Sex Sessions: After The Cut (Camera Tales #2)

by Charisse Spiers

  "More to look forward to later," she calls back. "Love you!"

  "Love you too." I laugh and look at Bryant. "Not one fucking word or your ass will go alone."

  His grin says more than his mouth. "Wasn't going to."

  I walk past him. "Let me get some clothes."

  "Stay strong, bro. Castration can be tough. I'll rub my balls for you."

  I flip him off as I enter the bedroom. "Fuck you. Payback's a bitch. Lube up."

  "Never. It won't be me."

  I'm writing it in the books. One year. That's all I give him until he's groveling in apologies because he's swimming in the same fucking love pool. I'd be willing to bet a hefty sum it'll be with the one he's still fucking. I know her. She's a man-eater. She's deadly, because all she cares about is her career and her independence will stand between her and being a sappy romantic until the day she dies I'm afraid. It makes her the ultimate hunt when it comes to men, because she doesn’t need anyone but herself.

  I grab a change of clothes. Twenty-four more hours. That's all I have until she's completely mine in every way there is. The countdown is the part that's going to be hard. Maybe I should get hammered and pass out. I don't need my consciousness if I'm not with her anyway.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Kambry

  Soft fur rubs against my ankle as I finish the last coat of my mascara. Then a whimper follows. I look down as she stands on her back feet and scratches at my leg to pick her up. "Hey Sam. Is Mama's sweet girl awake from her nap?"

  I pick her up, hugging her against my mostly bare body; only covered by my bra and panties as I wait on Tynleigh to bring me an outfit as instructed. Again, one that makes me look older so there's no questions once I get on the inside, she said. I figured the smoky effect my eyes were screaming would take care of that, but obviously not. "I promise as soon as we get home I'll give you the attention you deserve, little lady. No more puppy sitting for a long time. It'll be just us three."

  I scratch her back and get a sandpaper tongue to the chin, making me laugh from the tickle. The apartment door opens and closes. It's heavier than the bedroom doors, making it a distinct sound. "Tynleigh?"

  I walk toward the bedroom door, almost smacking into a body. "Bitch, call me something besides Meredith again and see what happens."

  I stare at her, trying to figure out exactly what I'm looking at. "Meredith?"

  She grabs my cheeks in one hand, squeezing my lips into a pucker, and shakes my head from side-to-side. "Were you expecting someone else, hooker?"

  "Yeth," I say in a smothered sound from her clamping of the mouth adding a th sound.

  She lets go, that knowing Meredith grin on her face. Sam barks at her. "Calm down, princess. Not your turn."

  Then she narrows her eyes. Attitude it coming. "Do you really think you can fucking get married without me? I’m the queen of mischief. You didn't let it slip. Not even once. My innocent little bae is corrupt. Since I have to teach you everything, it's lesson time." Her hand starbursts, palm facing me. "There are five categories in which you fucking stalk me to make sure I know: the need to commit a crime, relationship status change, marriage, birth, and death. I do not appreciate your secrecy. I own you bitch. You're stuck with me till you die."

  "Did you really just call me bae?"

  I laugh. Her face hasn't cracked yet. "Desperate times call for desperate measure. Next time you keep something this important from me I will whoop your ass."

  "You're being a little psycho right now. Just a hare." I use my thumb and index finger as a measuring device.

  "Girl, this is mild. No one has seen the crazy I can emit and lived through to tell the stories. The world ain't ready for that."

  "Your southern is coming out."

  "Don't insult me."

  I start laughing. "Oh my god," I yell. "I've missed you."

  Tynleigh walks in. "You made it."

  Meredith winks at me in sarcasm. Yes, sarcasm. She has facials for every emotion. "I did. I owe you a few stiff drinks and a big fat vibrator," she says.

  "Wait. You are the one that called her?" I look at Tynleigh as she's nodding her head.

  "I did. When I found out Mom and Dad were coming for Saxton I asked him if there was someone you would want here even if you wouldn't admit it. When he gave me two names I called them. Victim number one has made her appearance."

  Of course he did. He's Saxton and it's thoughtful. How could I have not guessed that in the beginning? An exploding effect occurs in the left side of my chest, leaving a form of pain that I like.

  "Who's the second person?"

  "Sweet home Alabama," Meredith sings in the tune everyone knows.

  "Really? You're breaking out Lynard Skynard?" It all hits me like a bolt of lightening. "Ben is here!" I scream; a little too excited."

  "Yes, he's been instructed to go with the boys for the night."

  My face transforms. This situation finally unravels before me for what it is. "Is this going to be awkward?"

  "Is what going to be awkward?" Meredith asks.

  I look at Tynleigh. "No awkwardness, whatsoever," she says.

  "What fucking awkwardness?"

  "Bryant is here." The words fly out of my mouth with no remorse.

  "You bitch. You invited Bryant before me!"

  I shake my head; my mouth lined and pressed shut. "You really wouldn't believe it if I told you," I finally say.

  "You better fucking explain. I will stab you in the heart with your sword of betrayal."

  "He's fucking Tynleigh!" My hand flies to my mouth as I look between the two of them.

  Her and Tynleigh look at each other and Meredith starts laughing. "So?"

  "Why are you laughing? Ben will be with Bryant and you'll be here with Tynleigh. You four have shared people. It's like a weird swap."

  "My precious. You're so cute and innocent. Is it funny that it's coincidental, yeah . . . but he told me he was probably going to see a friend when I told him about Ben. I kept trying to tell you we were just friends with benefits. You were the one making it into something more. He never said New York or that it was Saxton's sister, just an old school friend. Funny how things work out, but I hardly expected him to be abstinent."

  "We actually just met a few days ago," Tynleigh clarifies. "The friend he's talking about is different."

  She looks between Tynleigh and I. "I swear this doesn't bother me. I only instantly loathe people Ben has hooked up with. It's a mental illness I caught long ago. My serum for sanity was indulging in a replacement, hence Bryant."

  "I feel like our friendship is a lie," I state. I make an O with my hand. "Zero fucking room to talk about secret keeping."

  "It's not my fault. You of all damn people should know there is always one dick better than the rest, whether you've actually had others or not. It's nothing personal. Plus, when we started age was an issue. He didn't want to get in trouble. Usually, the only time people can keep those kinds of secrets are when they're dead."

  "Don't you dare pretend it's just about the sex. I want to hear you admit it."

  "The sex is amazing. It's worth return visits."

  "Meredith Rose Love, admit it or I will discontinue this friendship and you will shrivel up and become a cat lady. No one else is crazy enough to put up with your shit forever."

  "I have no idea what you're talking about."

  I extend my arm, holding Sam closer to her. "Lie to those eyes."

  She looks at them. "For fucks sake, Kambry, don't punch me in the vagina. Please don't make me do it. I can't say it. Those razors will cut up my lady bits forever."

  "My heart is forgetting you already."

  Her head falls back for the dramatic person she is so she doesn't have to look me in the eyes. Acting really is her calling. "I love Ben Rivers. I always have."

  She wipes her tongue repetitively with her fingers. "Was that so hard?"

  "My mouth should be washed out with soap."

  "You really are a drama queen."


  "No, I'm a superstitious person. Once you admit to something it has the power to destroy you."

  "I need alcohol to deal with you in love."

  "See, you agree. It drives you to drinking."

  "I'm going to get your outfit, Kambry," Tynleigh says. "This shit reminds me of college days."

  "No! I brought her something from LA," Meredith interrupts.

  She rushes out of the room. "She's not normally this crazy." I think about that for a minute. "Okay, yes she is, but you'll learn to love her."

  Tynleigh laughs. "No big, sweets. She's great. I just meant if I'm going to referee I need to be drowning myself in shots so that it's a fair match." She winks. "Us old people have to have a head start or we spoil the mood."

  Meredith returns with a white one-shoulder dress. It looks short and tight. "Tonight is your last night to wear white."

  "Mer, I lost my virginity. That tradition doesn't count."

  She scoffs. "No one else knows that. Everyone is entitled to a scratch or freebie. One person is the same damn thing now days."

  "I agree with her there. Just put it on. We need to get going before the club reaches max capacity or he won't look the other way when you show your license. Cops are more likely to hang around. My connections in this city only go so far. Meet you two in the living room in twenty."

  Tynleigh walks out of the room, shutting the door behind her. "I still can't believe you were going to get married without telling me."

  "Water under the bridge."

  "No, it's flooded. This bridge will be out of service until it's cleared. You cannot do that to me again. I would have been devastated, Kam. I've supported this thing since the beginning. Just because I don't travel on the insta-love train doesn't mean I don't understand those that choose to ride on it. You're my best friend. I want to share in your joy the same as your heartbreak."

  Dammit. Of course I'm going to feel the ping of guilt. Her voice is clear, her jokes gone, and the face of a hurt best friend remains. "Okay. I didn't mean to leave you out." I shrug my shoulders. "It was just supposed to be a random event between me and him. The rest just happened."

  Her freshly manicured nails go to her mouth for a moment. Then, just like Meredith does when the conversation gets too serious for too long, her switch flips and she's back to her normal self: the crazy girl that ordinary people will never forget.

  I hold my phone out, front camera turned on, positioning Meredith and I in the middle of the screen. "Take a picture with me."

  The music is blaring and I’ve had two mixed drinks already. We've been here for about two hours and my buzz is now swarming my mind, my body relaxed, and I feel carefree. She uses her finger as an arrow, pointing at the Bride sash draped from shoulder to hip at my front. We smile together and I snap the photo, creating a still memory of my last night before I'm a married woman. Tomorrow I become a wife. It's sudden, but it's the perfect storm of crazy love.

  I ready the post for Tumblr:

  No greater surprise than the surprise of your best friend showing up for your bachelorette party! When she'll fly across the country to watch me walk down the aisle, I know she's a forever kind of love. You're my sister from another mister, Mer! Love you! #BestFriends #BacheloretteParty #Bride #PartyMode #GirlsNightOut #NewYorkLife #IWantToMoveHere #OverThePornHappy #ClubNights #FunTimes #MissinOurBoys #FeeningForTheEggplant #AllHailTheEggplant #HisDickIsBetterThanYours #LuckyGirl #LivinOurLoveStory #PornStarRomance

  Click here to view post.

  I post it and scroll down to the selfie I posted from the limo ride here, reading a few of the comments.

  Natedog28: Damn girl. You fine.

  LilaKay.Doug: Awe, beautiful Hun! Where's the sexy lover tonight?

  ArianaX: Love that dress!

  DirtyDom: Following from the Facebook post. Thanks for the tip. Look forward to the X-rated posts. -DD

  SinisterSlave(Just now): You look almost as good in person as you do in the photos. Deep by Blackstreet is fitting don't you think? I'd even say it's your theme song . . .

  I toss my phone on the table in front of me, my head whipping from side-to-side. My heart starts pounding against my chest. A bad feeling settles in my gut. This is starting to get really damn weird. Okay, we're past starting. It's been weird for a while. Surely it's coincidental . . .

  I go back to my most recent post to ensure I posted a photo and not a video. There is no play option, confirming I posted a photo. How did he know what song was playing? My body is starting to heat, even in this skimpy little dress. I feel kind of dizzy. I look around the room again, searching for any person within eyesight acting weird. Nothing. Everybody is occupied in some form, no one staring at me or lurking that I can see.

  "Kambry! Do this shot with me," Meredith says. I look at her. "You’ve got the drinking cheeks! Good girl." The funny thing: I'm quickly sobering from the fun buzz I had. I glance through my peripheral vision, but still see nothing. Maybe I'm being paranoid. Maybe I just need to be drunk. I'm supposed to be having fun.

  "Toast time," she says, handing me the tiny glass full of clear liquid. I take the shot glass from her and hold it in front of me to match Tynleigh and Meredith's positions, forming somewhat of a triangle.

  "What if I can't drink it?"

  "Chase it, love," Tynleigh says. "It's all about the aftertaste. Just open your throat, swallow, and chase it with your little fruity drink there."

  "Okay."

  Meredith clears her throat, I'm guessing to make sure she can yell over the music. "Kambry, my best friend and soul sister, may you and Saxton have all the happiness in the world, live happily ever after in your porn castle, and have lots of little babies after the reign of your sex careers." I roll my eyes. "And if he ever hurts you, I'm just a phone call away. I’ll bring the gun and you bring the shovel. Congrats, babe." She raises her glass an inch. "To weddings, marriage, and lovebird things."

  We tap our glasses together and shoot. I follow instructions, drowning my throat and swallowing without thought. My face puckers as the liquid fire runs down the back of my esophagus. I feel like I'm being poisoned. Grabbing my drink, I suck from the tiny straw as fast as I can, trying to mask the horrible taste.

  My phone vibrates against the wooden table in a burst of two, both short, signifying a text message. I look down and touch the banner message at the top of my screen and it takes me to the messaging box.

  Saxton: Having fun? Please say no . . .

  My face lights up. It's amazing how much I miss him when he's not with me, including days we've been together all day. I hit the reply bar with my thumb, pulling up the keyboard.

  Me: That depends. Lol. Why do you ask?

  Meredith grabs my phone out of my hand. "No ma'am. Tonight is girls' night. You can talk to him later. My god, woman. I'm seriously about to smack that huge grin off your face. It's not healthy. No person should be that happy all the fucking time."

  "Give me my phone, Mer. Seriously."

  She raises her brows. "Do you really want to battle being the Alpha? No one can defeat me. I am a champion."

  "Don't be a bitch. He's going to get upset if I don't answer. He didn't want to go as it is."

  "Fine. You have one opportunity to tell him you'll talk to him later. I never get you to myself anymore and it's only going to get worse after tomorrow. We're going to dance. If you try to be sly I'll fucking take it and put it in my purse."

  She hands it back to me, the screen still lit up with two messages on the lock screen, both from Saxton. I open them. The first one is a photo. I touch it to enlarge. It's a stage, a little dark, with a pole at the end. The girl is wearing a thong only, turned upside down as she holds the pole in her hands, her legs twisted around the top. I'm a little jealous I can't do that.

  Saxton: Is this what you wanted me to see?

  Me: Maybe . . . That girl has mad skills.

  Saxton: This isn't my thing.

  Me: Just have fun. I promise I won't be offended or hold it aga
inst you later if you do. I’m not that kind of girl. Meredith is confiscating my phone. I have to go. Please just relax. I love you.

  Saxton: Are any guys hitting on you?

  I smile.

  Me: And most people would think I was the jealous one . . .

  "You have five minutes. Wrap it up, sunshine."

  I cut my eyes at her, trying my best to give her the evil eye. "I'm going to circulate, loves. Come find me in a few," Tynleigh says, taking off with her drink in hand. My phone vibrates again.

  Saxton: I saw what you're fucking wearing. You're hot as hell. I just know what I have and any heterosexual man with a sex drive would look twice. You didn't answer the question.

  I force back the laugh trying to escape.

  Me: I really love your crazy moments, but no. I have not spoken to any members of the male species. You have nothing to worry about.

  Saxton: I love you.

  Me: I love you more. Gotta go. Have fun, baby. See you soon.

  Saxton: Never. And not soon enough.

  I return with the lipstick kiss emoji and put my phone away. "I'm all yours, but I'm taking my drink."

  She grabs my hand and pulls me so hard I barely have time to grab it before stumbling. Here we go . . .

  I'm drunk.

  The music goes in one ear and out the other, but no lyrics come from my mouth. It's taking focus to stand up straight. My hands grip Meredith's hips as she dances against my front with her back. Tynleigh comes and goes; at least I think. I'm not sure how long it's been since I saw her last. I suppose at some points she navigates to people closer to her age. I know she was dancing with a guy . . . if I'm not imaging it.

  I tighten my arm down on my purse, ensuring it's still there, resting against the crevice of my armpit. A body becomes flush with my backside. The lack of breasts pressed against my shoulder blades tells me it's a guy. I'm lost in the music, matching my body to the beat. "You're fucking hot."

  That voice sounds oddly familiar, though I don't know why. I shouldn't have drunk so much, but the sweet nectar they doused those drinks with was yummy. I move closer to Meredith, and the body behind me follows, not taking the hint. I can feel the denim of his jeans against my thighs at the bottom of my dress hem. The hard area presses into me.