Camp Paramore

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  Avery’s eyes were looking over the crowd as he held my hand. He was looking for someone as I chugged my drink. Damn, I needed another one.

  Avery’s warm hand moved to my lower back and he pulled me closer to his side. It was so weird seeing all these celebrities dressed so nice now that I knew that most of them were extremely kinky, but then why else would they be here.

  We made our way to the far side of the room through the throngs of people to the tables set up in the restaurant. Within seconds, a sexy woman sauntered to our table ready to take our order.

  Avery ordered filet mignon, I got a cheeseburger with extra bacon, and then we got refills of our drinks. Why was I so nervous?

  Avery took both my hands. “What is it?” Avery asked.

  “I don’t feel like I belong here,” I replied.

  “You belong with me. That’s all that matters,” he said, holding my gaze.

  “How do you manage all of this opulence?”

  “I mix it up. In the summer, if you remember, I spent most of my time at Camp Jameson. I would only work here part of the time, like if we were building new theme rooms or making special preparations for VIPs.”

  “So, that’s why you would disappear at times.”

  “You noticed,” his lip curved up on one side. I smiled. “There’s that beautiful smile I love.” The warm look in his eyes said it all. “After we eat I have a surprise for you.”

  Sara and Colt joined us at the table. Sara’s eyes were bright with anticipation and intrigue.

  “Isn’t this place amazing!” she said. Colt just finished giving her the tour and now she was studying all the celebs and radiating with glee.

  Our food arrived quicker than I even thought was possible. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I bit into my burger. Sweet baby Jesus, it was good.

  Just as we finished, Jenna strolled by and winked at me. She had a tall gentleman on her arm that I swore was a famous actor.

  I was ripped from my people watching when familiar faces came into view and I squealed in excitement.

  “Oh my God.” I stood just as Ethan wrapped me in a big bear hug. He kissed my forehead and set me back down to my feet.

  Wren followed right behind him. They both were wearing black pants and black vests with their arms bare. Both of them were more muscular than when I saw them last. Their shaggy dark hair and soft brown eyes gleamed back at me, and then my eyes fell on Sienna beaming back at me.

  I smiled wider and rushed into her arms. She wore her auburn hair in large, loose curls and her blue eyes were warming.

  “Don’t be so greedy. It’s my turn,” Sean’s voice filled my ears. I chuckled as he kissed me on the lips and hugged me. Sean’s dirty blonde hair was cut short and his hazel eyes sizzled like always. Then my eyes fell to Travis.

  “I’m so glad you’re here. Maybe now this guy can get his shit together. He’s been awfully distracted lately and I think most of it’s been him missing you,” Travis said, slapping his hand over Avery’s shoulder. His voice was laced with humor, but I could see some seriousness in his hazel eyes when he looked at Avery.

  “We need to meet when you get time, to go over some security concerns,” Travis said.

  “After dinner,” Avery said shortly. “This is Aria’s first night here and Dorian is meeting me at nine. We’ll meet afterwards.”

  “All right,” Travis sighed.

  My eyes fell on Maya and widened as I took in her attire.

  “You like?” Maya asked, holding her hands out for me to see her outfit.

  “What is it?” I asked as everyone laughed. She was clad in tight black latex with heels as sharp as needles and a tightly clenched black corset. She looked like she just walked off the set of an Underworld movie.

  “I’m a dominatrix. I’m sorry I can’t stay and catch up with you. I left Tate Channers tied to a rack in the dungeon,” she grinned. “I wanted to teach him patience so I thought I’d make him sweat it out a little before I unleashed true pain on him with just a little sprinkling of my vagina.”

  My mouth fell open and she winked at me. Tate Channers was in the last action film Sara and I watched together, and now he was tied up somewhere in the dungeon about to be spanked like a fat five year old throwing a tantrum at a Danish bakery.

  “Are you serious?” I asked.

  “Yep,” she giggled. “Don’t worry. My dungeon padawan is watching over him. It’s part of his fantasy to submit to my volition,” she wiggled her eyebrows. Maya hugged me and I couldn’t hold back my laugh as my hands stuck to her latex jumpsuit. Then as she was leaving, she gave Sara a big hug.

  “We’ll talk wedding plans later, then?” Sara smiled.

  “Yes. I’ll see you all in a little bit,” Maya said, and then turned away.

  I stared at her graceful apple-shaped bottom as she made her way toward the elevators. She must have had a hard time breathing in that cat suit.

  I sat back down next to Avery and everyone fell into a low hum of chitchat trying to catch up on everything that had happened since I’d seen them last. I missed them.

  “So, Aria. We’ll be seeing more of you then?” Ethan asked.

  “Yes, this place is awesome,” I said. “Why are you two dressed like male strippers?”

  “We’re houseboys,” Ethan said. “On Fridays, we have houseboy training, and on Saturdays we are at our guest’s disposal. After the last Camp Jameson session, Avery called us and offered us houseboy positions here at Paramore. It would seem he had a need for some extra studly gentlemen.”

  “Oh yea!” Wren said, high fiving his twin brother.

  “Now we get to party with these super rich goddesses,” Ethan continued.

  “It’s the best fucking job ever…unless you get a really big-boned mistress,” Wren added. Ethan rolled his eyes.

  “When have you ever been picky about women?” Ethan teased. Wren smiled widely like a kid in a candy store.

  “Tis’ true,” Wren replied.

  “What exactly does a houseboy have to do?” I asked.

  “Anything our mistress want us to,” Wren said. Ethan snickered.

  “We get a lot of women who request twins,” Ethan added.

  “Oh,” I mouthed as my face reddened.

  “This must be what heaven’s like,” Wren said as he high fived his brother again obnoxiously.

  I smiled, knowing that I had sampled both their candy. Their guests were lucky to taste these two. They were gorgeous specimens and I was happy to see them enjoying themselves.

  I felt Avery’s warm touch on my hand and his gentle squeeze as I listened to the kinky things Ethan and Wren had already experienced in their first month of camp.

  I had to laugh because they spent so much time together that they were even finishing each other’s sentences. They were glowing from all the sex they were having.

  Avery leaned over and kissed me on the temple as I listened to the fun stories my friends told of their time here.

  A twenty-nine year old congressman who had a foot fetish had requested Sienna. She couldn’t keep a straight face as she told the story.

  I sat and listened, intrigued, unable to imagine the naughty things that went on here.

  Sean was serving a young Hollywood actress today named Mandy Candylane. He was her personal happy ending masseuse. He told us stories that made me blush. She was into all kinds of torrid kinky chattels. Oh my God, Mandy Candylane loved pony play. I had to laugh. She was someone I had admired and had some great romantic movies that I loved.

  Just then, Avery leaned over and pulled my lips to his. The kiss deepened and soon the entire table was hooting at our intimate exchange.

  “I can’t believe you two look so hot together,” Sienna said, tucking a loose strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. “I’m so happy for you,” she whispered.

  Just then, a man strode by us and quirked his head to Sienna. She nodded and rose to her feet.

  “Duty calls,” she quipped. “My Master want
s to masturbate with my feet. He pays extra for those sessions. See you guys later,” she called over her shoulder.

  “Excuse me, Avery?” I heard a grave female voice and I stiffened. Now I recognized the voice who laughed at my tumble earlier. No! This couldn’t really be happening. No fucking way, I said to myself.

  “Avery, do you have a minute? Mr. Taylor wants a word with you,” Caitlyn said, brushing her hand down Avery’s arm in an intimate manner.

  She still looked like a fake blonde Barbie doll. I couldn’t control my reaction to her if I tried. I hated this woman. I spent most of my summer trying to one-up her. She was so conceited and stuck up that I loathed her.

  Avery ran his hand down my back trying to smooth my hardened muscles. I didn’t relax, knowing that I was face to face with a deceitful bitch that slept with Avery barely a few months ago.

  “Yes, of course,” he said in his professional manner. “How are you finding everything at your stay here?”

  I took in Chase Taylor’s tall chiseled frame and couldn’t believe I was in the presence of the newest actor in the British agent movies. He was such a badass.

  “Perfect,” Chase boasted. “The dungeon is beyond anything I could ever imagine. I can’t wait to tell a few of my friends,” he said in a deep Cardiff accent. He was barely thirty, radiated confidence and he couldn’t take his eyes off Caitlyn.

  “Chase, this is my girlfriend, Aria,” Avery’s voice purred. Chase leaned over and shook my hand. “And our friends, Sara and Colt,” he added.

  “The pleasure is mine,” he said not releasing my hand and kissing the back of it like a gentleman. “Are you free anytime during my stay?” he asked me.

  “Unfortunately, Aria is only here on the weekends. And she is not an employee. But thank you for your compliment,” Avery interceded.

  “Too bad,” Chase said. Caitlyn stiffened at his side but he didn’t seem to notice. “Well, I’ll leave you to enjoy your night,” he added.

  Sara’s knee was bouncing up and down. “That was Chase Taylor. Oh my God! I just met Chase Taylor. I am coming here every weekend with you, Aria. Colt, are you sure I can’t work here on the weekends?” she pouted.

  “We can visit most weekends,” he said.

  “Deal,” she perked up and went back to people watching. “Let’s go to the bar and get a drink. I want to see whom else I can meet,” she said, pulling Colt to his feet. He waved as Sara dragged him away.

  After they left, I tried to fight back my frustration but it just burst out. “You hired Caitlyn as a housegirl?” I hissed.

  Avery turned toward me and threw his arm over the back of his chair. “Yes. She applied before camp was over last session. She was more than qualified.”

  “Was that before of after you fucked her?” I seethed.

  “Can you guys excuse us,” Avery said, looking to everyone at the table. Everyone quickly scattered. Cowards.

  “How could you bring her here?”

  “She’s more than qualified to be a housegirl,” Avery repeated. And then I repeated my sarcasm.

  “How so, by sucking your cock?”

  Avery swiped his tongue through his cheek at my statement. “She was a playboy bunny, she spent time at the bunny ranch. She has stamina that any man would beg for. She’s a good fit here, whether you want to hear it or not,” he replied.

  I gripped my fingernails into the palms of my hands and guffed then rose from my chair. This night was not ending like I’d hoped.

  Avery stood and grabbed my arm. I looked down at his hand on my arm. I pulled my arm from his hold and turned toward the entrance. I didn’t make eye contact with anyone as I let my heels click across the atrium toward Elias, the butler, hoping he would quickly open the door.

  “Aria, wait,” Avery’s hard voice called out.

  I kept walking. Avery closed the space between us with his long stride and spun me towards him just as the DJ welcomed everyone to the Harvest Ball and the music started pumping. The lights were turned down low and the people were dancing to a song I didn’t recognize.

  “I’m a business man, Aria. I saw the potential in her and I hired her for her sex skills. Nothing more, I promise you that,” he said.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Just take me home, please,” I said heavily, but my voice was drowned out from the music.

  “I can’t. Dorian is meeting me here any minute,” he said. “Please, Aria, I need you with me on this.”

  “I can’t do this right now.” I turned on my heel and rushed to the dance floor. I needed to release my frustration. I needed to dance. I looked over to Avery as he started towards me and I shook my head. He frowned and I turned my back to him. I needed to put some distance between my anger and Avery right now. How could he hire her of all people?

  I lifted my arms above my head and swayed my hips to the music. Another song switched over with a deep bass and I let my mind go and let the music move me. I let my shoulders relax and closed my eyes. That’s when I felt unfamiliar hands come up from behind me. I didn’t care who it was. I just went with it.

  He ground his hips into mine and I let my head fall back to enjoy it. My eyes flickered open and I was surprised to see Avery standing just a few inches away on the dance floor scowling at my dance partner and me.

  “You done?” Avery asked.

  “No,” I said like an errant child.

  He ran his hand over his jaw trying to keep his anger in check but I could see his jaw was clenched. The man behind me stopped dancing but kept his hands on my lower hips.

  Avery grumbled and walked closer to us, and the man behind me chuckled.

  “Aria, I’d like to introduce you to Dorian Macallan,” he said, extending his hand out for me to take in a serious gesture. I took it, and then turned to find Dorian smirking valiantly at both of us.

  “Dorian, this is my girlfriend, Aria.” I’m not sure I’d ever heard him say that so emphatically.

  “Aria, it’s such a pleasure. I’ve heard so much about you, but nothing could have prepared me. You’re breathtaking, Luv,” he said in a heavy British accent.

  “Oh my…I didn’t know you were British. You carry your American accent so well in the movies,” I said, inhaling his compliment as Dorian’s eyes looked over me, twice.

  “My father was British and my mother was American. I spent my childhood in London and moved to Vancouver a few years ago to pursue my acting.”

  Avery put his arm around me in a possessive manner as I suddenly felt the tension grow between them. I was a sucker for British accents.

  “I have a table waiting,” Avery said authoritatively.

  Dorian nodded then we made our way from the dance floor through the dining area to a quieter section of the room.

  Avery pulled out a chair for me to sit in and I lowered myself into it and wiped my sweaty palms on the front of my dress. Was it hot in here or was it just me?

  Avery sat down next to me as Dorian sat on the other side of the table from me. His dark brown hair was mussed up like he just ran his hand through it. God, he was sexier in person than on the big screen.

  I ordered a shot of Jameson whiskey and another chocolate martini while I sat politely with them as Avery and Dorian fell into small talk about how he was settling into his suite.

  “Is everything to your liking so far?” Avery asked.

  “Certainly. Your place is wicked and I can’t wait to sample the local cuisine,” Dorian said, as his eyes met mine and held steady for about four seconds before they retreated to Avery’s.

  “Your housegirls have been assigned and are ready to go. If you want to make any changes in your staff, I’ll make sure it happens and that your needs are cared for,” Avery said.

  Dorian’s eyes shifted to mine again. They were golden brown and I couldn’t help but notice the bewitching look in them. “I already fancy a change, mate,” Dorian said finally looking back at Avery.

  Avery pulled his lips into a tight line. My eyes kept shifting back a
nd forth between Avery and Dorian trying to get a read on what was really happening between them. I thought this was supposed to be a casual meeting. Something was wrong. The tension was palpable.

  Avery’s cellphone rang and he excused himself from the table and stepped a few feet away just out of earshot.

  Dorian’s heated look did nothing to calm my nerves as I waited impatiently for Avery to return. Even in a room full of money Dorian’s suit stood out and screamed of wealth. His look was immaculate. He unnerved me as if I were little red riding hood lost in the forest with the harvest moon hanging overhead. His gaze rattled me as if I’d just met the wolf all the villagers warned me about. What the fuck was happening here?

  Avery finally reappeared at our table. “I’m sorry but I have to tend to some security details. Can we finish this later?” Avery said in a frustrated tone.

  Dorian broke into a mischievous smile. “Sure, I was just about to ask Aria for a dance anyway.”

  Avery narrowed his eyes at him. Dorian snickered.

  “I will be the perfect gentleman,” he said in his thick British accent. “I’ll keep her company until you return,” he added.

  Avery scanned my face and I nodded. I’m not sure why I did that but I wanted to calm the tension.

  “I won’t be long,” he said, leaning down and brushing a soft kiss over my lips, and then he was gone.

  “Come, my Luv,” Dorian said in a silky voice. I let him guide me by the hand to the dance floor when a slow song came on. His hand caressed my lower back and brought me closer. I stiffened.

  “You don’t seem to like me very much, Aria.”

  “I wouldn’t say that. We’ve only just met, I don’t know you yet.”

  “I have a few ways that could help with that,” he said dipping me backward then back up again holding me tightly as we dance in a slow semi-circle.

  “Funny.”

  “What I’m thinking doesn’t involve humor. It involves you breathing hard and calling out my name.”

  I swallowed hard trying not to show him how much those words were affecting me. His eyes lit up and he lowered his head toward me.

  “If I didn’t know better, I would say you like the sound of that.”