “No one touches what’s mine.”
“He wasn’t touching me.”
I nipped her ear, sliding my hand down her body before fiddling with her skimpy underwear. “Nah, but he was touching himself to you and that’s something I don’t want to see. He can go to the bathroom. It’s fucking obscene.”
She groaned, squirming on my lap as I slipped into her underwear. “Stop squirming, Lakes, or I won’t let you come.”
She gasped, her eyes going wide. "You wouldn't dare."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Wanna bet?"
Shaking her head, she immediately settled. Her chest heaving as I continued my slow torture, circling my fingers around her pussy before plunging inside her.
"Oh god, Cam," she moaned, her nails digging into my forearms. "M-maybe we sh-shouldn't do this here."
“Says the girl who just danced naked in front of a hundred men.” I smirked, but I relented, withdrawing my hand and fixing my pants. “Let's get you home. You look like you need to... unwind." I winked at her.
She sighed in regret. “Ugh, maybe just finish what you started at least.”
I crossed my arms over her body, kissing her neck, “Yeah? You wanna show these old pervs what you look like when I make you cum?” I lifted her and stood. “I don’t think so.”
“God, Cam! You’re so confusing. You’re the one that started it!”
“Don’t you dare throw a tantrum here, Lakey. Get your ass backstage and put clothes on. I’ll finish what I started at home.”
I chuckled as she stomped off. She was right, of course. I did start it, and I was going to finish it. But honestly, I’d then have to gouge the eyes out of anyone who saw her orgasm and I just didn’t feel like doing that right now.
Plus, I really wanted to get her home and naked.
I paid the bartender for my drinks and made my way backstage, where I knew Lakey would be furiously throwing her clothes on and muttering under her breath. I loved when she was feisty. Knocking on her door, she opened it with a scowl.
“What? Come to tease me some more?”
“Come here, baby girl.” I pulled her in for a kiss. “I don’t want everyone to see you like that and I shouldn’t have started it in the first place, but I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”
“Fine, but I want steak tonight. I made over a grand, so rent is paid for, and I deserve a treat for that performance.”
“Done.”
We walked out of the building, her arm looped through mine as we headed towards my bike. “Oh, and Cam?”
“Hm?”
“I love you,” she said, her voice barely audible over the noise of the city.
“I know,” I said, getting on and waiting to hand her her helmet. “You too, psycho.”
Once she was settled in and holding me, I started towards the butcher shop. Only the finest cuts for my baby. I found parking easily, given it was late as fuck. Usually, shops would be shut down at three a.m. but not this one. Phil stayed open late on weekends for this exact reason. He found a little gold mine in strippers heading home and wanting protein. Said it was his best time of the week.
We walked in and greeted him, picking the best rib eyes he had in his display, along with those little premade stuffed mushrooms and some baked potatoes. As we picked, the bell sounded and in walked a long-legged brunette. I swept my gaze over her. She looked fine as all hell.
Her eyes met mine and she smiled, licking her lips. Oh yeah, I was gonna get her number.
“Cam?” I looked down and saw Lakey’s eyes wide as she looked at me.
“Yeah, babe?”
“You know I’d kill for you, right?”
"I know, Lakes. I know." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a little business card I had made for myself. It simply stated my name and phone number and reached across to hand it to the brunette. She looked shocked that I was openly hitting on her with my girlfriend seething beside me, but I simply smiled. Sure, I was tired of this game, but something about riling up my girl made my cock strain against my pants.
“Don’t mind my sister. She’s got an attitude far too big for her britches.” I winked, “But if you ever need a real man, give me a call.”
She took the card, and her smile widened, looking at Lakey with pity. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your brother.”
That wasn’t a wise thing to say, and I could feel Lakes vibrating beside me. Thankfully, Phil interrupted the moment.
“Here’s your stuff, that’s $57.50.”
Lakey pulled out her wallet and sent $60 flying across the counter. “Keep the change.” She grabbed the brown bag and stomped out of the store, leaving me to follow with a ‘remorseful’ smile.
“What the hell was that, Cam?” Since we’d only taken one bike after the lake, she got on first, relegating me to being her backpack.
I squeezed her hips. “Babe, I know you’ve been flighty lately and I thought you could use someone new to hunt. C’mon. If you don’t want me to fuck her, I won’t.”
She sighed, a heavy release of breath that went through her whole body. “Ugh. I hate you right now.”
“You know I’m just doing it for you. Besides, this has always worked out in your favor.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She took off as fast as a bullet and I grinned. She was a firecracker, but this was our deal.
Unless…
If I told her about the hit list Skeeter had put together, maybe we wouldn’t have to do this anymore. As sexy as the brunette was… My dick was tired of fucking other women’s holes. Particularly when my girl was the best lay around these parts.
Now there was an idea. I could give her the list early. Her birthday was in a couple days, so it wouldn’t be weird. I hardly noticed as she slowed. She headed down the street opposite from our place and stopped outside the same house she always watched. She flicked her visor up and stared into the big bay window.
No sign of the little girl.
“Sorry, baby. She’s sleeping. It’s like almost four.”
“Yeah. I know.” Without warning, she took off back down the street, only stopping to open the underground parking and screech into our spot.
I hopped off before she could so I could help her down. We walked to the elevator and waited patiently inside before the doors opened and we could finally get inside.
“Want me to grill these? Or pan-fry?”
She rolled her eyes. “What do you think, Cameron?”
“Grill?”
“Obviously. I’m gonna go shower while you do that. I got Honey’s perfume on me, and it smells like ass.” She was already stripping her clothes before I could answer and wiggled her hips, knowing I was watching that fine ass before it disappeared into our bathroom.
I set to work on the steaks, firing up the BBQ to preheat. I was excited to see her reaction once I laid out the candles and made it all romantic and shit and more so, her face when she opened the birthday present.
She was gonna flip when she saw that list.
It always amused me. From the outside, I was charming and all that, but the truth was, the women I fucked were nothing more than human flesh-lights. Lakey got all the good parts left of me. It wasn’t much, not after the shit we lived through, but it had always been enough for her. I could be romantic if I wanted to be, but it was all reserved for her. I pondered on what fucking that brunette would have been like while I found the candles and lit them, setting the table before going and seasoning the steaks with a simple salt and pepper rub before putting them on the grill.
The sizzle always made me a little hard. It was the sound of something delicious coming down the line. Inhaling deeply, I closed the lid and went to start baking the potatoes and mushrooms. Thank God they were precooked and just needed some heating. Steaks would be done long before the potatoes if they weren’t. Which would just piss Lakey off.
She hated uncooked potatoes. Grabbing the file I’d hidden with the names and addresses, I set it on the table next to her plate. The steak timer had just gone off, almost on cue with the one on the stove screeching loudly.
Opening the grill and squishing down, they were a perfect medium rare. Setting them on a plate to rest, I brought them in and began to plate everything before setting them on the table.
I was just opening a bottle of red when I heard the shower turn off. I grinned and poured myself a glass, sipping it as I waited on her to come out. When she did, she was in lacy red panties and a boob-less bra strappy thing.
“Damn, baby girl. You gonna eat steak with those tits hanging out?”
She smirked. “Yes, and you’re gonna take it until I’m done. If you wanna tease me, I can tease you right back.” She inhaled deeply and noticed the table. “Aw, babe, is all this for little ole me? Smells amazing. Ooooh, what’s that?”
Sliding into her chair, she grabbed the file. Just as she was going to open it, I held my hand over hers. “After dinner, sweetheart. You’re gonna want to eat first for that. It’s an early birthday present.”
Her eyes widened. “Ooooh, I can’t wait. I love birthday presents!”
I cut into my steak with a chuckle. “I know, doll, I know.”