Camp Paramore

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  Avery smiled and then laid his down slowly. “Mr. Jameson has full house, Aces over Jacks. Mr. Jameson is now in the lead,” Ethan said. Dorian stared at Avery’s cards and tapped the table with the middle finger on his right hand.

  “Well? Show your cards, Dorian. Don’t grandstand,” Avery demanded. But Dorian kept tapping.

  The tension in the room was insurmountable. I breathed in deeply.

  Dorian looked down at his cards, paused, then flipped them over on the table.

  “Royal Flush, Ace through ten of hearts. The winner of tonight’s Harley Ride is Dorian Macallan. Congratulations,” Ethan proclaimed.

  Avery sat emotionless, staring down at the cards.

  “$1.2 million dollars has been raised tonight. Mr. Macallan, what charity will you be donating to?” Ethan asked. Dorian looked to me.

  “Do you have a favorite charity, Aria?”

  “In honor of my father, I’d like to name the Wounded Soldier Project,” I said.

  Then Ethan continued. “Aria Mason has chosen to help the Wounded Soldier Project to help veterans. Thank you ladies and gentleman. Please enjoy the rest of your evening. The bar is open,” Ethan said. Everyone chuckled.

  Avery stood up from his chair. “Get dressed, Aria. I need to see you and Dorian both in my office right now,” he commanded. Avery turned on his heel and the crowd swallowed him up.

  Dorian helped me clean up and put me back into my little black dress, and then we made our way down the hall. I wasn’t looking forward to this. Why did he need to see Dorian and me together? It felt like we were in trouble again.

  I walked with Dorian to Avery’s office and we both fell quiet as we entered. Avery left the door open and sat staring at his laptop.

  Pierce stepped into the room and made his way to Avery’s side.

  “What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked.

  “Aria, why didn’t you turn your phone into security when you arrived this weekend?”

  “What makes you think I didn’t turn my phone in?” I replied, as I started shaking nervously.

  “Because Elmer and Luther found it in the hallway by your room when they were hanging the new fire extinguishers.” I cringed. Damn. I forgot to turn my phone in again. But how did anyone know?

  “Are you sure it was my phone?” I asked.

  He reached over his computer, unhooked my phone, and laid it on the table in front of me. Yep, that was mine.

  “Turning your phone in to security when you arrive is the protocol and that prevents things from happening like this,” Avery said, as he turned the monitor and showed a photo of us tonight at the casino.

  Dorian and I stared at his screen. I felt sick.

  “This was posted eight minutes ago,” Avery announced. “This photo was taken by your cell phone, Aria. The metadata links the photo to your phone and it is still in your photo folder.”

  The headline on the photo read ‘Dorian and his new leading lady playing strip poker at Sinful Casino.’ The photo showed Dorian sitting at the table in the foreground and my semi-blurry nude body sitting on his lap.

  “Did you mention to anyone that you still had your phone?” Avery asked.

  “I don’t remember. Uhh,” I said, feeling like someone just ran me over with a tractor. “Just Caitlyn. The terror twins overheard me talking about it a couple weeks ago. I don’t know who else.” I chewed on my lower lip. “Caitlyn wouldn’t do this would she? She loves this place,” I said. Last summer, I would have said something completely different. Could this get any worse? I swallowed back my nervousness.

  There was a light tapping at the door. Elias walked in followed by Travis. “Sir, you need to see this,” Elias said.

  Elias was carrying a large yellow envelope marked ‘Confidential’ with Avery’s name on it and handed it to him. He looked inside and pulled the contents out into the open.

  Avery quickly thumbed through them and then slammed a stack of photos onto his desk. The photos were of Dorian and me in intimate poses over the past month and they were all time-stamped from my phone. I suddenly felt nauseous. Yep, it just got worse.

  Someone was watching us in our private moments. My boyfriend now had to bear witness, while another man seduced me, pleasured me, fucked me, and then someone used my cell to upload the photos to the web. All because I was careless and didn’t turn my phone into the front desk like all the other guests. I thought I was special being Avery’s girlfriend and that the rules didn’t apply to me.

  “Tor is sending us a message,” Avery said softly. “He didn’t release these other photos to the web on purpose. They all show Aria’s face clearly enough. It’s almost like he’s protecting her in some sick way.” Dorian seemed rather unphased, like he wasn’t surprised at all.

  “Bloody hell. You need to rein in your girlfriend, mate. She needs to be punished for disobeying the rules. If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll handle it for you. I want to cash in on our bet and have Aria stay with me tonight. That way I can make sure she gets properly disciplined,” Dorian said.

  “Get out. Both of you,” Avery said quietly through gnashed teeth, as he stared down at the photos. We both exited Avery’s office in eerie silence. We were halfway down the hall when I turned to Dorian.

  “That was cruel saying that to Avery just then. He was looking for our help and he was trying to help you not end up in the press,” I exclaimed.

  “You forget your place, Luv,” Dorian answered back through a clenched jaw. “I won a night with you fair and square and no bleeding press leaks are going to stop that.”

  “I’m not staying with you tonight. Now is not the time for grandstanding bullshit! Tor means business and we’ve got to stop him. I’m staying in my room tonight. Alone!” I said, pointing my finger directly into Dorian’s chest.

  “Okay…okay. Don’t get your bloody panties scrunched up,” Dorian said.

  “I’m not. At least, not tonight,” I said, as I stormed off and headed to my room. I could feel Dorian’s eyes on me as I moved down the hallway. I needed some time alone to process all of this. This whole thing was a complete disaster.

  The reality was, the big bad wolf was knocking at the door and I didn’t want to answer.

  Avery said once that chess was a game of great minds. I thought now, that we were all pawns and we were all about to see how brutal checkmate could be.

  ∞

  CHAPTER 22

  PAYPHONE

  Tuesday Morning, November 27th

  On Tuesday, I left my Microbiology exam feeling a little relieved that I could answer most of the questions. I was hoping that I passed this one.

  When I got back to my room last Saturday, I pulled out my books and started studying. Being in Avery’s office sobered me right up and left me with nothing to occupy my time except books. This semester sucked. I felt like I was drowning. I was glad that it was almost over.

  I headed through the KSU parking lot. My phone rang with the guttural sound of a Tardis, indicating that I had a text as I climbed into my car.

  “Can’t wait to see you,” it read.

  “Who is this?” I texted.

  “It’s Dorian. I guess you didn’t put my number in your phone yet. I figured as much. Now you have it. This weekend you’ll have a lot to make up for after cheating me out of my night with you last weekend. You ruined my fantasy and I want repayment.”

  “Did you text me just to bitch at me? I finally had a decent exam and you’re not going to ruin my good mood. Where are you anyway?” I texted.

  “I’m on a private jet about to take off for Vancouver. I only have a couple scenes to film this week,” he texted.

  “Shouldn’t you be putting your phone away before you take off?” I answered.

  “Before I go, I need to tell you that the Prison theme party is this weekend, and because you’ve been getting a little defiant lately, I have decided to take things up a notch. I want you to experience everything BDSM has to offer and this fantasy involves
restraint. I want you to think about my cock buried deep inside you from behind, while you are handcuffed, and locked in a prison cell.”

  I gulped and squeezed my legs together. “Okay,” I replied as my face reddened.

  “The warrant for your arrest will be issued sometime between now and Saturday night. My fantasy will continue until I’ve had my fill and you’ve repaid me for last weekend. Just let the anticipation of you being taken build and excite you until your orgasm sets you free. Do you consent to my fantasy?”

  “Okay,” I texted, feeling high all of a sudden. Jesus, Dorian was taking this to a whole new level. What if Avery finds out that Dorian has taken our relationship out of Paramore?

  “That’s not a yes or no, Aria.” I could feel his authority through his text.

  “Yes.” I shivered, but not from the cold. It was because Dorian just seduced me through a text. He had me all hot and bothered by his mere words. He owned me.

  My phone rang and I startled out of my trance.

  “Hello?” I answered.

  “Are you wet for me, Luv?” Dorian said.

  “You’re an evil man. But to answer honestly, yes,” I replied. “Are you hard thinking about me?” I asked.

  “Hard as granite,” he replied. “Where are you right now?” Dorian’s electric voice pulsed in my ear.

  “In my car.”

  “Can anyone see you?” he asked.

  “No, the windows are frosted over,” I replied.

  “Good, I want you to slip your fingers into your panties and rub your clit for me,” he demanded. I know he heard my intake of breath.

  “Can others hear what you’re saying?” I asked sheepishly.

  “I’m in the bathroom of the airplane. Your sudden defiance has turned me on, Aria. Nobody ever talks back to me and I want to fuck you so bad for it, but we have to make this quick, Luv,” he said endearingly. My body grew warm immediately.

  I scanned the windows to make sure no one could see me and then unbuttoned my jeans. I slipped my hand inside and began rubbing my clit. I moaned as I thought of Dorian taking over and continuing with his tongue.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said. I heard him suck in a breath of his own. He was touching himself while listening to me.

  “Imagine that you’re stroking my cock while I’m spreading your wetness all over your clit with my tongue. Can you feel me?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said, feeling the numbness take over my legs and move up to my core. “Dorian, please,” I begged.

  “You want me to fuck you, Aria?”

  “Yes,” I gushed. “I want you inside me.” I heard him groan and I picked up my pace.

  “I’m close… so very close,” Dorian breathed. I whimpered and rose with him.

  “You’d like my cock to punish you, wouldn’t you, Luv?’

  “Yes,” I moaned. “You like the feel of me all around you?” I asked.

  “Yes,” his reply came out softly. His orgasm was so close.

  “Cum for me, Aria. Let me hear you,” his raspy voice said. I threw my head back, pressed harder on my clit, and then slid a finger inside my pussy. I imagined his hard shaft pounding into me. I cried out and let the waves overtake my body. I kept rubbing as Dorian groaned into the phone, and it was as if he was there sitting next to me in the car. As I listened to his climax, I imagined the beautiful strain on his face like he always had when he was letting go inside of me. In my mind’s eye, I could see his beautiful hand riding up and down along his large manhood as he ejaculated, spilling his crème all over his shaft and using it as lube to prolong his ecstasy.

  I quivered and shook. My body was on fire. My face flushed with pure orgasm.

  “Jesus, Aria. What are you doing to me?”

  I giggled. “Feel better?”

  He chuckled. “Yes. Much better. But are you still going to let me punish you this weekend?”

  “Yes,” I replied in between my deep breaths.

  “Gotta run, Luv, someone’s been banging on the door for two minutes now. I think I’m holding up take off.”

  “See you soon, Dorian.”

  “I love hearing you say my name,” he said in a moment of weakness. He cleared his throat. “See you this weekend,” his voice echoed through the phone as he disconnected.

  I was still leaning back in my seat with my hand down my pants and my fingers inside me. I slipped them out and found a napkin to wipe my fingers off. My smile deepened as I turned on the defroster and saved his contact information in my phone. I was glad that no one saw that. I was happy I was Dorian’s housegirl. He made me feel special.

  As the frost from the windshield melted and I had a clear view of the world around me, I couldn’t help but notice the similarities. Dorian made all of my problems melt away. He helped me see things clearer. The heat we had between us could melt even the thickest ice.

  I pulled out of the Kent State parking lot not caring about the results of my exams. The only thing on my mind was Dorian’s fantasy that had now spilled out into the real world. I quivered with excitement. I hadn’t been this excited in a long time. Jesus, the man knew how to get to me.

  On the way home, I stopped by a gas station. I pulled up to the gas pump, pulled out my cell, and checked my account balance before I got out. Even with dating Avery, my funds had been low this semester. I had used up most of my savings.

  When I took in the amount that I had, my eyes almost burst out of my head. How the hell did I have that much money? There was $20,000 more in my account than there should be. What the fuck? I tapped on the screen to see that there were deposits made every week and when I saw where the deposits came from, I nearly fainted. Jameson International.

  I quickly did the math in my head. I had been Dorian’s housegirl for five weekends. If you counted Fridays and Saturdays, that meant that I made four thousand dollars a weekend, or two thousand dollars a day. I didn’t know what made me feel worse, the fact that I was paid to have sex with Dorian, or the fact that Avery, my boyfriend, paid me to do it. I was fuming.

  ∞

  CHAPTER 23

  EAST BOUND & DOWN

  Thursday Afternoon, November 29th

  When Thursday came, I packed to head out the door after my latest exam. It was the last weekend in November, my eighth weekend at Paramore. I dressed in my black Yoga pants, coral workout jacket, and running shoes. I was so angry with Avery for paying me. It took everything I had not to call him and tell him off, but I wanted to do it in person. I was tired of being treated like the villain when I was trying to help him.

  Between Avery paying me and Dorian’s prison fantasy, I was sure I failed my Chemistry exam this morning, and what made things worse was that I couldn’t even remember how many Friday classes I had missed this semester. They had really gotten into my head, so I planned on missing yet another. They both had me angered and titillated at the same time.

  I wanted to get to Paramore as quick as I could so I could look Avery in the eye when I made him take his money back. I considered what I was doing swinging with Dorian, but apparently, Avery thought it was something else or he wouldn’t have thought he needed to pay me. Fuck him for thinking I’d take his money. If Dorian were here right now, I’d fuck him out of spite.

  Yesterday, I headed to class and walking towards me were two younger guys in charcoal trench coats. As they approached, my throat tightened. I thought for sure they were Dorian’s henchmen coming to take me away. I screamed at them when they got too close and whipped open their coats.

  Turned out, they were going to flash me as part of some fraternity hazing ritual. I burst out laughing when I realized they weren’t after me, but I think I really embarrassed them because, as it turned out, it was cold that morning and they had massive shrinkage. I apologized for laughing as they bolted away from me, but I think I crushed their egos. I hoped they would get into whatever frat they were pledging.

  Anticipation got the better of me as I got out onto I-80 headed toward Pennsylvania an
d gunned it. I crossed over into PA when I saw the flashing red lights of the state police behind me. I was easily doing 95mph and that’s only because I slowed down to take a curve.

  I sighed and pulled to the side of the highway. Two immaculately dressed troopers approached my car, one on each side. Their muted gray uniforms were set off only by the sparkling sunlight that reflected off their badges. I rolled down my window to greet the first officer while the other one stood off to the rear of the car.

  “License and registration please,” he said. “Miss, are you aware how fast you were driving?”

  “Not exactly, sir,” I responded. His nametag read Brian. He was average height, and muscular.

  “Miss, we clocked you at ninety-five as you came around that ridge,” he said, pointing at the stretch of open road behind me.

  “Well, officer, it’s a good thing I slowed down then because I was going a whole hell of a lot faster than that,” I said as I winked at him. His stone face never cracked a smile. Did you ever have one of those days when everything was fine until you opened your mouth? Fuck!

  “Please step out of the car, miss,” Officer Brian said as his right hand rested on top of his pistol grip and he took two steps back. The other officer moved across the back of the car. His reflection appeared menacing in my rear view mirror as he stood back there.

  “Honest officer I didn’t mean to…”

  “Please step out of the car now!” he commanded.

  “But why…” I wanted to reason with him, but before I knew what was happening, he opened my door, and began tugging at my arm. I instinctively locked onto my steering wheel and gripped tightly. His hands slid quickly down my body until he was grasping at my foot trying to pull me out of my car. He pulled my leg high and tight against his chest as he stepped backward and I struggled to remain in the car.

  “I think we got a wild one here, Dave!” he shouted to the other officer who called into his chest radio as he moved in my direction. I couldn’t make out his words so I just started screaming in terror…