“Linton, can I speak to you outside for a moment?” I say.
He nods and stands up, walking over to the door. He stands outside and leans against the wall, waiting for me. I smile at the other clients.
“I’m sorry about this,” I say. “I’ll just be a moment.”
I walk outside and close the door. Finally, he looks at me with shame filled eyes.
“Why didn't you tell me?” I ask him when I get outside.
“Because I didn't think you want anything to do with me if you knew,” he mutters.
I shake my head. “You really thought I’d care?”
“Most people do,” he insists. “Whether they want to admit it or not.”
“And you still though that, once you’d gotten to know me?” I ask.
“No, but it was too late then,” he mutters. “If I told you the truth after I’d been lying to you, then you definitely wouldn’t want to speak to me.”
“But it makes no difference to me,” I say.
“You thought I worked here,” he says, frowning at me. “I didn’t even realize you thought that at first, but then I just went along with it.”
“That’s why you couldn’t meet me for a drink,” I realize. “When were you planning on telling me?”
“Honestly?” he asks. “I wasn't. My therapy finishes next week.”
“And what was your plan when you suddenly weren’t here anymore?” I ask. “What were you going to tell me then?”
He frowns at me. “I hadn’t considered that.”
I shake my head. “I just wish that you could’ve been honest with me.”
“Like you’re being honest with Cameron?” he asks.
I frown at him. “It’s hardly the same thing,” I retort.
“True. You’re not in love with me,” he replies.
I laugh. “You think I’m in love with Cameron? That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” he asks as I glare at him. “Have you kissed him again, yet?” I flush. He studies me closely, and then his eyes light up. “You’ve gone even further, haven’t you? You’ve slept with him.”
“How did we go from you lying to me, to this?” I grumble.
I glance back at the group, remembering what I’m supposed to be doing.
“Let’s talk after this, okay? I have to get back in there before your sister blows a fuse,” I sigh. A thought hits me. “I think your sister did this, so I’d find out,” I say, frowning. “Why else would put me with a group that I have no experience with?”
I take a deep. I’ll deal with her later. Right now, I need to lead this therapy session. I hold the door open and look at Linton. He hesitates and then shakes his head.
“I think it’s best if I sit this one out,” he says. “It feels too weird participating with you there.”
I nod. I don’t like the idea of him leaving because of me, but I understand. All eyes are on me as I walk over to the group and sit down. I smile brightly at them. Some smile back, some don’t react at all.
“Hi everyone,” I say, giving a small wave. “My name is Darcy. I'll be leading your session today.”
* * *
The session runs pretty smoothly, considering it was my first. After I’m done, the first thing I do is try to find Linton. I just want to make sure he’s okay, but I can’t find him anywhere. I frown, out of ideas. I turn around when someone calls my name. Sarah smiles at me.
“Did you figure it out?” she asks. Her smile widens. “You did, didn’t you?”
“You mean did I realize your brothers is a client?” I nod. “Yes, I figured it out. Do you have any idea how awkward you just made that for your brother?” I ask. I shake my head at the sour look on her face. “Do you even care?”
“Excuse me?” She glares at me. “Don’t you stand there and ask me if I care about my brother,” she snaps. “Of course I do. I’m the whole reason he's in here in the first place.”
“I bet you are,” I mutter. Her face goes red.
“I meant that I organized for him to have treatment here,” she retorts. “Not that I put him here.”
“I’m just saying that there were about a million better ways you could've handled that,” I sigh. “If you wanted me to know so badly, you could’ve saved him the embarrassment and just told me. All you did was make things harder for him.”
I glance at my watch and sigh. Thank fuck it’s nearly lunch time.
That’s it.
I walk outside and sure enough, he’s sitting under my tree.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
He looks up, and then he smiles at me as I sit down.
“You’re weird with me now,” he murmurs.
I laugh. “It’s nothing to do with you,” I assure him. “It’s just with you being a client, I’m not even sure if I’m allowed to talk to you.”
“Oh, come on, Darcy. It’s not a cult,” he snaps. “You can talk to who you want to talk to. It’s not like you’re dragging me into your office for sex.”
“As far as some people around here are concerned, I might as well be,” I reply. I’m only half joking. “I promise you, we’re still friends. That hasn’t changed at all,” I assure him. “We just might need to lay low till you get out of here. Especially if your sister has a problem with me.”
“My sister?” he repeats, looking confused.
“It’s a long story,” I say, shaking my head.
“Okay, fine.” He nods. “But I’m taking you up on that drink you offered to buy me.”
“I never offered you a drink,” I say, laughing.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m a compulsive liar. Among other things.” Then he laughs. “I’m only joking. Or am I?”
“Well, it’s not like I’m in the position to have a go at you for lying to me,” I smirk. “I feel like that’s all I’ve done recently. Lie to people.”
“Cameron?” he asks. I nod. “How’s that going? he asks.
I wince. “Let’s just say things are becoming quite complicated…”
“Because you slept with him?” he asks. “Was it just once?”
I shake my head. “It’s been many, many times. All in one night.”
“So how did you go from hating him, to sleeping with him?” He chuckles.
“Oh, I didn’t tell you?” I grin. “I’ve seen a whole new side to him. He’s crossdressing, now.”
Linton laughs. “Say what? Crossdressing? I’m guessing there’s more to that story?”
“Yep,” I laugh. “Much more. He actually wears a dress pretty well,” I admit.
“Ah, so you’re being supportive of his choices?” He smirks.
“I’m doing much more than being supportive.” I giggle.
“So you really are a kinky bitch,” he teases, shaking his head.
“Says the guy who has a thing for men dressed up as animals?” I fire back. “Honestly? I just want the games to be over, because I’m not sure if he really likes me, or if it’s just part of the game.”
Linton nods. “So, talk to him about it?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. I frown, trying to remember if clients are allowed phones, or not.
“What’s your email address?” he asks.
I tell him. “Why?” I ask.
“Because I just sent you two tickets to a festival. It’s for this weekend and for obvious reasons, I can’t go. I have overnight accommodation in a ritzy hotel nearby, too.” He grins. “Take Cameron and sort your shit out.”
“What’s the festival?” I ask, instantly suspicious.
He grins at me. “It’s called Weird AF.”
“Weird AF?” I repeat.
“Yeah. As in Weird As Fuck?” he explains.
I shrug. Going somewhere to figure all of this out isn’t the worst idea, because I’m losing track of who’s playing who. One of us has to give in, otherwise this is going to go on forever. Besides, what can go wrong at a festival that calls itself weird as fuck?
* * *
“Are you excited?
” I ask.
It’s Friday night, and we’re almost in San Diego, which is just a few miles from where the festival is being held. Cam gives me a look, which makes me laugh. Something tells me he’s not really looking forward to this.
“Excited? I’m expecting to be chained to the ceiling and whipped on the ass in front of a crowd of people,” he comments, his voice dry. “So no, I’m not particularly excited.”
“No, you have to pay extra for that,” I quip.
“Anyway, I’m not sure excited is the right word.” He thinks for a moment. “Terrified? Yes. Nervous? Yes, but excited? Not so much.”
He shifts, the uncomfortable expression on his face making me wonder what he’s got on under those jeans. I’m picturing white lace and not much coverage, which makes me giggle at the thought.
“What?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Nothing,” I say.
“Bullshit,” he retorts. “You have that look on your face.”
“I’m just picturing what you’re wearing under those jeans…”
He smirks at me. “You find it hot when I wear women’s underwear, don’t you?”
I gasp. “I do not…well, maybe a little,” I admit.
It’s a kink I never even knew I had.
“Guess I’m dirtier than I gave myself credit for,” I say, shrugging. I glance down and laugh. “Look how hard you are,” I tease. “It’s the undies, right? The way that lace is rubbing on your balls is really doing it for you?”
“Or maybe it’s just the fact that you’re so into it that’s making me hard,” he suggests.
“Then maybe I should do something about it.” I give him a sly grin.
“Like wh—”
His eyes widen when it becomes apparent to him—and any passing trucks, exactly what I have in mind. I reach over and lower his zipper, then I slide my hand around his cock and help it spring out.
“What are you doing?” he asks nervously.
“Do I really need to spell this for you?” I tease.
I loosen my seatbelt, so I’m angled on my side, then I lean back over and slide my fist along his shaft. He grunts, gripping the wheel so tightly his fingers are white.
“What’s wrong?” I grin. “My belt is still on, so I’m being safe.”
I lean over, wrapping my lips around his cock, using one hand to grasp his balls and also help me keep balance. He groans as I slide my mouth up and down his shaft, sucking him hard. I roll my tongue around his shaft, sliding my lips along his length. I smile when I feel his hand on my head, forcing me to take him deeper down my throat.
“God.” He grunts, sliding my head down over his cock, forcing me to suck faster.
I massage his balls as I roll my lips all the way down to his base, then slowly slide back up to his tip, teasing him until he can’t take anymore.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips jerking forward.
He groans, holding my head down as he releases, shooting his load into my mouth while I swallow, sucking him hard until he pushes me away. I sit back up, smirking at him. He looks over at me and laughs, his expression dazed. He shakes his head and laughs again.
“Holy fuck,” he murmurs. “Where the hell did that come from?”
I grin and settle back against the seat.
“What can I say? I’m spontaneous.”
* * *
Startled, I look around, my eyes finally resting on Cam. He smiles at me.
“Was I asleep?” I ask.
“If the snoring is anything to go by, then yes.” He chuckles.
I scowl at him, because I don’t snore. But then I remember earlier and my mood lifts. He glances at me, his expression strained, like he’s thinking about my lips on his cock, too. Part of me wants to skip the festival and just go back to the hotel, but the rest of me is dying to see his face when we walk into this place. I Googled it before while I was waiting for him to pick me up and let’s just say, it was nothing like I was expecting.
“Getting changed?” I ask him when he stops the car.
“Of course.” He nods, his dark eyes twinkling. “I even brought something extra special for tonight,” he adds.
He climbs over the back, while I turn around to watch. I burst out laughing as he squeezes into a short, silver, sequined dress, maneuvering it over his hips like an expert.
“Very cute,” I say. I lean over and kiss him, then I kiss him again, this time letting my mouth linger against his. I smile, because it’s definitely kind of hot kissing him dressed like this…
“Shall we go get Weird As Fuck?” He grins.
I throw my head back and laugh.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Fifteen
Cameron
I glance at Darcy, the smile on her face is enough to warm my heart—
I stop, disgusted with myself. What the fuck is happening to me? Since when do I use phrases like warm my heart? I catch my reflection in the mirror and laugh at the sight of the shimmery silver dress I’m wearing, because a few feminine phrases are the least of my problems right now.
Darcy giggles. “Look, that woman has on the same dress as you.”
I look where she’s pointing, right at the same moment the chick in the matching dress looks at me. We share an awkward moment where we both just stand there, looking uncomfortable, both of us trying to decide who’s wearing it better. She quickly moves off, so I claim that as a victory, obviously.
“I hate it when I’m wearing the same dress as someone else,” Darcy jokes.
“I know,” I agree. “It happened to me last year—the bride was so upset they kicked me out of the wedding,” I quip.
She giggles, but I’m not laughing, because this has gone way too far.
Inviting her to my apartment so she can see me wearing a dress is one thing, but I’m out in public. And it’s not even the first time. She coaxed me into going to a restaurant last week. I know I’ll do nearly anything to win, but there has to be a line somewhere, right? I’m pretty sure I crossed it days ago—probably that point where I’d throw on lacy undies in the morning, without a second thought.
Tonight, when we get back to the hotel, I’ll tell her everything.
I’m sure she’ll see the funny side to it eventually, right? God, I hope so, because I love spending time with her.
It’s just that I’d much rather to do it without the lace rubbing on my balls.
We show our tickets to the door guy, then Darcy takes my hand and drags me through the doors. We follow the signs down to the end of the hallway, to another door. Darcy grins at me. She looks way too excited about this. I’m terrified because I’ve got no idea what to expect from a festival that calls itself weird as fuck.
“Are we going in?” She grins at me.
I shrug and motion for her to go first. “You can do the honors.”
She walks in, with me behind her. I look around and begin to feel sick.
What the fuck is this place?
While I am looking around my gaze eventually landing on Darcy, but not before I share an awkward moment with a naked guy bound in rope, hanging from the ceiling about a meter in front of me. Darcy stares back at me with wide-eyes. She’s trying so hard not to laugh that all I have to do is narrow my eyes at her and she loses control.
“A festival, you say?” I murmur.
“I guess it is?” she says, her voice trembling between laughing spells.
I look around in dismay, ducking sideways to give the dude with his naked boyfriend on a leash, more space to get past. I look away, avoiding eye contact, about the same time he smirks at me.
“I think he likes you,” Darcy whispers. “Is it just me, or are not many people wearing clothing?”
She’s right—unless you count the group of people standing near the door, wearing animal costumes. I grin at her.
“You sure you won’t feel more comfortable over there?” I tease her.
“Very sure. Thank you,” she says in a clipped tone.
“Where did you say you got these tickets?” I ask smirking at her.
I jump when someone slaps my ass—hard. I spin around, just in time to see a large, hairy man wink at me. I shudder because I don’t even want to know what he’s thinking.
“From a friend at work,” Darcy explains. “Well, as it turns out, he’s a client, not a collegue…”
“You accepted tickets to a random festival, from a mental health patient, and didn’t think to question it?” I say, chuckling at her.
“Oh, shut up.” She glares at me. “Linton’s a friend.”
“Yeah? Then why did he lie to you?” I ask.
She raises her eyebrows at me. “Because you’ve never lied to a friend before, huh?”
“Is that what we are?” I ask. “Friends?”
She’s right though. I’m lying to her right now, after all.
“The way you’re hassling me? I’m not so sure anymore,” she teases.
“Harsh,” I say, laughing.
I look around, confident that I have no desire to venture any farther into this festival. I’ve seen enough already to know it’s not my thing.
“What do you say we get out of here?” I suggest.
“Sure.” She smiles at me. “We can go back to the hotel. It’s a shame to let that go to waste…”
“Sounds good,” I grin.
I take her hand and we turn around and head toward the exit, nearly smacking into someone coming the other way.
“Shit, I’m sorry—”
I stop, my eyes widening when I find myself face-to-face with someone I know. Judge Winston and my father have been friends since I was a kid, and I have to say, I’ve never seen this side to him…
All the blood drains from his face. His eyes connect with mine, but then he looks away. I don’t know where to look so I fix my gaze on Darcy. That’s a mistake because she’s nearly in tears from holding back her laughter. I’m not sure who's more embarrassed, me in my dress or the judge, who’s standing there in a leather thong and not much else.
“Judge Winston,” I say. “Good to see you. You’re looking well. Have you been on vacation? You’re looking very tanned,” I ramble out.
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